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It was a mid-September Tuesday night at 11:00 PM in Manhattan; the drag show at the crowded Rise bar on 55th and Ninth Avenue was in full swing. 22-year-old Jeremy Dixon decided to call it a night after four vodka sodas, he had a work presentation to make in the morning. He said goodbye to his three friends, left the bar and began the short walk home.

 Wisconsin native Jeremy was 5’ 7”, thin, blond, blue-eyed and cute. The last few months had been heady. In June, he had graduated from New York University with a business degree and then landed a job at a major bank’s midtown corporate office. His wealthy, supportive and accepting family bought him a nice one-bedroom with a terrace in the seven-story modern Lumiere, an upscale condo apartment building on 53rd Street just east of 9th Avenue, he’d moved in in August.

 As a privileged young gay man, he was living the life! There were nights out at the fun Hell’s Kitchen bars with friends on his level and weekend brunches with them at trendy restaurants. Though he was seeking a quality boyfriend, he had a Grindr profile. Hookups were rare for him as Manhattan was a tough place, even for an A-List bottom like himself. His profile made it clear that he was only seeking white professional tops under 30, they were quite picky themselves. Such was the NYC dating scene among the best and the brightest. “Sorry, just my preference” was Jeremy and many others’ curt response to those soon to be blocked men of color and the oldies who dared contact them.  

 Jeremy entered the lobby a bit wobbly from drinking. He nodded to the black-suited doorman sitting at a desk who nodded back. Jeremy never interacted much with any of the doormen. He was cordial when picking up a package of course, but they were just doormen and not worth his time. Jeremy took the elevator to his sixth-floor apartment. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, took off his clothes and went to bed in his green boxer briefs.

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 Handsome Hong Kong native 34-year-old Mark Shu was sitting in his Novotel hotel room on West 52nd Street, still in his suit and tie, having come from a work function. He was in Manhattan for a few days for business meetings. Married with children, when Mark was traveling for work he could indulge in his passion for fucking young white guys. His outlet for this pursuit was the hookup site, Adam4Adam. He was used to paying for this as so many hot young white guys were not into Asians. His profile consisted of nude pictures revealing his athletic 5’ 10” tatted body and seven-inch cut dick and medium-sized balls and  described him as a dominant top. He had to be discrete, so he had no face pictures.

He’d been trying for half an hour to set up a fuck session. A blond bottom unlocked his cute face pics while messaging him. His profile nude pictures revealed a hot bubble butt and that he was available for “generous only.”  He looked worth it.

 “Hey sexy, are you looking? I’m at 53rd and Ninth. I’m up for rice tonight.”

 “Yeah cutie, I’m close by. My dick is so hard, want to take care of it?”

 “$300 for full service. Here’s my Venmo.”

 “You got it.” Mark Venmoed $300 to Andor Inc.

 “Cool. I like role-playing, I like it rough. 350 West 53rd Street Apartment 6G.”

 “On the way.”

 Mark walked the two blocks to the Lumiere and entered the lobby.

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 At 12:20 AM, the sleeping Jeremy was woken by the front doorbell. He stumbled out of bed to answer it, though he wasn’t expecting anyone. It could be something to so with the building as the doorman always announced visitors.

 “Hello.”

 “It’s me!” said a strong masculine voice. Jeremy was confused and looked through the peephole and saw a suited Asian man in his 30’s. This guy must have the wrong apartment thought Jeremy as he opened the door. Mark pushed his way in and shut the door. Jeremy was groggy, it all happened so fast.

 “Oh yeah” growled Mark as he groped Jeremy’s ass.

 “What the fuck?!” yelled Jeremy. “HEY!” exclaimed Jeremy as he felt his hole being fingered. “Real tight!” roared Mark, who threw Jeremy to the floor. “You’re going to get it rough, like you like!” Mark unzipped his trousers and hauled his hard dripping dick. “Suck my fucking Asian cock, you little white bitch!”

 The totally shocked Jeremy was now crying and frozen on the floor. Mark grabbed his head. Jeremy of course had sucked cock before and reflexively opened his mouth. Mark shoved his cock down Jeremy’s throat and began face fucking him. Soon, Mark’s forceful approach subsided as Jeremy began to settle in to giving Mark head. He was overwhelmed and on automatic pilot. He’d never imagined he’d be sucking Asian dick, but here he was doing that. The taste of this flesh wasn’t much different from the white guys he’d sucked. Jeremy got into the groove of this forced blowjob. He licked Mark’s head and tasted his tangy precum, he slathered his tongue all over the shaft and nuzzled the balls below the patch of black pubic hair. He continued giving Mark pleasure with his mouth. Then, Mark grabbed him up of the floor and hauled him into the bedroom. He threw Jeremy onto the bed on his stomach, ripping off and tossing his boxer briefs. Jeremy heard Mark rustling through the night table, then he felt the lube being sprayed in his asshole. Mark arranged Jeremy on his hands and knees and arched his back.

 “AHHHHH!” hollered Jeremy as Mark rammed his slicked up hard cock in and deep up his chute. The still-suited Mark threw Jeremy a rough fuck, like he wanted and that had been paid for. He slammed his cock brusquely in and out of Jeremy’s ass. Mark felt so good fucking a sexy young white bottom. Jeremy was confused and conflicted. A total ASIAN stranger barged into his apartment and was giving him the best sex, he had had in ages. That was evidenced by his seven-inch cut inch dick that had never felt so erect and throbbing before. The stimulation of Mark’s fucking had Jeremy sobbing in ecstasy and brought him to shattering orgasm, his dick blasted loads of cum all over his bed. Mark grunted as he came inside of Jeremy, his insides were now sloshing around with spurts of Asian cum. 

 Mark pulled his cock out of Jeremy’s ravaged and seeded ass, he wiped it off on Jeremy’s blanket, zipped up, turned and walked out, Jeremy heard the front door slam. He got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of vodka and guzzled it down. “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!” he thought. “I WAS RAPED!” He didn’t know what to do. Call the police? There was no sign of struggle, and he wasn’t really injured. He was honest with himself. This was a weird incident but deep down he liked what had happened, it had been exciting and felt so good. Jeremy had been sexually active since he was 18, but it had all been pretty vanilla, he’d never been dominated by a white guy like he had just been by that Asian. He went back to his bed and passed out.

 Jeremy was awoken at 4:00 AM by the lights being turned on in his bedroom.

 “Yeah, baby! Door and unlocked and you waiting for me in bed, just like you said!” chuckled the burly 6’ 2” shaven-headed 35-year-old Black man.

 Jeremy lay in bed baffled and horrified. It wasn’t a dream, it was real. A strange Black man was in his bedroom, taking off his white track suit, revealing a muscular dark body, a rock hard nine-inch cut, and two massive swaying balls.

 “You said you love Big Black Cock, well I got me a real fine one!” laughed the nude intruder, getting into bed with Jeremy. “It’s all yours baby!”

 The trembling Jeremy tried to take it all in. This bigger older BLACK guy was in his bed expecting sex from him. How did outrageous, twisted thing happen? Jeremy didn’t have time to think about it, the Black man had his strong hand on the back of his neck, firmly guiding his head to that enormous Black dick.

 Jeremy opened his mouth wide, took that dingus in, and began working on it with his lips, teeth and mouth. Black cock tasted like cock. His tongue glided all over that fleshy baseball bat. He licked the sculpted head. He tongued that voluminous nut sack.

 “Oh baby, you’re the best’ sighed the man as Jeremy amazingly was deepthroating the dark log. His faced was contorted as it took it in to the base. Up and down his blond head went on the humongous rod, gobs of thick precum lined his throat.

 “Honey, you got me raring to fuck!” said the man as he pulled his cock swollen from Jeremy’s sucking, and slick with saliva and precum. The man grabbed the bottle of lube from the night table. He grabbed Jeremy’s legs, threw them up, and sprayed his asshole with lube. He sprayed his cock with lube.

 “Spread that pussy for me, baby!” whispered the man as he placed the head of his big Black cock against Jeremy’s tiny pink hole.

 “OHHHH!” wailed Jeremy as he felt the rod pierce his hole. There was then the sensation of feeling his insides contracting around the biggest dick he had ever taken in his life. It was all the way in.

 The man was between his legs on top of him and began fucking him. Jeremy gurgled from this unknown intense pleasure of getting fucked by a Big Black Cock. No man had him feel so alive and confident in his sexuality or secure in his role as a bottom before. No white guy had ever hit his spot like this Black man did.

 “Oh baby, you’re so beautiful, like a painting” whispered the man as he fucked him. He bent his head down and kissed Jeremy’s lips. The electrified Jeremy opened his mouth, the man slid his large tongue in. Jeremy felt like he was getting his mouth and his ass fucked at the same time. He whimpered and gasped.

 “There you go baby; I always make my bitches cum!”

 Indeed, Jeremy’s engorged dick was spurting off blast after blast of cum, landing on the man’s chest and soiling the bed.

 “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” hollered the man as he exploded inside Jeremy. His insides were flooded with gobs of thick Black man juice.

 “That was great sex! You’re worth every penny of that $300!” said the man patting Jeremy’s head. The man wiped his dick and chest on the blanket and got dressed.

 “I’ll be in touch, baby, I sure want to tap that mouth and booty again!” He kissed Jeremy and walked out. Jeremy staggered to the bathroom, took a shower and collapsed into his cum-drenched bed.

 The alarm on Jeremy’s phone went off at 8:00 AM. He dressed in a suit and tie. He went up to the doorman who sitting at a desk.

 “I would like to know why two men were admitted into this building last night to go to my apartment without my authorization!” snapped Jeremy.

 “Sir, I just started my shift, I wouldn’t know about last night. I’m sorry for any inconvenience. According to the visitor’s log, no one was admitted after midnight.”

 “Yeah, sure!” snarled Jeremy.

 He headed to work on 52nd Street and Sixth Avenue. His presentation went well. He conversed with co-workers and went to lunch with executives. The day passed. He was psychologically numb and physically sore from having gotten fucked rough by two strange men who apparently paid someone money to have him. He couldn’t wait to get home and zonk out.

 He entered the building’s lobby, glaring at a different impassive doorman, took the elevator and entered his apartment. There was Latin music playing! Jeremy entered the living room.

 “WHAT THE FUCK?!” yelled Jeremy. Sitting nude on wing chairs in his living room were two nude sexy muscular Brazilian men, each with mustaches. One was in his mid-40’s, the other was early 20’s. Each was sporting a fully erect dark uncut thick dick which were in the eight-inch range. They were smoking cigars and sipping glasses of Jeremy’s vodka.

 “Hey, bitch! You’re late, we made ourselves comfortable. Now get out of those clothes and take care of me and my son, earn that $1000 I paid you!” barked the older man.

 The blushing Jeremy was stunned and numb. Here were two nude and hot guys in his living room expecting sex from him. What the fuck was going on again?! He couldn’t help it, he was turned on, his dick was hard. He stripped out of his suit to his boxer briefs. He knelt before the older guy who proudly has his legs spread. Jeremy stared at the man’s massive Brazilian cock; it was the first uncut dick he’d seen up close. Jeremy tentatively put his hand on it, he peeled the foreskin back, he widened mouth and took it in. He gave head to this much older man.

 “Oh yeah! Bitch, you’re as great a cocksucker as you say you are! Suck my son’s dick, take turns on us!”

 Jeremy slavishly crawled on his knees to the younger guy and sucked his dick. Then he went back to the father and sucked his dick. This went on, the two intruders were now fully erect, their dicks gleamed with precum and Jeremy’s saliva.

 “Yo, let’s go to the bed and get down!” barked the son as Jeremy was sucking his father’s dick. Jeremy got up, he led them to his bedroom.

 “On your back bitch, spread that pussy for me!” roared the son.

 In the last day, Jeremy had become accustomed to submission, he liked it. He liked complying to a stronger dominant man’s orders. He got on his back, positioned himself, his legs were raised, his pink clean asshole was there for the taking.

 The sexy son lubed them up, he shoved his cock into Jeremy, who gasped as the exquisite pleasure he felt. The son was a fantastic lover, he pounded out Jeremy, who was blissfully sobbing at taking that great Brazilian dick. The fucking continued as the father stood watching.

 “Now you’re really going to get what I paid for!” yelled the father who was lubing his cock. He bent down toward Jeremy.

 “No!” wailed Jeremy. He couldn’t believe it; he was going to be double penetrated by these two hung intruders. He’d never thought of or conceived of such a thing. He felt the second cock beginning to make entry in him. Amazingly, his already stretched out ass stretched out even more to accommodate the father’s big dick. Now, he was getting fucked by father and son at the same time. Jeremy was gurgling from this new experience. Father and son were babbling in Portuguese. Jeremy was in another dimension of consciousness. He was brought back to reality as he was brought to a mind-blowing orgasm by getting fucked by the two large cocks. He strained dick exploded, his cum splattered on the men and the bed. His insides were gushing with first the son’s, then the father’s cum load. The son, then the father pulled their dicks out of Jeremy. The marched to the bathroom. Jeremy lay in his bed panting and crying.

 “You’re the best fucking whore we’ve had!” said the smiling refreshed father who was suited.

 “We’ll be back next month” said the suited son, tossing a hundred-dollar bill on the bed. Jeremy heard the front door close. He limped to the kitchen. He poured a large glass of vodka. He took the cigar the father had been smoking and sat nude in a chair on the terrace. He sipped vodka and smoked the cigar. He relived what had just happened and had no answers, just the memories of this awesome event. He’d enjoyed sex before, but in the last day he’d become a different person. He’d put out for total strangers that were out of his social class and age range. He stopped pondering the mystery of it all, why was this happening? After an hour of this contemplation, he heard a knock at the door. He was ready for whatever lay ahead. He was nude and opened the door.

 A paunchy silver-haired white man in his 50’s wearing a suit silently walked in. He sat down in a living room and spread his legs wide. Jeremy sunk to the floor and got between the old man’s legs. Jeremy undid his belt, unzipped him, felt around and took out his hard meaty dick and wrinkled balls. Jeremy had lost his repulsion to older men. He sucked the stranger’s dick and licked his balls. Eventually, the stranger rose, and Jeremy walked him to the bedroom. He got on his hands and knees in the bed, arched his back and presented his asshole to the old man. The old man lubed his cock and mechanically fucked Jeremey, who took it with twisted pleasure. The old man came in Jeremy, wiped his dick on the blanket, rearranged himself and left. This had been a totally silent encounter.

 Jeremy had another drink and waited. An hour later, there was a knock at the door. The nude Jeremy opened it, a Japanese man in his 30’s walked in. Jeremy sucked his dick and the stranger fucked him. At 1:00 AM, Jeremy lay nude in his bed with anticipation. Finally, there was a knock at the door, Jeremy ran to open it. Two Black guys in their 30’s entered. Jeremy had a hot sweaty tag team fuck session with two hung Black tops. Jeremy passed out. The alarm went off in the morning. He showered, got dressed and went to work. He performed his tasks and interacted with co-workers with normalcy.

 “You have a package, sir” said the doorman at 5:45 when Jeremy entered the lobby of his building. “Thanks.” He took the package to his apartment, he opened it. Inside was a Boy Scout uniform and a note, “See you at 6:30 PM, Hank.” Jeremy poured himself a vodka, drank it and changed into the Boy Scout uniform. At 6:30 PM there was a knock at the door. Jeremy opened it. Hank, a thin suited white man in his 50’s entered wearing a backpack. “Beautiful!” he shouted. He went to the bathroom and returned now wearing a Boy Scout troop leader’s uniform. For the next hour, they engaged in creepy roleplaying with Jeremy sucking Hank’s dick and Hank fucking him. Hank left. Jeremy showered and dressed, he got to his dinner with friends at a nearby restaurant just in time. He got back home at 11:00 after having drinks at the Atlas Social Club. At midnight, there was a knock at the door. Jeremy opened it, a suited South Asian in his 40’s entered. Jeremy sucked his dick and got fucked by the man’s large dark cut dick.

 The next morning was Friday, Jeremy showered and dressed. The workday passed. He was back home at 6:00 PM, he put towels in his bedroom for men to clean themselves and a new bottle of lube. He waited, hour after hour, there had been no strange men arriving. Jeremy drank vodka, it was now 10:00 PM.

 “I need to get fucked right now!” was Jeremy’s Grindr message. He started with hot guys in his age range. “Sorry bro, not into it…” “Not my type…” “You’re blocked!” were among his rejections. Finally, a Latin muscle daddy in his 50’s with a big cock came over. Jeremy happily sucked his dick and spread his ass to receive the brutal fucking he craved.

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Friday was the dark-haired, sensual and muscular 23-year-old Vadim’s day off as a doorman at the Lumiere. He was in his Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, apartment wearing just boxer briefs. He’d come to the U.S. from Russia when he was 18, to do better. He got citizenship last year and had held a series of dead-end jobs until landing the great union doorman gig six months ago.  

 A month earlier he noticed the new standoffish tenant, Jeremy Dixon. He was obviously gay and obnoxious. A spoiled brat with a big job and a great apartment his family bought for him. Occasionally, Vadim called Jeremy to announce he had a male visitor, clearly these were hookups.

 On his day off while Jeremy was at work, Vadim installed covert micro video cameras all over Jeremy’s apartment. On his laptop below the front desk, Vadim would watch and record Jeremy’s hookups. Jeremy was quite a slutty bottom. Vadim edited the footage into sexy clips, uploaded them an got money from around the world via the website he’d created. He monitored and kept track of Jeremy’s routines.

  Setting up a fake profile on Adam4Adam had been easy. Just dragging and capturing pictures of Jeremy from Facebook and Grindr. Vadim was so crafty when chatting with men as if he were Jeremy. He knew just what horny things to say as he posed as a generous-seeking bottom. Vadim delighted in setting up Jeremy with non-white and old guys, knowing of his preferences.

 The Hong Kong businessman was the true test. Vadim got him to pay $300 and Jeremy submitted to him. If Jeremy bitched out for one man without calling the police, he’d do it again and again. Vadim was now a pimp and Jeremy was his whore. Of course, Jeremy was so pliable, he was just another dumb weak American faggot hungry for cock. Moving out was the only way out for Jeremy. He wouldn’t do that; he was hooked on the excitement; strange cock was now like a drug for him. Vadim would monetize that all the way.  

