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Surprising stop on my way to Hollywood

I have been in college for two years majoring in theater arts. I am one of the best actors in school. I have earned leading roles in productions since my freshman year. My athletic physique and masculine features, as well as my dark thick hair and deep blue eyes earn me auditions, my acting ability earned me the lead parts. I decided school wasn’t for me and headed to California. I had been on the road for two days when I reached the California border. I was hot and tired and saw a sign for a hotel at the next town. I decided to stop for the night. I noticed a row of rainbow flag in the parking lot. I walked into the lobby where there was a lot of gay themed décor.  A 6’ statue of David was in the fountain. Water erupted from David’s penis, and he was flanked by two dolphins ridden by nude men with tridents. The dolphins were shooting water out of their mouths. There was a sign to the right stating lounge and a sign to the left saying theater. There was no one at the desk, so I rang the bell and out walked a tall handsome man in a Hawaiian print shirt unbuttoned and a pair of tight white shorts. His mat of chest hair extended to his white shorts. His dark mat of hair was so dense I couldn’t see any signs of his navel. I thought I saw some of his hair matted in a dry crusty substance.

He acknowledged me and I said I need a room for the night. He said there was a poolside room in the back. I said that sounded great. I noticed a sign stating the pool was clothing optional. He told me the lounge opened at 10 and the theater opened at 6 pm. I asked him about food, and he said there was a bar poolside with food. I told him I was going to get my stuff and he said my room was 113 and pointed to a doorway with a sign pool. I asked him what check out time was, and he said any time. I got my stuff and headed to my room. As I walked to the pool, I saw about a dozen men in and around the pool. Most of the men were nude. They were talking in groups and many of them looked at me as I opened my door. The curtain was open. I decided to strip for the pool. I didn’t think shutting the curtain was required since I was going to the pool nude. I stripped put on waterproof sunscreen and grabbed my sunglasses. I walked out and all the guys gasped. I have an athletic build and a long thick uncut dick. Most guys can be classified as growers or showers, I am both. I could smell the fragrant flowers around the pool in the air. I dove into the pool and felt the warm wetness envelop my body. I swam over to the other side and saw the bar. I got out and went up to the bar. I asked if I could get a burger and fries with a beer. He said room 113. I agreed and he said it would be added to my room as he handed me a can of beer. There were a few tables around the pool, and I took a seat. My dick was laying on the seat as I drank my beer. I got my lunch and another beer I signed the bill adding a generous tip. As I sat there eating, a nice-looking man came over and introduced himself. He was Joshua and couldn’t keep his eyes off my massive meat. I offered Joshua a seat and he sat down. I noticed his dick was rising as we introduced ourselves. He took the chair next to mine. We had sight lines to the pool, but he only had eyes for me, at least a part of me. I finished my food and Joshua said he needed to use the facilities and asked if he could use my toilet. I said fine and we headed to my room. He was erect and there was clear fluid dripping off his glans as we walked.

I opened the door and led him in. I shut the door and he embraced me and attacked my tonsils with his talented tongue. We kissed with passion. I felt his hands explore my body as we kissed. My dick was hardening as we kissed. I told him I would close the curtains and we could have some fun. He said not to bother, part of the thrill of this hotel was sharing our pleasure publicly. I sat on the bed facing the window and Joshua straddled my lap and lowered himself on my pole, no lubrication or any foreplay. I fit snugly in him as he reached and pressed a button on the nightstand. I asked him and he said it was speakers to share. I looked and outside the large window was what appeared to be most of the guys from the pool. Joshua slid up and down on my dick until I needed more. I stood and turned facing the bed. I lowered us down on the bed and proceeded to fuck him hard and deep. He shot on himself twice before I got off. I finished in his tight hole and pulled out. He said let’s go to the pool. We had a quick rinse in the shower and headed back out. The crowd went back to the pool, and we joined them. I swam a few minutes and got out and took a seat poolside. A nice small guy walked up with two beers and offered me one. I accepted and he said his name was Hamish. I asked him to sit, and we talked while we drank out beers. He told me he enjoyed the show earlier. I told him I didn’t know it was a show, but thanks. He reached over and lifted my ample soft dick. He said this is massive, I told him I never got any complaints. He said he would like to taste it. I said we could go to my room, and we headed out. This time I was hard as we walked. When I closed the door, I saw Hamish sit on the end of the bed. I walked up and slid my dick into his mouth. He licked and played with my equipment. I especially enjoyed how he slid my foreskin over his tongue. I glanced at the window and saw a crowd outside watching the “show.” He finished me off after about 30 minutes after we started. I shot all over his face and he licked it and wiped it to his mouth and sucked it off his fingers. We went back to the pool, and I dove in.

When I was swimming a big burly guy swam up to me. We talked a few minutes. His name was Hal. He said he was horny after watching me having fun. I told him we could go to my room and address his horniness.

I noticed Hal had the hairiest body I ever saw. His back and legs were as hairy as his chest. The only place with no hair was his ass cheeks. There was long black hair poking out between his cheeks but none on his ass cheeks. His beard was long and groomed. He was balding, but still had sparce hair on the top of his head. We got in my room, and I didn’t close the door. I sat on the bed and Hal walked up. I grabbed his hairy dick and pulled back the skin. I licked his glans and smelled his scent from under his foreskin. I tasted his dick and felt my well used dick harden. Hal noticed my erection and smiled. He said I looked like I was ready for action again. He smiled and turned around offering me his hairless ass and hairy hole. I licked his hole wetting it and tasting the chlorine. He sat on my dick with his back to me. I saw a few guys in the room as I fucked Hal. One was jacking Hal, and another stood next to him, and Hal was jacking him. The rest of the guys were in the window, watching. As a man finished another took his place. Hal had a lot of loads on his hairy body before I finished. He stood and my seed dripped off the hair jutting out between his cheeks.

I was spent and showered closed the door and curtains. I laid on the bed and shut my eyes. I dozed a few minutes and felt hungry. I opened the door and saw it was dark outside. I headed over to the bar and ordered a Ruben sandwich and a beer. He said the lounge was open, and I said I would take them in there. I said I would dress and hopefully the food would be ready when I got there. He said no reason to dress for the lounge. I said really and went to my room and slid on some white gym shorts. I went into the lounge, and it was crowded. I told the host I ordered at the bar, he asked me my room number and I said 113. He pursed his lips and smiled. He said my food would be right out. I took a seat at a miraculously empty table and my beer appeared. I looked to see who delivered it and saw a guy bringing my food. The dance floor was covered, and the guys were dressed in fetish clothing if anything. I felt very overdressed in gym shorts. The music was hot, and the room was cool. I ate my food and a blond twink walked up and asked me to dance. I accepted and when he turned, I saw his shorts were assless. His ass was completely exposed, and I placed my hand on his ass as we walked onto the floor. He faced me and we danced face to face crotch to crotch with my hands on his bare ass, and my fingers probing his hole. We were swaying and kissing on the dance floor, and I felt my dick growing down my leg. The music changed to a more upbeat song, but we just slow danced and kissed. I felt his hand pull my dick up and it was pointing out the waste band of my shorts. I could feel his hand claps my glans sliding my foreskin lubricated by pre-cum. He turned around and started rubbing my dick between his bare cheeks. The rubbing slid my shorts band down to my balls exposing most of my shaft. I lifted him up and inserted my phallus into his tight hole. His hole resisted some than accepted my pre-cum slicked glans. Eventually I was balls deep on the dance floor with a Twink ridding my pole. I could feel his ass gripping and loosening indicating his orgasm. I pulled out and he dropped to his knees, taking my dick into his mouth. He continued to jack and suck me until I shot my load into his mouth and on his face.

He stood and thanked me. I said any time. I pulled my shorts back up sliding my softening dick back down. I was tired and had a long drive tomorrow, or later this morning. I headed out and heard loud cheering and clapping in the theater. My interest was piqued so I decided to check the theater out. The room was dimly lit, and I went around a curve and saw a movie playing on a screen. The picture showing had the crowd yelling and clapping. I looked up and it was…me. It was from my room today and I saw all the fun being replayed. My dick was about 15 feet long during the close-up shots. As I walked by men in the theater, they started shoving money into my shorts. I saw many bills none smaller than a 5 and most 50- or 100-dollar bills. They encouraged me onto the stage, and I got on the stage and slid my shorts down. I invited one guy up on the stage and seeing a chair on the side, I gave him a lap dance. He tipped me 200-dollars. The next guy was waving some hundred-dollar bills, I gave him a lap dance and he sucked me as I was rubbing against his chest. I gave 10 to 15 lap dances and was encouraged to dance for the crowd while my movie was playing behind me. I ended up dancing on the stage and jacking off down onto the crowd. My load sprayed onto many of the men. I saw them wipe the semen off their faces and tasting it.

I gathered up the money I earned and put them into my shorts carrying my booty. As I walked out, many guys grabbed my dripping dick and shoved bills into my bundled shorts. A few even licked my load off the tip of my dick. I went to my room and counted the money there were 50 100-dollar bills, over a hundred 50’s and a total of $34-thousand dollars. This was a great nest egg to start my career. I went to my room and fell fast asleep. I woke up and gathering my stuff including the cash, headed to the front desk. I told the desk clerk I was checking out. I asked him what my bill was for the room service. He asked what room and I said 113. He said my bill was comped. I looked at him and he said the owners usually comped room 113. He handed me a check for $20K. I said what for and he said entertainment services. He said the owners would like me to stay and entertain the customers. The pay was $15K on weekdays and $20K per day weekends plus tips. I asked him how long, and he said indefinitely. I thought Hollywood could wait.

I was told my spot would be 2 a.m. The only thing I had to do was enter the theater at 2 and entertain. I accepted and went back to room 113. I left the curtains open and stripped. I headed out to the pool and ordered breakfast it was nearly 11. The bartended spoke and I ordered a steak and baked potato. I also had a beer. My food was served poolside and I ate with relish. The steak was great and fueled me for fun. A lot of guys around the pool nodded and spoke to each other as they looked at me. I noticed a shower poolside and went over and took an erotic shower. I gelled my body paying special attention to my ass and stiffening dick. An adventurous gent came up to me and offered to wash my back, for me. I smiled and said thanks as I turned around offering him my back. He gelled me up sliding his hands up my shoulders and down cupping my ass. I felt his fingers brushing against my hole while he was lathering my ass. I saw he was hard as he was washing me and feeling me up. I turned and offered him my phallus and balls to clean. He soaped my groin pulling my balls away and shifting my shaft up. He commented I was huge. I smiled down at him. He rinsed the gel off my dick and slid his mouth over my shaft. He reached his hand around to cradle my ass while he suckled on my glans. I felt his fingers try to probe into my ass and I backed so his hand slid off my ass. I motioned no and he stood and jacked his dick off onto my leg. I smiled and said nice. I rinsed his load off my leg and shut off the shower. I went back to my table still erect and sat down. The bartender brought me a beer and I thanked him. He looked down at my dick and told me he had a break in 15 minutes. I smiled and said meet me in room 113 then. I finished my beer and went into my room leaving the door ajar. I heard someone enter and the bartended took his apron off and left it on a chair. I smiled at him and patted the bed beside me. He reached over and pressed the button on the bedside table. He was very muscular and hairless. I have seen many guys tending bar in gay clubs, who looked like him, but they were usually just shirtless. He sat on the bed, and I pulled him over to my dick. I grabbed his hips pulling his hips over my chest and licking his hairless hole while he sucked on my dick. He pulled off long enough to say his break was 30 minutes. I pulled him around, so he was facing me. I slid my dick into his opening while I took his mouth with mine. His mouth was talented and so was his ass. No need for me to work as he shifted up and down on my dick. We were at it, and I saw a crowd at my window again. I bent up and took his mammoth man tits into my mouth. His body builder body played me like an instrument. I enjoyed his pectoral area and his dark nipples. I was so worked up I shot into his ass. He pulled off and kissed me and said thank you. I told him I would tip him, and he said it was ok. He grabbed his apron and left. I headed out to the shower by the pool and rinsed off. I saw a different bartender and walked over he offered me a beer and I asked after the other guy. He said he was gathering tips. I took the beer and went back to my table. A nice-looking black stud walked up and took a seat next to me. I said hi and he grunted. I wondered what was up and he said he used to have room 113, but now he was in 117. He said the workers stayed on the first floor, and the smaller the number, the higher the prestige and pay. I told him sorry I didn’t know. He said he wanted to perform with me. I said I wasn’t performing, but he could perform with me. I leaned over and kissed him. He tasted of sweat and beer. I reached over and grasped his donkey dick. We went to my room and the pool guys followed. I closed the door behind us, and we walked to the bed. I dropped to my knees taking half of his phallus into my mouth. His dick was hard and smooth. It looked like an ebony statue of a perfect phallus. I licked and nibbled on his shaft and pulled his glans into my mouth. He gasped with appreciation as I serviced him. I pulled on his huge balls and licked the hairless orbs. I was jacking on his spit slicked shaft pulling his balls one at a time into my mouth. He was getting close, and I put his glans into my mouth. He started to shoot and pulled out spraying his seed all over my face. He then bent and licked his load off my face. I kissed him and he thanked me. I knew I had a 2 a.m. showtime and decided to take a nap. I woke and slid on my skimpiest little shorts they didn’t cover my lower ass and couldn’t confine my dick and balls. I thought it was good for tonight. I went to the bar and saw my muscle builder mate. He handed me $500 and said my share of his tips. I said I didn’t deserve or want the money. He said he bid off my load for two thousand dollars. The bid winner got to lick my load out of his ass. I said it was his. He asked if I wanted dinner, and I said I wanted a steak and baked potato. I wanted it poolside. He wasn’t busy in the evening and brought my dinner and a glass of red wine to me and sat down. I ate and we talked a while. I gleaned a lot of information about tips and rooms. He also said how the Hotel made money. There were paid performers like he and I and there were guests who paid to perform. Tips were offered by guests for services. There were also web cameras throughout the hotel, even under the toilet seats. Customers paid and tipped online. Live tips were yours. Online tips were shared with management and live guests paid if they were chosen by entertainers to service. Most talent earned 5 to 10K per day including tips. I told him I got a whole lot more than that. He said you are in room 113. Premium charges for your attentions.

I headed into the theater at 2 and strutted up onto the stage in my barely there shorts clapping and whooping. The audience erupted in excitement. I saw Mr. room 117 in the crowd and invited him onto the stage. He slid my shorts off and went down on my dick. He had on shorts and his soft dick hung out the pant leg. His dick grew as he serviced my cock. I pulled him up into a kiss and slid his shorts down. We jacked each other’s dicks together as we kissed. He told me his name was Wil as our kiss broke. I smiled at will and said little, big Will is poking my stomach. He said he wants to poke other places. I said maybe later. We swapped blow jobs and invited two guys up on stage. The tips were flying to us, and we both came over the crowd. We walked off the stage on opposite sided collecting kisses, gropes and tastes along the way. Tips were exceptional and we went back to my room. We counted our tips and they totaled 45k.

The next morning at 11 when I woke, I saw a letter on the floor by the door. I opened it and it was a phone number. I called the number and Wil answered. He said we had a conference call at 1. I hung up and went out to the pool. I ordered breakfast/lunch and hopped into the shower by the pool. I headed over to a table to wait on my food. A hansom 40-year-old approached my table and introduced himself. Offered him a seat. He sat and scooted his chair close to me. I felt his muscular leg press against mine. My food arrived and I offered him some. He said he just ate but eat up. When I was eating, I felt his hand gently sliding up and down my thigh. I finished my food and he reached for my rising dick. He gingerly stroked my foreskin up and down my shaft. I looked over at him and smiled leading him to my room. He took charge and worshipped my body. His tongue and mouth played their way up and down my body. He assaulted my mouth with his passionate kisses. His assertiveness had me aroused to the max. My dick was primed and ready for action. I reached down for his dick and bent to take him in my mouth. I lavished his penis and slid a hand around to his butt. He shifted and we got into a 69 position. We licked and sucked each other’s dicks shooting all over each other’s faces. We embrace and kissed as we licked our loads off each other.

It was time for our conference call, and I walked to Wil’s room. He motioned me in as the phone rang. Wil punched a number and spoke into a speaker. The voice offered us a room together at double salary. We were also offered 80% of our online tips. We accepted and had a double spot at 2 a.m. tomorrow. We decided to coordinate our outfits for the morning. Wil showed me to a wardrobe room. I picked out a black leather harness that had a cock ring and silver studs. He choose a pair of crotchless white lace panties. His uber macho masculine image was softened by the lacy outfit and my athletic clean-cut image was strengthened by the harness. I hadn’t shaved yet and decided a 36-hour beard growth would look good. Wil brought dinner in for us and we ate. He pulled out some makeup and darkened my beard and put circles under my eyes. He put lipstick and false eyelashes on.

At two we went in on opposite sides of the stage to much whooping and cheers. We had disco music playing and danced and gyrated to the music our dicks slinging around. We invited a bunch of guys up on stage. We fucked a few. We had a few suck us. I had a black dude come up and sandwich me between him and Wil. We said we were an Oreo. For our finale’ we invited two guys up on stage to jack us off and we shot all over the audience. The tips were outrageous. We switched sides and left collecting gropes, kisses, tastes and especially tips. When we got to our room, we were exhausted. We shared a shower and collapsed on the bed together. I woke up at 3 p.m. to an empty bed. I walked out to the pool to see two white guys sandwiching Wil in the shower. I cheered and yelled reverse Oreo.