 In the last few days, Vadim had made thousands of dollars selling Jeremy’s mouth and ass. Vadim spent the day editing the footage of Jeremy’s whoredom into hot 20-minute sequences and uploaded them. More money would be rolling in. Vadim would be able to send more money back home to his family.  

 At 6:30 PM, Vadim’s pretty 22-year-old blonde wife Anya, came home from her Manhattan clothing company job. He kissed her and surprised her with a grand night out. They got dressed up and took an Uber to Tatiana, a lavish Brighton Beach restaurant and nightclub with a terrific floorshow of Russian dancing. Over dinner, Vadim told Anya they could now afford to buy a house, to start a family and live the American dream. They took an Uber home, undressed and got into bed. Vadim made passionate love to Anya with his seven and half inch thick uncut cock.

 The next morning Vadim took a shower, put on his doorman uniform and got the subway to go to work. He’d already set up two fuck sessions for Jeremy, collecting $600 in advance. Life was good.

My Truck driver step dad

I was an only child to a single mom all my life, until my mom met my step dad when I was 17. She fallen in love with him immediately and married him in a couple of months, and honestly I can see why…. He’s a beautiful big muscular men, around 6’ tall, and when he’s around he mostly just hangs around at home in his underwear, and it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. His boxers are filled out, and looks like he has something big stuffit in there. 

The summer after I turned 18 my mom thought it would be nice to get me to know him. So he would take me out on his trips, fist just a day long trip, then they got longer. This all happened when we took our first overnight trip. 

We pulled up to the truck stop, and he told me we would go in there to shower. I started to get worried, showering with that beautiful men, and that big snake he got between his legs would be a hard task. We got our stuff, and went to the bathroom, we got in there and stripped down, i did not wanted to look down. It was an old building, and didn’t have separate rooms, just one big room with a lot of shower heads on the wall. To my surprise it was empty, only me my step dad and his monster cock were in the room. 

I started to shower, having my back to my step dad, I didn’t even wanna risk to look at him. Then all of a sudden I felt his hands on my shoulders.

-I thought you need a little help reaching your back. A helping hand is always nice, isn’t it?

-Yes, thank you.

I felt his hands on me, but something was touching my back too. Then I realized his cock was standing right up, and as he moved it was hitting my back. He must’ve seen my surprise.

-Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want. It’s a natural thing to get hard sometimes. And to be honest, you got a nicer ass than even your mom, and I’m sure you know how much I love your moms ass.

I was silent. But my cock told him everything he needed to know, I had a major hard on. I got a small cock, around 4 inches when hard, but it’s never been a problem, I known for years, since I got my first dildo, that I don’t want anything else than cock in my ass. 

-Why don’t u get on your knees and shoe your daddy how much you love him?

-Yes daddy.
That’s all I could say. I got on my knees and stared at his cock. It was huge. I never seen something that big, even in porn. I started doing what I’ve seen before in porn, and I think he liked it. 
-You’re either a natural talent, or you’re a massive whore behind my back son. I don’t know which option is the better. 

I couldn’t say anything his big meat was stuffed down my throat so deep I didn’t even know how I could breathe. I was sucking him what felt like hours, probably was more like 30 minutes. Then he said:

-I hope you’re ready for your reward… Oh yeah son.

He shot a big load in my mouth, I started to swallow it, but it was way too much. It started to spill out on the side of my mouth, and trickle down on my chin. 

-You’re such a good boy. We’re gonna have a lot of fun this summer boy. 

I got up my knees and finished showering. When we were going out the shower room, there was a group of men, probably truckers, and they all got big boners under their towels. And they told my step dad, congratulations and told them how lucky he is that he got such a hot cocksucker. 

We got out to the truck, got in and slept in there. He didn’t even try doing anything else that night, I was really surprised by that. Then after we’ve woken up got on our way.

It was only the begging of our journey…

While watching Darryl turn and walk back down the path, I could hear Tim and Ryan snickering behind me. As I turned, those two were failing at their attempts to stifle the full blown belly laughing that was threatening to escape. Once I started to giggle with them, getting over my initial embarrassment, we all lost it. 

The spell for that session had been broken, and we all began puttering around the house. I stripped the bed to wash the sheets, which was my weekly ritual, Ryan carried them downstairs and started the laundry, and Tim started prepping breakfast. 

As we were sitting around the counter nibbling on the last of the breakfast, I mentioned that I thought we should bring something over to Darryl to welcome him to the neighborhood, and the boys agreed. 

Originally, I was going to make some scones, but realized with the day rapidly progressing they’d be past the time you’d normally want one, so I settled on making cookies. I busied myself in the kitchen and boys grabbed the grocery list and bags, and were off to the for our weekly grocery run. 

They were getting back from the store, as the last batch of cookies was going in the oven. Having helped them put away the groceries, and fought them off eating all the cookies that were already out of the oven, I finally had the last batch cooling on the counter. 

Not to be too much of a task master, I did make sure there were enough cookies for my boys to enjoy them too. I plated up about two thirds of what I made, then the boys and I went over and knocked on the door. 

When the door opened a stunning, shirtless, blond, otter of a man answered the door. 

“May I help you gentleman?” He asked in a pensive voice.

“We came over to introduce ourselves, we live next door…” I said, after getting over my initial surprise. 

“Oh, HI! I’m Steven” he said in a more relaxed tone, before calling for Darryl. 

When Darryl walked up to the door, an arm snaked around Steven’s waist and he peered out over his shoulder. 

“Oh hey fellas…” Darryl said with a knowing smirk. 

The boys behind chuckled at that. 

“We wanted to bring you over something to officially welcome you to the neighborhood.” I said handing over the plate of cookies. 

“Oh, please come in…” Steven said, as he gently nudged Darryl to move. 

“You’ll have to excuse the mess, we’re still unpacking.” Darryl said.

“We’ve all been there…” Tim said with a chuckle. 

The time flew by as we got to know Steven and Darryl. We found out that they’d met in college, and had moved to the area for Darryl’s new job. Realizing the time, we decided to excuse ourselves and not take up anymore of their time, and made our way back home. 

Once back home we lost ourselves in getting dinner pulled together, getting laundry switched over, and once again time was flying. Before we realized it, the three of us were crawling in bed, and unlike most nights, we were out hard. 

For nearly 20 years I had maintained the same daily schedule, getting up at 5:30am for work. This meant that on weekends, though not quite as early, I would still wake up before the others. I tip-toed quietly out of the bedroom with the dog, trying not to wake the boys, and padded into the kitchen to start some coffee. I knew that the dog would need to go out for his morning business, so I opened the back door and slipped some shoes on before I followed him out. 

Not really paying attention to the world around me, I casually walked around the yard, looking at the various gardens and flowers that I’d painstakingly planted throughout. As I neared the fence between my yard and Tim’s former, but now Darryl and Stevens yard I heard a noise. Glancing around I’m trying to place the noise, and where it’s coming from. 

As my eyes found the source, I was absolutely shocked at what was unfolding before me. Darryl was sitting on a lounge chair on their patio, and Steven was slowly riding his cock. Based on what was visible, Darryl was a sizable man, and Steven was obviously versed in his girth. 

As my eyes traveled from Steven’s beautiful fur covered ass, up his back, my breath caught in my throat. Darryl’s eyes were looking right at me, and when our eyes connected he winked. When he saw me watching, he grabbed Steven’s hips and started fucking up into him harder. 

“Fuck Daddy…” I barely heard Steven gasp.

“You like daddy’s cock boy?” Darryl asked, still looking at me. 

“You know I do daddy…” Steven whimpered. 

Steven had no idea that I was watching them, but it was obvious to me that Darryl was enjoying the audience. He picked Steven up and bent him over the back of the chair, facing away from me. With a glance over his shoulder, he started fucking him hard. 

“UNGH….daddy…” whimpered Steven as the onslaught began. 

“It likes how rough daddy gets, doesn’t it?” Darryl asked, referring to Steven as though he were a mere object. 

I was entranced by the rhythmic motion of Darryl’s thrusts, and the flex of his beautiful ass as he moved. I had no comprehension of time as I watched. In a matter of moments, I saw Darryl’s turn to me and wink, before burying his face in his arm. His twitches wracked his entire body. 

“FUCK…” I heard him growl. 

Steven pulled himself upright, turned and took Darryl’s beautiful, glistening cock into his mouth. Darryl’s hands caressed Steven’s head as his cock was sucked clean. As Steven stood, he noticed me standing there, and a sheepish grin passed over his face as he hurried inside. 

It wasn’t until that point that I fully realized just how private that little patio was. A row of cedar trees between it and the neighbors on the other side, and the house largely blocked it from anyone on the other side of my house. I happened to be in just the right spot in my yard to see them. 

Darryl grabbed a pair of shorts, his movement pulling me out of my thoughts, and casually walked over to the fence after pulling them on. 

“Hey neighbor…” he said with his buttery voice. 

“Hey…” I said, still processing what I saw. 

“I didn’t realize anyone would be up this early…” He said with a slightly embarrassed smirk. 

“Oh…it’s pretty quiet around here this time of morning most weekends…” I said, trying to keep the conversation casual and my eyes above his waist. 

“One of the selling points of the house was how private that patio was, Steven loves it when we have sex outside…” Darryl confessed to me. 

“I don’t blame him, it’s one of the best feelings.” I said in response. 

I don’t think either of us were aware of how much we were confessing to each other, but for some reason it felt like we knew each other for years. Before either of us could say anything else, the dog came up and nudged me letting me know he wanted his breakfast. 

“Well, looks like someone wants his breakfast, so I better go…” I said nodding at the dog. 

“Yeah, I’m sure Steven is inside wondering what’s taking me so long…nice chatting with you though Mike…” He said with a smirk.

“You too Darryl.” I said smiling back at him. 

When I got back inside the house and fed the dog, I realized my bladder was about to get the best of me. Rushing to the bathroom, I could hear rustling from the bedroom, but nature called first. 

With an empty bladder, I opened the bedroom door to find Ryan straddling Tim. From my vantage point, I couldn’t help but think of how similar this was to watching Steven riding Darryl only moments ago. 

Ryan’s hairy ass was slowly sliding up and down Tim’s fat cock, as Tim thrust up into him. 

“FUCK ME…” Ryan sighed, as he rolled his hips. 

A groan escaped Tim’s throat, neither of them noticing me yet. I pushed the shorts down and let them fall to my ankles, before climbing up on the bed and straddling Tim’s legs. I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s body, and slowly traced my finger tips over his skin. 

“UHHHHHH…” he gasped with a sharp intake of breath. 

“That’s it baby…” I said, slowly rolling his right nipple. 

My other hand slid up and pulled his head to the side so I could kiss him. As our kiss broke, I climbed off of them and stood on the bed. Stepping over Tim and lining my cock up with Ryan’s mouth. His eyes looked up at me filled with hunger. 

“Suck my cock baby…” it came out as a statement and not a request. 

“Yes sir.” Ryan said, before plunging down my shaft. 

I didn’t realize how worked up I was from watching the neighbors fuck on their patio, but my body was on fire. I grabbed Ryan’s hair and started fucking his mouth. Occasionally, he’d press on my leg to get me to pull back and let him breathe, but he could take it. 

“Fuck his throat Mikey…” Tim growled from below. 

Looking down, I could see a puddle of drool had formed on his chest, dripping from Ryan’s mouth as I fucked it. 

“Fuck you feel so good Ry…I’m gonna cum soon…” I said, through ragged breaths. 

“GOD DAMN…” Tim bellowed from below, “I’m gonna cum…” 

I felt his thrusts increase in intensity as both the bed and Ryan began to shake. Ryan’s face contorted in the obvious throws of pleasure, though he never stopped sucking my cock. 

“OH GOD, me too baby…” I growled, grabbing his head. 

I pulled him back off my rigid cock, so it rested on his tongue, wanting him to taste every drop of my load. My body was pulsing with radiating heat, as the orgasm built from my loins. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and it felt like the veins in my face would burst before my cock did. 

“FUCK..” Tim and I cried at once. 

I thought my knees were going to buckle, and I was going to collapse on Tim. Then my balls released. It felt like a gallon of cum was rocketing out of me. I looked down at Ryan, and he was desperately gulping down what was coming, but some was coming out the sides of his mouth. 

The grunts and groans were echoing through the room, before slowly subsiding. As I collapsed on the bed next to Tim, I noticed the pool of cum on his stomach. Ryan without missing a beat sucking and riding dick, had shot his load. 

I leaned up and kissed Tim, and then leaned over and kissed Ryan, tasting my load when I did. 

“I love you both…” I said, feeling it deep inside.

We lay there, tangled up, smelling like cum and sex, and being totally content together. 

“Babe it is only for a year. He is in a completely different State and He will be paying rent.” I said trying to convince my husband that my cousin wouldn’t be too much trouble.

“Ugh… Fine. I want that year thing in writing though and he has to help a little around the house.” He said as he reluctantly agreed to the terms.

It wasn’t that my cousin was bad or fought a lot with my husband. It was because my cousin is a bit of a stereotypical fat slob, so I understood why he was concerned. My husband Tyler and cousin Jay couldn’t be more different. Tyler is 5’4”, slim, fit, extra clean, and smooth. Jay is 5’10”, what us gays would call a fat bear, and always had subtle musk to him as well as didn’t upkeep his living space well. He was family though and just because he was not our kind of gay doesn’t mean we can’t help him out right?

The moment he got to us there was tension. So it became my mission to get them to get along better. Jay would be with us for a year while he saved for his own house so no point in being standoffish, right? So we were about a month in and Jay had asked me what he could do to soothe my husband.

“Well, he is always complaining about his neck hurting. You should try to offer a massage. You went to school for it originally and I know your beefy hands are good from you practicing on me.” He looked concerned still but said he would try.

Later that week things started to change for the better it seemed. Tyler began to lose his aversion to closeness to Jay.

“You two seem more comfortable. What changed?” I winked at Jay already knowing what Ty would say.

“We talked through some things. Jay even gave me a massage. Did you know he did that?” he sounded like he still didn’t believe it himself.

“Yes, babe. He used to practice on me. I am glad you enjoyed it so much.” To which he blushed a bit. Probably because he realized how much he was over reacting now.

“I did…” he trailed off.

“My pleasure Tyler. I was just trying to help.” Jay said half spooking Ty from behind. We laughed at his reaction and settled in for a movie.

Jay took the couch and brought a blanket. I made us popcorn and sat on the love seat with Ty. As we enjoyed the movie Ty made a wonderful show of his progress by deciding to share the blanket with Jay and move onto the couch. The movie was funny but sometimes Ty or Jay would make odd sounds off approval at the wrong time. They must have similar senses of humor.

“That was a great movie, right guys?” They agreed enthusiastically.

“Jay could you give me another massage? I think this old couch messed up my neck again and some of my back.” Ty said as he stretched.

“Its kinda late babe…” I said worried he might start abusing my cousin’s kindness.

“Its okay. I didn’t wanna go to be yet anyway. I’ll take care of you Ty. I have some more oil in my room lets get you loose.” Jay seemed fine with it so I let them do their thing while I got ready for bed.

I took a shower and brushed my teeth. About 15 minutes later I was ready for bed. Went to check on them and realized they were not in the living room. Of course, he would probably just do it in his room. So I walked over there to find the door locked. The sound of soothing music playing through the door seams. I pressed my ear to it, wondering how long they had been at it.

“Ugh…ugh.. yeah right there.” Softly Ty’s voice came along with rhythmic creaking of the bed.

“making me work harder…haha…” Deeper than Ty’s my Cousin’s voice came clearer. Must be giving him a deep tissue style. No wonder it is getting moans like that.

“Creak. Squeak. Creak. Creak. Ugh… MMMM… Right there.. yesss…” Damn that sounds good. I need to remember to let Jay get in me like that.

“Ready to finish…get you to my cousin!” oddly there were slapping sounds mixed in with the bed creaking. Maybe a new technique he picked up.

“oooo…fuuuck! Yes!” higher pitch… I only ever her that when I am really hitting his prostate during sex. Damn that must be a good massage.

I knew they would be done soon, and I was tired so I headed to bed but this was just confirmation that my idea was correct to break the tension. I am sure they will be closer than ever now.

 

1 month later:

Now that my cousin is fully settled in and my husband finally warmed up to him we all have felt much more like back in college. We all naturally started to wear less around the house, and it was summer too. We have a pool in the back with a privacy fence so no need to be shy really. I expected a bit of push back from Ty when Jay came out the first time in boxers that were a bit on the tight side, if I am honest. Nothing happened though and as if to tease me for thinking he was still a fatphobic guy he wore thongs around the house shortly after that. Which I was not mad at, but I did try to tell him to no make Jay uncomfortable, after fucking him in them of course.

He seemed extra turned on lately too. Usually feeling prelubed by the time I got home, which never let me last all that long inside him. I wondered if Jay ever jerked off to listening to us fuck. Even when Ty tried to keep it down he was at least as vocal as when I heard him getting that massage, which Jay told me was a deep tissue massage with his own twist. One day I came home a bit earlier than usual and knew right away they must be at it again.

“Oh fuck…Feels so good… deeper…” Ty wimpered. This time the door was cracked so I could see some of Jay’s bed. The lights were off and the music was low. I could make out their bodies as my eyes strained to adjust to the dark room.

“You love getting stretched like this now that I am here huh… haha…” Jay said in a lower voice than normal.

“Hey guys. I got home early. Sorry to interrupt your massage honey!” My cheery voice startled them.

“Ugh! Babe. You are home… Ye…Mmm..yeah I really needed Jay to give it to me..” I could barely make out that he was looking at me so I smiled back.

“You are on your back babe. You working his hamstrings Jay?” At my comment Jay leaned forward and seemed shirtless as well. If I didn’t know any better they would look naked to the less informed, but from this angle Jay’s fat was probably hiding his underwear.