I got breakfast/lunch and sat poolside Watching Wil and his companions. A nice-looking guy came over and dropped to his knees and slurped my dick into his mouth. I finished eating and picked him up I carried him to room 113. I dropped him on the bed and crammed my dick into his eager hole. I didn’t give him any mercy as I pounded his hole. Wil came in and pulled me off the guy. Wil drove his dick into the guy and the guy was moaning with pleasure. I laid on the bed next to the guy and Wil got up and rolled the guy onto me and stood behind him grabbing our dicks together and shoved our dicks into the waiting hole. I basically laid there while Wil topped the guy with my dick inside. I came first. The tightness and rubbing were too much for me. I felt Wil’s dick shoot against my dick. Once he finished Wil stood and pulled the guy off me, he basically threw him out of the door. I was shocked at the behavior and Wil mouthed repeat guest. We went out to the pool shower and rinsed off. There was a crowd around the shower, and they reached and groped our wet bodies.

We took a nap after our shower and cuddled together. Wil whispered to not let anyone fuck me, yet. I replied got it. We got different costumes. I had a makeup artist do my makeup. I had silver glitter eye shadow and long eyelashes. My outfit was a pink tube top that I wore as a mini skirt. It covered nothing, since it shifted up when I walked. Wil wore the black harness I wore the previous morning. He added a black leather police hat with a big shiny star in the center. This time he had the stubble and rough look. My attempt at semi drag was laughable, but I enjoyed it. A few of the guests grabbed my chest and said there wasn’t even a mouth full, I told one I had more than a mouth full here and swung my dick in his face.

At the end of the show, we invited 4 of the hottest men on stage and proceeded to jack off all over the audience. We exited together and the guys helped us collect tips. They each gave us $500. I kissed the guys and thanked them for the assistance. We went back to our room and divided up the tips. I was exhausted but a little frisky. Wil got into the bed next to me and I rolled on top of him. I kissed him and licked my way down his hot ebony body. When I got to his dick, I bypassed it and went for his balls. I spent thirty minutes licking and playing with his sack. His hard phallus was leaking all over his stomach. I licked the syrup up and slurped as much of his tool in my mouth. This monster was too much to take in my mouth and basically only got the glans in. I stroked him with both hands while my mouth and tongue took care of his glans. I felt his load hit the back of my throat and choked. I accepted the load and swallowed what I could. He pulled me up into a kiss and tasted his load in my mouth. He then pulled me up to straddle his mouth. My white dick slid in and out of his mouth over his black lips. I couldn’t hold back and shot into his mouth. We kissed and spooned and slept the morning away.

I got up and went to the pool it was now routine to shower at the pool, eat and let some guys suck me while I ate. I have choice but haven’t been too discerning. Wil and I still have top spot and our tips and online presence still rake in a lot of money. But the freshness has worn off. Then I saw him walking toward me. It was Lathan from college. He was two years younger than I am and I noticed he looked older. A few months shouldn’t age a 20-year-old to look 30. I spoke to him, and he said I looked great. He said everyone wondered what happened to me. I said I took a break to make money. He said ten years was a long break. I laughed it off and invited him into room 113.

It had been several months since dads passing, Josh, the man I love and often still can’t figure why he loves me so much, I cherish him every damn day. He has been spending many of his days off with my mom and the kids when he is home, which gives Marie a big break. It also takes some burden off me and allows me to return to a normal life, catching up with life in general. Some days I’ll be running around from the farm, or the store, or my office in town, or town hall, and Josh will spend time at my moms, he is genuinely concerned with her and keeps her occupied, some days I’ll come home to an empty JD Lodge only to find he, my mom and the kids roaming around at my parents house, or taking side trips to the park or just walking around town. I love it when I happen to be in town and he and the kids show up unexpectedly and those kids come running to me filled with love in their hearts, truly they are a blessing and p[art of my happiness and complete life.

 My (non practicing) Jewish Josh, even spent several Sundays attending church with mom, me and the kids. The kids and I don’t usually attend, except for Christmas and Easter, but Josh knows how important mom’s faith is, he has been such a blessing in my mom’s time of need and such a great dad too. Just the fact we’ve been showing up together as a family and Josh’s patience with her, in her time of need, has filled part of the hole in my heart. We’ll usually then have mom over for Sunday dinner after spending the entire day with her. Marie and mom have bonded even closer because of Marie’s loss of her fiancée several years earlier. She’s resigned to the fact she’ll never love another, but somehow is also thankful that her unfortunate events brought her to our family and our current family unit of the three of us and our 2 children, once again filling a much needed hole in her life with joy, love, happiness and thanks.

 Sometimes we’ll walk downtown on Main Street together with Charlotte on Josh’s shoulders, she’ll be hanging onto his head for dear life with hands clasped, as Charlie would walk between us, holding each of our hands, as we’d both lift him up as he jumped over the sidewalk cracks. Most people in town got to know us and most were tolerant, but then again we never flaunted our sexuality in public. Occasionally we’d get stares, but it was more amusing when Marie would join us all, ha, ha, we would get some stares and some passing mumbles after we passed them. Sometimes newcomers to town or school would see the kids with me and Marie, and other times with Josh and Marie, and sometimes with me and Josh and they would be trying to figure it all out. Of course we never offered an explanation unless we were asked. I know Josh was always so tempted to give made up stories about anything fittingly comical at the time.

 We booked a long overdue Florida vacation before school started for the kids. We made Marie and mom come too. We booked a 4 bedroom suite with a kitchenette, indoor/ outdoor pools, lazy river, kids pool, playground, kids crafts, restaurants, beaches and Tiki bar.

 One night Josh and I decided to visit a gay club downtown that we had heard about. My mom insisted on also coming, while Marie agreed to stay with the kids that night. I was very skeptical at first, but when we arrived Josh let mom and I out at the door and he went to park the car. I heard the 70’s disco music playing and we were set. Growing up Mom and I would dance to her collection of disco records in the living room and we would sing at the top of our lungs. Mom fit right in as she joined me on the dance floor. Josh kept bringing her some pink umbrella drink, and mom was having a blast as she dragged Josh in, making us a threesome, clapping and dancing and singing away, it didn’t take long for the rest of the crowd to egg us on and join in. Mom had the damn place jumping and she wouldn’t let anyone sit out. The damn place was hoppin, and guys were soon bringing her drinks. I’m sure she danced with everyone in the joint including the DJ who catered to her requests. Yes my conservative, church going mom, was a bit sloshed, and having the time of her life. It did our hearts good that this was one of the best things we could have done for her tonight, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her “let her hair down” and enjoy herself.

 Josh and I sat at the bar as we watched her take over the place right up till closing. We chit chatted with each other and did some light necking and I realized we both needed this night as much as she did. Josh fumbled his fingers through my pants and woke up my crotch while kissing me, mom even caught us one time, as she led a conga line right past us waving her finger at us. A few of the guys tried to get us off the bar stools but I was quite happy where I was for once, my dick was getting some well deserved attention.

 Finally last call came and my sweaty mom came over and grabbed what was left of my drink on the bar, as she sucked it down, saying “let’s blow this joint Boys, what da ya say?” Josh just snickered and left to go retrieve the car. The bartender gave mom a club soda that she thought was a really strong drink as she tugged on my arm making our way toward the door, she waved at the DJ and threw him a kiss and he quickly played “the party’s over” and Mom perked up and danced me to the door. I almost had to pour her into the back seat and put her legs and feet inside and I joined Josh in the front seat, Josh was still snickering the whole way back to the hotel, he let us out at the front while I barely could wake mom to even stand, I finally took a bell hop luggage rack and sat her on it and made our way to the elevator.

 Once inside the room Josh finally joined us and he, Marie and I did our best to put her in her bed comfortably with a waste can nearby and a few glasses of water on the night stand, Marie sat with her a while, and Josh and I went to check on the kids. They were still sleeping soundly in their own full size hotel beds. Charlie was sucking his thumb, a habit we haven’t been able to break at 5 and a half years old and Charlotte was shaking her foot, another odd trait as she twitched constantly in her sleep. I bent over and kissed each one as I adjusted their blankets and then Josh did the same. We both stood in the darkened room with only the light coming through the open doorway and hugged one another as I thanked Josh for a wonderful evening.

 Marie finally came out of mom’s room and said she may not want to do much in the morning as we each gave her a hug and kiss goodnight and we all retreated to our rooms. Now I was a bit tipsy as well, but not drunk but played the part very well, and I had every intention of Josh taking advantage of me. I fake stumbled in the doorway dashing across the floor falling face first onto the bed. My loving sober Husband gently removed my shoes and socks and rolled my lifeless body over to unbutton my shirt and pants , as my dead weight made him work for it. He fought with my jeans as he tried to pull them off of me with no help whatsoever from me, I was pretending to be dead to the world. He got my pants off as I curled my toes making it even harder to get the leg holes over my feet. My hard on was obvious through my tight boxer briefs as he opened my shirt and tried to roll me over to pull it off me. He got down and lifted my feet and legs up on the bed as I lay on my stomach. I watched him sadly undress and nakedly climbed beside me. He was trying to roll me into a small spoon while his hand breached my waist band of my briefs and he began ever so gently touching my rock hard dick. I began a slight giggle not able to hold it back in anymore and he jumped up and grabbed my briefs by the waistband and tore them in half as he tried to remove them, then forced me back to my stomach as he flopped down on my back wedging his hardened meat into my crack nestling in with a slight wiggle just resting it there. I slightly raised my head and asked what did he think he was doing and he said “I’m going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow”, as I replied “Promises, Promisses”

 With that he knew I was ready and willing and he grabbed his arm around my neck and slid out of my crack and pressed that firm hard spongy head right to my budding bud and tried to poke his way in, after some obvious discomfort on my part he got up and rummaged through his suitcase and applied such a cold glob of lube between my cheeks I could feel it run down to my balls and onto the sheets. He resumed his position, dominantly, almost choking me but gentle enough that I knew he wouldn’t hurt me as he slid that long, hard, veiny, but velvety smooth shaft inside of me, as my eyes quickly bulged out and I bit down on my tongue, as my man did as promised. He fucked the living daylights out of my ass hole, and I felt amazedly empowered by him suddenly, as I clenched my muscles in and out with the rhythm of his stokes and I was bursting a load, just edging to get out of my balls, and the two of us were signing howls of unity of praise and ecstasy as we both came together, me as my dick was being pounded into that mattress and he deep inside my ass as he clenched his ass so tightly together and pushed his abdomen bone into my soft spongy ass that I swear he hit my tailbone. Josh finally exploded with a force I rarely remember. As we clinched together in a hug he grabbed me around my chest and rolled me over on top of him. His dick slipped out and I went down to clean him off, where we wound up in a 69 and playing some more with each other’s nuts and ass, after a few more minutes which seemed more like hours, I raised his legs as I climbed between them and without any other warning shoved my hard dick into his ass as I fucked Josh’s ass with the vigor that he did me only moments ago, as his balls bounced up and down lower abdomen alongside his shaft and took a squishing beating with each of my inward thrusts until I was coating his insides with my next creamy load. We kissed, broke apart and went at it 2 or 3 more times that night, well into the wee hours of the morning, and finally at rest we just talked about our lives and the day we met in our freshman year and all we and our friends have been through in college, family, work, and life, since we met almost 10 years earlier, and how neither of us would have wanted anything more than to be with the other and our beautiful family and friends.

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 This sadly ends the story “Our Senior Year and More”, mostly because we’ve moved well past the boys “Senior year”, and even past the “More” part, LOL. So I will be taking a bit of a break and enjoying some of the summer, with many commitments. While I drop a few “one and done” stories and a couple of “short chapter stories” that I have brewing in my head, as well as a few email requests. Have no fear I will eventually and hopefully pick back up with our boys once again tentatively titled “Dave, Josh and Family” as well as reading and commenting on many of the other fine writers on this site, but me posting every 3 or 4 days has to slow down at least for a while. Thank you all for your loyalty, support and comments though the years, I never expected to post more than a couple of stories but have gained a family of friends through you all. DJFM

I was standing at the French balcony door of the commodious bedroom they had assigned me overlooking the villa’s terrace and Lake Como, Italy, when the men, led by the party’s host, who I’d heard called Matteo, filed in. I had showered and prepared as I had been told to do and was posed, naked, at the glass door, leaning into the doorframe. I was here for this Lake Como weekend for the pleasure of men—as many men who wanted to use me, separately or together. The men—five of them at my count, although I noticed that the old man I’d been flirting with downstairs, knowing where that would lead, the one they called the Cavalieri, wasn’t among them. Three of these five men were old too; neither of the other two were less than a decade older than my nineteen.

The host, Matteo, was maybe forty. He was the only one of the twenty-some men who’d come to the party I recognized. Earlier, when drinks and nibbles were served on the lakeside villa’s terrace, all of the men had been dressed in tuxedos or formal morning suits. They were obviously wealthy and important men, all exuding self-confidence, most of them quite handsome and fit looking for their age, if heaviness of body was discounted for several. I’m sure that these men were self-confident enough not to be embarrassed that they were fat while they were fucking a young rent-boy.

The men had been in cocktail party mode during the arrival phase, milling around on the terrace below, engaging in chit-chat that didn’t go beyond their shared membership in this highly exclusive fetish club. They were being served drinks and canapés by me and three other young men covered only with loincloths. We, of course, were all beautiful young men, with great bodies for our ages. We knew we were there to serve sexually, as demanded.

I recognized Matteo as an Italian movie star under another name who played male leads in Italian and Greek action thrillers. He thus was a handsome man, with wavy dark hair and both sultry and slightly thuggish in appearance. His body was hard, trim, and hirsute. No doubt he was still keeping in secret that he was at least bisexual. I quite clearly understood that he would be covering me during this weekend—in any way and as often as he liked. I had no reservations about serving under him even when I told he had some BDSM fetishes. I had grown to want something rough, exotic, and controlling to bring myself to full arousal with a client.

As the other four men settled in chairs pointed at the large bed and the French door at which I was standing, Matteo came to me at the window. His silk robe fluttered to the carpet as he walked to me and he was as naked now as I was. Even at forty, he had a magnificent physique, highly maintained for the movie roles he still took on. He was in full erection. Reaching me, he palmed my belly with one hand and cupped my chin with the other, turning my face to his for a deep kiss. He was a good four inches taller than I was. He was already sheathed for action. I could feel him rubbing up my back from the waistline.

As we kissed, he moved his hands over my body, cupping my balls and stroking my cock briefly before going down on his knees behind me, gripping my hips between his hands, and jutting my pelvis back toward him. The four men sitting in the chairs facing us, watched with close attention. I knew I was playing a role for their sexual titillation, and I played it as well as I could. I raised my arms and pressed my palms to the warm glass of the French door, resting my cheek there too, and moaned, whispering, “Yes, yes, fuck me” in a breathy tone that I knew would reach the four men in the chairs, as he ran his tongue between my buttocks cheeks and opened up my entrance with it. I reached my hands back to cover and spread my glutes. Matteo pulled back occasionally to show the voyeurs my slowly spreading, pulsing hole.

I could see the other men in my peripheral vision. They had spread their robes open and shucked them off their shoulders altogether. They were all naked. Their fitness varied but they all were in erection and were handing their cocks. They stayed in erection for so long subsequently that I assumed that some or all of them had taken enhancement pills.

None of us said anything other than the few murmurings that came from the watching men and my own low moans and pants and occasional murmurings of being prepared and taken well. Part of my profession was to be able to gauge whether what the men wanted was a conquering victory over reluctance and eventual surrender to their “mastery” or whether, like now, I was to appear, at least, to be overwhelmed with want for them, no matter how well-endowed or masterful they were. This was a “Do it. Take me. I want you all” moment, and that was what I was playing to. I panted and moaned, gasping now and again. Matteo grunted as he worked me, but the afternoon progressed with just a low sound of a young man being used for the pleasure of five older men.

Matteo stood, moving his body up mine from behind. I moved to take my arms down, but he gripped my wrists and put me back in position. One hand palmed my lower belly again, pulling my hips back toward him. I opened the stance of my legs to maintain balance.

“Yes, yes. Fuck me!” I exclaimed to heighten the atmosphere of my need and want, and murmurs of excitement rolled through the semicircle of voyeurs. Matteo, the actor, knowing full well what I was playing to but no doubt confident he could break me down to genuine submissiveness as he wished, gave a little laugh.

Matteo’s other hand was putting his cockhead in position, and I gasped as the thick, sheathed shaft entered me enough to challenge my sphincter muscle, which, as I relaxed, knowing what this was about and what was expected of me, yielded to him.

“It’s so big,” I whined, “Please go slow. Be good to me. Oh, fuck, it’s so big,” bringing forth another fluttering of sighs from the voyeur gallery.

Other than declaring intent, he did not force himself deeper at once, but moved the free hand to cupping my chin again. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck. I trembled in his embrace.

The thrust was sudden and deep. I gasped and exclaimed, my “Oh, fuck!” cutting through the silence of the room and causing a stir in the chairs behind me. But they settled down, as did I as Matteo held my trembling body in thrall and fucked me from behind. Slow thrusting to my moans. Deeper, faster thrusting to my groans. Cruel, hard, finishing-off thrusting to my cries and writhing within his grasp. I was a novice at this. I’d never been taken so cruelly before.

He started out slow, languidly, but he picked up in intensity and vigor. The hand that had been palming my belly moved down to take possession of and to stroke my cock. He continued pumping me to his tensing, jerking, and ejaculation, which came after I had splashed my load against the glass of the door, and after he withdrew, snatched off his condom, and came on the small of my back, at the top of the crevice between my buttocks cheeks.