“MMMMmmm for sure Cuz! Don’t try to come in though. I had to move my dresser cause the lu…oil fell behind it. Your boy is a slut for oil… haha” He started moving again which elicited moans from Ty and got the bed creaking. “anyway we just started. When we are done I will  move it back.”

“Sounds good bro. I am gonna get dinner started.” I said back but was ignored for Ty’s whimpering and the bed creaking. The last image I could make out before walking to the kitchen was Jay really stretching Ty’s leg almost to his head and leaning over him.

The kitchen was not that far from Jay’s room and with the door kind of open I heard it all. The sounds Ty was making were a bit more lude than I would imagine for normal massages. Lots of “oh fuck”; “harder”; along with deeper moans. That wasn’t entirely his fault though, Jay seemed to encourage him to get louder.

“That’s it. Tell me it feels good.” Came into the kitchen carried on his deeper voice. “Stretch you deeper than you ever had before.” All while I was boiling some water for the pasta.

“Smack. Smack. Creak. Bang. Oh! Fuck. I love when you do that.” If I didn’t trust my cousin’s skills I might think he was going a bit rough. That and it was undeniable that Ty was enjoying himself. Now that the pasta was cooking and the other Items were in the oven I walked over to just peak in on them.

They had switched positions. Ty and Jay were facing away from me, and I could see their feet were closest to the door, just barely. Jay’s bulk was moving fairly vigorously on top of my husband. “You are still so tight, Ty.” He said.

“Dinner is almost done guys. Are you?” I didn’t want them to feel rushed, but they would need to wash all that oil off before eating.

“Yeah *grunt* I think we are about to finish. Right Tyler?”

“Yes babe.” Tyler said and then breathily “I love you.”

“Love you too babe! Give him hell Jay. He can take it.” I said before walking back to check on the food.

Creak. Creak. “ugh…ugh… ugh…yesssss… hmmm” Smack. Bang. Bang. Smack. “fuck… tight….nngghh..” Creak. Smack. Creak. CreakCreakCreak. SmackBang……Silence……Relived laughing.

I tended to the food; happy they sounded like it went well. It is a wonderful feeling knowing your husband gets along with close family. Took them another 5 minutes to come out but it was the most relaxed I had seen Ty in a long time. He also looked so sexy that I knew I would need to get into him later tonight wearing my favorite light blue thong. Jay looked exhausted as well and his remarkably long cock was showing semi hard in his own boxer briefs. I don’t blame him with how hot my husband is and the sounds he was making. He would probably jerk off in the shower before sitting down to eat tonight.

Mark came over that weekend to help me clean the gutters. At least that was the pretext. Of course he came over to fuck his daughter.

It wasn’t every time we all three ended up in my bed, or even close. But it was happening more and that day Mark and I kissed and made out with Cheryl side by side, each taking duty on one of her tits, sucking and licking before we made our way down. It was like a playful competition, taking turns, seeing who could give my wife the most pleasure by eating her pussy. Big Daddy had the advantage of being her father, and every bit of taboo thrill with that. I had the advantage of being better at eating cunt. We’ll call it a draw.

I continued to eat her out while Mark knelt up and offered his thick paternal cock. I heard her moan as she took him into her mouth. The combo drove her wild and pretty soon my tongue was giving her a major orgasm. I gave another swipe of my tongue along her trimmed pussy lips and leaned. I could have taken her there, but I wanted some of what Big Daddy was getting. 

Mark smirked as I made my way to kneel beside him, clearly offering my hardon for service. “You want some, Brennan?” he teased.

I nodded. “Fuck yes,” and like that I watched Mark’s thick fingers curl in Cheryl’s long soft hair and nudge her off his cock, caressing her locks a couple of seconds as they made eye contact. God, their connection was fucked up, but so hot to watch. I imagined my wife doing this for all these years. 

Then she turned to me. “Horny, Nick?”

“You know it, babe,” I growled in a tone that suggested I was more keyed up than I was letting on. Particularly as I felt Mark’s free hand on the small of my back. Bryant was a touchy-feely man, and the physical contact sent jolts of electricity to my prick, especially once Cherly started going down on me. 

Cheryl was in bona fide heat. Daddy and I passed her back and forth between us, keeping eye contact mostly on her porn-slut blowjobs but also connecting man to man in the process. 

Finally, Mark pulled her off his bone gently. “Daddy’s gotta be inside ya, baby doll.”

Cheryl almost pounced up to meet him in a kiss, her fingernails pressing against her father’s hard plate-like pecs. 

“I take it that’s a yes, Princess?” Mark chuckled lewdly. 

“Hmm hm, yes, Daddy,” my wife cooed in his embrace. His hand was no longer on my back but hers, working over the round curve of her ass. Cheryl had always had a smoking hot body, but the post-pregnancy weight filled her out in all the best ways. I didn’t have to ask Mark Bryant if he agreed. His grabby hands told the answer. 

They kissed, Frenching open mouthed as Mark pulled her more petite body back onto his burly build. I realized that I’d normally witnessed Mark fucking missionary or doggie, but this was an exciting change of pace to see Cheryl grind her privates against the big man’ crotch as they made out. Then Mark grip his daughter’s slim waist to pull her up and line that pussy up with his massive tool. 

My prick spurted out a heavy dose of precum at that first penetration. Their private father-daughter ritual that I was privy to now. They fucked slow but deep, Cheryl pivoting her hips to sink further on Mark’s prick with each stroke. 

She now sat up fully, feeling the depth of penetration as Mark’s hands gripped Cheryl’s full boobies, which had swollen lately. It was all amazing to watch, even the way Cheryl’s body pressed some against her dad’s beer belly, which had grown some lately too. I was almost content to sit back and watch the incest mating in action.

Almost, but not quite.

I grabbed some lube from the bedside table, and started slathering a lot on. Now that Cheryl was back in her nympho phase, she had been letting me sodomize her more lately. ANd as worked up as Big Daddy was getting her, I realized I was gonna get a bucket list chance now. 

I positioned myself behind her, between Mark’s thick legs, and reached into the cleft of her ass.

“Oh yes, Baby…” Cheryl gasped as my finger touched her rosebud and began lubing up. Gently probing her ring.

It took Mark a little longer to realize what was going on but I heard his loud growl. “You coming in, too, Brennan?”

I didn’t answer him in words. Instead I lined up my rock hard prick and pushed. 

It took a little work, but not much. I held Cheryl still for the penetration as Daddy watched and growled his encouragement. 

“Take Nick’s cock, Baby Doll,” he cooed as he stroked his daughter’s hair and gave her a soft, tongue heavy kiss. I wanted to hold off cumming, so I concentrated on thinking about work stuff for a bit, till I felt a more normal fuck pace.

That is, until Big Daddy scooted beneath pile drove that fat, heavy cock up into her cunt.

“Yes!” my wife cried. It was her first time taking two dicks at once, and I realized it was my first time with this experience. Fucking Cheryl from behind while Mark did her from the front. It was incredibly hot, but the thing that got me to cum was Mark’s strong hands. No longer feeling up his daughter’s tits, they were on my arms now, them my hips, feeling my muscle. Feeling me up. 

I nutted hard, and I heard both Mark and Cheryl cum in rapid succession. It was wild. 

We were messy and sweaty when we finally parted. I showered off and left them in bed for some one-on-one time. I mean, someone had to clean the goddamn gutters. 

Still, as I slipped on my briefs, I couldn’t help but see Big Daddy’s eyes on my fat softening dong.

****

A lot can change in four years.

In the words of my buddy Kevin, I was “all Texas and shit.” Turns out he was too, now, or at least on his way.

Mark Bryant was still the titular head of RC Pool Supply, but in every meaningful way I was running the business day to day, while Mark was taking a soft landing into his early retirement. 

I started taking Cheryl and Iris to the Jersey Shore for two weeks in the summer. Just us. I needed a break from the Bryant family sometimes. 

My bond with Dan Bryant became less of an open secret. I’d go over frequently to Dan’s after work and we’d go to the guest room to fuck and just spend some brother-to-brother time, alone and naked together. Courtney knew what was up, and she now knew Dan needed it. My dick – but my love, too. Dan made sure to be the stand up husband to Court in every other way.

And yeah, I may have fucked Courtney on the side, from time to time.

And while I still would suck Big Daddy, it was less an act of asserting his authority and now something else.

Like this weekend. Another guy’s weekend, this time at a golf resort out west. Dan couldn’t make it, so it was just me and Mark, which was good. It let me have some father-in-law time and for us men to talk business. Mark Bryant was all about mixing business with pleasure. I guess I was, too.

That first night I fucking made love to that big giant dong. I had no shame in doing so, it was hot. Taking that meaty thickness into my mouth and letting my throat relax to just go for it. Mark loved the contrast between the way I did it and Cheryl, or Dan, or the secretary sluts he banged. It took him no longer than two minutes of my excited head for the big man to growl and fire off with a heavy load. He kept it hard and I slowly sucked him a second time. The gruff dude was almost romantic as I worshipped his cock, stroking my hair and saying he was glad to have such a hot son in law. By the time I finally stroked off, it was an intense load.

The next day was an afternoon round of golf. I played great, and Mark grumbled at each lousy shot he made. “If I wanted a good golf player, I would have brought Dan instead,” he teased. Dan Bryant was only good at two things in life: taking cock and playing golf. But that meant he was really fucking good at both. OK, begrudgingly, I’ll say my brother-in-law is a good salesman, too. 

Mark and I were in a better mood after dinner and a couple of drinks. We had a cabin-like suite at the resort and the weather was nice, warm but dry. Big Daddy had something on his mind, I knew. 

“What’s your price, Brennan?” he finally asked as we sipped some top-shelf boubon.

“Price for what?” I asked.

He looked me in the eye. “Your ass. How much would I have to pay you to fuck that lacrosse jock ass of yours?” He was a little tipsy but I could tell he’d been thinking about this. I didn’t know how much of it was a power trip and how much was really wanting to nail me. I knew it was some of both.

“What makes you think I’d let you?” I replied. I wasn’t pissed off, more intrigued. Still, I’d never taken dick, not that way, and I wasn’t about to start.

Big Daddy seemed unfazed. He leaned back, his girthy meaty body looking more imposing in its stance. “Like I say, every man has his price.”

I leaned back myself, in a classic manspread position. I was actually chubbing up. Something about this power play had me going. “How bout this, Mark? You write down what you’re offering, and I’ll write down what I’d be willing to accept. And we can see how close they are.”

That got a wide grin out of the big man. He stood up and strutted over to find a notepad and pen at the hotel room desk. I could see he was throwing hard, at least half hard, that big dong looking formidable in his golf shorts. 

He ripped out a piece of paper and handed it to me. “Don’t play hardball, Brennan,” he smirked. He quickly wrote down a number and handed me the pen as he folded the paper. “This is a damn good offer,” he said proudly as he placed the folded paper on the table. 

I quickly wrote down on mine and we switched. I opened his first. He’d written down a large figure. Mid five digits. 

I think he thought I’d be impressed. Or shocked. Or something. Instead I nodded to him to open my folded paper. I knew what he was reading: “I fuck your ass – first.”

“Jesus,” he growled, looking up at me. “What the fuck?”

“You said every man has his price,” I explained. “That includes you, Daddy.”

“You like being a wise ass?” he asked me, his eyes twinkling some. He’d put on even a little more girth the last year or so, and for some reason I found that attractive. 

I spread my legs a little more. “I just don’t like being taken for granted,” I replied. 

We stared at each other. It felt like an eternity but was probably just a half minute. “Fuck,” Mark growled. “My princess picked out a hard bargainer, all right.”

I felt a vibe between us. It was the last thing I’d ever expect to happen with Mark Bryant, but maybe it was gonna. “We actually doing this Big Daddy?”

He gulped. “Counter proposal… I go first.”

I shook my head. “Un unh,” I said.  “My terms, Daddy.” Somehow it felt perverse to call him Daddy now.

“You’re really insisting ongoing first, Brennan?”

The man had a lot of pride on the line. I wasn’t gonna let him keep it. “Sure as fuck am.” I said. “I fuck you tonight. You fuck me tomorrow. Same positions.”

He blushed red. I think the alcohol was helping him even consider this. “Damn, I want in your ass so bad, stud… you know that, right?”

I grinned. “Yep. I do.” I stood up, my boner evident in my shorts. “Come on, Big Daddy. Let’s do this… you may actually even enjoy it.”

He stood up. For all of his anxiety, his fat cock was more than chubbed up, too. It was rock hard. He took one more swig of his drink and set it down. 

The sexual tension was ratcheting up quick as we went back to his bedroom. I stopped to get some lube from my bag and when I joined Big Daddy he was already kicking off his shoes and stood bare chested, his beefy body on full display. I followed suit quickly in stripping down, which seemed to thrill Mark.

“You have a way of messing with my head, Brennan,” he growled as he finally stripped naked and got in bed. I was two seconds behind him, my hands greedily reaching out to feel up that older father-in-law bulk.

“You’ve always gotten into mine Big Daddy,” I hissed. 

Our lips met. We’d kissed while double-teaming Cheryl. But Cheryl wasn’t there now. It was just me and my dad-in-law, making out. Yeah, this was a power play, but it just fueled our lust and attraction. Big Daddy was pawing at my leaner body now, just as eagerly as I was gripping his. 

“My baby girl picked out a winner,” the man hissed, reaching down to cup my hardon. “Just don’t treat my like one of your side bitches,” he growled. Maybe he had his son Dan in mind.

“That wasn’t part of the agreement,” I joked. 

Mark laughed. “Just remember you’re getting payback tomorrow.”

“I know, Mark,” I grinned. “You nervous?” I asked after a minute.

The man nodded. “I’m not scared of much in life… but this, yeah…” As crazy as the idea of Big Daddy letting me fuck him was, the fact he was being so emotionally direct and open was a mind fuck of its own.

I patted his meaty ass. The one I’d admired and lusted after when I watched him fuck my wife. “I’ll break you in easy, sir,” I smiled. “On your belly, Big Daddy.”

He winced in fear but did as instructed.

Goddamn, that ass was full. Some padding but lots of brawn, too. I gripped the round cheeks and pulled them apart, diving face in. I’d gotten into rimming Randy Slocum and Dan, but Mark Bryant’s ass was even more munch-worthy. I licked and rooted around and played with his pucker with my tongue. Big Daddy fucking loved it, hiking his ass back to my face. 

“Fuck yeah, Brennan,” he hissed. “Eat me out.”

I did, too. I wanted to take my time enjoying what was probably be a one-time shot. And I was 100% sure Mark Bryant was cherry. I’d take my time working him open. 

Eventually I pulled back, lubed my fingers and started working him open that way. It was less immediately pleasurable to Mark, but pretty soon I had three fingers twisting in and out of that dad hole, deep. And I’ll be damned if Mark wasn’t hiking back against my thrusting hand. 

The penetration went easier than I expected. Mark freaked out a little once my dick breached his ring, but that was a mental thing, and as I kissed along his thick neck, he relaxed back into me. It’s a real fucking turn on to have a dude as big as that relax back into you, I’ll tell ya. He wasn’t gonna say it, but Mark Bryant was enjoying having my cock inside him.

He even enjoyed it when I started thrusting into him. Soft, steady thrusts. His body face down, I made love to his whole body, feeling him kissing his shoulder, fucking deeply into him. 

I may have even told him I loved him, right before my body seized up and I had the hardest orgasm of my life. Several inches inside my father in law.

I took a second to relax and recover than I rolled off him, patting him softly and affectionately on the ass. I leaned up just a little and held up my still-rigid prick. “Your turn to come, Mark. Why don’t you sit on my cock while you do?”

I was definitely pushing it, and I expected him to growl at me. Instead he had a quiet, needy expressing as he knelt up on the mattress, his own meaty prick hard and leaking. I could read it all in his face. Sexual excitement, embarrassment for having liked it too much, and the urgent need to get off. He eyed up my cum-slick dick. 

“Yeah,” he barked and scooted his big body over to straddle me. The man was girthy all right, and felt even more so as he settled on my lap, his belly brushing against my hard on before he moved up and reached back to guide me back into him. He hesitated.

“It’s just you and me, Big Daddy. No one else,” I assured him. 

That’s what he needed to hear to le himself go. He eased back onto me, and the entry was easy now. Mark was doing the driving now, using his weight and strength to ride my meat and stimulate his insides how he wanted it.

“Goddamn, Brennan, you got a cock on ya,” he hissed as he bounced heavily up and down on me and flogged his cock. Cum spurted out of that big dong a couple of seconds before the full orgasm hit. Then it was a throaty growl and some wild bucking that nearly snapped my dick off. Big Daddy was having his first p-spot orgasm, and I was getting drenched. I watched him cum, then he reached down and used his grip on my neck to pull himself down and met up to a hot, heavy kiss. I humped excitedly, determined to get a second nut before Mark’s was done. I succeeded. 

We actually didn’t talk after we uncoupled, but we cleaned off and made out, softly, until Mark’s eyes grew heavy with the need for sleep. I started to get up and go back to my bed, but his arm reached out and gripped my forearm. 

“You don’t gotta go, Brennan.” came his words. I nodded and eased back into Mark’s bed.

***

Payback is a bitch. 

Mark Bryant has a massive cock. He tried going easy, copying my own foreplay from the night before. But it stung going in, and stung getting reamed out by that monster. Still, a bet was a bet, so I clung to the bedsheets and took it. Getting my virginity fucked away by the biggest, fattest cock I could imagine, and feeling the heaviness of his body on top of my back, thrusting away. At least if I ever did this again, I’d know I’d gone full out.

The whole time Mark was telling me how much he’d looked forward to taking Big Brennan down a notch. 

But a minute and a half into the ordeal, he stopped and climbed off me. I was surprised, because usually once Mark got into a fuck it never took him long to nut. I felt that slick dong slide across my ass and hip, and my ass felt like a freight train had driven through it.

The mattress sank as Big Daddy lay next to me, that massive cock still bone hard and sticking up an inch from his beer belly. 

“What?” I asked, wondering what was up, or if anything was wrong.