He moved away from me then, but only to be replaced by the other younger man, a Germanic blond, quite muscular and handsome, who put his hands on me, swung me away from the window, and just pressed me down on all fours on the carpet. It wasn’t more than a moment from the time when Matteo had been inside me, his body signaling his impending release, until the German had me under him on all fours. He was mounted on me from above and behind. He thrust inside me, his shaft thicker than Matteo’s had been, his stroking more vigorous, swift and killing from the start. He pressed a foot in the back of my neck to hold me down as he fucked me in a power doggy position. My face was turned toward the men sitting in the chairs, watching, and stroking themselves. Matteo had joined them.

After the blond German had filled the bulb of his condom, he hauled me up and lowered me onto my back on the bed. It was the Graybeards’ time to enjoy me and enjoy me they did, on the bed, between my spread legs, on my back, in my throat. Not one of them held back. They worked together, their hands all over me, sharing me. They didn’t wear protection. They barebacked me. Their ejaculations were not strong or prodigious, but they were often enough in occurrence, that cum was dribbling out of me and my skin was slick with their jism.

When the group was done, I was left alone, on my back on the bed, with Matteo. He turned me on my belly, pulled me back to the end of the bed, put my ankles on his shoulders, and grasped my hips between his hands. I heard the snap of the condom being rolled on, jerked and huffed at the thrust of his cock up into me, and lay there, panting and moaning, as, pulling me back and forth on this cock. He tensed, pulled out of me, jerked the condom off, and shot his load up my back. After he was gone and I had recovered from the gangbanging that had gone on for well over an hour, I went to the en suite bathroom to shower and refresh myself.

This, I thought, had been my most demanding assignment. But I had managed it—and had even gotten pleasure out of Matteo and the German.

But the session wasn’t over, I learned.

When I came out of the bathroom, the three graybeards were back in the chairs, their heads swiveling to catch my every movement. Matteo and the German were on the bed. Then I was on the bed too. The German was on his back, his hands grasping my waist as I rode his erection in the cowboy position. This had only begun when Matteo was kneeling on the bed, his knees outside of mine and the German’s thighs, and his hands covering the German’s on my waist.

I gasped and panted and whimpered as he entered my channel, sliding in on top of the German’s buried cock. They fucked me together as the three graybeards’ sat and watched and stroked their still-hard cocks. Never doubled before, I writhed and cried out for mercy until I had spread open to take them both, and then we settled down to a steady, mutually achieved rhythm. With exclamations and sighs all six of us came again almost simultaneously.

I was left on my back on the bed, the German kneeling between my spread thighs, fucking me again, as the natural light outside the bedroom’s glass French door faded and the lights of the lanterns danced in reflection off the water of Lake Como and framed the magnificent architecture of the buildings on the far shore.

The three older men each took a turn then, me on my back and just lying there, legs spread, as each moved in between my thighs and fucked me without protection.

I slept and when I woke in the middle of the night to drag myself to the bathroom for another shower and a repair and recovery of my bruised, used, and abused body, I was alone.

This was just day one of a two-day weekend at Matteo’s villa on Lake Como that I had signed up for. I was told I’d be returned to my tourist hotel in Milan at the end of the weekend and that the remainder of my fee would be deposited in my bank account then—I had already been paid enough up front for me to think that was enough even if I was stiffed for the rest. The whole arrangement was a bit cloudy, although enough had been deposited up front to cover the rest of my European travel. I took this as some sort of sexual adventure, which I had come to Europe to experience.

I’d had some inkling of what the weekend entailed and I was well trained for it in theory, but I was a novice at actual demands this high and as prolonged. I suffered through the double penetration by Matteo and the German, although I knew that increased stretching by increased doubling would make it as routine as taking a single cock. If it contributed to being able to do this with multiple men in the future, I was prepared to endure it. But I did suffer. That didn’t mean I didn’t prodigiously come myself from the experience, showing how wanton I was. I understood that they wanted rent-boys as fresh as possible. But I’d had no idea . . .

* * * *

I wasn’t a professional male whore nor had I bottomed for a gang bang before the weekend at Lake Como in Italy. I’d taken two guys at once at the most before, and that was strictly casual sex. I was promiscuous and into casual sex—at least on the European tour I was on between my first and second years of art studies in Chicago. Ever since it was legal for me to do so, I’d dropped trou and opened my legs to any good-looking guy who said pretty please and had gotten as much pleasure out of it as he had. So, it’s not like I wasn’t open to this, especially considering how much it paid. And I’d been this wanton for less than a year, so I was still pretty fresh to it.

Paulo may have thought I was more experienced than I was when he observed me dancing the pole by audience participation offer a week earlier in a Milan gay bar, especially since I let him take me to a sleazy hotel room afterward where I enthusiastically and with no reluctance rode his pole in a Cowboy fuck at quite a reasonable fee. But I was drunk at the time and I also was between men. I was coming close to running out of money before my planned Italian art appreciation trip was over, and I had relied on a succession of men in the previous two weeks to carry me through. Mostly I went with older men still fit enough to be arousing, the bigger and harder the cock the better, and I had no shortage of older men propositioning me, a young, good-looking, fit, blond American. When I needed a financial infusion, I purposely located myself in places where hookups were being made. Turning a trick or two a day was keeping me financially steady, if not flush, on my Italian tour.

It helped that I found Italian men sexy.

Paulo was supposed to be just another one of those men. Instead, though, Paulo was a pimp putting together a group of young guys to service a high-roller men’s fetish club weekend up at Lake Como. The money he cited was quite good. I was still a little drunk when I’d agreed to do the gig.

I had known the gig involved being bedded by men.

“Even by several men in the same session,” Paulo had said, giving me a hard look.

“OK,” I said, after a bit of a pause.

“Very likely including a double or two.”

“A double?” I asked. I didn’t really know what he meant. He maybe thought I was negotiating.

“You know, two guys in there together at the same time.” And then when I didn’t respond immediately, he said, “I could sweeten the pot another 500 euros. I can’t say that they won’t demand that, though. And once you’re there, you’ll do what they want. You won’t have a choice.”

I agreed. So, I certainly couldn’t say I wasn’t told. I just hadn’t experienced it before so I had no idea how intense it could be.

“You and other guys we take will serve the drinks and the canapés for a men’s fetish club gathering—very rich and powerful men. You’ll be dressed to be noticed. At some point there will be an auction.”

“An auction?”

“Yeah, of servicing by you guys. It won’t be a regular auction, though. There won’t be one winner. This is a club of men who like to watch before they take what they want. They’ll have the enjoyment of watching you being waiters for their cocktail hours. Those who win in the auction will have the enjoyment of watching you being covered by others. Then they will enjoy covering you themselves. The sex will go on for hours. Do you believe you can do this for the money being given?”

“Yes,” I answered, taking into consideration the large fee involved and also intrigued and aroused at the whole idea of it. I was as narcissistic as the next young good-looking man. I had a great body and put in a lot of work to keep it sculpted. I didn’t mind being ogled—even during sex with someone else. The image of five older men laying me on a divan and exploring my body completely with their hands and mouths before, while the others touched me, mounting and screwing me, one after the other, turned me on.

“Good. There will be a minimum bid set on each of you. Whatever bidders go above that minimum will be given time with you.”

“All together?”

“Yes, altogether. That’s part of this club’s fetish. They are group voyeurs.” I must have given him a sour look, because he added, “I guess I could go an additional 500 euros for that.”

I’d said OK, and it unfolded as Paulo indicated it would—to a point. From the beginning, he’d said, “At the end of the weekend, I’ll bring you all back here from the lake.” But that’s not how it went down.

* * * *

Sunday wasn’t anything like Saturday at Matteo’s Lake Como villa. The auction and the supply of the same rent-boys was just like Saturday, but the fetish club members who showed up were an entirely different sort of man. On Saturday, they’d been elegantly dressed and exuding money and influence on the lakeside terrace as everyone was arriving. On Sunday, it was like a bikers’ meet. Sunday was leather day at Matteo’s. Even the movie star was decked out in leather pants and boots, bare-chested, and with black-leather chest harnesses.

The men must be as well-heeled as the Saturday crowd to be able to afford this fetish, but they were younger, on the average than those who were there on Saturday and, on the whole, more muscular. They were also more demanding and cruel.

There were six of them, to Saturday’s three, who bid on me enough to become voyeurs in my bedroom to watch Matteo fuck me in front of the French window. This was different—more brutal—than how it played on Saturday, though. An X-frame had been brought in and erected in front of the window. And a black leather sling was hung from ceiling hooks in the corner of the room that I hadn’t noticed before. There also were light poles providing color-changing strobe lighting and two men roaming around with cameras.

I was hung, facing the window, from the X-frame, and the six leathermen who had successfully bid on spending time with me remained in voyeur form only as long as it took for Matteo to work me over, first with a hand whip, and then with his hands and mouth and fist, in the end, palming my belly and pulling my hips back, mounting me, and fucking me hard and deep to his sheathed ejaculation.

Then he turned me over to the six men. Another of the rent-boys was brought in, and the afternoon became a filmed orgy to seven leathermen working over two rent-boys under colored strobing lights and the whirring of video cameras. The bed and surrounding floor were covered in vinyl sheets that kept the body fluids and smattering of blood from the whipping—and the beating, as well—from spoiling the décor.

I think all of the leathermen got their share of doubling both me and the other rent-boy before I managed to escape. And I did manage to escape. I think if I hadn’t, they might have finished me off. That probably was the plan. They certainly seemed to be headed in that direction. I had managed to slip into the bathroom while they were all circling the other rent-boy and putting him on the bed for an all-points assault. I dashed under the shower to wash the worst of the blood and cum off of me. Luckily I had put my clothes in the cabinet under the sink there. When I slid out of the room, the cameramen were facing away from me and intent on filming four leathermen standing over the rent-boy’s body on the bed while one was fucking him in the missionary position and another one was feeding his cock down the rent-boy’s throat. The four standing leathermen were pissing on the rent-boy’s torso. The cameramen were absorbed in recording it all.

I managed to slip out of the room and down to the carpark, where I had been told Paulo would be waiting from Sunday afternoon into the evening to gather the rent-boys he had contracted for the weekend and drive them back to Milan. He, of course, was not there, and I would never see nor hear from him again. I also wouldn’t see any more fee money deposited to my back account. That didn’t surprise me.

It took me the rest of the evening and much of the night to hitchhike my way back to my tourist hotel in Milan. Luckily Italian men are raunchy, ever on the make, and many of them make no bones about who they are boning—female or male. I was taken in a missionary in the hay on the back of one man’s truck to move a good bit of the way toward Milan, and I sat in the lap of an older, obviously rich man, in a sleek Mercedes sedan in a grove of trees at the edge of the lights from Milan, stripped down and facing him, and rode his cock.

He—Gasparo—drove me all the way back to my hotel in Milan, waited for me to gather my stuff and settle my bill, and then drove me to his own luxurious flat near the art museum, where he was a curator as well, I gathered, as some sort of hereditary Italian nobleman. It was a good exchange. He helped complete my art tour of Italy in exchange for room and board and frequent fucks for two weeks. He was elderly and we had to work a bit to get him hard enough for me to ride him, but he was good-natured and very grateful to have a young blond American to himself for a couple of weeks.

Had the loose-sex Lake Como weekend scared me off of casual sex? I certainly couldn’t say that it had. Whenever I needed help to get hard for a stranger who was going to cover me, all I had to do was to think back on the events of that weekend.

The two men emerged from the sea their skins glistening under the sun. They were perfect images of masculine beauty. One was dark with long hair. The other was blonde with a perfect face. They were both wearing board shorts and carrying surfboards. One had been born in Hawaii and the other in Australia. They had bonded over the passion for surfing and movies.

“That was fun,” Koani said.

“You bet mate” Mitchell agreed.

Jake Kaoani had arranged a meeting with Chris Mitchell at his beach house. The two actors had similar careers. They had both started acting on TV shows when they were teenagers. Mitchell and Kaoani had become action stars by playing superheroes inspired by mythology.

“Now what if we made a movie together?” Kaoani said.

“Great but is there a script” Mitchell responded.

“Clash of the Gods” Kaoani said smiling and handed Chris the manuscript.

“You wrote this?”

“Yes, I did”

“I’m impressed Mr Kaoani” Chris said.

“It means vibrations” Jake said.

“What does?”

“My last name” Jake was proud of his Hawaiian heritage.

“Good vibrations?”

“Only the best” Jake said smiling.

“But will the studios agree to this?”

“Why not? Our last films were enormous success!”

“You make a very convincing agent Jake” Mitchell said.

 “But you like the idea?

“Sure, I think that would be great of course we could co-star in another project too.”

“I’ve written other scripts” Jake said.

“For us?”

“I know it would be fun collaborating with you?”

“Are you up to the challenge?” Mitchell asked.

“Well, I ‘vet talked to C.P. about you” Kaoani said using a nickname for Cameron Potter an actor who had co-starred with Mitchell on his last picture.

“Potter was a fun co-star?” Mitchell said smiling remembering the hot times he had shared with Potter who had transformed himself from a chubby comedian to a muscular action star.

“He said you are real top man on the set.”

“I can be with the right co-star” Mitchell said winking

“How about me? “Kaoani leaned over and kissed Mitchell on the lips.

  “Hmm seems like you have another sort of role in mind?”

Mitchell felt his cock get hard as Kaoani reached down and massaged his thighs.

“I think we better take this inside,” Jake said.

“Good idea mate

Mitchell and Kaoani were both in top physical condition. Personal trainers kept them in strict regimen of exercises to attain their superhero physiques. The two men also had very straight images. Koani has been married and had a kid. Mitchell had a Spanish girlfriend; but like other well-known Hollywood stars in private they enjoyed gay sex.

“Come here” Kaoani said kissing Chris Mitchell

“So, they are going to be lovers?” Chris asked as he kissed Jake back.

“Our characters yeah sure” Kaoani said as he kissed Chris again.

“Fuck buddies” Mitchell suggested tearing off the Hawaiians star t shire exposing a well-muscled torso.

“That works for me “Kaoani felt Chris licking his nipples.

“Let’s get naked mate,” Mitchell said pulling off his board shorts. He was wearing a jock strap beneath.

“Love those” Jake said.

“You do?” Mitchell asked.

The two men faced each other. Mitchell was 6’3’’ 185 lbs Kaoani was slightly taller at 6’4’ 200 lbs they did look like a pair of mythological gods come to life.

“We should get rid of this,” Kaoani said pulling on Mitchell’s jock strap.

“Good idea mate” Mitchell said noticing Kaoani’s bulging shorts.

“I like the way you kiss” Kaoani said.

“Did Porter tell you that too?” Chris said as the stars kissed again.

“Yeah, he also said you are one hot fuck.” 

“I can be mate,” Mitchell said licking Kaoani’s hairy pits.

The two men kept kissing and licking each other’s body until they ended up in the master bedroom.

“I want you” Kaoani said pulling Mitchell on top of him.

Mitchell said pulled off Kaoani’s shorts releasing a hard ten-inch cock.

“Nice one mate” Mitchell licked the head of Kaoani’s cock head.

“Oh yes “Kaoani said as he watches Mitchell swallowing his manhood. There was nothing more erotic than watching such a masculine man giving into his gay desire.

“Hmmm” Mitchell mumbled as he savored the hard shaft in his mouth.

       “You like my cock? “

“Hmm good” Mitchell said as he tried to swallow the entire dick.

   “I got to taste yours too,” Kaoani’s said, and he maneuvered Mitchell into a sixty-nine position.

The two men both sucked each other’s cocks.

“You are better than Potter” Mitchell said as he enjoyed the feel of Kaoani’s lips on his dick.

Jake and Chris were both alpha tops, so they wrestled on the bed to see who going to be the first to get fucked.

“I want your ass “Kaoani said.

       “Never get fucked mate.”

“But you are so pretty” Kaoani said caressing the Australians handsome face.

“I bet you fuck good too” Mitchell said feeling the heftiness of Jake’s cock.

“Need to be inside of you man” Kaoani said his fingers prying open the Australians ass. Chris had been fucked when he was starting out in the business.  He had not really enjoyed it but he had given in to get a role, but this felt different.  He trusted Jake in a way he had never trusted another man and he was willing to bottom.

     “Go for it mate” Chris said as he turned over and spread his butt cheeks

       Kaoani started to rim Mitchell’s ass.

“Jake shit “Mitchell pulls his legs father apart letting Koani have a better access to his ass.

“You like that bro?

“Oh yes” Mitchell feeling the Jake’s tongue go deeper into his tight hole.

Jake had grabbed a bottle of lube from a bedside table and poured a heavy coating on his cock.

  “Going to fuck you good bro.”

Chris gritted his teeth as he felt the cock head entering his ass.

“Easy does it mate”

“Open up for me!” Jake said as he penetrated Mitchel’s ass.

Chris felt the shaft inside his ass now. The thickness was opening him up and a deep pleasure filled every inch of his body.

“It’s too big Jake.”

“You can take it!’ Jake said as he began to fuck Chris.

Mitchell began to enjoy the thrusting motions of this big man ravaging his ass. In his mind he saw the scene, as it was a movie. The two superheroes making love in a golden chamber.

  “Fuck me mate!” Chris pleaded.

     Kaoani was going crazy with lust as he rode Mitchell’s ass.

“Take my load!”

“Breed me mate! “Chris said as he felt his ass filled with Jake’s warm cum

“Yeah stud! “ Kaoani said

“I need to cum mate,” Chris said turning over revealing a hard cock.