Mark looked at me with his normal “Boss” look. “We said same positions, right?” he asked.

It sunk in. Mark wanted me to ride his cock. And more than than he wanted me to enjoy this.

I’d try. At least my ring was still loose and opened up as I straddled the big man and felt that fat lubed tool nudge back in place. Mark’s cock felt scary and thrilling at the same time.

“Take your time, Brennan,” the man said softly. His hands openly caressing my gym-toned thighs. 

I nodded and sat back in place on him. The reentry felt full. Fuller than full. Mark Bryant was hunk like a motherfucker. But this position worked better. I could control the pace and now that he’d already reamed me from behind the switch made this feel better. I mean, it was still a challenge, but I started riding the big man slowly. 

“Nice, Nick,” Mark hissed, really getting into the softer vibe between us. “Ride my cock, buddy.”

I did, working my ass up to take more of his pole, feeling a wild range of emotions. 

Mark timed it perfectly, knowing when my insides were unclenching enough to thrust up to match my own motion.

“Oh fuck!” I hissed. 

“Too much?” he asked.

I shook my head. Still in a-bets-a-bet mode. But feeling something else. “No,” I answered, feeling Mark’s massive dong thrust faster. “Feel good?”

“You have no fucking idea,” he growled, his hips getting more urgent and his hands now running along my front, appreciating the way my tight abs and ripped body contrast to his own bulkier build. 

We mated silently for a minute, then Mark spoke up again. “You know, I wish you’d been my son Nick.”

It was a gut punch of a thing to say, but it fed my sexual pleasure. “I know, Daddy,” I hissed back. Goddamnit, his confession was gonna get me to cum. I saw a playful leer on his face as he watched me enter orgasm, my hips having a life of their own to bounce on his dong and my fist a blur on my erection. It was a scattershot of an ejaculation, spraying all over Big Daddy’s hairy body. 

“Fuck yes, Nick,” Mark growled and with a couple urgent thrusts of his own, I knew he was seeding me good. 

I rode it out, my orgasm, and his, and felt guilty, like I’d betrayed Dan. I knew Mark had fucked me as an equal and his son would never have that. 

Mark and I didn’t talk about it, though. We didn’t talk about much of anything until after we’d showered and dressed. And as we packed to head to catch our flight, it was normal talk about golf and R.C. Pool Supply, and if Mark’s retirement meant he’d no longer have a pool of secretaries to fuck.

***

Mark and I had taken separate cars to the airport, and now I was on my way home. Sure, maybe I was speeding, but I got annoyed when I saw the cop car lights behind me. “Fuck me,” I grunted, dutifully pulling over. 

I expected a gentle talking to and being let off with a warning. For all intents and purposes, I was a Bryant, and the Bryants owned this town. 

Indeed, I couldn’t have imagined a more deferential tone in the police officer’s voice as he looked in my rolled down window as he stood beside the car, 6 foot even in his uniform shoes. 

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Brennan,” the man started off with an apology. He was early 40s and hot as fuck. Weathered skin, sea blue eyes, just the right amount of muscle under that poly blue material. “If you could do me a favor, could you slow it down some?”

“I can probably do that, Officer,” I replied. I took another look at the man. I’d become a convert of Texas beef, but maye I was developing an appreciation when that beef was aged a little. I spoke before I thought. “.And maybe you can do me a favor.” OK, my dick brain was doing the thinking now.

“What kind of favor?” the officer asked nervously. I could tell he got a sense of where this was going.

“You take it up the ass, Officer?” I asked with my best poker face. Not working up to the main event, like with Slocum. Just going right for the jugular.

He gulped and I could see those blue eyes “Not in a long time, Mr. Brennan,” he almost whispered. Scared as hell. 

“It’s like riding a bike, Officer,” I smiled. “And I know what I’m not doing… come on, man… I’m sure you know a private place we can go.”

Those sea blue eyes met mine. Almost pleading for a way out. I stared back, unblinking. 

Officer Friendly let out the breath he’d been holding in. He took a nervous darting look around, then turned back to me. “My partner’s back in the cruiser,” he grunted softly, but with that same apologetic tone.

Holy shit. I looked back and there was a rookie-looking dude in the passenger seat of the cop car. Slocum hot, and probably not six months from his time on the gridiron. But I was getting into the middle-aged cop even more. “What time you get off, Officer…?” I asked turning back.

“Officer Mitchell. Five o’clock, sir,” he replied deferentially. 

“Live alone?” I asked. I didn’t see a wedding band. 

“Yessir, Mr. Brennan. Divorced last year.” That Texas accent coming thicker.

“Sorry to hear Officer Mitchell,” I said with half-real sympathy.

The cop shrugged. God he was the strong silent type but had a certain vulnerability to him that gave me a bone. “It is what it is, Mr. Brennan.” He then pulled out a pad and wrote his address on the paper and tore it off to hand to me. 

His hand was actually shaking. “Please go easy on me, Mr. Brennan, sir.”

“I will Officer,” I grinned, stuffing the address in my shirt pocket.

Mitchell gave me one last look, like he wanted to suck my cock then and there. He ran his fingers along my car door where the window was rolled down. “All right… stay safe, sir.. and slow it down if you can.”

“You bet,” I nodded, feeling horny as fuck. Good thing 5 o’clock was only a couple hours away.

I watched Officer Mitchell strut back to the cruiser as I started up the car and set it in drive. I sped off. 

In the words of my buddy Kevin, I was all Texas and shit, and I couldn’t be happier.

END

≈ Ch. 40: FLANN’S MISERY< ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Blain’s deceiving double life is exposed; while Roderick and the other Uncles decide of his fate, Flann gets a visit from the last person he would want to meet. When Flann’s past is revealed, his stay at the Asylum is at stake, but he’ll do whatever it takes not to be cast out of the Cousinhood.

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~ Double life ~

Roderick paced his study with long, nervous steps, under the serious gaze of Cassian, Orren, Shay and Drake.

“Let me get this clear…” – Roderick then exclaimed, looking at Shay and Drake – “Are you telling me that Blain, a monk who has lived with us for years, and has proceeded under my guidance on the path to the Holy Fountain is a Satyr??”

“At first I thought it was just my imagination” – Drake replied gravely – “but now I’m sure: during my Trial, Blain forcefully held me down and made me cum against my will, ignoring my pleas; and when he finally forced me to have an unpleasant and unwelcome ejaculation, he drank my seed with bestial greed, and saluted me with those words, ‘Hail, O Fountain of Youth’, that Silenus, the leader of the Satyrs, always spoke before doing the same.”

“And there’s more” – Shay added – “because Blain used on me the same aphrodisiac potions used on Drake by the Satyrs; it’s a complex mix of herbs, only the Satyrs could’ve told him the recipe.”

“But it’s impossible, Blain can’t possibly be a Satyr!” – Roderick objected – “Drake, you told us that they were a group of weird men who probably took inspiration from the children’s story about the Satyrs’ Lair, and that they had ages ranging from mid-forties to late sixties; and it was twenty years ago, by now they all must be very old: how can Blain, who is 24 years old, possibly be one of them?”

“Because the situation is much more complicated and serious than you think, Roderick” – Orren intervened – “You see, the Satyrs are not just the specific group of men who hurt Drake twenty years ago. They are still active and growing, and Silenus, their leader, is not a madman who likes to wear a goat costume: he has elaborated a sort of alternate philosophy related to the Holy Fountain.”

Cassian was surprised by Orren’s words: “How do you know?”

Orren smiled sadly: “For many years, while my fellow monks pursued the path to the Holy Fountain, I was confined in the West Wing; I won’t deny that back then I hated Roderick, I hated this Asylum and thought that the Holy Fountain had abandoned me. I found refuge in studying, and Silenus’ doctrine was very suggestive, it almost seduced me. He basically put together fragments of our philosophy and came to the wrong conclusion that the Holy Fountain is a source of eternal youth; in order to gain this benefit, the Satyrs must drink the manly seed of a special man called “the One” or “the Chosen”, a man born during a Blue Moon.”

“I… I was born during a night of Blue Moon…” – Drake said with broken voice – “Was that my sin? The reason why they tortured me to the point of destroying my body and my mind? Am I ‘the One’?”

Shay comforted Drake holding his hand, and Drake calmed down a bit, and replied with a faint smile.

“If this can make you feel better, Drake, yes, you were ‘the One’… at least in Silenus’ eyes. But of course Silenus is delusional, and there is no ‘One’, just as much can’t exist the eternal youth. But the point is that there are people out there who believe to Silenus and his bizarre doctrine. They are simple-minded people who think with their guts, rather than their head; they’re always ready to get indignant and to believe to obscure conspirations, and ultimately they are fertile soil for Silenus to proselytize.”

Roderick frowned deeply: “So, in the end, Silenus’ doctrine is nothing more than a wrong representation of the Holy Fountain…”

Orren nodded: “The ways of the Holy Fountain are not easy to understand; we monks spend our lives studying the Holy Book. There are people who prefer… the easy way, the fast path to the goal. That’s what Silenus offers them. I think Blain was impatient, and was seduced by the prospect of reaching the Holy Fountain skipping all the study, the vows and the Trials.”

There was a knock on the door and Roderick said: “We’ll soon know. This must be Devin, who is bringing Blain here. Come in!”

Blain entered the room with a defiant expression, followed by Devin. Roderick looked straight at Blain and said with an authoritative tone: “Blain, you’ve been informed of the accusations that have been made against you. I want the truth: are you a Satyr?”

Blain flashed a sardonic grin but remained in a stubborn silence.

“There’s no need for him to reply.” – Devin said gravely – “As an Uncle, I exerted my right to search Blain’s room, and I found these things…”

Devin handed to Roderick two sheets of papers and a small sack. Roderick glanced at the papers and gasped: “These are two pages ripped from the Holy Book! And the dried herbs in this sack… Drake, are these herbs the ones the Satyrs made you drink?”

Drake sniffed the sack and got pale: “They undoubtedly are” – he confirmed, and sat down again next to Shay.

Roderick started pacing again the room, his handsome face obscured by a deep frown. After a short while, he stopped and turned around: “Cassian, I need your guidance. As an Uncle, I can’t do anything more than declaring Blain a Lost Cousin, but what would it be for? You have the power to cast Blain out of the Cousinhood, if you think it would be appropriate. I never found myself in such a situation, that deeply upsets me. I rely on your wisdom.”

“I’m as upset as you are.” – Cassian replied – “Sometimes we monks feel too ‘holy’ to delve into the ranting and delusional world of heretics, fools and evil men; and I’m deeply thankful to Orren who had the strength and the wisdom to study Silenus’ theories and enlightened us about them. We all need to assess the situation and take a decision with a serene heart. All I know is that Blain is not worth of the habit he wears, so, for the time being, he will be locked in a Blessing Stall, as he doesn’t deserve to live in areas reserved to the monks. In a few days we’ll come up with the final decision.”

Blain didn’t seem particularly scared by Cassian’s decision; keeping his defiant expression, he slowly raised his green habit, took it away and disdainfully threw it to the floor.

Shay’s eyes wandered on Blain’s naked body, on his chiseled torso covered with a thin layer of black hair, and on his big flaccid cock, the very same cock he had to stroke to orgasm on the day he became a Novice  [1]. It had been the very first manly member Shay had ever touched, and the memory of that exciting and scary moment was etched in his mind. But back then, Blain was for Shay a revered monk, an example to follow; now, he was just a vile lad who abused the trust Roderick and the other monks had put in him.

“Your loss.” – Devin growled to Blain, rudely pushing him toward the door – “Now you’ll have to do your Walk of Shame stark naked as you are, all the way to the Blessing Stalls!”

When the door closed behind Blain and Devin, Roderick looked pensively at the green habit lying rumpled on the floor and a sudden thought seemed to hit him; he opened a drawer and took a neatly folded blue habit, then he turned his gaze to Drake and gave him a fatherly smile: “Now I won’t accept a ‘no’, Drake: this blue habit is rightfully yours. Please, let me…”

Drake stood up, and Roderick, with caring hands, undid all the buttons of Drake’s black cassock, and took it away. Then helped him wear the blue habit and took his face in his hands. “Welcome back, my dearest Nephew” – Roderick said, smiling, and then gave him a long, loving kiss, that Drake reciprocated with joy and passion.

 

~ Flann’s past barges in ~

At lunch, the Cousinhood was unusually silent. The news about Blain had spread like a wildfire, and Blain’s empty chair at the dining table was the visual proof that the rumors were painfully true.

At the end of the meal, Roderick stood up, immediately drawing all the eyes on him, and said: “My Nephews, you may think at today as a sad day, after our fellow monk, a young man we all trusted and respected, has been proved a liar and a worshipper of a false idol. But this is not a sad day, quite the opposite: it’s time to rejoice and celebrate, because Drake has taken back his rightful place within the Cousinhood.”

The sad expressions on the monks faces turned into friendly smiles, and many words of welcome and affection were spoken across the table, while Drake, unused to such a popularity, blushed modestly. Roderick glanced around and smiled, basking in the peace and the joy of the moment.

But the serenity was abruptly broken by loud voices coming from the hallway. A woman was screaming to let her pass, while the guardian of the Asylum tried unsuccessfully to stop her. After a few moments, a beautiful, poorly dressed black woman in her thirties barged in the dining hall.

As soon as she stepped in, her gaze focused on Flann and she exclaimed, angrily: “Here you are! So, it’s true, you’re a monk, now!”

Roderick stood up and said with the most authoritarian tone he was capable of: “Madam, this is an area reserved to monks, and you shouldn’t be here! May I kindly ask who you are and why you barged in in such an inappropriate way?”

“Ha! Ask him!” – the woman replied, pointing to Flann, who was looking at his feet in shame.

“Flann! Who is this woman?” – Roderick asked, and Flann drew a couple rugged breaths before uttering a feeble: “My… My wife.”

Many a mouth sagged open for the surprise. The woman said defiantly to Roderick: “So? Do you still think I shouldn’t be here?”

“Yes!” – Roderick replied, without hiding his irritation – “No matter your reasons, madam, this room is still off-limits to the peasants, as it’s been for centuries and will be for the centuries to come! In my study! Both of you!”

Roderick led the way with long nervous steps, thinking «Will this day ever end?»; Cassian and Devin followed him, bringing with them Flann and the woman. When they all were in Roderick’s study, Cassian asked to Flann: “Is it true? Are you married to this woman?”

Flann, without raising his bowed head, meekly replied: “Yes.”

“And were you married to this woman when you joined the Asylum and took your vows as a Novice?”

“Yes. We both were very young when we got married, and I soon realized I’d done the worst mistake of my life. I’ve always felt the call of the Holy Fountain, I wanted to be a monk, so I… I abandoned her and went away. I came here, to this secluded village, and hoped to start a new life joining the Asylum.”

“Do you understand” – Cassian said gravely – “that lying on your marital status makes your vows and the Trials you passed invalid? A married man can’t become a monk, unless his marriage is declared terminated beforehand!”

“Oh, please, Great-Uncle, don’t send me away!” – Flann pleaded with broken voice – “The Holy Fountain and this Asylum are my life! Our marriage was very much over long before I came here! I swear! Only… we never made it official, that’s all. I’m begging you, Great-Uncle…!”

“Uhm…” – Roderick mumbled, wishing to help Flann, but realizing that the woman had her rights over her husband – “Cassian, you have the authority to declare a marriage terminated…”

“Yes” – Cassian confirmed – “but only if there’s mutual consensus. In simple terms, madam, you have to confirm that your marriage was already over when Flann abandoned you.”

The woman crossed her arms and pouted his lips, clearly unwilling to give her consent, and Flann pleaded her: “What do you want from me, Marge? I’ll do anything! But if you want money, I’m afraid I have none.”

“I want a husband!” – she cried out – “If I were still a virgin I could hope to find another husband, but I’m not a virgin anymore! I’m actually the least virgin girl around, after taking that… trunk you bear between your legs!”

That was low, and Flann, always conscious about his oversize manhood, shifted nervously from foot to foot, painfully aware that Marge’s refusal meant that his days at the Asylum and his life as a monk were over. Then Flann raised his gaze, and with a voice that exuded all his pain, said: “You will never have your husband back, Marge. Sure, you can destroy my life here, and even force me to come back home to you, but I won’t be your husband anyway. A husband is much more than a man forced to live with a woman against his will.”

Marge pouted his lips again, knowing that Flann was right, but stomped her foot on the floor and screamed: “Then I want moral compensation, at least! You humiliated me, leaving me alone!”

“What kind of… compensation are you thinking about?”

“The Pillory!” – she stated, standing tall, and Flann gasped: “You’re not serious! The Pillory is… barbarian! Do you want to strip me from any trace of dignity?”

Flann took Marge’s stubborn silence as a ‘yes’, so he took a deep breath and said: “Fine. I’ll submit myself to the Pillory, and may the Holy Fountain help me.”

 

~ The Pillory ~

The next day, at noon, everything was ready in the main square of the village. A short wooden column had been erected in the middle of the square and Flann, wearing only a loincloth, accepted to be secured to it by the town Margrave. All the bystanders looked with a malicious grin the tall black monk being immobilized, trussed in a standing position, with his arms tied behind the short column and his feet secured to his base.

Flann felt miserable, looking at the small crowd in front of him; he could recognize his wife Marge and her two brothers, along with most of the peasants living in the village. Marge’s resentful glance was the last thing he could see, because the Margrave covered his eyes with a thick cloth, preventing him to see anything.

The Margrave said aloud: “This man has dishonored his wife, abandoning her. The ancient law states that he must suffer for an equal humiliation, until the sun sets. All the men present here are allowed to molest and harass the penitent, one at time, any way they like, but cannot hurt him, as he can’t defend himself. No one is allowed to talk to the penitent. And of course the penitent’s family and friends are not allowed to enter the town square or give to the penitent any support or consolation.”

Uncle Roderick, Shay and the entire Cousinhood were standing at the farthest corner of the town square, aware that they couldn’t go any closer to Flann. They could only witness from afar his degradation and pray the Holy Fountain to give him the strength to endure the torment.