“Let me “Jake and started to jerk off Chris.

     “Going to cum mate” Chris said as he orgasms all over his chest.

“Hmm good” Jake said licking the Australian’s star cum

“That was hot mate.”

“It was” Kaoani said.

“We go to get that movie made” Mitchell said.

”  And fuck some more! “Kaoani said kissing Mitchell.

The two movie gods embraced bathed in a perfect golden light of sexual bliss.

The End

The first time I’d met Grandma Ethel was just over a year ago. My mother had been her only daughter but mom had issues, and ended up drifting further and further away from her family. That was the reason I’d only met that side of my family so recently, and it sucked that only a few months later, Grandma Ethel passed away. I didn’t go to the funeral but I was invited to the reunion, one full year after her death. It would be a big one, with relatives coming in whom I’d never met a day in my life, from all over the US and even a few who’d set up shop in Canada, the UK, and Europe.

I’d been told there was plenty of space at Grandma’s massive house for most of us to stay for a few days but I still felt somewhat awkward around them, and so I rented a room in the motel on the other side of town. It was not only cheap, but being that the old family house was well into the country, it would be easier for me to get in a last minute hook up.

I was a good looking man: tall, slim and caramel-skinned. I had a nice-sized dick too but I preferred to bottom, and I loved chocolate men. Dark-skinned dudes just turned me on, and there was a plethora of such men in the state of Louisiana: from openly gay, to bisexual, to men on the down-low; and I intended to get a good few loads in before I headed back to New York.

That was how I ended up face-down and ass-up on the bed, getting my asshole plowed open by Leon Kingsley. He’d been staying the night at the same motel that I was, and he was just what the doctor ordered. He was older than me by at least two decades, a handsome muscular DILF in his fifties, with a big-ass dark-chocolate dick.

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Shit! Oh shit, gimme that dick!” I growled into the pillow.

My asshole was fluttering on that dick. He was giving it to me so gotdamn good that I could barely get my words out between howls. I tooted my ass up even further, arching my back in deeper as he crouched over me, held me by the waist and hammered that dick in me, his swinging bull-nuts smacking my taint like a pair of fucking wrecking balls!

“SHIT!” I screeched.

“Yeah, boy! Fuck! Your pussy’s so fucking wet! You ain’t never had dick like this, huh?”

“N-Never!” I whimpered, gripping the pillow tighter as that massively thick ten-inch ass-plunger gouged into my guts and my asshole got to quivering all over again. His thrusts increased in ferocity and soon the bed was rocking hard, and the headboard was thumping the wall over and over, as the neighboring guests started knocking in frustration.

“Shit! Almost there, boy! SHIT! AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!” Leon roared.

“Yes! YES! YES! OH FUCK YES! BREED THAT ASS, DADDY!”

Leon’s nut filled me like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d never had a man pump me so full so damned fast. It was like his dick and balls were a hydraulic system just flushing all that hot cum up into my bowels. I curled my toes and grinded my asshole down on the rot of his throbbing dick until he collapsed forward on top of me, glazed in sweat and panting like a racehorse.

“Shit! Shit, you got some good ass, young buck!” he gasped.

“Mmm hm! You filled me up real nice, Daddy! I needed that nut!”

“Seems so. Gimme fifteen minutes and we can go for round two.”

“You’re not shitting me?”

“Not at all. Scout’s honor,” he purred, then asked “Don’t you want to cum?”

“I don’t need to cum. So long as my top breeds the hell outta me, I’m good.”

“Fuck yeah! You’re my kinda bottom!”

Well, gotdamn! My pussy started flexing and he chuckled as he started grinding that big-ass dick round and round inside me. That dick felt perfect, and I knew I was going to miss it once we were through, even considering that it was just a one-night stand. Good dick was good dick, after all.

* * * * * *

Leon stayed the night and thoroughly wrecked my asshole. My pussy was still throbbing with the early morning shafting when my sleep-hazed brain sensed him getting up and pulling on his clothes. He said he had come to town on business, so I was not surprised when I woke up again much later, and found that I was alone. I smiled the biggest smile, folding my arms behind my head and savoring the throbbing ache in my bowels. Leon had fucked me good, and I knew I would remember it for a long while to come.

Having been so thoroughly fucked, it took me a while to get myself together, and by the time I got to the family house, I was late. Not that it mattered, as the aunties I had met previously greeted me and fixed me a nice plate. I had a good time too, meeting and chatting with all my brand new relatives.

After some time, Auntie Lashauna came up and took me around to introduce me to yet another relative. I had done pretty well for myself, considering that my parents had been far from the best, and she was eager to show me off and get me integrated into the family.

“This is your great uncle. Your great grandfather was quite a busy man, and he’s Grandma Ethel’s youngest brother by a different mother. He hasn’t been back to the US in a while since he’s lived in Australia for quite some time,” she explained.

HO-LY-SHIT!

That was the only thought that ran through my mind in that moment as he smiled and stretched his hand forward. It was him! It was Leon Kingsley! The man who had fucked my brains out mere hours ago was stood in front of me, and Auntie Lashauna was telling me that he was my great uncle? My Grandma’s half-brother?

“Nice to meet you, nephew,” he said.

“Uh yeah! Nice to meet you too, Unc. I can call you Unc, right?” I asked, having caught myself before the situation became awkward.

“Sure you can,” he said, his smile broadening as he massaged the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Well, that’s the end of the intros,” Auntie began, then got interrupted as her six year-old grandson screamed. “Oh Lord! What now? I gotta go, so I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“Nice seeing you again,” he said, once she was out of earshot.

“I can’t say I’m not glad but aren’t you kinda freaked out by the fact that you fucked your nephew this morning?” I said in a low voice.

“Not at all! With an ass that sweet, you could be my own biological son and I’d still fuck the shit outta you.”

Well damn! I hadn’t expected that but it sure made my dick hard. Having been a bit of a porn addict in my teenage years, I had long harbored a fantasy of getting fucked by a family member. I had lots of male cousins on my dad’s side, and damned near all of them were fine as fuck! As a gay boy growing up, of course I jacked off imagining them digging my guts out. I just never expected that my fantasy would have actually come true.

“To be honest, Unc, you got my asshole quivering right now. I’ve always had incest fantasies.”

“And I’ve lived them,” Leon admitted. “Spending summers here, I was steady fucking two of my male cousins in secret, plus I’ve fucked more than a few of the guys here today. As for my mom’s side, her own brother popped my virgin cherry when I was just seventeen. It was alright for what it was, but it was then that I decided I preferred topping over bottoming any day.”

“Shit! That’s hot! You got me all the way horned up now, Unc!”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” he said with a smirk.

“So, shall we sneak out of here back to the motel?”

“I got a better idea, if you’re up for an adventure.”

“If it means I get your big-ass dick inside of me again, then count me in.”

Uncle Leon led the way as we entered the house through the back and snuck past the gossiping women in the kitchen. The old family house was truly massive with three stories, more like a manor than a mere house. We crept our way upstairs and down the long first floor landing to the bedroom at the very end.

“This is my old room. I made the bed just this morning,” Uncle Leon explained, closing the door and slipping out of his jeans, his magnificent ten-inch dick throbbing and hard as steel.

I followed suit and seconds later, I was muffling my moans with the edge of the blanket as Uncle Leon ate my ass. He had his face buried between my buns, and his tongue was burrowing like a mole through soft soil, making me shudder and my asshole quiver. I clenched my toes and my eyes rolled up in my head.

“OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod!” I whimpered, over and over as pleasure surged through my body. “Oooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck!”

“Mmm hmm!” he growled and lightly smacked my ass-cheeks, making my entire body quake.

“Oh fuck, Leon! Put that big dick up inside me, Unc!” I hissed, ready to live my incest fantasy for real, as his bulbous dickhead nudged my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “Oh fuck yes, Unc! Push that big dick in my ass!”

“Mmm hm! Sweet fucking ass too, nephew! Oooh shit!” he groaned as he buried his entire dick.

It stuffed, stretched and filled me, and my eyes rolled up in my head from the sensation of pure pleasure. It throbbed and I gasped, flexing my hole on it. I bit my bottom lip and began to slid back and forth on it, fucking myself on that big-ass dick.

“Shit! Yes! Shit! Oh fuck!” he grunted, letting me do my thing. “Gotdamn! Look at those caramel ass-cheeks riding my big ol’ chocolate dick! Oooooh fuck, nephew!”

“Mm hm! Mmm hm!” I whimpered, looking back over my shoulder as I threw my ass back on him, smacking my caramel booty-cakes to his flat v-cut pelvis; feeling every inch of that big dark-chocolate dick gouging my insides and pleasuring my chute. I arched my back as I wiggled my booty on the base of his dick, then he took control.

“Shit! Ah fuck, shit!” he growled as he grabbed my waist and proceeded to clap my cheeks like nobody’s business.

I was in heaven, and I didn’t give a gotdamn if anybody heard us fucking. All that mattered was Uncle Leon’s big black dick digging into my caramel pussy. He was fucking me so damned good. I rocked back to meet his thrusts, and he gripped my waist even tighter and pounded my pussy harder; getting it sloppy wet as I started creaming on his dick.

“Ooooooooh shit! Ooooh fuck me, Unc! Ohmygod! Oh shit!” I howled into the blanket.

Uncle Leon kept on smashing my cakes and digging my guts out like I was the last man-pussy on Earth. He was lost in the pleasure of the fuck, just like I was as I savored his steady but rapid thrusts. He dug his fingers into my skin, gripping my waist extra-tight and hard as he went crazy banging my guts, and I gripped the blanket even tighter; knowing he was about to cum before he even said it.

“Ah shit! Gonna cum, nephew! Gonna breed your sweet caramel pussy, baby! Oh shit! Uuuuuuurrrrrrggghhh!” he growled, trying to keep his volume down as that big-ass dick flooded me for the second time that day; his massive load gushing out like a dam that had just been opened.

“Yes! Yes! Oh shit yes! That feels so gotdamn good, Unc!” I sighed, my pussy pulsing on his throbbing dick.

It felt so good to get deep-fucked and seeded, especially by a man who truly appreciated the experience. Uncle Leon stayed buried balls-deep inside of me for a few moments longer, then pulled out nice and slow. His dick popped free all wet and dripping cum. He lightly smacked my buns, playing with them.

“Damn, you got a nice fat ass, nephew. But you know, a few of your cousins were commenting on how nice this ass looks, and how much they’d enjoy fucking you. Would you like that? Consider it a welcome-to-the-family gangbang.”

“Hell yeah, I’d love that! I’m all for taking family dicks and loads today!”

“I can tell. Wait right here, and get that caramel ass tooted up. We’re gonna tear your pussy up.”

I could not believe my incest fantasy was coming true, and not just with Uncle Leon but with other members too? I wished I had been introduced to the family years earlier. I would have been getting fucked silly left and right. My asshole fluttered and started drooling Uncle Leon’s load just as the door opened. I looked back to see a younger man, maybe around nineteen years old: tall, slim and chocolate-skinned. He slipped off his sweatpants and I gasped. He had a massive dick, somewhere between twelve and thirteen inches, thick as a baseball bat and with a pair of low-hanging bull-balls to boot.

“Wazzup, cuzzo!” he greeted, walking up to me and pawing my bare ass. “I’m Jamari.”

“Nice to meet you, Jamari. You know who I am, so how about we quit the formalities and you get on top and wear my ass out!”

“Uncle Leon was right. You don’t play when it comes to dick!” Jamari grinned and clambered on top of me, crouching over me as he sank his giant dick inside me.

“Fuck!” I growled, feeling the stretch; feeling his giant dick sink balls-deep. “Ooooooh shit! Damn, that’s a big dick!”

“Don’t worry! It’ll feel real good soon,” Jamari assured as he hugged me round the waist and started to fuck.

My eyes shot open and I groaned with pleasure. He was right. That dick felt amazing, and he sure knew what the fuck he was doing. I’d taken really big dicks before but for a guy so young, Jamari was an ass-expert.

“Oh shit! Holy shit! Damn, that dick feels so good!” I moaned.

“Mmm hm! Your cum-filled ass feels amazing too,” he whispered as he began long-stroking, and his bull-balls started to slap my taint.

“Ooh shit! Holy shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I was in heaven again. Every stroke from Jamari was pure joy. My pussy was quivering around that giant dick. My mind started going numb to all but the feeling of that truly massive dick gouging my cum-filled depths. I pushed up and back to meet his thrusts.

“Oh shit, cuzzo! Oh shit!” he growled. “Gimme that ass! That shit feels good! Throw that caramel pussy back on my dick!”

I did just that and we fucked each other in tandem, as he tightened his hold on my body, gripping and pawing my meaty chest as he picked up speed and clapped my booty like there was no tomorrow.

“Shit! Shit! Agh shit, cuz! I’m about to bust!” he growled.

“Yeah! Bust that nut in me, Jamari! Don’t pull out! Shoot that nut all up in me!”

“Agh shit! Auuuuurrrggghh! Aggggh shit! Shit! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!”

Jamari was cumming, and cumming hard and fast and deep, pumping me full of nut just like Uncle Leon had. I couldn’t help but wonder if all the men in the family shot giant loads like that but I knew I was about to find out. Jamari slowly pulled out of me, and the moment his elephant dick popped free, I felt the warm flow of cum from my asshole.

“Damn, cuz! Your pussy is open!” Jamari exclaimed as he pulled on his sweatpants. “No worries though. The next man is gonna fill you right up!”

I looked forward to it, and he certainly did. The next man filled me, and the guy after him flooded me. The guy after him did the same, as did the sixth man. By the time the last guy bred me, I had been fucked and seeded by nine different men. Nine of my male relatives had entered, fucked and shot their loads in my cummy guts, and I loved it. I lay there, on my stomach on the bed, catching my breath and savoring the afterglow of taking so many big loads; my caramel man-pussy throbbing strong and aching sweetly deep within. There was no feeling in the world quite like it. Then, I felt thick fingers exploring my hole.

“One more load before we get you back downstairs, nephew,” Uncle Leon purred. “Your aunties are starting to miss you, and you know how nosey women can get sometimes.

I pushed my ass up as best I could, taking one more world-shaking balls-deep ass gouging before Uncle Leon seeded me, then pulled out and got me cleaned up. Even as much cum as I’d farted out in the bathroom, while I was chatting and sipping my drink, I paused, feeling warm cum drool from my utterly abused asshole. I looked over to Uncle Leon, who caught on and smiled. I had never been more happy for jet-black denim jeans than I was in that moment.

* * * * * *

After the festivities, I made it back to my motel room, sometime just before ten o’ clock that night. I only got a few hours’ sleep before I was awakened by a knock at the door, and the light and buzzing of my cellphone. I groggily checked the screen and saw it was Uncle Leon messaging me. It was three in the morning, yet he was at my door. It was still dark outside as I opened and saw Leon, Jamari, and three other cousins who had all fucked me earlier.

“What’s going on?” I asked, as Uncle Leon walked in, followed by the others.

“We only have a weekend to spend together, and we know you’re heading back to NYC after today,” he began. “So we decided, why not give you a good fucking that you won’t forget while you’re here?”

“Plus, we really want some more of that ass,” Jamari chimed in. “You have no idea how good that sweet caramel pussy is, do you cuzzo?”

“Good enough for all you horny mofos to show up at my motel room at three in the morning,” I joked, wiping the sleep from my eyes, fully awake and fully turned on. “Get naked and let’s get this party started.”

I was already naked, preferring to sleep in the nude. I wanted to take it on my back and Jamari was the first to mount me, pinning my knees to my chest as he pushed that giant chocolate baseball bat of a dick inside me, my pussy squelching as I was still slick from all the deeply-buried loads I’d taken that afternoon.

“Oh shit, cuz!” Jamari moaned, as he pressed his v-cut waist up against my balls. “Such a sweet fucking pussy!”

“Go on, big boy! Pound the hell outta me,” I encouraged, reaching up and pinching his stiff nipples.

Jamari smiled and started to fuck me in earnest, balls-deep on every one of those long-ass strokes, his balls smacking my buns. I bit my bottom lip, and Jamari craned his head back, closed his eyes and savored pounding the crap out of me. I turned and looked at Uncle Leon. He grinned.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah!” I gasped, as Jamari stabbed deep, making my toes curl tight.

“Mmm hm! I can see that,” he chuckled. “You know, I have a few more days of vacation left before I head back to Australia, and I’ve always wanted to explore New York City.”

Of course my answer was yes, or at least it would have been, but just then Jamari started to fuck me harder, slapping his pelvis to my taint and making me cry out with pleasure. My eyes rolled up in my skull, and I grabbed the edges of the mattress just as the headboard started banging against the wall, and the next door guests began complaining.

I wasn’t trying to snoop on my son’s computer. It just kind of happened.

My laptop had died suddenly and the new one I ordered was being delayed in shipping by a couple of days. Thankfully, T.J. was home from college after his freshman year, and he even helped me pick out the specs for my new computer. He’s a computer science major, a smart kid, and is into computers maybe the way I’m into cars. 

I’d retired from the Marines a couple of years ago and now was doing consulting work, mostly from home. I had a report to get out that Monday and finished it mid afternoon. I double checked and proofread it, then hit send. It was about 3 and I figured I’d have time to get a good workout in then get a start on dinner. My wife Jenn worked 9 to 5 so I’d learned how to do some basic cooking a few nights a week. 