The Margrave grabbed Flann’s loincloth and Flann pleaded: “Please, don’t! Leave me at least this last shred of dignity!”, but the man, without a word, pulled hard the strings and tore away the small cloth, revealing Flann’s humongous flaccid cock.

There were many shocked gasps and surprised comments: “Holy shit, he’s huge!”, “That’s not a cock, it’s a trick of nature!”, “It’s a foot long!”

Flann wanted to die on the spot for the shame; his oversize male endowment had always been a thorn in the side for him, as most people focused on his cock, rather than on him as a person. He tried to soldier on, but his determination crumbled when he felt a big hand curl around his member, to slowly stroke it. “I’m begging you…” – Flann pleaded – “Don’t humiliate me this way… Please!”

But he didn’t get any reply, as the law forbade the men to talk to him. The hand didn’t stop, and Flann heard distant loud voices saying: “Yeah, make him hard!”, “Let’s see how long that thing can grow!”

Flann was an Older Cousin, but he was far from mastering the art of Temperance; he tried hard to keep his member limp, but the faceless hand viciously insisted on the sensitive ridge of his glans, and Flann lost his battle; much to his shame, and to the audience’s astonishment, he couldn’t prevent his cock from growing to a full thirteen-inch erection.

There was a movement, the big hand was withdrawn, and two smaller hands took its place, sensually massaging the long shaft and the heavy low-hanging balls. Distant laughs and mocking comments hit Flann’s ears, but the additional shame didn’t stop his manly juices to boil into his groin, in response to the expert massage.

It didn’t take long until Flann felt his balls tighten, ready to shoot, and his whole body stiffened in preparation of the upcoming orgasm… but the hands suddenly let go of his manhood, leaving him helpless on the verge of a climax that he couldn’t reach.

An explosion of coarse laughs made Flann cringe, while the denied orgasm painfully subsided and retracted into his groin. Another faceless hand took hold of his throbbing cock, and two fingers, slick with spit, started brushing his sensitive glans, keeping him on the very verge of the climax, but without giving him the last little push.

Flann tried to endure the torment, but the fingers seemed to know exactly how far they could go, and when to stop, leaving Flann in his misery. Giving up to his dignity, Flann started pleading: “Please… let me cum… I beg you to make me cum!”, but all he got as a reply was a low, evil chuckle.

From afar, the Cousins were watching Flann suffering for the humiliation and the merciless teasing, but they couldn’t do anything. They had witnessed Marge’s two brothers and another older man harass Flann and leave him with a throbbing cock and an overwhelming need to cum; and when a younger man crouched in front of Flann, all the Cousins knew that more torments awaited their fellow monk.

The man brushed his hands on Flann’s thighs, and the monk said with a voice broken by the sexual tension: “If you have a heart, stop torturing me, let me cum!”

He didn’t get any reply, of course, as it was forbidden to talk to the penitent; but he felt two warm lips closing around his enflamed cock, and a wet tongue dancing sensually on his sensitive glans. Flann heard distant outraged comments: “He’s sucking him!”, “What a sodomite!”, “It’s disgusting!”. But the wet mouth didn’t stop, and engulfed a couple more inches of the stiff black rod, and then two more.

Flann felt his own helmet push on the man’s throat muscles, but the man didn’t gag and pushed harder, relaxing his muscles and welcoming the entire 13-inch manhood into his gullet. “Holy shit, he’s taken it all!” – the distant men commented, watching Flann’s cock disappear into the man’s mouth – “Not even an experienced whore can do that!”, “Someone should stop him!”

“No! Don’t stop!” – Flann urged the faceless mouth – “Please, for what you have most sacred, finish me off!”

The mouth not only didn’t stop, but started bobbing back and forth, with urgency, making the tight throat muscles give an incredibly sensual massage to Flann’s engorged glans. Flann tensed, climbing the last steps to an explosive orgasm, and screamed loud: “Don’t stop!!! AAAARRGGHH!!!!”

A massive ejaculation erupted from Flann’s aching cock, and he realized that the man was gulping his manly seed down, still moving his head back and forth, to give Flann the most intense and satisfying orgasm ever, despite the outraged exclamations coming from the crowd.

Only when the last pelvic contraction ended, the mouth slowly backed off, the lips tightly pursed on the shaft to leave the massive cock perfectly clean. Flann was panting hard, but found enough breath to say: “Whoever you are, thank you from the bottom of my heart. But I feel in pain for you, as you exposed yourself in front of all the men to help me. Why did you do that?”

The man stood up, not allowed to say a single word, but placed a caring hand on Flann’s left chest, above his heart. And Flann suddenly recognized him: “Dan! You are Dan, the man who came in my stall with his wife, at the Commonweal’s Benison!  [2]”

Again, Flann didn’t get any reply, but he felt a clean shaved cheek press against his own, and then a respectful peck on his lips. “Should I live a hundred years” – Flann said with passion – “Your generosity won’t ever be forgotten. May the Holy Fountain repay it a hundred times!”

 

~ More friends come to the rescue ~

Dan went away, and Flann hoped that his ordeal was over. But his hopes were suddenly crushed by a calloused palm wrapping his now oversensitive cock head and polishing it with a cruel circular motion. Flann gasped and hissed, trying to endure the unexpected torment, but the hand pressed harder on his sensitive flesh, making Flann buck hard and pull on the ropes restraining him: “NOOO!!! GGGHHAAA!!! Please stop, please stop!!!” – he screamed out of his lungs, but the more he screamed, the more intense the cruel massage became.

From the far corner of the town square, Roderick was restless, as he couldn’t stand watching his beloved Nephew manhandled in such a merciless way. He looked around and recognized the rude peasant with the elephant cock who, back at the Benison, accepted Randel’s money to wreak his ass  [3]. “You!” – Roderick said, grabbing the man by his arm – “We meet again!”

The man recognized him and laughed: “Are you craving a dose of a real man’s cock, old codger?”

“Don’t play with me!” – Roderick hissed – “I know you took money to hurt me! I should hand you over to the Margrave!”

The man suddenly lost his confidence, and Roderick went on: “But I’m inclined to forget everything if you do something for me. Go to that muscular man who is hurting my friend and stop him! Quick!”

The oaf grunted and nodded, and went with great stride to the huge molester, grabbed him from his blouse and pulled him off Flann. The big lug didn’t like in the least being interrupted that way, and a brawl broke out in front of the blinded Flann, who didn’t understand what was going on, but was relieved to see his torment end. The fuss slowly trailed off, and a tense silence fell in the town square.

The group of monks watching from afar breathed a sigh of relief, but were still worried, because many men had gathered in the square, sure enough willing to give their personal contribute to Flann’s torment.

Keenan, the Viking-looking blond monk, felt someone tugging on his habit. “Will they hurt him again?” – a boyish voice asked, and Keenan turned around; there were two young mans, not older than fifteen years, with dirty faces, looking up at him. “Don’t you recognize us?” – one boy asked, noticing Keenan’s puzzled expression, and the second boy slapped his friend on his arm: “Sly! He was blindfolded! How on earth can he recognize us? Please forgive him, sir” – the boy added, looking up at Keenan – “I’m Zach, and this is my friend Sly, we met at the Benison…  [4]”

“Zach! Sly!” – Keenan exclaimed warmly – “How can I forget the two of you? I can finally put a face to your voices! Err… No touching here, alright?”

“Don’t worry, sir… Keenan, is it?” – Zach replied, and then pulled Keenen down to whisper into his ear: “Though we still… ehm… touch ourselves thinking of you!”

Only the thick blond beard covering Keenan’s face prevented the boys from seeing the sturdy Viking blush: “I… uhm… I’m glad to be in your… err… your thoughts. Hey boys, will you do something for me? It’s very important!”

“Anything for you, sir…” – Sly replied, and he had no beard to hide the sudden blush enflaming his cheeks.

Keenan smiled tenderly and covertly gave precise instructions to the boys, who promptly scampered across the town square, heading to the bound penitent.

Flann at first didn’t understand what was going on. He felt a presence close to him, but whoever he was, he didn’t touch him. He waited, getting ready for the next onslaught, but the minutes went by and no one tormented him.

What Flann couldn’t see, due to the blindfold on his eyes, were two little street urchins sitting on the ground at his sides; and whenever a man came from the small crowd to torment Flann, they stared at him with their most innocent and childish gaze, until the man, unwilling to do anything sexual in front of two children, gave up on his evil intentions and turned around.

The boys didn’t move and went on performing their act for hours, until, at long last, the sun set and the Margrave came forward and quickly set Flann free. “The penance is over!” – the Margrave said aloud – “Whatever the sin of this penitent, it is now forgiven! This is stated: all abide to the law!”

Flann suddenly found himself surrounded by his fellow monks, who gave him a habit to wear and hugged him tight. He quickly scanned the square, and saw Dan looking back at him from afar, half-hiding in a narrow alley. They exchanged an intense glance, and Flann brought his right hand on his left chest, silently renewing his promise to never forget Dan’s selfless act of mercy.

Uncle Roderick let out a loud sigh and gestured to the other Uncles, Devin and Orren: “Better go back to the Asylum. We all need to eat something, and then we’ll have do decide with Cassian what to do with Blain…”

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In the last triple chapter (yeah, grab a coffee!) all the stories are wrapped up. The chapter will feature the entire Cousinhood, that by now you’ve come to know well. In addition, we’ll meet again Silenus, the leader of the Satyrs, who many years ago had dramatically abused Drake. And of course there’s Shay, whose innocent tenderness can win anyone’s heart.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] When Shay first entered the Asylum, he still thought of himself as a fiercely straight man; sure enough, he’d never touched another man’s cock. In order to become a Novice, Shay took vow of Submission, and was ordered to stroke Blain’s manhood to orgasm. See Ch.1.
[2] During the Benison, Flann was visited by Dan and his dominant wife; Dan was ‘forced’ by his wife to choke on Flann’s massive cock, but Flann soon realized that the man was covertly very experienced in oral sex. Dan had a very small male endowment, but placed a hand on Flann’s chest and told him that what defines a man is not his cock, but his heart. See Ch.29.
[3] Randel, who back then was still the Great-Uncle, wanted to humiliate and hurt Roderick; so he paid some money to a rough yokel renown for the off-the-charts thickness of his manly member, asking him to go into Roderick’s stall and wreak his ass; but in the end the peasant preferred to fuck young Quinn. Before going away, the peasant gave himself away with a careless comment, making Roderick discover the deception. See Ch.30.
[4] Anyone can attend the Benison, including young underage boys. Zach and Sly entered Keenan’s stall; the monk was blindfolded as the rules required, and while he couldn’t send the boys away, he stood perfectly still, letting the boys explore his body. The eager innocence of Zach and Sly won Keenan’s heart, but all he could remember of them were their voices, as he couldn’t see their faces. See Ch.29.

“Subject 135 is acting up again,” a bored front desk worker spoke absently as Head Researcher Keyon Pilar strolled past.  Keyon was likewise only half paying attention, looking down at his clear Avatron Datatablet 5.

“Of course, Assistant T4, add it to my schedule.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Assistant T4, Dolores to her friends, smacked her gum in her mouth as she continued to study her well-manicured fingernails.

The pneumatic sliding doors opened in front of Keyon as he passed through the halls.  All the security features were linked to facial recognition and in the more secure sections by retinal scanning.  He almost didn’t notice the security measures any longer since he had access to the entire facility.  He knew exactly the right time to look up and in which direction to catch any retinal scans.

“Alright,” Keyon spoke as he entered his first subject’s room, “Subject 127, describe the condition of your wellbeing.”

“My name is Doug,” the big man spoke in a deep voice from the recliner he was laid back in.  He appeared not to have shaved for several days, there was food on his clothing from eating in a reclined position, and the scent in the room indicated body odor.  Keyon diligently documented these findings on his Datatablet.

“Please, let’s keep this professional, Subject 127.  No common names are utilized in the facility.  As always you may refer to me as Head Researcher or my designation Researcher B1.”

“For the love of Pizza Steve,” Subject 127 swore, “You, researchers, need to pull the sticks out your ass!”

Keyon documented that Subject 127 remained disgruntled and unhappy.  Perhaps increased releases of dopamine and serotonin could alter his deteriorating mental condition.

“Why you so stuck on that device?” Doug grumbled, “You’ve not helped me at all, just locked me in this room with reruns of a show that I don’t like.  What sort of plot has a dog fighting crime with the Intergalactic Crime Bureau?  Plus, I can tell they swap out the dogs all the time… it’s like they’re not even trying.”

“Research shows that ‘Intergalactdog’ is a calming and mindless viewing experience, generally uplifting in its approach to justice and upholding values that appeal to the vox populi.  Also, the dog or dogs, is or are, generally considered cute.”

“I can’t stand talking to you,” Doug growled, “Or have you talk over me.”

“I assure you, Subject 127” Keyon made eye contact with Subject 127 for the first time and immediately regretted it, “We will adjust your dosages and we will monitor your progress on our next encounter.”

“Same shit, different horse,” Doug made crude gestures simulating human defecation.  Keyon documented these responses and left the room.

Keyon took a moment to remove a personal air refresher from his lab uniform and spray it into the corridor where he was immediately able to imagine a flower covered mountain valley with a small stream running nearby.  The scents of this surreal oasis in the sterile laboratory corridor caused him to emit an audible sigh of relief.

“Ooooo,” a woman called out loudly, dragging Keyon roughly back to reality, “That’s a good one!”

“Ah,” Keyon looked at the disheveled older woman, “Researcher C5, I enjoy it also.”

Keyon placed the small bottle back in his pocket.

“It is an early prototype from the eighth floor.”

“Perks of the job, I suppose,” Researcher C5 guffawed and elbowed Keyon conspiratorially.

“You have struck me in an unprofessional manor,” Keyon placed both hands up in a placating, defensive posture, “Please report to Section 13 for reconditioning and training.”

“Yea, yea,” Researcher C5 shook her head in disapproval and her gray hair fell into her face a little, “Before I report, I came to tell you to visit Subject 135.”

Keyon briefly reviewed his Datatablet.

“Subject 135 is not on my scheduled list for examination.”

“Trust me…” Researcher C5 urged, “You are going to want to make it a priority.”

“I will take your suggestion to deviate from the normal scheduled events under advisement.”

Keyon of course continued to focus solely on his Datatablet and only visited the subjects indicated, in the order they were assigned.  There was no time in a single day for delay or he could end up grossly behind on his work.  Schedules and routines were in place to provide structure and eliminate potential stressors in the work environment.  If the artificial intelligence, commonly referred to as SPORK, wanted him to visit Subject 135, it would have been added to the schedule accordingly.

SPORK operated on the latest technology and regulated almost every aspect of Lunar society.  The few communities that still refused to adopt a SPORK-centric system were generally considered of questionable morality and generally unsafe.  SPORK, like all good tools, would live far beyond the limits of a single human lifespan, it would grow and evolve for generations to come.

When lunch rolled around, Keyon made his way to the lowest section of the building where the cafeteria was maintained. There was a selection of artificially processed and restructured plankto-algae, but Keyon had brought his own food from home. He’d managed to get his hand on a real chicken about two weeks ago and was still able to get a few slices. He bit into his bland sandwich and enjoyed his meal at a table in peace. Other researchers knew not to sit with the head researcher during lunch.

As Keyon was getting up from his meal his datatablet as well as the security systems in the building began to blare, indicating a containment breach. Keyon pulled the breach up on his tablet and discovered it was in the room of none other than Subject 135.

Keyon moved swiftly through the halls as the lower wall lighting flashed red in Section 5. Overhead, the alarm system continued to announce “Breach in Section 5, Containment Room 7. Lockdown protocols in place”.

In the hall was the crumpled pneumatic metal door to room 7. Keyon examined that the door had sustained multiple strikes from a blunt object until it has been broken from its track. This feat was not possible for normal human strength. Keyon peered around into the room and saw that all the furniture had been upended and the walls scratched and clawed.

Keyon immediately activated several security drones in Section 5. The hovering drones would easily pursue and latch themselves on to any escapee before wrapping them in a restraining carbon nanofiber.  While detecting the tracking signal of Subject 135, Keyon realized the blinking red light was coming from inside room 7. He crossed the threshold and moved to the restroom to discover the bloody tracking device in the sink.

“SPORK report: Escaped Subject 135 potentially dangerous, human security proceed with caution.”

“Please confirm: Subject 135 is a danger to itself or others, use of force is authorized?” the datatablet spoke in a calming robotic voice.

“Confirmed,” Keyon responded and placed his finger on the device’s fingerprint reader.

Keyon retraced his steps out of the room, with the new knowledge that the subject could be bleeding he scanned the hall outside and discovered several drops on the pristine white floor.  He waited for two security guards that came running and they set off down the corridor pursuing the blood trail.

Keyon had not felt worried or afraid in a long time, but the unfamiliar and uncomfortable feeling was like a void in his stomach.  The situation also brought with it an adrenaline-fueled euphoria that was focusing and enhancing Keyon’s reflexes. In many ways, it felt good, which seemed wrong. This new self-discovery only added to Keyon’s anxieties.

As they turned a corner, they finally discovered their target. Subject 135 was totally naked while thrashing around in the hall, his arms already restrained against his side by carbon nanofibers. The drones had done their work impeccably and it would be simple for human security to take over.

“Move him to Isolation Room 1,” Keyon informed the guards. Keyon fumbled with his datatablet as he watched Subject 135. Maybe it was still the adrenaline, but Subject 135 stirred more new feelings inside of him. Watching the very muscular form as it strained against the carbon nanofibers, the body glistening with sweat from the effort. The subject’s flaccid penis had a pleasing shape and Keyon wondered how large it was while erect.

Shaking his head to clear the distractions, Keyon deactivated the security system.

“SPORK report: Section 5 security breach resolved. Subject 135 has been detained and will be remanded to Isolation Room 1.”

The low red emergency lights immediately switched back to their soft white and the blaring alarm stopped sounding overhead. Keyon breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still shaking with excitement.