But before I powered down T.J.’s computer, I made sure I moved my report to my thumb drive. Then I saw the file in the general area of his hard drive. TheColonel.jpg. That was T.J.’s nickname for me all through his teen years, a combination of respect and playfulness. When he addressed me, it was Dad or “sir” but to his buddies, he’d refer to me as The Colonel.

Almost without thinking, I clicked the image. 

Holy fuck. The picture was very realistic, and at a quick glance it might take someone a minute to realize it was fake. I knew immediately, because a rendered version of my face was combined with a giant, steroid-huge muscle body. Like a bodybuilder pumped to obscene proportions, standing shirtless in a hallway. The uniform pants weren’t completely right, since the AI parameters had morphed a Marine Corps enlisted uniform with cargo pants. And the setting seemed weird and generic, like a cross between a hotel room and a military barracks. 

But the picture was recognizably me, or supposed to be me. Medium-cropped silvery hair, and my face, blurred only a little bit by the generator software.

I wasn’t dumb. T.J. had never come out or indicated he was gay or bi or anything. But he clearly had made this hypersexualized image of me for a reason. 

Yeah, I clicked around. My son didn’t hide his stuff, and there was a file labeled Porn and one labeled AI. 

A lump formed in my throat as I opened more image files. Somehow, unbelievably, they got more obscene. There was one showing me in full USMC dress uniform, belly swollen big. That one was labeled “TheColonelKnockedUp.jpg.” There were a lot of ones that T.J. clearly had used to perfect the generator prompt. Me in various staged of uniformed dress and undress, twerking, bending over, spreading my legs. I have a pretty muscular ass in real life, but my son had amped up the proportions there, making my butt obscenely round, like the buns were going to split my uniform trousers open.

I was actually breathing heavy, a little freaked out and a little turned on. It didn’t surprise me that T.J. had stuff on his computer that was wild or out there. He was a college kid, and everyone has sexual fantasies. I just didn’t expect to be the star in his. 

Maybe that made me feel better about invading his privacy. It definitely made me feel better for imagining my college-aged son as a sexual being. T.J. was a cute fucker, for sure, though in the past I thought of him in that proud parent kind of way. He’d played soccer in high school, and somehow inherited the best genes from me and his mother. He wasn’t a big meathead or anything, but he’d come home from his first year at college bulked up in all the right ways.

Apparently he fanatasized about me getting even more muscle than my ex-Marine build already had. 

My curiosity had the best of me now. I clicked back out of the AI folder and thought I’d see what kind of porn T.J. was into I expected some professional videos, maybe because that was the kind of stuff I watched when I had to take care of my orgasm on my own.

Up came a file list that was long and all similarly titled. DadFucked1, DadFucked2, and so on.

Nervously, I opened the first. I’d heard of deep fakes before but this was a slick looking video of a young guy pounding an older man. A man my age. A man with my face. There were a couple of glitches, but it looked pretty damn real, like I was bending over for some young dude T.J.’s age and getting rough fucked. 

I was hard now and embarrassed at my own erection. I couldn’t stop watching though. The video clips were on the shorter side, I guess the generator had an easier time with minute-long snippets rather than full vids. 

It was the fourth one before I hit paydirt. Me on my belly, my face looking strangely excited, while T.J. covered me tight from behind, thrusting in slow and deep. 

I unzipped, and it took about four tugs on my prick to relieve the pressure. Hard spurts of cum fired out of my cock as I watched a fake video of my son taking me from behind. 

In the post-orgasm clarity, I was a little freaked out. More than a little. But that didn’t stop me from copying all those files to my flash drive and ejecting it, to shut down. 

I was too distraught for a workout, but figured a run would clear my head. It helped, a little. 

But later that evening, T.J. knew something was off. I tried to act normal, but I just felt embarrassed and guilty. Guilty for snooping on his computer, guilty for being turned on enough to jack off, and maybe a little guilty I’d raised a fricking pervert. 

Jenn probably thought I was just frustrated by work stuff, but after she went to watch one of her favorite TV shows, it was just me and T.J. doing the dishes and cleaning up.

“You looked at my porn, didn’t you, Dad?” my son whispered as he leaned in close. I was struck at that moment how much sexier his voice had gotten over the last year. Manly, deeper, yet also young and collegiate.

I nodded. “Sorry, Teej. I shouldn’t have.”

He had a smirk. This was definitely a side to my son I hadn’t seen before. “I’m glad you did,” he said simply, taking a plate from my hand and drying it off. 

I was walking on a minefield. I knew it. T.J. knew it to but seemed to relish the danger. “Yeah?” I croaked in response. There was that complicated mix of nervousness and horniness from earlier, coming back to me now.

He nodded. “I figured if you were gonna chew me out, you’d have done it by now.” 

I guess I’d been pretty strict with the kid growing up. “I’d have to give myself a lecture first,” I admitted. I had a lot of faults, but I hated hypocrisy. 

My son seemed amused more than anything. “You enjoyed watching them, didn’t you Dad?” It was probably a hunch, but the more I blushed, the more he sniffed my fear. 

“I shouldn’t say,” I grunted.

That made T.J. smile big. “I have Wednesday off work,” he whispered. “We can try acting out one of those videos.”

This was so fucking wrong. Wrong for me to be even thinking it. Wrong for T.J. to be suggesting it. “I don’t know, son,” I replied, as quiet as I could. 

He put the towel down on the counter and turned toward me. God, I could see he had a boner in his shorts. “Yeah you do, Dad.” Then in a more conciliatory tone, “Just think about OK? Seriously, you don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about you.”

I gulped. “I’m getting a pretty good idea.”

T.J. laughed. “I’m gonna have to go watch one of those videos now,” he announced. 

He paused so our eyes locked. Goddamn it, I was a retired Colonel and my own son was making me feel like a lowly grunt. But I enjoyed the novelty and the taboo of it. My college kid was about to go jerk off to a video of him fucking me. And making no bones about it.

I couldn’t speak, I just watched like a deer in the headlights as Teej showed off his hardon one last time the strutted off to his room. 

***

My laptop arrived the next day. I knew I had to set it up and get my work stuff organized. But I also knew I wanted to watch more of T.J.’s handiwork. 

So for the next two hours I stroked and edged and watched every since one of the deepfake videos my son had created. He was a horndog with a perverted streak all right, and I was impressed with the handle of the technology. I could see the videos getting better, more realistic. The voice was the hardest to do, and sometimes he kept them with generic sex grunts, which was hot, too. 

They got progressively harder edged, too. Us in leather and me in bondage. T.J. rough fucking my throat. Me being passed around a pack of horny tops, including my son. 

The freak out I was feeling just fueled my sexual excitement and my ultimate cum. This time, I didn’t feel quite the wave of guilt as I had the day before. Maybe I was lucky I’d made this discovery.

I expected T.J. to make some lewd comment that night, but he just gave me a wink once when he wouldn’t be notice. And that was it.

***

The next morning was torture. I woke up with a killer boner but did OK hiding it. Jenn was out the door on time and I made my breakfast and checked some work emails. I rehearsed what I’d say to T.J. now that we had the day alone together. That included the ways I’d tell him now, the talk I’d have about not going too far, or crossing boundaries. 

But when I watched my son pad into the kitchen area, bare chested and in his lounge pants, I felt that lump in my throat again as my eyes followed him. T.J. was lean in build but was starting to show some real muscle, and his abs were tight and rippled, with just a dusting of brown hair that led to his adonis belt. He had a shank of morning wood poking up, but he didn’t seem self conscious about it. Instead, he just fixed himself some coffee then came over and sat across from me at the table.

“You decide, Dad?” he asked. He no longer had that smirk on his face but more of a probing, almost pleading expression. God, T.J. wanted this bad, wanted me. 

Maybe that’s what made all those rehearsed speeches of mine go out the window. “I can’t believe we’re even discussing this, son,” I said. My voice quieter, even though Jenn wasn’t home. 

T.J. shrugged. It was like he could read me, and tell that my lack of a stern no was significant in itself. “No one’s gonna know, Dad. It’d be hot as fuck.”

My son just seemed so sexual and sexually confident at that moment. A question popped in my mind. “You… um, have any experience, Teej?”

That smirk came back. “A good amount Dad,” he replied. “I’ve banged a lot of older guys… None are as hot as you, of course.”

This was flattery, but something else. T.J. seemed fixated on his old man. “I have to say, I surprised you didn’t have any normal porn on your computer,” I observed. 

He flashed a smile. “I have a hard drive of some stuff, but that’s mostly what I used to make the ones of you.”

My resistance was starting to kick in. Not fully, but I reminded myself why we shouldn’t do this. “You have me doing some pretty wild shit in those, son.”

“That weird you out?” T.J. asked. Shit, I knew the answer he wanted from me. He wanted me to say I loved watching the rough stuff with me as the porn star.

“Maybe… yeah,” I replied. I may have been the dad, but I was the vulnerable one here, and Teej was the experienced sexual hunter.

“We can take it easy, Dad,” my son said with surprising sincerity. “I know how to do that, for real.” His blue eyes looked greedily into mine. “I’d just love to tap your ass, sir.”

I wanted to form words, but they didn’t come. I was too afraid of what I might say. Afraid I might agree to sex with my son. Then afriad I’d turn him down.

T.J. wasn’t gonna give me an easy out. His smile returned as he stared me down. Then slowly, he stood up. I could see that hardon. A match for mine, and just a shade thicker. He walked around the table and then pulled the elastic over his erection, showing off his dick in all its bare glory. 

“You get me so hard, Dad,” he cooed. Giving his boner a soft stroke and then angling down toward my face. “Especially knowing you watched those videos.”

I looked up at him. Horny, but scared. I silently pled with him to cover back up. 

“Open up, Dad,” he said. Sternly and simply in his college-dude voice. “Open your mouth.”

I didn’t open wide but I parted my lips and that was enough. T.J. pressed his hard staff between my lips and against my tongue. I tasted him, tasted my own son’s precum, salty and a little floral. I swallowed it, and that action was enough to urge my son to press forward. 

My first dick to suck and it was my Teej. I did better than I expected, until I choked a little on its thickness. T.J. held steady and let me get used to him, then he used his hand to coax me up and down. He even quietly talked me through my first blowjob, instructing me on what to do. I wondered how much he’d fantasized about this moment. And I wondered how I was living up to his fantasy BJ. I wasn’t gagging or doing deep throat like the version of me in the videos. But it seemed to be enough for T.J. 

“Oh shit, Dad!” he cried suddenly. “Pull off!”

I did, just in time. He didn’t cum, but my son’s jock jerked wildly and spit out a spray of precum that became a thread dripping down the floor. It was hot as fuck to watch. Maybe that was the moment I gave into it all. To stop doubting myself or worrying about the incest thing. To stop doubting T.J. 

“Dude… first time out and you’re a fucking rock star at sucking dick,” he enthused. Smiling down on me. In a fucked up way, I was proud. 

“I can finish you off,” I offered. 

He shook his head. “I want the full ride, Colonel. Come on, let’s go back to the bedroom.”

I didn’t think to ask which bedroom, but as I followed Teej I was relieved to see he was leading me to his. With a simple motion he peeled off his lounge pants and stepped out of them, making himself completely nude in front of me. I was bigger, older, and more muscular than T.J. but he had youth on his side and was just fucking beautiful. 

I peeled off my T-shirt and started undoing my shorts. My son’s hands were already on my newly exposed muscle. “You’re a total DILF, Dad. I sommething think even my straight buddies carried a little bone for ya.”

T.J.’s lips were on my neck, in full lover mode as he pawed at me. His touch turned me on and kept me rock hard. “Just go easy, son,” I warned. “You promised.”

He pulled back and smile. “Don’t worry, Dad, I got this,” he boasted. And then he leaned in for a kiss. My own son, making with me. I sent shivers down to my toes. I loved this too much.

Teej walked me back to his bed, the covers still unmade. I’d made him do a military tuck each day when he was growing up, but he was an adult now, his own man. 

I fell back on the mattress and a second later my hunky son was on top of me. Kissing me, humping my body, feeling me up. I knew then he wasn’t lying about having done guys before, he was simply too experienced. 

“Shit, you still got that Marine muscle, all right,” he said as he leaned up and openly felt up my arms and chest and shoulders. 

I felt my dick pulse against his. “From those pictures I found, it seems like you want me bigger.”

That playful smirk came back. “All roided up and huge?” he laughed. “That’s porn Dad. Trust me… real life is incredibly hot.” He massaged my 52-year old brawn openly some more. “Though if you wanna get bigger for me, I wouldn’t object,” he winked.

I watched my son scoot down. I thought maybe he was gonna suck my dick, but he got between my legs and looked down at me. “Come on, Dad, lift your legs.”

I was scared now of being fucked for the first time, but as I lifted my legs back, Teej knelt down and started muzzling his face in my crack. Then I felt his tongue licking.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. Realizing I was about to get my ass licked for the first time.

Teej did more than lick. He munched my hole and ate me out, like I’d eat out a woman’s pussy. The more he got into it, the harder my dick got. I was now leaking pretty hard and feeling a dull pleasure in my hole. 

My kid had skills, I’ll admit. He’d barely pulled back before I felt a lubed finger press against my ring. 

“Just coming in with one, Dad,” he announced, soothingly rubbing my lower belly as he fingered me nice and slow. 

“See.. feels good, right?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” I admitted. “It does.”

The second finger felt even better. T.J. let me enjoy that for a minute before the third crammed into me, tighter and not too comfortable. But he talked me through that as well, and pretty soon I was relaxing my hole for him. 

“You’re cherry aren’t you?” he asked.

“100 percent,” I replied. 

T.J. leaned up. Somehow his teen dick was even harder and bigger. It was already slick with lube, a lot of lube from the look of it. 

“Let’s make it zero percent,” he grunted. and like that he was timing the retreat of his fingers to the inward motion of his cock. 

“HOLY fuck!” I gasped. It wasn’t pain but the psychological impact of penetration felt weird as fuck. 

I hadn’t closed up yet so Teej took advantage of his breach to power in a few more inches, before my ass rebelled and clenched up on him. 

“I’m, Colonel,” he hissed, breathing heavy and VERY turned on. A strange part of me was glad I was able to give T.J. this gift, and I could read the horny appreciation in his eyes. “Just relax, sir.”

I took some deep breaths myself. The more I tried to will my guts to feel more comfortable, the tighter I got. T.J. pulled back about an inch, which helped. Then he thrust back in that same distance, back into my tightness.

I can’t say I was enjoying this, but my son was working me open, and it was ultimately successful. 

“Gonna break you in, Dad,” he whispered, and something about that turned me the fuck on. I felt T.J. sink deep into me, all the way in.

“Oh FUCK, Dad!” he enthused. “You’re so fucking tight.”

T.J. leaned down for a quick kiss then pulled back up, making a move of placing my muscular legs on his lean shoulders. “You’re ready, Colonel,” he said. Then started fucking me. 

It should have hurt. I had a cock inside me for the first time and it was a pretty big, meaty cock, too. And T.J. wasn’t going too soft on me. My son wasn’t rough fucking like the videos but he was just on the steady side of fast as he stafted me with athletic excitement. 

He paused for a second to give me the lube. “Stroke off, Dad,” he said, holding his hips steady as he watched me squirt some liquid on my hard dick then set the bottle to the side. 

When he resumed it was like magic. The masturbation pleasure made it all click for me, and Teej was hitting some spot inside me, hard and repeatedly. 

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, Colonel?” He grunted. “Gonna cum on your son’s cock.”

His hips were faster now, pumping me deep and hard as I gave it up. I don’t remember ever cumming so hard. It was like I was gonna black out from the pleasure and the full-body pleasure.

T.J. was getting his own nut now, growling a surprisingly deep sex cry as he unloaded good and hard inside me. 

We kissed some in the afterglow and I held on to Teej until his dong softened and slipped out. 

“That was the best, Dad. Seriously,” he said, patting my chest. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” I said. I don’t know if it was guilt, but I had a lot of emotions in my head just then.

T.J.’s smile reassured me. “It’s just sex, Dad. We can talk about it, if you like. But I think I need some breakfast first, OK?”

***

We did talk about it, but something about my son’s laidback nature put me at ease. It was something that happened, and would probably happen again. Why not enjoy that forbidden, naughty fun? T.J. clearly had no qualms about it. 

He went off to the gym while I got started on my workday. A normal, ex-military dad doing my normal work. But I felt like a kid with a new toy. Come mid-afternoon, after my son had returned, I was gently knocking on T.J.’s door, nervously asking if he’d like to fuck me again. 

We took our time the second time around, with T.J. showing me some new positions. It lacked the mindfuck hotness of losing my virginity to my son, but in other ways it was hotter. Maybe because I knew Teej was gonna bone me pretty regularly now.

We were able to get back to normal before his mother came home. Good thing Teej has a better poker face than I do. And good thing I was still worked up enough to perform my conjugal duties that night. The idea I still carried some of my son’s seed inside me may have egged me on with Jenn. 

The next day, T.J. was off to work. We didn’t even have time for a quickie, but he slipped me a thumb drive when his mother wasn’t looking. 

The minute both were gone, I fired up my laptop and opened the flash drive. There was only one file. ColonelCherryBusted.jpg.

It was me all right, or an AI version of me. In full Marines dress, medals and ribbons on my jacket and cover on my head as I leaned back in an upholstered chair in some fake, nondescript living room. 

From the waist down, AI me was naked, the hamstring and calf muscle looking insanely knotted as I pulled them back to my chest and held them spread wide. 

The man’s hole, my hole, was gaping wide open and a heavy river of cum dripped out of it. Seeded and used. 

This is how T.J. saw me. 