Josh was pissed. His stupid boss was such an asshole. He was so sick of his stupid fucking job. At least it was Friday and he had the weekend to relax and chill out. It had rained earlier, and the road was wet with puddles. He drove up to the intersection and his front tyre smashed into a puddle in a pothole splashing water everywhere. Oh fuck! There was a huge motorcycle cop on his bike right next to him and he had just splashed water all over his tall shiny boots.

The cop’s head twisted round and he shouted at him. “You fucking idiot! Pull over past the intersection” he shouted.

Josh couldn’t see the cop’s face since he was wearing his helmet and sunglasses, but the man looked huge and incredibly muscled. He was terrified of what the cop was going to do to him but fuck he was hot. His uniform looked like it was painted on to his bulging muscles. When the lights changed Josh pulled over where the cop indicated.

The cop parked his bike behind his car and started taking off his helmet. Josh was staring at him in his rear-view mirror and started shaking with fear. He suddenly realised who the cop was. That was Chad Johnson, sheriff Johnson’s spoiled brat of a son, ex high school quarterback and town darling. And the bane of Josh’s existence in high school. Chad and his two pet morons of friends had made every single day of high school a living hell for him. Of course he had become a fucking cop. His dad was the sheriff and what better job for a sadistic bully.

Chad strutted over to Josh looking as full of himself as ever. When he got to the driver’s side window and looked down at Josh a cruel smirk appeared on his face.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Josh Baxter. Get out of the car fag. Hands on the roof and spread your legs”.

Josh did as he was told knowing this wasn’t going to end well for him. Josh would probably give him a ticket for some made up bullshit just to show his power. Fuck he really couldn’t afford a ticket right now.

Chad got right into Josh’s face pressing him into the car. Josh could feel the hot young cop’s rock-hard body.  Wait, is that a hard on pressing into his ass?

Chad pressed his mouth to Josh’s ear and said, “You fucking got mud on my boots faggot”.

“I’m sorry Chad. It was an accident”.

“What the fuck did you call me faggot? I’m an officer of the law show me the fucking respect I deserve” Chad said.

You don’t deserve respect you asshole Josh thought but answered “Sorry officer Sir. I didn’t mean any disrespect. It was an accident officer Sir. I didn’t mean to get your boots dirty Sir.”

“You’d better make this right fag. Boots make the man and I am one hot fucking alpha man so my boots need to look as good as me. Isn’t that right bitch?”

“Yes Sir, of course you are right” Josh replied. “But what can I do Sir. Your boots are dirty now. I already apologised”.

“Well fag. You can take off your pretty little jacket, get on your faggot knees and wipe my boots clean. That’s what you can do.” Chad’s grin got wider as he said that. Not much had changed since high school then, he was still a fucking bully. Josh can’t remember how many times Chad and his asshole buddies had made him kiss and lick their football cleats or work boots.

“But Sir we’re on the side of the road” Josh said.

“Yes we are queer. That’s the only reason I am not making you lick my fucking boots clean. Now get to it before I get angry and take you downtown.”.

Josh knew the only way out of this was to just do what Chad told him. That’s how he had got through high school. He groaned and took off his new suit jacket which would soon be ruined and prostrated himself before his tall muscular 19-year-old ex-classmate.

“That’s it faggot get them nice and clean. Show the nice folks driving past how much you respect an officer of the law”. Chad said with a laugh in his voice.

Josh bent down and rubbed his jacket all over the boots getting most of the mud off and bringing back something of their former shine. Holy shit Chad’s legs and calves had got even bigger since leaving school Josh thought, his cock starting to get hard. He could feel the powerful legs flexing under the boot leather as he polished them with his jacket. After a few minutes he sat up and looked up at his gorgeous tormentor and asked if that was enough.

“For now” Chad said. “Be at my house at 6 tonight. You can finish the job properly then.”

“But Chad I’ve got plans. I’m not your slave anymore”. Josh whined.

“Call me Sir queer. Don’t make me say it again. If you don’t want to spend the weekend in jail you had better change your fucking plans. And we’ll see about you being my slave too bitch”.

Chad’s face was getting red with anger. Josh had seen that look too many times and knew he had better just give in. How bad could it be?  Chad would probably just make him polish his fucking boots. Truth be told Josh thought those massive boots were pretty hot and getting a chance to spend some quality time touching them, smelling them, worshipping them… Fuck he was rock hard now. Hopefully Chad wouldn’t notice.

“OK Sir. I will be there” Josh said.

Chad put his sunglasses back on and started strutting to his bike. “Nice boner fag” he shouted as Josh was getting back in his car. Fuck he thought, what have I got myself into?

Josh got to Chad’s house just before 6PM and was about to knock on the door when he heard laughter and cheering. Oh for fucks sake he thought. Has he got his fucking idiot buddies here too? Knowing there was no way out of this he knocked on the door.

“Doors unlocked fag” Chad shouted. Josh opened the door and stepped in. “Come in the living room queer. We’ve been waiting for you. Crawl in on all fours like the dog you are” Chad and his two buddies burst into laughter at that.

Josh took off his coat and got on all fours and crawled into the living room. The sight that greeted him gave him an instant rock-hard erection. Sitting in the living room were Chad, Brock and Jack. They had clearly continued working out since leaving high school just over a year ago. Josh didn’t think it was possible, but their muscles were so much bigger than he remembered. All three were dressed in skintight motorcycle cop uniforms leaving nothing to the imagination. Their broad chests and massive biceps stretching the fabric of their uniforms to near breaking point. All three were sitting with legs spread out wide in front of them showing off their obscene bulges. All three he remembered from school had massive packages and they were definitely not afraid to show them off. Stretched out in front of them on their huge feet (all three size 13 if he remembered right) were huge tall knee high Dehner police patrol boots. You could see the remains of a shine on them but they had taken a battering during the day and had stains and dirt on them.

“Take your jaw off the floor queer. You’re drooling. We know we’re studs. We’re not here to be your eye candy, you’re here to serve us. Crawl over to my feet queer” Chad said.

Josh did as he was told and crawled over to Chad. “I can’t believe this fucking queer just came here. He is such a pussy. He can’t even stand up for himself. What a pathetic faggot”. Brock said laughing.

“Strip” Chad said.

“What Sir? You want me to get naked?” Josh replied sure he misheard.

“Did I stutter queer? If you are not butt-naked in 1 minute I am going to beat the shit out of you” Chad said.

Josh panicked and ripped his clothes off as fast as he could which the three alpha cops found hilarious.

“Now kiss each of my boots and apologise to them for showing them disrespect earlier today”. Chad said the familiar cruel smirk returning to his face.

Josh bent his head down to Chad’s huge right boot toe and planted a firm kiss on it. “Sorry Chad’s boot. I am truly sorry for disrespecting you earlier today”. Josh could feel his cock getting painfully hard and throbbing at the extreme humiliation and submission to the stronger man. He moved over to the left boot and repeated the firm kiss letting out a little moan of pleasure before repeating his apology to the left boot. As he sat up the bullies noticed his throbbing pulsating cock.

“The fucking queer has a hard on” Jack exclaimed, pure glee in his voice. “He’s fucking getting off on this”.

Josh’s face went blood red with shame at his humiliation. He did enjoy kinky sex and was turned on by hot muscular confident, cocky men in uniforms, leather, sports gear and so on but these guys were just grade A assholes.

Chad tapped Josh’s throbbing erection with the toe of his boot bouncing it on the boot causing Josh to nearly explode in an uncontrollable orgasm. He used all his willpower not to cum. That smooth boot leather felt so good on his cock and the sheer dominance of the three alpha cops was making him high with lust.

“You’re disrespecting my boot again queer” Chad said. “Now you are getting your filthy precum all over it”.

“I’m sorry Sir. I can’t help it Sir” Josh whined, groaning with pleasure at the big booted foot continuing to gently kick his erection.

“We are going to have to teach you some respect for law boots faggot” Chad said. “I want you to get on all fours and stick out your butt. Brock and Jack are going to discipline you while you clean my boots the way a fag should”.

Josh knew what that meant. He was expected to lick every inch of boot leather with his tongue. Pressing down hard and making sure to get the boots nice and wet with saliva. He had been forced to lick their dirty football cleats clean enough in high school to know how much they enjoyed this. But this was on a whole other level. Their football cleats had just covered their big sweaty smelly feet. These boots went all the way up to their knees, encasing their thick powerful calves.

As Josh got into position on all fours as he was instructed and lowered his head to the big boots in front of him Brock and Jake got up and started taking off their wide heavy leather duty belts. Josh froze staring at them as they got big shit eating grins on their faces. Brock took his intimidating belt in his huge paws and snapped it. “Discipline time faggot” he said.

“My buddies here are going to belt your ass fag” Chad said. “It only stops when my boots are sparkling. So you had better do a thorough job. When you are done you can thank them for their hard work teaching you respect for law boots by licking their boots clean too”.

Josh lowered his head and started licking the toe of Chad’s right boot. He could feel the stud’s toes flexing under the leather as he pressed his tongue to the boot in firm long licks. He could taste boot polish and dirt. Just as he was enjoying the sensation and sheer ecstasy of submission to the alpha his ass exploded in pain. Brock had brutally smashed his belt into Josh’s ass full force. Josh jerked up screaming in pain.

“Get back to licking his boots you queer bitch” Jack barked forcing him back down using his own big patrol boot. He could feel the big size 14 boot sole pressing down on his back smashing his face into the boot in front of him. He resumed his tongue cleaning as Jack smacked his own belt down on to his ass. Luckily the two belt wielding bullies toned down the impact of their lashes enough to allow Josh to worship Chad’s patrol boots without constantly jerking up in pain. He could feel bruises starting to form and knew he would have trouble sitting down for at least a week.

Gradually Josh’s endorphins kicked in and he lost himself in a submissive high slobbering all over Chad’s boots. He was so incredibly turned on by the sheer dominance and sadism of these young cops and the feeling of complete submission and humiliation by being naked worshipping boots. He methodically licked every inch of Chad’s boots. Admiring the firm muscle he could feel flexing underneath the boot leather.

Eventually Chad told his two minions to stop belting his ass. “He’s done a good job on my boots guys. Look at that shine. Have you learned your lesson fag?”

Josh replied “Yes Sir. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of cleaning your powerful law boots with my inferior faggot tongue Sir”.

“Any time queer. Any time. And what do you say to Jack and Brock?” Chad asked.

Josh turned to the two muscular alpha cop studs who had resumed their seats and crawled over to them. He started with Brock and planted a deep long kiss onto the toe each of his huge boots. He sat up looked the smirking young alpha in his eyes and said “Thank you Sir for giving me the punishment I richly deserved. I deserved every lash of your law belt and I am truly grateful for the lesson Sir. Thank you for using your powerful muscles to hit me so hard Sir”. Brock laughed his head off and kicked Josh over to Jack where he repeated the boot kisses and gratitude.

Chad ordered a pizza and while they waited Josh was told to lick Brock and Jack’s boots clean. They let him just absolutely pig out on their massive sexy as fuck patrol boots. He just let all his inhibitions go and grovelled over their boots. He kissed them, licked them, worshipped them. He moaned in pleasure at the flavour of their boot leather while he humped his hard cock on the floor. The guys just chatted away ignoring Josh debasing himself on their boots which just turned him on more.

When the pizza arrived the alphas each took a slice leaving one slice in the box. Chad asked “You hungry Josh?”. It was the first time the whole night Chad hadn’t referred to him as fag, bitch, queer or some other abusive term, it was weird. Josh nodded and his stomach growled making everyone laugh.

Chad smiled, put the box on the floor and just as Josh starting crawling toward the box Chad lifted his patrol boot and stomped it down onto the pizza slice, twisting his foot and mashing the pizza. He sat back down lifted his boot and said “enjoy fag”.

Josh couldn’t believe how much this abuse was turning him on. He licked the pizza off Chad’s boot sole while moaning in pleasure. He used his teeth and fingers to get the mush out of his boot lugs and eventually the whole sole was spotless. Despite their abusive language and aggression this whole scene was feeling much more like playful hazing and male bonding than actual bullying and abuse. The whole time all three cops had been massaging their obvious rock-hard erections. This was definitely sexual not straight men fag-bashing.

Josh needed to piss and asked Chad if he could go to the bathroom. “Down the hall Josh” he said again dropping the abusive language. When Josh had relieved himself he noticed the door to Chad’s room and couldn’t resist have a look. He found Chad’s laundry basket which was giving off some serious stink. It was intoxicating. He picked up some truly rank socks and shoved them in his face moaning and started jerking his cock.

Before he could cum he heard a man clearing his throat. He turned round and saw Chad and dropped the socks in horror at being caught like this. “You are so fucking sexy Josh. I can’t resist you”.

“What? What did you say? Er I mean Sir” Josh said not understanding what was happening. Did the man who has been tormenting him since he was younger just say he was sexy?

“Josh I’ve been into you since the moment I met you. Why do you think I’ve been bullying you all these years? I am not going to pretend any more. I am gay and I want you Josh”. The big sexy jock cop stepped up to Josh got down on one knee and looked him in the eye with an intense serious look like Josh had never seen on his face before. “Josh Baxter, will you please consider being my boyfriend?”

Josh couldn’t process this. This was crazy. This man had bullied him for years. Made him kiss and lick his cleats and boots, had spanked him, tied him up, taped his shoes to his face, shoved his socks in his mouth, wedgied him. And now he wanted to be his boyfriend. On the other hand, if Josh was honest it wasn’t like he totally hated the bullying. In fact he had pretty much always popped a boner whenever the guys even approached him. And holy shit but Chad was literally the hottest stud in town, fuck the county.

“What about your buddies? What will they say? And what about your dad?” Josh said.

Chad laughed loudly. “Brock and Jack? Shit Josh, those two have been fucking each other since they discovered their dicks. They are the kinkiest fuckers I have ever met. You won’t believe the shit they do to each other. You think we bullied you? Those two do 10 times worse to each other.” Then Chad looked serious. “My dad on the other hand. That is a problem. But he is just going to have to accept it. He has gay buddies so I think he will get over it. So long as he knows I’m the man in the relationship and we both know I’m going to be the Alpha man in this relationship, don’t we my queer bitch boy?”.

“Yes Sir” Josh said. “I wouldn’t want it any other way”.

Chad went over to his dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a dog collar. “Kneel” he said. Josh kneeled in front of his new boyfriend and Chad fastened the collar around his neck making him shudder in pleasure. Chad lifted Josh to his feet and gave him the most passionate kiss of his life, almost fucking him with his tongue.

Chad dragged Josh back into the living room by his new collar. Brock and Jack looked up surprised. Chad said “Guys, Josh is now my boyfriend”.

“You want this prissy little fag to be your boyfriend” Brock said.

Chad practically growled at Brock. “He may be submissive but he is mine and you are going to treat him with respect if you don’t want your head bashed in”.

“OK. OK. I’m sorry” Brock said.

“I’m confused” Josh said. “Didn’t you say they were gay”.

“We are gay bitch” Brock said. “But we are equal. We fight for dominance and winner gets to fuck the loser. And more. Neither one of us could ever be such a submissive bitch like you. Just submitting without a fight. It’s pathetic”.

“Watch it!” Chad growled.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. No offense intended queer. Whatever gets your rocks off” Brock said.

Chad said “Why don’t we go back your place guys. You two can put on a show for Josh here and blow his mind”.

Brock and Josh broke into huge grins and jumped up. They all headed back to Brock and Jack’s house next door. When they got there Jack led them down to the basement. What Josh saw there was like a porn set. It was a fully kitted out proper dungeon. Sound proofing on the walls, a fucking bench, saint Andrews cross, a hoist hanging down from the ceiling, a big dog cage in the corner and on the wall hung a massive selection of whips, paddles, straps, canes, restraints of all kinds. This was terrifying Josh but also making him really really hard.

Chad grabbed josh into another kiss and said “don’t worry Josh. Brock and Jack are going to put on a show for you. You are going to love it. It is going to blow your mind”. Chad and Josh went to sit on a big leather couch on one side of the room while Brock and Jack took off their shirts revealing their smooth muscular chests. They started limbering up like they were getting ready for a fight.

Brock and Jack squared off against each other on a wrestling mat in the middle of the dungeon. They were still wearing their sexy tight breaches and tongue polished patrol boots. They looked like gods. Then they started wrestling. They were grunting, grabbing each others balls, biting, this was serious. They each managed to briefly dominate the other but the other one always managed to escape and get the upper hand again. After 20 minutes they were starting to get exhausted, both absolutely drenched in sweat making them glisten in the light. Jack finally got on top of Brock and despite Brock’s best efforts he couldn’t get out from under him.

“All right I give” Brock said.

“What do you have to say?” Jack said a familiar cruel smirk on his face clearly enjoying his victory.

“Master Jack. Please will you make me your faggot bitch for the night. I promise I will submit to you completely Master”.

Jack stood up and as Brock made to push himself up Jack stomped him back down with his patrol boot. He put his other boot in front of Brock’s face and Brock obediently lapped at the boot with his tongue. It was so sexy. The raw masculinity, the domination, the submission. So fucking hot.

Jack dragged Brock to his feet and put a collar on him. He then cuffed his hands and secured them to the hoist hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. He lifted the hoist until Brock was dangling his boot toe just barely touching the floor. His beautiful muscled chest and arms straining.

Jack went to wall and picked up an honest to god bullwhip. He cracked it menacingly several times.

“Don’t worry” Chad whispered into Josh’s ear. “Both of them are pain pigs. And sadists”

Jack noticed the exchange and went up to Brock and opened his zipper pulling out Brock’s massive erection. He then pulled out his own rock-hard cock which was throbbing and stepped back. He lifted his arm and lashed the bullwhip with full strength across Brock’s broad back. Brock screamed but his erection jumped. This went on for 20 lashes. Jack added the cruellest nipple clamps Josh had ever seen to Brocks tits and added weights. Brock’s cock got even harder. “Fucking whip me proper you pussy” he said to Jack.