I got a text notification. “You like it, Dad?” my son wrote.

I typed back. “You do great work Teej. Only real life is hotter.” I smiled and waited for his reply.

“Noted, sir. I’ll have to see if I can leave you like that one day soon.”

I leaned back in my desk chair, hard as a railroad spike. T.J. would have a later shift tomorrow, and maybe a couple next week, too.

Yep, semi-retirement was the best decision I ever made, I decided.

It had been two days since Kyle and Eli had taken the DNA test, we were supposed to get the results today.

At noon I text Kyle, “any news yet?”

He texts back, “not yet I just left Heather a voice mail, will let you know as soon as I do.”

By the end of the day, we still hadn’t heard from Heather. I drove home and Kyle pulled in right behind me.

He kissed me, “I still haven’t heard anything, I guess we have to wait until tomorrow.”

We looked around and saw that Eli had mowed the yard. We smiled to each other as we walked in the house.

Eli looked up from the couch as we came in, “have you heard anything about the test?”

Kyle shook his head, “sorry, no. I’m sure they will call as soon as the results are in.”

Kyle set his bag down and turned back to Eli, “thank you for mowing the grass, it looks great.”

Eli shrugged, “sure, no problem.”

Kyle and I changed clothes and we started to make dinner, Eli was helping set the table. I smiled to myself, he is a good kid and eager to pull his own weight, it wouldn’t be so bad if he did stay with us.

Just as we were ready to set the food on the table, Kyle’s phone rang. He looked at it and said, “it’s her.”

He answered, “hello, this is Kyle McCain.”

He said, “yes, thank you for calling. No that’s fine, I understand. Ok, yes, I see. And it’s that accurate? Sure, just let me know when. Thanks again for the call.” He ended the call.

Eli and I looked at each other, then to Kyle, looking for any change in his expression to let us know what she said. Kyle set his phone down as we continued to stare at him.

He took a deep breath, looked at Eli and said, “well, since school starts next month, we better get down there and register you for classes.”

Eli swallowed hard and said, “does that mean I’m staying here?”

I saw a tear at the corner of Kyle’s eye, “of course, you are my son.”

Tears rolled down Eli cheek too, he asked, “can I hug you?”

All three of us were now crying as Kyle pulled Eli in for a long hug. Once Kyle released him, Eli turned to me and gave me a hug too. Kyle gave me a kiss, and asked, “are you sure you are ok this this.”

I just nodded, “how many times do I have to tell you yes.”

We finished getting dinner ready and sat down to eat.

Kyle said, “there is some paperwork to fill out, but Heather said she would do that and bring them to my office next week, then everything will be all legal.”

Eli set his fork down, “I’m sorry I just showed up and sprung this on you guys like I did. I guess I should have maybe called and at least warned you first.”

Kyle shook his head, “you know Eli, if I had known you existed, I would have been there for you before now. I am sorry about that.”

Eli smiled, “I know, I wish mom would have told you.”

Kyle nodded, “I can’t say that I would have married her, but I would have supported you. I was still trying to figure myself out at that age, but I would have been there for both of you.”

Eli said, “thanks Kyle, for everything, and you too TJ.”

We both smiled at him and each other and continued eating.

Eli broke the silence, “so, do they have a football team at the school I will be going to?”

Kyle’s eyes lit up, “yes, I am sure they do, would you like to go out for the team?”

Eli nodded, “yeah, I was the quarterback on the junior varsity team at my old school.”

I chuckled, “a chip off the old block.”

Eli looked at me, “why, what does that mean?”

I smiled, “your dad was a star quarterback back our high school days.”

Eli grinned, “really, were you good?”

Kyle shrugged, “well, I don’t want to brag, but I won a few awards.” They started exchanging stories as I went to get our old yearbook. I opened the book and found the pictures of Kyle and the team, I showed them to Eli.

He said, “wow, I kind of look like you in these pictures, don’t I?

Kyle chuckled, “maybe a little bit.”

Eli asked, “where are the pictures of you TJ, did you play football?”

I laughed, “no, I was a bit of a bookworm, I wasn’t into sports.”

Kyle grabbed the book and turned to a picture of me, he said, “here, that’s TJ.”

Eli looked at the picture, “holy shit, you were a porker.”

Kyle said, “hey, language young man.”

Eli looked up, “oh, sorry dad… er I mean Kyle.”

Kyle paused, “you can call me dad if you want to, it’ ok.”

Eli said, “thanks dad, yeah, I think that feels right. Um, but what should I call you TJ?’

I smiled, “you can call me TJ, that’s fine with me.”

Eli looked at me, “I think I’ll just call you T, if that’s ok, it sounds cooler.”

I chuckled, “that works.”

He laughed again, “but I’m sorry, you were a porker in this picture, and that buzz cut is pretty funny.” Kyle was now laughing with him.

I said, “ha ha, very funny, yes I was a goofy looking kid, but I think I turned out pretty good, so we can just drop it.”

Of course, they didn’t drop it and they spent the rest of the night teasing me. After we had finished cleaning up, I said, “if you two are done busting my balls, I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

They gave me a couple more parting shots as I headed to our bedroom. I undressed and got into the shower and started to soap up. I minute later, the curtain opened, and Kyle got in with me, “do you need some help?”

I smiled, “are you done picking on me?”

He chuckled, “sorry, but I was trying to bond with my son.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, “I know, it’s fine.”

He said, “thank you for being here for me, and helping me deal with all of this.”

I said, “your welcome.”

Kyle went to his knees and started to suck my dick, which I hadn’t noticed was already hard. I asked, “where is Eli?”

Without taking my cock from his mouth, he said, “he’s watching a movie in the living room.”

He went back to work on my cock and started to work a finger into my ass. Just before I felt like I was getting close, I pulled him up for a kiss. I worked my way down his chest, then his stomach and landing on his beautiful dick. I swirled my tongue around his head then took him as deep as I could. He moaned, “I love it when you do that.” I, of course, had to do it again since he liked it so much. He sighed and pulled me back up for another round of kissing.

Kyle said, “what do you say we take this to the bed.”

We finished washing up and dried each other off and made our way to bed. Kyle pushed me onto my back as we continued kissing. He kissed his way down my chest and stomach, giving my cock another good sucking. He let my dick fall from his mouth and pushed my legs up, he grinned up at me as he pushed his tongue into my waiting hole. I pulled my legs up as far as I could, so he could have complete access to my ass. Once he had me good and wet, Kyle came up to kiss me again as he worked his dick into my hole. He pumped in and out driving both of us crazy with ecstasy, he pushed in as deep as he could and let out a loud groan and flooded my guts with his creamy seed. His softening cock slowly fell from my well fucked ass, I reached down to stroke my dick, Kyle pulled my hand away. He kneeled on the floor to suck me again, he had me so worked up, that it only took a few seconds for me to shoot my load down Kyle’s throat. He came back up and we shared a cum filled kiss.

I smiled up at Kyle, “I love you.”

He smiled back, “I love you too.”

We heard Eli walk down the hall going to his room, he said, “eww gross” as he walked by our closed door.

We chuckled as we crawled under the covers to go to sleep.

The next week, Heather came to Kyle’s office, and he signed all the needed paperwork. Kyle had also called Eli’s grandparents and uncle and told them that he was safe, and if they wanted to be part of his life, they would need to make the first move, we still have not heard back from them. Eli had used Coulter for his last name since his stepdad had never formally adopted him. Kyle was happy when Eli asked if he could change his name to McCain. I was so proud of Kyle, he had gone from wanting to kick Eli out on the street on that first day to being a great dad a short month later.

I got a call from Andy, we had been so busy with Eli, that I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him in a while.

I answered, “hey Andy.”

He said, “hey TJ, I was wondering if you were still alive.”

I laughed, “yeah, sorry. It’s been a little crazy around here.”

He said, “no problem, hey Jenna and I are coming to town this weekend. We got a new computer system for the store, and they have a training session on Friday.”

I said, “that’s great, yes you can come over Saturday and we’ll make dinner for you guys, you’re bringing the kids right.”

He said, “sure, they would love to see uncle TJ and uncle Kyle again.”

I decided to surprise them, I said, “we can’t wait to see you guys and we have some news to share when you get here.”

He asked, “what’s the news.”

I chuckled, “we’ll tell when you get here.”

Saturday afternoon, we let Andy, Jenna, and the kids in the front door. After a round of hugs, they saw Eli standing there.

Kyle put his arm around Eli’s shoulder, and said, “Andy, Jenna, this is my son Eli.”

Their eyes went wide, Andy looked at me, I nodded. Jenna smiled, “well, nice to meet you Eli, you look just like your dad.”

He smiled, “thanks, nice to meet you too.”

I said, “Eli, this is Drew and Emma.”

Drew looked Eli over for a minute, Eli smiled at him, “hi little dude nice to meet you.”

Drew smiled, “I brought my Legos, you want to play with me?”

Eli laughed, “sure, let’s go in the living room.”

Before long they were on the floor, playing Legos and after Emma saw that Drew was having fun, she joined them. They were laughing and wrestling around. Eli couldn’t go anywhere without his new friends at his side for the rest of their visit.

We told Andy and Jenna the whole story, Andy said, “he seems like a great kid, we’re happy for you guys.

We introduced Eli, to all our other friends and Kyle’s parents finally came for a visit. His mom was thrilled that she had a grandson, and his father was actually married.

School started and Kyle was as proud as a peacock when Eli came home to tell us he made the football team.

Eli said, “I’m not the starter, but coach said if I work hard, I should get to play quite a bit.”

Kyle smiled, “that’s great, TJ and I will be at every game.”

We were happy at the first game, when Eli got put into the game right after half time, the starting quarterback was struggling, and Eli played well enough that they won the game. We ran to the field after the game to congratulate him, just as all the other players’ parents did. We were so happy that Eli was fitting into his new school.

I got home from work the next week and was surprised when Kyle and Eli were already home. I sensed something was wrong when I walked in the door. I asked, “what’s going on?”

Kyle looked at Eli, “you want to tell him?”

Eli looked at me, that’s when I noticed the black eye. He said, “I got in trouble for fighting today, they called dad to come pick me up.”

I asked, “why were you fighting?”

Eli sighed, “Trever started it, he’s still pissed that I got as much playing time as he did in the last game. He made a comment about me having two dads. I told him to go screw himself and he jumped me.”

I looked at his eye, “are you alright?”

He grinned, “yeah, he only got in one punch, he looks much worse than I do.”

Kyle sighed, “Eli, it’s nothing to be proud of, you shouldn’t be fighting.”

Eli said, “yeah but, he has been making comments about me ever since I joined the team. What was I supposed to do?”

Kyle said, “you should have told the coach or a teacher.”

Eli looked at me, “so T, were you ever bullied in high school?”

I said, “well, maybe a little bit.”

He asked, “what did you do about it?”

I looked at Kyle and chuckled, “I married him.”

Kyle sighed, “ok, that’s a story for another time. From now on, no more fighting.”

Eli grinned at me, “ok dad, I promise no more fighting. T, we will talk later when he’s not around” Kyle rolled his eyes.

Things got better for Eli after he and Trever had to stay after practice for a week running extra sprints. The coach had a long talk with them, and I think once Trever realized Eli could kick his ass, he backed off.

Eli continued to make more friends, and our house became a hangout for him and his buddies. They were mostly all good kids, and we were happy to have them at home instead of running around on the street.

Kyle and I came home from work a few weeks later and were surprised when instead of a bunch of teenage boys, we found Eli and a cute girl sitting at the table doing homework. We stopped at the door and stared at them, we were both grinning.

Eli stood up, “stop grinning and promise me you won’t embarrass me.”

I chuckled, “oh, we would never embarrass you.”

Kyle said, “of course we won’t, who is your little friend?”

Eli rolled his eyes, “Alisha, this is my dad Kyle and his husband T. Guys this is my friend Alisha.”

Kyle smiled, “hi Alisha, it’s nice to meet you.”

I said, “yes, you two make a cute couple.”

Eli turned red, “this is what I meant about embarrassing me.”

Kyle laughed and patted him on the shoulder, “relax Eli, we will leave you two alone.”

Alisha said, “it’s nice to meet you both.” We started to leave them alone, I heard Eli say, “I’m sorry about that.”

She chuckled, “it’s ok, I think they are cute. Believe me, it will be worse when you meet my parents.”

We invited her to stay for dinner, and after she called her parents, she agreed. After we ate, Kyle and I were sitting on the couch watching tv while they finished their homework. Once they were finished, Alisha came in and thanked us for dinner and said goodbye.

We watched Eli walk her to the door, he looked back at us, and we quickly turned back to the tv. He leaned in and gave her a little kiss. He turned back to us as we were grinning at him, he turned bright red.

We looked at each other and in unison said, “eww gross.”

 

The End.

Matthew

“Ughh, Dad, do it harder, please”, my son gasped as I was fucking him in a nice, slow rythm, puncturing his prostate with every push. 

Ever since Ally had left, Louis and I had created our own, perfect version of everyday life and I was happier than ever. Sadly, I had to go to work again, starting the Monday after we came back, but my son still had a few weeks until school started. I was happy that he spent the time I was at work with his friends, but I was even happier about the blowjobs and sex I was coming home to now. Sometimes he would even gift me with a nice little quicky before I left to work in the morning. 

On the days his friends didn’t have time, Louis made sure to bring me my lunch, which I apparently forgot at home a lot, just so we could slip into the bathroom real quick for a nice little session against the tiled wall. 

He was insatiable and I was the last person to complain about it. 

Sometimes I even edged him the whole day with a vibrating buttplug, which I could control via an app on my cell phone. When I came home on those days, Louis would wait for me on all fours, naked, in front of the door and all I had to do was to pull out the plug and fill his somehow still tight hole with my cock. I felt like I was a teenager again. Crazy in love and hungry for a release all the time. Even my Coworkers made a few comments about how my divorce made me look younger. If only they knew. 

“Daddy, please”, Louis gasped, pulling me out of my thoughts. I had him bent over the kitchen counter right now, his shorts only pulled to his knees, my pants just opened enough to pull out my cock and my hand under the soft fabric of his cropped shirt, so I could play with his cute little nipples. 

I had managed to get Thursday and Friday off, “to deal with my divorce” as I had told my boss, but the real reason being a certain best friend of mine, who wouldn’t stop bothering me and my son to finally come visit. Louis and I had fucked all night, celebrating that I wouldnt have to get up early in the morning and I had thought that maybe he would have had enough for now, but as soon as we started preparing our breakfast in the kitchen, he was kneeling between my legs again, working my cock  until I had enough, turned him around, bent him over the kitchen counter and pushed inside his juicy hole in one go.  

I had decided against a rough fucking though. Because even if I loved it to fuck my son until he screamed nicely, I had already done that all night. I wanted to edge him a little bit, so he would be all riled up when we would arrive at my best friend’s house in the afternoon. 

“You’re not allowed to cum, baby”, I grunted after my first orgasm, just fucking through it, because I was getting him filled up nicely. 

“Ughhhh”, came as the only answer from my son, sounding part aroused, part annoyed, but I couldn’t care less. He already got what he wanted, with me pressing his face into the matress and fucking him hard from behind most of the night, so now it was time that I had the saying again and I was way to exhausted to rape his ass again to be honest. 

I always almost pull out of his ass, with just my tip inside him, only to push inside, hitting his prostate, before I pulled out painfully slowly again. Louis was whining and trying to push back on me, but I had his slim waist in a tight grip, making sure he had to endure the paste of our fuck I had chosen. It didn’t take long until his breathing got faster and he was pressing his legs together, in a desperate attempt to control his orgasm. 

“Daddy, I’m about to cum”, he gasped, trying to push back on my cock again. 

“You will not cum until I say so”, I grunted, feeling my second orgasm rising in my balls. 

“But Dad, I-”

“No but, Baby. If I say you’re not allowed to cum, you’re not allowed to cum.”

I knew by now that he loved it when I scolded him with my ‘Dad voice’, as he had called it, and I made sure to use it, so he had an even harder time holding back his orgasm. 

“Fuck, Daddy!”, he cursed, when I suddenly pressed forward, grunting, letting my orgasm wash over me and fill his hole with another load. 

“I don’t think you need breakfast”, I joked, feeling his little tummy bulge with all the loads I had pumped inside him last night in addition to the two I gave him just now. 

“I don’t need breakfast, I need to cum”, a whiny Louis said, turning his head to glare at me. 

“I think you have made enough demands last night”, I grunted, pulling out my cock and pushing the buttplug back inside. I wanted him to be filled with my sperm when we went over to Harry’s house. I made myself think that it would be hot seeing Harry eat my sperm out of my son’s ass, but in truth, I was marking my territory. I wasn’t very good at sharing, and I was trying to be a dick about it, as much as I could get away with. 

“Wait, nghhh, Dad! You didn’t even make me cum!”, Louis protested, turning around with his shorts still around his knees. 

“You just used me for your own pleasure!”, he accused, pushing his finger into my chest. 

I snorted. 

“You do that all the time.”

“But I always make you cum!”, he continued to protest, while I was stirring the eggs I had abandoned when Louis had opened my fly and kneeled between my legs. 

“Louis, Baby, you’ve got what you wanted all night. Now I’m taking back control and I want you on edge when we visit uncle Harry later. You will not relieve yourself until then, if you want to be treated like a good boy, okay?”

“Ughh fine, but you better make up for it.”

I smiled and ruffled his hair. 

“You know I always do. And now help me make breakfast.”

He pouted, but still gave me a peck on my cheek before he began putting the stuff we needed on our dining table. 

“We need to discuss the rules for tonight, Baby”, I declared half an hour later when we were finished with breakfast. 

“What do you mean?”, Louis asked. 

“I’m a little jealous”, I confessed. “You know, about sharing you.”

Louis smiled and grabbed my hand. 

“You know you don’t have to be, Dad. I’m yours, and if you don’t want to, you don’t have to share me at all. I can just watch you get fucked by uncle Harry, or we can do nothing at all with him.”

“I know”, I said, almost whining. “But it would be so hot. Having a threesome with him. Stretching your little hole with both our dicks, letting you watch while I ride his cock, having both of you lick my dick at the same time.” 

I was getting hard again. 

“Then let’s do it! You can always stop it whenever you feel uncomfortable and if you need me to tell you that I’m yours, just pinch both my nipples and I make sure to let both of you know again and again.” 

I really liked that Idea, especially the picture of Louis telling me how much he loved me while getting fucked by my childhood friend, so I just nodded and pulled my son in a nice, deep kiss. 

My lighted mood didn’t last long though. 

Until midday, Louis became a whiny little brat, annoying the shit out of me and making my hands itch to give him a good spanking. I had decided to use the time to work out in my homemade gym in the garage, so I could improve my stamina a little bit, and my son had decided to watch me do my workout, trying to persuade me to finally give him an orgasm. 

By the time I was finished I was more than ready for a hard punishment fuck, but we had plans and I knew I could take my anger out on him later. 

I had just finished with my workout and sat down on our couch to catch my breath a little bit, and of course Louis had used that as his chance to cuddle with his sweaty Dad. 

“We should take a shower and then I have to call the Chinese place uncle Harry likes so much. He told me to bring food. Your uncle can’t cook to save his life”, I let him know, trying to change the topic for once, but Louis wasn’t having it. 

He cuddled himself closer to me, still looking a little bit annoyed, with a prominent bulge between his legs. 

“I promise, I’ll make it worth it in the end”, was my weak attempt to lift his mood a little bit, but he just pulled me up and into the bathroom with him. 

I tried to take a shower with Louis together for almost a minute until I realized that it had been a bad Idea. My son was riled up and hungry for an orgasm, ready to do about anythig to get me to fuck him, which was a dangerous combination together with his naked, wet, very delicious body. 

I left the shower stall before I could press him against the tiled wall and fuck the living daylights out of him. He was whining about it, of course, but when I reminded him about our planned activities for the evening, he stopped his grumbling with a pout. 

I took a shower in the bathroom downstairs, Trying to ignore my boner.

After I had finished my shower, I went to our bedroom, to pick out my and Louis’ outfit and then called my best friend’s favorite restaurant, so we could pick up our order on the way to his house. 

As soon as he realized it was time to go, my boy lost all his gloominess and very quickly became very excited. My ears would be ringing forever from his happy squeals and on the whole 20 minute drive to the restaurant he couldn’t hold still for even a second. He told me to hurry up when I got out of the car to pick up our order and greeted me with an annoyed pout when I came back five minutes later. 

“Don’t look like that. I promise I will make you very happy soon. I remember a certain wish of yours and I certainly did not clean out my ass for nothing.”

Louis answered with a deep sigh. 

“I’m sorry for being so annoying Dad. It’s just getting kinda painful down there.”

I grabbed his hand and gave it a soothing squeeze, while I took the familiar route to my best friend’s house. Harry was already waiting for us, sitting on the bench on his porch, waving at us when I parked in front of his house. 

Louis ripped the door open before I had turned off the motor, jumping out of the car and running down the pathway into my best friends arms. 

“Uncle Harry!”, he screamed, throwing himself in his arms. 

“Whoa, hey Buddy, nice to see you too. In real life this time”, my friend added with a wink. 

When I got out of the car, Harrys hands were already kneading my son’s ass, causing him to moan quietly. 

“It feels even better than it looks”, he told me when I had reached them, smirking at me with a dirty grin. 

“You don’t have to tell me that”, I answered, walking past them and opening the front door. 

“Let’s continue this inside, yeah?”

Both of them hurried inside, where I put the food on the kitchen counter, while Harry and I made a bit of small talk, updating each other of our lives. 

“You look younger”, he stated at some point, interrupting me in my rant about work. 

“Fucking your son looks good on you.”

“It’s great”, I agreed, this time being the one to grin dirty. “You should try it.”

Harry walked around the kitchen island, grabbing my waist and pulling me to his chest. 

“I would love to, but first we have to live up to that little promise you made.”

And then he kissed me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and his hand on my neck. 

“Woah, are you starting without me?”, Louis gasped, causing us to pull apart. 

He had been waiting in the living room for us, but apparently had decided we have been letting him wait for too long. 

“Of course not, let’s go somewhere more comfortable”, Harry said, pulling me into the living room with Louis following us there. 

As soon as we came to a halt in front of the stylish couch, my best friend pulled me into a hungry kiss again, grabbing the fabric of my shirt. 

“Gonna be like the good ol’ times again”, he grunted. “Can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I moaned and deepened our kiss. I forgot how good it felt to be wrapped into the arms of a beefy, big man like Harry and totally enjoyed it to relive that feeling again. 

My best friend began pulling my T-Shirt over my head and hastily opening my pants, while I did the same to him. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you completely naked”, I remarked, making Harry chuckle in realization. 

Soon we were both naked, making out on the soft cushions of his couch, me lying on my back with him between my legs. It was hot having this huge man towering above me, grinding his bulge against mine and feeling his beard rub against my stubble, and I was wondering if that was how my son felt when we were having sex. 

The thought of him made me throw a glance in his direction, gifting me with a view that caused my cock to pulse in my boxers. 

Louis had removed his clothes just like we had, leaving on the special underwear I had chosen for him today. It was by far my favorite. White lace panties, tiny enough to make his cock peek outside if he got hard and with a hole in the back to show off his cute pink boy pussy. 

My son sat in the armchair across from the couch, both legs dangling over the armrests, presenting us his entrance which was still stuffed with the buttplug. The tip of his cock was sticking out of his panties and profusely leaking on his stomach, while he played with his nipples, his lust filled eyes fixated on us. 

I had stilled in my movement, causing Harry to follow my gaze, causing him to breathe in sharply. 

“Holy shit”, he grunted, making me nod in agreement. 

“Your son looks like a slut.”

“I fucked him this morning wothout letting him come. He is cockhungry and probably about to blow, but I forbid him to do so until he is stuffed with one or both of our dicks.”

“Oh my god, you’ve become a pervert, Matty-Boy”, Harry joked. 

“Look at him. Who wouldn’t with a boyfriend like that?” 

“You’re making me really fucking horny, saying shit like that.”

“What? Calling my son my boyfriend?”

My best friend didn’t answer, instead he just kissed me again, playing with my nipples in the way he knew I loved it. It was crazy that he hasn’t forgotten about all the shit that used to turn me on when we were teenagers. 

Soon he started kissing his way downwards, gently nibbling on each of my sensitive nubs, almost making me moan like a girl, but I would rather die than to make sounds like that in front of my son. 

I had to lift my ass so he could pull down my boxer and then he was taking me down his throat and all my restrictions about moaning where out the fucking window. 

Harry was really fucking good at giving head, it didnt felt as forbidden as when Louis did it, but it felt really fucking good, especially in combination with his thick finger working its way inside my asshole. 

“Fuck, you’re tight”, Harry moaned when he came up from my cock, saliva dripping down at the corner of his mouth. 

I didn’t have any chance to answer, because a second later he was pushing a second finger inside me, scissoring me open skillfully. Soon I had to push his head away, to avoid cumming early and I felt him lick at my opened hole. He had never done this before and it was hot having my childhood friend going down on me like this, kneeling between my legs, ass up in the air, but it became even hotter when Louis got up and crawled above me to pull me into a nice, sweet kiss. 

“You’re so hot like this Dad”, he moaned and then went down to take my nipple in his mouth. 

When I felt Harry’s tongue leave my hole, I had to suppress a needy whine, which got stuck in my throat when Louis suddenly gasped, letting me easily guess what was happening. My son wanted to make sure that I knew exactly what was going on though. 

“He’s playing with the plug, Daddy”, he gasped. 

“You should tell him about the surprise then”, I told him, gently squeezing his cute nipple, only one at a time, so I wouldn’t give him our agreed signal. 

Louis turned around to look at his uncle, who paused his activities for a moment, obviously curious. 

“Daddy filled me up nicely”, Louis explained seductively, causing my cock to leak even more on my stomach. 

“He said it’s your favorite snack, so we made sure to save it all for you.”

Harry moaned. 

“You know me well”, he grunted, directed at me. 

“I really need to fuck you now, buddy.”

“How do you want me?”, I asked, equally eager. 

“I want you to ride me so your son can sit on my face.”

I really liked that Idea, so I got up from the couch with Louis clinging to me, pulling him in a deep kiss, while Harry positioned himself on his back, the same position I have been before. 

“Climb on buddy”, he told me, stroking his cock up and down slowly. 

I carefully let Louis down and positioned myself above Harry’s cock. 

“Wait”, my son suddenly exclaimed, making me stop in my tracks. “Don’t you want to lube it?”

In all my horniness I had forgotten about that part, but Harry’s cock was quite thick and my hole quite tight, so it definitely would hurt without it. Louis was quick to help though. He climbed over Harry, his cute, round ass in my best friend’s face and took his cock in his mouth. 

Louis was quick about it, trying to get as much saliva on his uncle’s cock as possible, playing with his balls skillfully like I had teached him too. A few minutes later he pulled off my best friend’s cock, gasping for air, his lips swollen and glistening with saliva. 

I pulled him in a kiss, tasting Harrys dick in his mouth, while positioning my clenching hole on the slick mushroomhead and sinking down, moaning into my son’s mouth at the sensations of being stretched. 

I was still in the process of working my best friend’s length inside me, when I heard a tiny ‘pop’, accompanied by a surprised gasp out of my son’s mouth. Soon I could hear Harry grunting and the unmistakable sounds of him munching on Louis’ hole, greedily drinking all my juices. 

I let out a relieved sigh when my ass finally touched the skin of my friend’s thighs, letting me know I was fully stuffed with his cock. 

“You did it, Daddy. You have that fat dick inside you now. Doesn’t it feel great?”, Louis cheered in between his moans, grinding his ass on his uncle’s face. 

“Now fuck yourself on that cock, I wanna see you worship that masterpiece like I worship yours.”

Louis naughty words were making me even hornier, along with him playing my nipples and my best friend eating my cum out of my son’s hole, I was already on the edge of coming, but I was mad for the sesations of a good fuck, so I pulled myself up, feeling my best friends dick move inside me, only to let myseld fall down his length, when the tip was about to leave my hole. Both me and Harry grunted loudly and it didnt take long until Harry was fucking up inside me, while I was starting to ride him deep and hard. 

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me you bear, stretch me with you fat dick, just like old times”, I edged him on. 

My best friend’s moans came out muffled by my son’s ass, but that was making them even hotter. Louis was squealing by now, pressing the base of his shaft so he wouldt cum, because like a good boy, he was waiting for my permission to do so. 

It didn’t take long until Harry’s fuck got harder and faster, letting me know he was about to cum. I clenched my ass, rotating my hips the way I knew drove him crazy and welcomed the warm feeling of his seed in my guts, when he pushed deep inside me with a loud roaring. His cock wasn’t really finished pumping my insides, when I let it slip out my ass, but I was about to cum and I needed it now. 

In two fast steps I walked around the couch until I was standing behind my best friend’s head and my son’s ass, grabbed his slim waist, pulled him over the armrest and pushed inside him in one go. Louis let out a surprised noise and squealed loudly when I breached him, but I just started to ram into his tight, warm, slick channel, chasing after my orgsam with all the strength I could muster. 

“Cum whenever you like”, I grunted, fucking Louis as hard as I could. 

Only a second later I could feel his channel tightening around me and then he was screaming his orgasm out, clenching around my length, shaking, milking my cock until I pushed inside him with a loud growl and filled him again. When I pulled out his hole was gaping and my cum was dripping out onto my friend’s forehead who let go of my son’s cock with a slurping sound and pulled him down so he could drink my fresh load. 

With wobbly legs I sat down in the armchair, trying to catch my breath. 

Louis crawled in my lap when his uncle let him go, cuddling into my chest with a content sigh. 

“You two are gonna be the death of me”, my best friend stated breathlessly, stretching his legs on the couch. 

“Would be a nice death, I hope”, I joked, causing him to chuckle. 

“The best.”

“Did you have a good time?”, I asked my son, gently caressing his thigh. 

He nodded, smiling happily at me. 

“It was great. I can’t wait to be stuffed with both of your cocks!”

“Maybe we will keep that for another time”, I suggested, knowing we already were pretty spend. 

“There’s one thing left to do though”, I remarked, causing both of them to look at me questioningly. 

“I think uncle Harry would love to fuck that perfect pussy of yours, Baby.”

My best friend’s eyes darkened with lust and his cock sprang back to life at my suggestion, so I was pretty confident that he liked it. Louis couldn’t help but tease him a little though. 

“Would you like that uncle Harry?”, he asked seductively, spreading his legs to show him his used, puffy hole. 

“Do you want to fuck my little boy pussy and fill it with you juice like Daddy did?”

Harry got up from the couch and came to a halt in front of us, staring at my boy’s hole hungrily. I was caressing my son’s thighs, enjoying the show enfolding in front of me. 

“Isn’t he the perfect little slut? Always ready to take cock like a good, obedient boy.”

Harry was swallowing hard, stroking his leaking dick up and down. 

Without and further words, Harry kneeled between my son’s legs and pushed his cock inside his perfect ass. 

“Ughhh, fuck. This is the best pussy I ever had”, he grunted, starting to fuck in a steady rythm. 

“He is really the perfect slut”, my best friend agreed, taking one of Louis nipples in his mouth. 

“Daddy”, Louis gasped, reaching behind himself to grab my arm. 

“I want you both to be inside me.”

“Are you sure, Baby Boy?”

I really had dreamed about that, but I had been sure he wouldn’t be ready for it now. It was his first threesome after all. 

“Yes, please, Daddy”, Louis moaned, throwing his head back on my shoulder. 

“The boy is practically begging for it, Bro. Lets give the slut what he wants”, my best friend grunted, stilll fucking his pussy greedily. 

Carefully I lifted my son up, causing Harry to pull out of my Baby’s asshole for a little bit with an annoyed grunt, while I positioned him over my cock and let him sink down slowly on my length. Then I gripped both his nipples, giving him the signal to make sure we all knew who he belonged to. 

“Ughhh, fuck Dad. Your Cock is the best”, Louis gasped, completely clouded with lust, knowing what was about to happen. 

I squeezed his nipples harder, even turning them around a little bit, until he seemed to realize what I wanted from him. 

He spread his legs even wider and then looked up at his uncle, who was staring hungrily at my Boy’s streched pussy. 

“Daddy is inside his hole now”, Louis moaned, “Nothing feels as good as letting my Daddy use his hole.”

Harry seemed to take a second until he understood what Louis meant with my hole, but his eyes got dark with lust when realization hit him. 

“Do you think I’m allowed to use his hole too?”, he asked, his voice husky. 

“Only he is allowed to decide that”, Louis answered, and I swear I was about to cum right then and there. 

Harry threw me a questioning look, asking for permission to join me in my son’s hole and I nodded, not sure my brain would come up with words that would make sense. 

Seconds later I could feel the heat of my best friend’s cock and then the pressure of him trying to get inside. 

Louis was gasping loud, trying to relax his pussy as much as possible, but I could still feel him tense in pain. I began pressing tiny kisses on his neck, trying to sooth him with reassuring words, telling him how proud I was and that he was a good boy. 

It took us a few minutes, but soon my best friend was squeezed beside me inside my son’s tight hole, leaning over his slim, shaking body to pull my boy in a soft kiss. 

“You’re a very good boy. Your Daddy and I are proud of you”, he assured him, before he slowly pulled a few inches out and then pushed back in. All three of us moaned loud at the sensations, feelings and things none of us had ever before. 

Harry was working up a rythm to fuck Louis without making him uncomfortable, rubbing against my lenght in all the right places, working me up to my orgasm pretty fast. When I was about to let them both know that I wasn’t able to hold back any longer, Louis gasped loudly. 

“I need to cum, faster Uncle Harry, please!”

“I’m not gonna be able to hold back”, he warned. 

“Me too!”, Louis squealed and then my best friend began to ram his cock inside my son’s stretched pussy. 

The friction of his dick on mine felt good, really good, and together with the incestuous mindfuck of double fucking my own son with my childhood friend, I just coudn’t hold back anymore. 

With a loud roaring “FUUUUUCK”, I pressed my cock as deep inside as possible and filled my son’s channel with my seed, followed by my best friend seconds later when Louis orgasm milked both our cocks dry. 

Completely spent, Harry pulled his cock out and fell down into the soft cushions of the couch. 

“Holy shit”, he gasped. 

I was still inside Louis, too tired to pull him off me. 

“Holy shit indeed.”

Thursday Night Highlights

Tor

Once more, Tor stood outside a very run down establishment on the bottom level of what everyone referred to as “The Demon City”. It would be his 6th visit to The BJ Cafe. Only this time things were going to be very different than his first time.

He had arrived somewhat late that night and it was a few hours after Simmy had spoke to Beeb out back. Simeon smiled though when he saw Tor in a booth with a cold brew and his shirt off. He approached him with a grin on his face.

Tor smiled back, “Hey, Sim.”