Jack just smiled sadistically and pulled Brock’s pants down to his boot tops exposing his spectacular muscular ass. He traded the bullwhip for a terrifying looking prison strap. He laid into Brocks ass over and over again eliciting blood curdling screams and black and blue bruises all over that amazing ass. Just as it was looking like Brock might pass out Jack picked up a single tail whip and started to whip Brock’s erection causing even more screams but Brocks cock was also throbbing harder and harder. Jack was frantically jerking himself while whipping his partners cock and they both came at the same time. Brock literally had the cum whipped out of his rock-hard cock and shot spurt after spurt after spurt of thick cop cum. It was the most intense cum shot Josh had ever seen. He was about to burst himself just witnessing these alpha studs engaging in and clearly loving such extreme pain play. Jack pulled Brock down and they both lay down hugging and kissing each other

Chad turned to Josh and said “I need to fuck you. Now”.

“Fuck yes please” Josh said his own need for sex desperate. “But…”

“Yes. Tell me what you want babe” Chad re-assured him.

“Could. Could you tie me to the fuck bench and paddle me with that frat paddle over there first?” Josh blurted out his face going red with shame and embarrassment.

“Hell yes I can babe! Fuck you are amazing. I fucking love you”. Chad said.

Wait did Chad just say he loved me Josh thought. Chad picked him up by his collar and dragged him to the spank/fuck bench. He shoved him onto it and applied the restraints. Tight. Josh couldn’t move a muscle once he was tied down.

“Wait. Sir.” Josh said just as Chad was going to get the scary looking frat paddle with big holes down the middle.

“Yes. Are you backing out?”. Chad said looking disappointed but coming back.

“No Sir. But could you gag me with your socks please? And please make the paddle licks really hard Sir. Don’t hold back. Can you give me 20 licks please Sir? Very hard ones.”

Chad broke into the biggest grin Josh had ever seen on him. “Are you sure boy? Brock and Jack have already done a number on your ass with their belts. Are you sure you want the paddle licks that hard? If you ask me not to hold back I won’t”.

“Yes Sir. I am sure” Josh said riding high on intense arousal.

“OK no problem babe” Chad said and went back to the couch where he pulled off his patrol boots and removed his socks. He sniffed them and nearly wretched at the stench. They were soaked in sweat and he ran out of socks days ago having not done his laundry. Josh was going to love this he thought. He put his patrol boots back on his bare feet, took off his shirt showing off his powerful chest and arms and strutted over to his new boyfriend restrained over the bench. He balled up one sock and shoved it into the willing mouth. Josh’s eyes bulged at the intense flavour of his alpha’s socks. Chad tied the other sock around Josh’s head securing the other one and making sure to lay the toe part of the sock right under Josh’s nose.

Finally Chad sauntered over to the wall and picked up the big paddle slapping it in his palm as he strutted back. He released his rampant erection from his pants wound up his arm as high as he could and SMASHED the paddle into his boyfriends already bruised ass. Josh screamed into the sock, the hyperventilation making his nose suck in even more of the stench of his alpha’s sock. Chad slammed the paddle in over and over again waiting for the pain to have maximum effect between each lick. Josh’s cock remained hard and pulsing the entire time betraying his own masochism which made Brock and Jack have a whole new admiration for Josh. They were never going to look at him the same way ever again.

After the 20th brutal paddle lick Chad stepped up to Josh’s ass and brutally penetrated him with his big pulsing cock. It didn’t take more than 10 hard thrusts before he shot load after load into his boyfriends battered ass. He slumped over Josh’s limp body and whispered into his ear “I love you. I love you so much Josh. You are perfect”.

Eventually Josh was untied and they all had a beer while they recovered. Chad looked over to Josh and asked him “How do you want to cum Josh? Tell me your sick fantasies”.

Josh hesitated and blushed making Chad grin obscenely. Josh’s dick which had gone limp started hardening quickly. This should be good Chad thought.

“Well. Could you. Could you.” He hesitated a second. “Could you stomp my dick and balls with your patrol boots until I cum? And maybe Brock could crush my skull with his and Jake could shove his boot in my mouth”. Josh’s face was red as a tomato confessing his desire to be mashed under the cop’s big sexy patrol boots until he came.

Chad grinned. “Fuck yes we can do that right boys” he said looking at his buds who nodded enthusiastically. They had always wanted to stomp suspects under their boots.

Josh lay on his back on the wrestling mat. His arms and legs were stretched painfully tied by ropes to hooks in the wall. He looked up at the three tall hot muscular 19 year old motorcycle cops bare chested in their tight breaches cocks out and being fisted by their big gloved hands and of course all three in their shiny big knee high dehner patrol boots. Boots which were about to destroy Josh.

Brock strutted over to Josh’s head and stomped his big boot down onto Josh’s skull putting it on its side and crushing down with his weight. Josh felt like his skull was going to pop. The boot sole digging into his ear.

Jack followed and growled “Open your fucking mouth faggot” and shoved the toe of his boot into Josh’s mouth. He pushed it in so deep it was nearly breaking Josh’s jaw. It was awesome. Josh lapped his tongue over the dirty boot sole in his mouth moaning in pain/pleasure.

Finally Chad stepped between Josh’s stretched legs. He lifted his gorgeous patrol boot. The same boot Josh had lavished worship and tongue cleaned every inch of. The same boot he had eaten his dinner off. The beautiful masculine powerful boot was lifted high and Chad stomped it down onto Josh’s pulsing throbbing cock. Josh’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Chad ground the helpless cock under the sole of his boot. He twisted his boot like he was putting out a cigarette. He lifted his boot and stomped down again. He trampled putting all his weight on the boot crushing the cock. He stomped his boot heel down on Josh’s balls making him nearly throw up and then stepped his foot forward onto the still pulsating cock. Finally he rubbed his boot sole roughly back and forth over his boyfriends cock and Josh’s cock exploded. It pulsed cum over and over again, shooting all the way across the room, it got everywhere. The boot sole on his cock had cum on it, the boot crushing his skull got splattered in cum too, and the shaft of the boot in his mouth got hit too.

The alphas stepped off their willing victim and released his restraints helping him up. Now having shot his load Josh finally felt pain all over his body. It wasn’t unbearable but it was intense and he limped to the couch. He slowly sat down and as his ass touched the leather he shot back up making the alpha’s burst out laughing.

“Yeah you might not be sitting down for a while” Chad said. “Don’t blame me. You’re the one who said don’t hold back with the paddle. Why don’t you lie on the floor on your belly. You got our boots dirty again and you know how we feel about disrespecting law boots. You’re going to have to clean them up”

Jack and Chad sat down in front of Josh’s face. Brock whose own ass was bruised to all hell stayed standing. Josh wriggled up to the boots and started licking up his cum bringing the shine back to the young cops boots. He was in heaven. His only regret was that Chad hadn’t made him his boyfriend years ago.

I am Orion. My friends call me Ori. I am a strong black gay man and I embrace my body for its stereotypical nature. I am tall, broad shouldered, muscular, luscious lips, glistening melanated skin, and a, larger than most, member. I love being given attention by all the guy but most are not my type. I love guys with a bit of heft to them. That is why I have a boyfriend that many have told me “Doesn’t deserve me” but all that shows is how bad a person they are.

Benny is short, only 30 pounds less than my 250 and all fat. He carries it well like the rest of his very accepting and loving family. A great round ass that is tight as any twinks, lips that rival mine, blonde hair and smooth body. His family’s grey blue eyes look great when he sucks my cock after the gym.

His family is sweet and loving as I said. Having had kids earlier in life, his parents are not even 50 yet. Which brings me to the point of this story. We had met and visited his grandfather a few times in the over a year we have been together. He owns a home with a nice cabin feel and it is a great getaway for some out-of-town fun. So, when we went this weekend just the two of us to go hang out for Memorial Day it was just supposed to be a normal chill time.

A couple days into our visit and a couple nights of fucking my boyfriend’s fat ass like the slut he is, grandpa changed. Thinking back, it was the first time my boy’s parents were not with us. It was just grandpa and us. We came out of the room to get some breakfast and were greeted to the sight of grandpa in a speedo.

“Grandpa why do you have a speedo on?!” Benny asked in mild surprise. I looked on in appreciation. His grandpa was still handsome at 65 and he was built like my boy but with a bit of extra muscle it seemed, since he did all his own yard and house work.

“I thought I would use the pool. It’s a nice day.” He replied while making coffee.

“But a speedo?” Benny trailed off…

“Its all cool, Pops. You wear it well. Besides, baby, I am sure he wears less when we aren’t here.” I winked boldly at Pops and he chuckled back.

“Exactly, boy. I figured you wouldn’t be as uptight as your parents can be sometimes. Join me when you want. It will be too hot out after noon.” He turned to walk out to the pool, which showed off a surprisingly bubble butt.

“I think I will in a bit, Pops.” I said after him. “Babe you should join, your grandpa is cool.” I hugged him before coaxing him to come change with me.

I dug out our own bathing suits and picked my own speedo while Benny used his very short trunks. We joined his grandpa by the pool for this pleasant Sunday morning. Once out there in my orange speedo which always compliments my dark skin tone his grandpa made a comment that it looked good on me.

“Black looks good on you too Pops.” I said back while flashing my winning smile. “sun block babe?”

“Yeah I need help with that please.” Benny cooed. He sat his fat ass between my tree trunk thighs and I started to oil him up. Being as fat as he is he has a hard time getting his back and legs even more than normal people. Plus he loves letting me cup his tits.

Benny moaned a bit and sighed at my handy work. Its something he can’t really help but I was putting on a show for his grandpa since I started to feel a certain energy emanating out of him. I swapped with Benny so he could do me. Not that my black ass needed it but because I know he loves any excuse to touch my muscular frame. I positioned myself to look at Pops and he appreciated it by the little fat bulge I was eyeing.

Grandpa looked back at me, both of us making what I felt was very clear energy exchange. I began to fill out my speedo more. With my wide, tall back blocking his grandson from view, I ludely groped myself at him and he winked at me. With my own sun block massage finished, Benny got up and we both got up to go to the water, but Pops stopped me.

“Could you do me next.” Pops said handing me the bottle. “I can’t reach my back and I want to join you in the water.”

“Sure Pops. Get in babe and tell us how it feels.” I motioned my boy to the water while taking my place behind his fat old man. Now that Benny was out of whisper range I was gonna turn up the heat but Pops beat me to it.

“Nice show you put on for me. I can’t blame Benny though. Runs in the family.” He said as soon as I sat behind him.

“Is that so? He does enjoy my touch.” I whispered to him as I felt him shudder under my fingers.

“He always yowl like that when you put that thick can in him?” He cuckled, placing a hand on my thigh.

“You tell me Pops. Does enjoying black cock run in the family?”

“You wouldn’t be my first this month. I’ll tell you that.” His hand teased the edge of my speedo.

“The water is a little cold but it feels good!” Benny call behind him to us.

“Awesome babe! Lets do it Pops.” I emphasized the last bit by making sure my half hard cock rubbed on the old man’s fat as I got up.

The morning went normal from then on with a couple sneaky touches, some comments, and school yard flirting. Benny had no idea and just went along with it like his happy-go-lucky self. We had lunch and began to chill. Benny quickly began to succumb to the food I stuffed into him to get him fatter.

Soon he signaled he would go take a nap and unlike normal I refused to join. I knew in the next 10 min he would be asleep. I wasted no time at all and sat next to his grandpa as soon as the door closed down the hall. He took the signal like the seasoned pro he is. Moments after I sat next to him he had my cock out of my speedo.

“He usually naps for 2 hours. Go ahead Pops. Suck my black cock.” He adjusted himself to get a better position but he did as I asked and began sucking.

“How deep does my grandson sleep. I’m afraid, I am just as loud with a thick black cock up my fat ass as he is.”

“He will be dead asleep in a few. Then you can show me what experience you got in this hole.” I licked my middle finger and shoved it into him under his speedo.

He may be old and fat, but his body was very solid compared to his grandson. I have fucked a couple of my boy’s muscle bear friends and Pops feels more like them. He sucks just as good as my boy too. If I didn’t wanna get into his ass I would have let him suck my cock all day.

“You are definitely experienced, Pops. How long you been taking black cock?”

“All my life. My wife and I both enjoyed it. I am glad my grandson has good taste in men.” He said before hungrily continuing to deep throat me.

“I am glad to hear it. I wont have to go easy on you just cause you are old and fat.”

“haha. You will find I am an active lover. Come on boy. I don’t care if he is asleep or not. I have needs.” He got up dropped his speedo before getting on all fours on the floor.

“Mmmm I love that. Bold Pops. You must be ready… or not. Just try not to wake your grandson. I don’t wanna get interrupted.” I got behind him in a flash and forced into his tight ass with a grunt.

“Ugh! Fuck I love that feeling. Come on boy. Fuck my old white ass with that big black cock.”

Fuck we did too. The room slowly filled with the light taps of muscled hips meeting fat ass, grunts, groans, and cursing as my black cock dug deep in my new lover. He did not disappoint me. Just because a hole is three times my age doesn’t mean it aint good.

Times like these, I thank God for my boyfriend’s heavy sleeping. Loving black dick and moaning runs in the family, for sure, because his grandpa was just as loud as my boy when my cock fucked him deep, or when my hands played with his fat tits. An old whore is still a whore.

“Flip over Pops. I wanna see your hard little white cock and tits bounce as I fuck the shit out of you.” I pulled out and let him get on his back on the couch. Then I entered him again, this time slower to savor the feeling.

“ugh! Yes. I need you to come over more, boy. I think I will hire you to do some yard work monthly. Over night kind of work.” He sounded hopeful, which made me smile down at him.

“Sure thing Pops. I’ll enjoy having a bit of a longer time seeing how much you can really take of my handwork.” I chuckled. “I could use the extra money for school anyway.” Leaning down I kissed him.

If Benny had seen us, it would have been a sight. My big muscular back rippling and cut bent over his granpa’s bulbus belly. Legs half wrapped around me. Locked together in a gratuitous make-out session as my thick long black cock is imbedded into him. If he had at that moment though I would have kept fucking.

Once the kissing was done I was in full gear again. Slap. Slap. Slap. Any weight lifter loves to see the weights move. I love this position. Slap. Slap. Slap. I can water tits bounce, belly ripple from my force, and little white cock jump from my stimulation. I needed to cum. I needed to fill my boyfriend’s fat ass grandpa with my seed.

“Ready Pops. Here it comes.” I lifted his legs and slammed a few more times.

“Oh! Ooohh! Fuck me boy. Fill my white ass with your black load!” That was all I needed to push me over the edge.

My dick stayed buried in him as it throbbed, depositing my seed as far as I could. Both of us moaning from the process. I kneaded his tits while he furiously rubbed his fat white cock until I felt his ass convulse from orgasm. It felt like we stayed there while I slipped out of him for a long time. I loved doing this stuff so much that when this kind of sex presents it self I cannot say no. We were both high from it but soon we collected ourselves and left to separate showers.

Replaying the events in my mind under the warm water, I knew I would be coming back and that while he would definitely be paying for it, I would throw some free dick his way every other time. Now to go cuddle with his grandson and my boyfriend until dinner.

Bonding Time 

Part 1: Caught Dad in the Family Room

Thursday, January 12th

I awoke naked, sweating, and panicked from a night terror. 

The loud screams from the family room caused my bad dream, but why was someone screaming at 2AM? I listened closer to decipher the noise. It wasn’t screaming, I heard; it was moaning. Even though my mom left us months ago, my dad wasn’t the type to have some woman over in the middle of the night. Likewise, I would be astounded if he was fucking her in the living room on a school night. Listening more carefully, I realized the moaning wasn’t real. It was porn, the exaggerated screeching women made while getting fucked on camera. I always wondered, did women moan like that in real life or if it’s just a fantasy for straight men to get their rocks off?

I tried to fall asleep, but the house’s temperature was unbearable. So I laid there, naked, sweating, and uncovered, forced to listen to the moaning woman. We lived in South Carolina, so it didn’t get cold here often, but when it did, my dad cranked the heat to a hellish degree. I wanted to jump up and turn down the thermostat, but two things held me back, my dad catching me and my raging boner. The thought of walking out and my dad seeing a boner in my underwear would be mortifying. 

Last year, we had to take sex ed in school, which taught us all about the occasional erections we would have, but I must have more hormones than the typical 18-year-old boy because mine were constant and throbbed aggressively. The musky locker room odor from my sweat-soaked sheets made it even worse. Playing on my high school’s soccer team—GO KNIGHTS!—I learned that nothing turned me on more than the scents of a boy’s locker room. My teammates on display helped, even if I tried to not stare, but it was the smells of the sweaty bodies that filled my lustful thoughts. 

FUCK! I thought.

I needed to think about something else, so my cock stopped throbbing. But the piercing sound of the porn in the background wasn’t helping. It wasn’t the constant screeching of the woman that bothered me, but the deep grunts of the man as he fucked her and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies together. 

“Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhhhhhh FUCK Uhhhhh.” 

I closed my eyes and forced my thoughts elsewhere, focusing not on the sex but on the test I had tomorrow—which worked like a charm. My boner softened immediately. I peeled myself from my sweat-soaked sheets, found a pair of underwear, and slid them on.They glided over my perky bottom with no problem but caught on my sweaty balls and the remains of my morning wood. I flopped my semi-hard cock and balls in their pouch and checked to ensure I wasn’t too stiff to leave my room.

I squeezed my pouch, checking the size of my bulge, it still felt inflated, but I wasn’t pitching a tent, so I was safe…ish. I grabbed a pair of old socks from soccer practice on the floor and slipped them over my size 11 feet. Growing up in a house with hardwood floors, I learned it was much easier to sneak around with socks covering my big feet.

I quietly went to the door, gently twisted the doorknob, and slowly opened my bedroom door. I peeked out the crack, and the sound of porn increased to near-deafening levels. My father didn’t have the best hearing. We just celebrated his 44th birthday a few weeks ago, and he refused to acknowledge his hearing—well, lack of hearing—so his solution was to turn the TV up to deafening levels. Sticking my head out into the hallway, my father was nowhere to be seen. 

I tip-toed out of my room into the hallway, found the thermostat, and just like I suspected, it was at 74 degrees. 

Why would anyone pay for their house to be above 70 degrees, I thought. 

Since I’m immature—and petty—I grinned as I set it to 69 out of spite. The heat kicked off, and the cool sweet sensation of cold air poured from the hallway vent down my sweaty back and over my tight briefs. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood there momentarily, basking in the AC and listening to the intense screams of pleasure from the TV. 

He must be hung like a horse to make her scream like that. I shook my head.

My curiosity got the best of me, and with light feet, I crept toward the family room. I did my best to stealthily avoid the creaks in the floorboards and peek around the corner. The lights were off, but the living room was made bright from the glow of the television and filled with the sounds of a skinny, big-breasted blonde chick getting plowed from behind by one guy and gagging on another. The muscular, hairy guy throat fucking the woman on TV held my attention, and my boner returned as I wished he was shoving that massive nine-inch cock in my mouth.

I stood in the hallway, salivating as I watched. My cock hardened, filling any available space left in my briefs, and my hand drifted toward my pouch.

Snap out of it! I thought

Before I lost myself in the moment, I tore my eyes from the screen and searched for my father. From my vantage point, I could see the TV against the wall but had to look around the wall further to see the couch. As I leaned forward, I took another step, and—of course—it made the creaking sound I was trying so hard to avoid. My eyes instinctually went to my foot, silently cursing my misstep. When I glanced back up at the couch, my eyes locked with my father—my very naked father

 I froze! 

Chills shot through my body. I felt like a child, getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Did you turn on the AC?” He asked so casually.

My brain became wet scrambled eggs, “Uhh..uh…yea, I woke up from a bad dream sweating.” I said, stuttering.

He gave a fatherly smirk, “I remember when you were little when you used to have bad dreams. You would come running into my bed. Remember that?”

Rolling my eyes, “That was years ago, Dad!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re all grown up now,” dad said, sounding almost disappointed that his son was now eighteen and not the little boy who ran to him in the middle of the night after a bad dream.

The mixed sounds of moaning and gagging made the awkward pause in conversation an even more uncomfortable situation. “Okay, well, I’m gonna head back to sleep.”

“It’s okay big guy, you don’t need to rush off so fast just because of this,” Dad glanced down at his hard cock resting on his stomach and then patted our old plaid couch with his big manly hand. “Come sit next to me…like you used to after a bad dream.”

Dozens of questions flashed through my mind.

Why did my dad want me to watch porn with him? 

Was it weird for a gay son and his straight dad to watch porn together? 

Why was my dad suddenly so okay with me seeing him naked? 

Why was my body betraying me and my boner growing?

Why did my dad look so hot to me all of a sudden?

And why the fuck did I salivate at the sight of my dad’s erection?

My mind raced with every possible outcome and every possible answer, and the more I questioned, the more my heart pounded. I had to decide before my growing boner became too obvious, either go sit down or run back to my room.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to give you some space?” I asked, sounding like an idiot.

“What? We’re both guys, right? And you’re old enough now.” He seemed to shrug off my obvious concerns like a salesman trying to sell me a seat next to my naked father.

I sighed in defeat, “Umm…yeah…okay…sure.” Trying my best to not make my attraction to my father obvious. 

I started the journey to the couch, trying not to stare at my dad’s privates while my hands crossed my groin, concealing mine the best I could—but it was difficult not to stare. 

It was just . . . RIGHT THERE! I couldn’t believe I was staring at the cock that made me and the balls that produced the semen I came from. 

Honestly, I never really thought about my dad’s cock. Mine was fine—above average and uncut, so I assumed he was the same or at least similar. Boy, was I wrong. It must have been at least eight inches—eight inches of rock-hard, dripping temptation. He was cut and about an inch longer than mine but similar in girth—if I do say so myself. His hairy balls fit his rod perfectly, like two ping-pong balls that hung so low they rested on the couch cushion. 

My dad gave the spot beside him another pat. I eyed the space, knowing there was not enough room to sit down without touching him. When I sat down, I made myself smaller, doing my best not to make too much contact, but the space I didn’t occupy, he immediately took, spreading his legs further. Forcing his meaty thigh into mine. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. The stench of beer leaked from his pores, confirming my assumption that he was drunk. The number of empty bottles on the coffee table confirmed that he wasn’t just drunk; he was very drunk. 

Another scent lurked beneath the odor of cheap beer, one that made my cock stir, the intoxicating aroma of a grown man’s hairy pits. It had to have been nearly twenty-four hours since he put on deodorant, and it wasn’t strong enough to battle my dad’s odor. His raised arm filled my nostrils, putting me back in the boy’s locker room and sparking feelings I’d never had for my father. 

Fuck he smells so good, I thought, drinking in his scent even more. The tip of my cock oozed a rather heavy dose of precum as I inhaled deeply. 

Dad’s words slurred slightly when he spoke. “Want a beer?”

“Noooo, Dad…” 

“What?! I just thought it might loosen you up a bit. You seem a little stiff,” he confessed, rubbing his hand on my shoulder and shaking me a little to loosen me up. 

In my peripheral vision, my dad’s other hand, mesmerized by the porn, fondled his cock. Something about watching my dad touch himself excited me. My cock throbbed in agreement, excreting a bit more precum with each one, filling the foreskin of my cock, and lubricating the head. It got so bad that it soaked through my briefs, forming a wet spot on the side closest to Dad.

“So…are you a top or a bottom?”

“Dad!? You can’t just ask that!” I said, shocked and annoyed.

“What? That not the right term?”

“No… it’s the right term. That’s just a personal question.”

“Well, we’re close, right? It’s okay. You can open up to your old man. You know I don’t judge!”

I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. I didn’t know if I could answer it, but I knew something that could give me the courage to answer it. I reached for the nearest beer and took a large gulp before answering, “If you have to know…I’m not really sure just yet. I’d like to try both, but to be honest, I probably lean more towards being a…bottom.”

“Good for you, son. It doesn’t really surprise me. You got your mother’s ass.”

“Dear god, Dad! Gross!”

“What!? You’ve become a handsome young man. Any guy would be lucky to get you in bed.” He nodded toward the porn on the TV, “What about those guys? Do you like them?”

My focus moved away from slyly watching my dad stroke and looking at the TV screen. The two guys on either end of the girl leaned toward each other and began to kiss as they fucked the woman from both ends.

Was my dad watching bisexual porn? I thought.

I was in shock. I didn’t know how to respond. It was like he knew I wasn’t paying attention, and at the perfect gay moment in this porn, he shifted my attention to watch these two studs make out. I couldn’t lie…I enjoyed it. They were fucking hot! Both with bulging muscles, hard abs, and a pair of enormous cocks, a pair not unlike my father’s.

“Oh…umm…yea.” I then asked my dad in confused disbelief, “…is this bi-porn?” 

“Yeah, I guess it is!” he said, laughing. “It’s got a little something for both of us,” he teased. “Don’t be shy. I used to jerk off with all my buddies in college. Take those briefs off. Stay awhile. Stroke one out with your old man!”  

I couldn’t believe my ears. Did my dad just ask me to take off my underwear and jerk off with him? Was this a test for his gay son, or did he actually want to ‘stroke one out’ with me? He sat still, stroking his cock, waiting for me to react, so I did as he instructed. I grabbed the waistband of my white briefs, now soaked with precum, and lifted myself up as I slipped them over my wide, firm bubble butt. As I slid them further down, my boner flung out, made contact with my toned abs, and caused a loud slapping sound. The noise was embarrassing, but then I remembered my dad was drunk and didn’t even notice. I leaned back to get comfortable as my undies slid to my ankles. 

My cock slid into my hand, leaving a string of precum stretching from my abs to my foreskin. My dad’s arm rested behind me on the couch, so when I leaned back, I snuggled into his pit, fitting like a glove. Still triggered by the locker room scent, I followed my dad’s strokes up and down. 

He grabbed my shoulder once again and gave me a firm squeeze. “There you go, son, glad to see you relax a little,” he winked at me as if to signal to let loose and enjoy this father-son bonding moment. I smiled back. I wasn’t sure if it was the beer that made me feel warm or the shared moment with my father, but I wasn’t afraid any longer. All I wanted to do was enjoy the moment. 

I stroked my cock, doing my best to ignore the woman on the screen, watching the guys interact with each other. My cock wouldn’t let me focus on the screen; instead, demanding that I stare at the real cock next to me. My dad looked stunning in this light. He had rather pale pink undertones that glowed compared to the olive complexion I got from my Italian mother—I got her Italian ass, too—per my drunken father. 

A thick layer of body hair covered his light skin. It blanketed his pecs, stomach, and legs, unlike my more smooth hairless body. I had some hair, a thin, happy trail, and pubes but kept it meticulously trimmed compared to his wild forest. His five o’clock shadow and thick head of straight black hair were well-kept by his standing appointment with his barber every two weeks—a nice fade on the sides to keep up with the cool kids, he joked. My dad was overall very handsome; some would even call him hot. Contrasting light skin and dark hair made his arctic blue eyes pop. The caramel hue to my eyes matched my bronzed skin; I wish I had a dollar for every time someone thought I was Hispanic, but nope, my mom’s Italian genes added that golden tint to my skin and the roundness to my hips.

But the most noticeable difference was our size. Playing soccer for most of my life gave me a powerful pair of legs and glutes, cheeks that my teammates loved to jokingly spank after a winning game. Since most of my 160 pounds settled in the lower half of my body, it left my upper body skinny but still toned. Staring at my father, I always wished I would grow to his height and size. He towered over me at 6’2” and 240 pounds of alpha muscle, while I seemed to have settled around 5’9”. 

I commended his discipline in the gym, staring at him stroking. I wondered if my chest and arms would ever look half as good. He went five or six days a week, always calculating his protein intake and getting a run every now and then around the neighborhood. The women in the area smiled ear to ear when he ran shirtless in the summer, watching his round pecs bounce like Baywatch. It might be cliché, but his body looked comparable to Henry Cavill. Last year leaning into the stereotype, he dressed as Superman for Halloween, not one padded with fake muscles, but one made solely of skin-tight spandex—OH BOY—did he fill it out. Now, thinking about the costume, I saw it through a different lens and could see why the woman drooled over him. I’m sure he was the talk of the neighborhood coupon clubs, walking from house to house, bulging in all the right places. 

Getting to see him in all his glory was something I didn’t know I was missing. I wasn’t just looking. I had the pleasure of being so close to him. His broad shoulders rubbed against me, and his heavy pectorals bounced nearly as much as the woman in the video. His quarter-sized nipples were perfectly proportional and a lovely light shade of pink like his lips. Erect and pointed as they jiggled. I salivated nearly as much as my cock leaked, wanting to lean towards him and bite down hard on his pert nipples while we stroked our cocks, but I worried that would ruin everything. 

I controlled my horny teenage urges for my father and settled for being snuggled up close to him, rubbing one out. I glanced back at the TV, and the scene had changed again. One guy took complete control of the woman, fucking her hard while he nursed the other guy’s cock.

“Fuck, they’re hot!” I let out, not thinking.

I looked back at my dad. He pulled on his cock even faster, letting a moan slip out every few strokes. “Fuck yeah! This is a hot scene.”

I couldn’t believe it. He enjoyed jerking off to a guy gagging on cock. I was in heaven watching him, smelling my dad’s musk, and hearing his moans. I had to stop myself from busting my load too quickly and embarrassing myself. Slowing my strokes to a more even pace, adjusting my grip towards the base, away from my sensitive head and foreskin. Dad had a nice mushroom head on top of his thick pole, one he wouldn’t stop teasing. His balls bounced up and down as he stroked. His mouth gaped slightly. His eyes glazed over, hypnotized by the porn. 

“Looks like you’re enjoying that guy getting face fucked,” Dad said suggestively.

“How could you tell?”

“Your cock is leaking like a bad faucet; you didn’t cum already, did you?”

“Not yet, Dad, but I’m getting close!” My toes curled. It was too soon. Too quick. I didn’t want this moment to end. 

Stop looking at his cock, I mentally begged. So big. So thick. So…fucking perfect. 

“Don’t wait for me…”

I gasped, interrupting him, “I’m gonna cum!”

He stared at my cock now and started stroking faster with me. My moaning became uncontrollable, and my father grew louder to match my pleasure. I kept mine soft, but his grew louder, deeper, longer, as if he were asserting dominance over my feminine whimpers with his alpha male grunts.

“Uh uhhh FUCK!” I almost yelled over dad’s grunting.

Cum shot out of my uncut cock. The biggest hitting my dad’s chest—oh fuck—I quickly redirected. Finishing on my chest and abs, it dripped down the ridges of my chest and six-pack, glistening in the dim light. /it was the biggest load I’ve ever shot. I was proud in a weird way because my dad was witness to another one of his son’s big accomplishments.

“YEAH! That’s my boy! Shoot that load! Damn, that’s a lot of cum,” he said proudly.

My father’s stroking changed. His body tensed. His forearm tightened. The arm still wrapped around me pulled me closer. I allowed him to pull me closer. My head nestled in the middle of his chest, aligned perfectly with his cock. I started into the eye of his monster cock, waiting for its eruption. My mouth was slightly open, hoping my dad would just grab the back of my head, force his cock between my lips, and start face fucking me like the guy in the porn.

His deep manly voice rang out, “OH…OH…FUCK SON!!” 

The first shot of cum hit me right in the forehead. I jolted, not expecting his cum to have so much force. The second shot landed on my cheek, spilling the rest on his stomach. I was almost disappointed none shot in my mouth, but his cum dripped down my cheek, pooling into my dimples and over my lips. The salty yet sweet taste of my father’s cum was delicious. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as his body relaxed into the couch. His arm released me from his death grip and removed it from around my shoulder.

In the minutes after, we didn’t say anything. We just sat there with our arms at our sides, letting the post-nut clarity set in as we realized what had happened. The porn continued in the background, but now one of the guys was on all fours getting plowed from behind while his face was deep in the girl’s pussy. This wasn’t good for my boner.

“Looks like you got a little on me, Sport,” he said jokingly, motioning to the spurts of my cum entangled in his furry body. “Oh, looks like I got a little on you, too!” he chuckled as he took his thumb and wiped the cum off my forehead in a fatherly way. Then he unexpectedly put his thumb in his mouth and sucked off his cum. I followed suit, wiping the rest of his cum from my cheek and into my mouth, sucking on my thumb. 

“Taste good?” his eyes widened, shocked that I had just tasted his cum. My eyes matched his as I realized what I just did, and my face blushed with embarrassment. Even though we just jerked off together, tasting my dad’s cum seemed like crossing the line, but he didn’t seem phased.

He lifted himself off the couch, “I’ll get us a towel.” He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a towel for himself and another for me, tossing it onto my lap, covering my boner. 

“Thanks!” I yelped as I cleaned myself up, wiping his—and my—load from my body while also failing to cover my boner.

“I remember when I was your age, I was hard 24/7.”

“Sometimes I feel like it never goes down.”

“Well, Son, take it from your old dad here; use it as often as possible. It doesn’t last forever!”

“Don’t worry, dad, I use it!” I said, almost exhausted from thinking how much time I spent tugging my cock. “If I jerked off any more, I’d rub it raw.”

“Maybe we need to get you some lube then.”

Did he just offer to buy me lube? 

I hadn’t ever needed it before, instead using my foreskin and my constant stream of precum, but I wasn’t going to turn down my father’s offer. 

“Uhh, yea! Sure. That would be cool. Do you have any that you like?” 

“Yeah, I got a few,” he laughed. “Got a lot of experience testing different brands over the years.” 

Images of my father constantly jerking his cock, sliding his big hand over his bigger cock made my cock go from hard to rigid. 

“I’m probably going to head back to bed, or else I’m going to fail my calculus test tomorrow,” I said as I got up and pulled my briefs up, stuffing my firm cock back inside the best I could. I got one last good look at my dad, memorizing him standing tall in the kitchen, now completely naked head to toe, wiping all the cum out of his thick body hair. It was still dark, but the light from the TV illuminated every curve and muscle perfectly. His cock was flaccid, hanging about six inches soft, and his balls were low hangers ending around the same length as his penis. I wondered if it would fit in my mouth or how heavy it would feel in my hand.

I turned away before I started drooling, and Dad caught me lusting after him. I started my journey back to my room when dad came up behind me. 

“Sleep tight!” dad said flirtatiously as he slapped me on the ass while I walked by him.

I jumped slightly as my cheek jiggled, “Night, Dad!” I said as I turned back, looking at him over my shoulder, smiling ear to ear. My dad had just touched my ass.

I floated back to my room, high from the night’s unexpected activities. I stripped away my briefs and socks before I crashed into bed, staring at the ceiling, exhausted! Though my body was tired, my mind replayed my dad’s orgasm in my head. My boner lay across my abs, ready for another round, demanding even more of my attention. I couldn’t help but have hope that this wasn’t the last time now that it was just my dad and me in the house. It’s not like we don’t have enough time for more father-son bonding.

The door opened unannounced. Dad peeked into my room, “Did you turn the thermostat to 69 degrees?” 

“Yeah,” I chuckled, watching my father’s eyes travel up and down my body. My toned hairless body and hard cock were entirely exposed to him, almost inviting him to take this night to the next step. I didn’t bother covering up; I didn’t want to hide. His eyes lingered on my cock, making it throb and jump for him.

“Get some sleep, ya horn-dog! If ya’ keep playing with that thing, you’re gonna go blind!”

“Ahuh, sure, Dad….” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me like that again, and I’ll make you jerk us both off next time!”

“I wouldn’t be mad at that punishment!” I said suggestively as my other head bounced in agreement, drawing my father’s gaze. 

“Uh-oh, I better watch out. I think my son’s got the hots for his old man.” he teased as he closed the door. “Night!”

“Night!” I yelled through the door.

I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow.

Did that really just happen? 

As humiliated as I was by that last bold comment, what I said was true. 

An hour ago, I had never thought about my dad like that, but the image of his naked body was burned into my mind. Cemented in a place that I could not erase. All the things I wanted to do to him and everything I wanted him to do to me. It was a restless night as I lay there unconsciously humping my bed, listing every possible way to seduce my father.