Simmy got in the booth and was very stern, “Simmy or Simeon please, Tor, not Sim. Never Sim.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry! Hi, Simmy.”

[Chime]

Simmy checked his wrist com to find a surprise from the man opposite him. “You… requested me?”

“You bet I did.”

“Tor, you know the rules you I can’t request me…”

“Unless I am prepared to use you. I know.” Tor finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the edge of the booth behind him with a sly grin.

The table started to descend and once it was down, Tor kicked off his work-boots and removed his damp socks while Simeon watched and waited with great anticipation and pride that Tor was finally acting how he wanted to act. He was taking delight in doing what he was doing. He felt safe.

“You wanna start on my feet?”

“Yes, sir!”

While Simmy snaked his luscious tongue between each of Tor’s sweaty, warm, and very stinky toes, Tor undid his pants and unzipped himself so he could reach inside and play with his own dick — in public. 

Eventually even shoving his underpants down enough and jacking himself openly before anyone that might see in the dimness of the cafe. He wasn’t getting soft or nervous, either. He had one thing he wanted to do and we wasn’t gonna hold back or let anything stop him from doing it. He was confident and commanding and in control of himself and Simmy.

I was a quick command not a request, “Up. I need your -mouth- to cum in.”

Simmy left Tor’s delicious feet and he quickly hovered over his dick-head. Tor jacked himself up to blasting speed and closed his eyes. He handed his dick to Simmy just as the first squirt shot out and Simeon’s lips wrapped the head in time for his tongue to feel that first powerful blast. Tor’s dick became a strong pulsing muscle in Simmy’s hand. He could feel it flexing. He could see the large vein filling and emptying with fluid and he could taste all that hot cum a moment later as he swallowed each shot as they came. He pumped on that thick shaft to finish Tor off nicely and cleanly. All in all it was a healthy fifteen large, wet, hot squirts.

Tor opened his eyes and looked down at Simeon who was still holding his dick. Simmy was not about to talk and ruin the moment. Tor was the one controlling this encounter.

He gently removed Simmy’s hand and had him back up so he could stand up. He removed his pants and underpants and without warning or hesitation he took hold Simmy’s face with both hands and he inserted his still hard prick into Simmy’s mouth as far as he could shove it. He held Simmy in place with his dick in his throat and just relaxed. It felt good. He got his hand under Simmy’s chin and placed his other hand on top of his head. He began thrusting into and out of that mouth and throat at his own pace. His large balls meeting Simeon’s chin on each solid and firm ram forward. Simmy was able to handle the face-fucking well. He had lots of experience. He was glad that Tor felt welcome to use him this way.

Tor would lose and regain his rhythm a few times but he never let go of the face he was slamming. Tor began to get slightly winded and panted out, “Yeah. Fuck. I made something for you, Simmy, and I know you want it… so…”

He kept pace as he felt the juices on the rise and only when he finally felt he was about to blow did he say, “Fuck yeah! Here, take it!” Tor made sure to stop, release Simmy’s face and hold still with his cock firmly planted in Simmy’s mouth (not his throat) so that he could enjoy the feeling and taste of his second load. Simeon hummed on that dick as it was feeding him and he licked Tor clean when the shooting stopped. Tor’s cum tasted so very good.

Tor sat back down and reclined a little and placed both hands behind his head exposing his pits. He closed his eyes and said nothing. He didn’t direct Simmy to do anything. He was merely on show and still hard and just well sitting there. Simmy couldn’t help but catch a whiff of those armpits. He stood and leaned in and sniffed deeply and then his tongue darted out and licked and Tor smiled but didn’t open his eyes. He let Simmy do as he pleased a while. A warm tongue and a deep inhale under his arms was nice. It was good to be king. Only when he felt himself getting slightly soft did he take hold of it and gently keep it solid with stroking. He opened his eyes and connected with Simeon.

It was a direct and even toned connection, “Kiss my balls.” 

Simmy was glad to do it.

“I want to feel your tongue and lips all over my crotch.”

Simmy was super-glad to do it. Minutes ticked off with Tor pumping himself and Simmy’s face wandering between his legs. His tongue working over-time.

“Damn. Yeah. Almost… there… Now, I need you to do one more thing. “

“What Tor?”

The jacking became furious toward the end. Tor’s heels even lifted off the floor and his body trembled with the force he was using to jack himself toward his next explosion.

“Open… your… mouth.”

Simmy opened. His tongue out and his eyes eager.

Tor rested the underside of his cock head on Simmy’s tongue and he met his gaze and his toes curled and he started to plaster and fully coat that tongue with thick white spunk. He ejaculated all over Simmy’s tongue and into his mouth. They didn’t miss a drop. Tor even squeezed out the last drops from his tip before any was eaten. He watched Simeon close his mouth and taste all that fresh hot sperm with a wide smile. Then he saw it. He saw the look on Simmy’s face as he swallowed it. That was a look he’d waited his whole life to see. The look of a person very content and happy to swallow his cum.

“Damn. That was fun!”

“Tor, that… was… amazing!”

“You enjoyed it? Really?”

Tor started to get himself dressed.

“Fuck yes! When will you be back?”

“Eh, I figure I can do that at least three days a week, I mean I need some to build up a little between sessions, right?”

“If you like. I’d be happy to service you every single day, and night.”

Tor pulled on his socks then his work-boots.

“Well, thank you! I can’t do that, but I will be no stranger here, from now on.”

“I’m very glad. I think we can safely say, you have, and very pun intended, over-cum, your problem.”

Tor snickered, “Heh-heh, yeah. Thank you so much for helping me with that and I will always be requesting you, Simmy.”

“That is so sweet! Thank you, my friend.”

“You’re welcome.”

[Chime]

“Good night, Simmy.”

“Good night, Tor. See you in a few days?”

“You will.”

And with that sound, Simmy was off to suck off another random dick at The BJ Cafe.

Beeb and Simmy

Imagine, if you will, hovering over a huge, wide bed that is on a dais in a room with no walls. High atop a concrete tower in a lush jungle. Imagine the bed is covered in bright white sheets and pillows and that upon that big bed is a sleeping giant. A broad chested, broad shouldered, eight foot tall, beast of muscle covered in obsidian black fur of varying lengths. It sleeps on its back and its head is resting to the right on a pillow, with its cat-like eyes calmly and trustingly closed in peaceful slumber.

Now imagine one more thing…

A fully naked black human male in his early twenties with short dreadlocks that have day-glow blue tips sleeping, on his side, upon that wide black mass of warm fur. Simeon’s face was resting to the right, on the Zudos chest, his left knee was bent slightly while his right leg was straight. His left arm was bent at the elbow leaving his hand just under his chin.

There is only the sound of the jungle and it’s creatures from all around them as we gently lower ourselves closer and closer down to the two sleeping males.

Simeon smacked his lips and rolled onto his back and instantly Beebs large and furry arm went to Simmy’s naked frame and held him in place, gently, across the humans belly. Simeon was not going anywhere under that kind of imposed and very controlled strength. Not that he wanted to go anywhere. He was very happy to be where he was. Sleeping soundly and happily atop of his big, strong, Zudo ungrouk, Beeb. He liked the scent of orange peels and wet-dog and he liked Beeb. A lot.

There is something very special about naked males that are asleep together. It radiates a trust between them and a safety in their shared closeness. It is a subtle surrender of power between them. For the time they sleep with one another they are both equal and both vulnerable.

Simmys shifting softy upon him had woke Beeb up. With his other arm and hand he reached between his own legs and gently grabbed the last seven inches of his fifteen inch big black cock. No other Zudo had ever woken up to a boner. Beeb was the first to have that experience and it was all because of the wonderful human laying atop him.

Zudo don’t jack off, so Beeb was not tugging on himself, he was merely holding it and basking in the knowledge that he was privy to something very special. Inadvertently he let out a soft moan of pleasure, of course, that low moan was generated under Simeon and he instantly woke up.

“You okay, Beeb?”

Beeb was pretending to be asleep but let out an, “Mmm-hmm.”

Beeb grabbed Simmys hand and handed him his very strong and solid boner.

“Oh. I see. You want me to…”

“MMMMmmmm.”

Simmy adjusted himself to kneeling between Beebs legs and holding his huge cock in both hands.

“Okay, big guy… but you have to eat your candy first.”

Without opening his eyes Beeb reached over to the night stand where a dish held a bowl of colored candies. He grabbed a bunch and ate them with a loud sound of chewing ending with a gulp. They contained a suppressant for the ketamine-derivative in Zudo semen. As long as Beeb ate them four times a day his semen was no threat to Simeon. 

Simmy lowered his mouth and engulfed the cock-tip while he reached up and lowered both of his palms onto Beebs pecs. Beeb used his own hands to press down on Simmy’s and he began a low grumble. He also, out of habit, started to mumble the scared mating prayer that could just be ever so slightly heard under his breath. 

Beeb eyes snapped open and he halted his words just as he started to release. His black hose went on full blast and Simmy was gulping down the massive mouthfuls of green, sour-cherry flavored, Zudo spunk with a happy humming to be so well fed. 

Taking all that fresh, hot, beast-cum down his gullet gave Simmy a very tight boner of his own. Simmy was packing an impressive nine, un-cut inches when he was fully aroused… and he was fully aroused by Beeb and by eating all that delicious, Zudo-stud, sperm. 

After a minute Beeb’s force on Simmys hands became less and less as did the flow in Simeon’s mouth. A moment after that and it was done. As the Zudos dick deflated back into his crotch fur, he grabbed onto Simmy and pressed his naked human body down onto his own and began to lick Simmy’s face and mouth. Simmy straddled one of Beebs large legs and sort of slowly humped on him as they opened their mouths and started to share their body-heated tongues.

Beeb was hugging him tightly and very sexually charged even after his release. He said to Simeon, “Don’t waste it this time, Simmy. I want it.”

“Are you sure, Beeb?”

“Yes. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

They had done this kind of thing a few times since Simmy arrived on Zudo a few days ago, but Beeb had said he was not sure if he wanted to… taste it or take it. Usually Simmy shot off on his leg and they cleaned up that mess afterwards, but it seemed, that sometime during the night, that Beeb had changed his mind.

“Feed it to me, Simmy. Don’t waste it this time.”

They tongue-kissed a while longer until Simmy was just about there.

“Okay. Well, I’m close, big guy.”

“I’m ready.”

Beeb removed his arms from Simmy’s back and let him get up and kneel under his arms with his human dick in his face. Beeb opened his snout and locked eyes on Simeon who was using a hand to get himself into blasting mode. He closed his own eyes and said, “Here it comes, Beeb.”

Beeb pressed on Simmy butt to make him lean forward and he enveloped that human dick in his snout and sucked on it. Simmy had a raging torrentially massive orgasm in Beebs mouth and all over his tongue. Beeb really turned him on, especially kissing him, so his O was huge. Beeb lost not a drop of it and licked and sucked and swallowed the human sperm as it came.

Fifteen seconds later they both held still and Beeb gulped down the last of it and began licking on Simmys dick with his long tongue to make sure it was clean and there were no drips.

Simmy opened his eyes and had to know, “Well? Did you like that?”

Beeb said something he’d learned to say on the Moon, “Fuck yeah! You taste good, Simmy.”

“You do too, big guy.”

Zudo was not a planet in a rush pretty much …ever. Work-times were short and life-times and play-times were long. Simmy returned to laying on his side atop his beast and Beeb held him in place firmly and affectionately. They napped a while longer in the fresh morning suns. 

Beeb and Simmy… and Jales

The Zudo are naturally polyamorous, but interestingly, not sexually variant. There are males and females but no one is straight or gay or bi, non-binary, or anything in between. Males and Females form groups (known as Rousche) and mate in the standard way to produce offspring. They have no concept of marriage. Unions are amongst groups and any children are educated, cared for and raised by the group to adulthood. 

Beeb was, as far as he knew, the only bi- (or pan-) sexual being on the planet. That is not to say that others did not share his tastes, only that it was never spoken of, if so, and it was also possible he was the first of his kind. He really didn’t know. No one did.

He had real affection for Simeon, though, he knew that. The type that goes beyond group friends. He loved him. He wanted to be with him more than anyone else. He loved his scent and his body and his eyes and his tongue and recently the taste of his cum (which he also wanted lots more of).

There is also no such thing as machismo among the Zudo males. Males are males and they act naturally as themselves doing whatever pleases them. It is the same with the females. If you have a desire you can, within very few limits, act upon it. To not do so is considered a strong offense to the soul and the self. The Zudo are vehemently opposed to making rules. They do it but only for extreme cases. Most of their societies are open and varied in their ways of life. It is much less constricted by law and more “free to be”, than say, Earth ever was (or is).

Simmy was dozing on his warm furry Beeb, when he heard a rustling of candy in the dish. He lifted his head and saw over his shoulder Jales was eating (and crunching on) a handful of the candies. “You awake?”

Jales was a near copy of his brother, but with gray fur and blue eyes.

Simmy answered, “I am.”

“You… uh… hungry?”

“Your bother just fed me about… half an hour ago? But I can always go for some more, especially from a big, strong, handsome male as you, Jales.”

“Heh-heh.”

Simmy carefully got off Beeb, who was also awake, and onto the floor standing before the Zudo that is Jales. Jales put up his palms and lowered his head and Simeon pressed on his palms until Jales was aroused and poking out of his fur. 

Beeb watched Simmy lower to his knees and get his lips around his brothers dick-head. Jales took his those human hands and pressed them on his chest and pecs and a few seconds later Simmy was drinking more delicious and fresh, hot Zudo cum. 

Jales was silent throughout. He didn’t speak the sacred prayer and he didn’t growl or grumble. He just released and Simeon drank. Once triggered to flow Jales was able to converse while flowing in a very casual manner and Beeb could see how calm he was.

Beeb asked, “Does it at least feel good, brother?”

“Eh. Yes, it feels… good. I miss the closeness of a female. I miss her scent. I miss feeling her warm back on my chest.”

“But this is faster and there is no mess.”

“True, and I like being able to do it whenever I wish, but for me, my brother, it’s just not… the most amazing thing ever.” He looked down at Simmy who was swallowing away. “No offense, little human.”

“He wont take offense. He -likes- drinking our cum.”

“I am almost done feeding it to him.” Jales finished releasing and Simmy licked him clean. “Thank you, Simmy.”

Simmy had a semi and he stood up and ticked Jales gray chest fur, “You’re welcome, Jales.”

“I have a work shift. I will bring dinner home for us all after that. You know, I have to admit that I do feel… better. Less… heavy between the legs.”

Beeb told him, “Have a good day, brother,” and Jales left them alone once more.

While Simeon was a guest of Beeb the brothers all agreed that he should be part of their group and that using him and his talent was open to all of them. So, they too ate the candies each day and were free to release in Simeon’s mouth anytime they wished (to his delight).

Pac and Teer were in their work shifts at that time, so once Jales left it was just Beeb and Simeon alone. Beeb had no work shifts for a while as he was on a vacation. This left them in each others company for long periods and the two of the them got along well. It wasn’t forced it was easy and natural. They conversed and cuddled and ate and such and never got tired of one another.

Simeon and Beeb

Beeb took Simmy everywhere he went all the time. Simeon was eager to learn more about the Zudo homeworld and their culture and ways of life. He was finding it all very… different. It was more relaxing and easy going that human life was. He found that it was such an odd thing, to him, that these big strong creatures were always more interested in love and affection and respect rather than fighting or pain or suffering. He thought to himself, that, If only humans had learned to tame their own aggressions early on, as the Zudo had, the human worlds would have been very different.

Beeb took Simmy to a place of meals and leisure (what we might call a night-club, but it was the day-time). They shared a meal and Simmy tasted many new things, much of which, he really liked. 

Since it was considered a sacred and special and private thing, sexual relations, were not permitted in public among the Zudo. It was not like the Cafe where if they were in a booth they could just do it. So when they were out they were just good friends and nothing inappropriate occurred. They mostly ate and drank and talked. They had a strong bond. They could talk for hours.

This place of leisure (known as an Aroulle) was a large rectangular platform just over the treetops with crossing arch-bow beams overhead to keep the structure stable and sound. It was decorated in colored lights and as it was nearing dusk, they lit up. 

The multicolored pin lights were icing on a pretty cake. Beeb held onto Simmy from behind as they shared a bench and watched the two orange suns lowering in the distance. A big, warm, fuzzy, black teddy-bear and his chosen human.

“Will you stay here with me forever, Simmy?”

“Beeb, you know I can’t do that. I have to get back to my job. I really do love sucking dick, you know.”

“I know, but… don’t we also have a connection? I love you, Simmy. Don’t you love me?”

Simeon was almost sure.

“Well?”

“Beeb, yes. I love you, but you have to understand that I have always known that my life was going to be different. I was never going to be able to be exclusive to any one person or being. I get bored too easily.”

“Simmy, we don’t form unions like you humans do. I am not asking you to be exclusively mine. I am happy to share you with my group or others. Your life on Zudo would allow you to suck many dicks. I know you love doing that. I would never try to stop you from it. So when I say I love you. I mean I want to be your friend forever and share our lives together, but not as permanent mates like on your Earth or its moon.”

“Ah. You’re right. I was still thinking Earth-rules. You mean, I would live here with you and your group and still be free to do as I pleased?”

“Of course, Simmy, if you wanted to setup a, sort of, BJ Cafe here on Zudo, my brothers and I would help you do that. Our family has many connections. With our recent addition to your Planetary Alliance we will soon be seeing lots of alien tourism. Lots of different types of cocks to suck and cum to swallow. Of course at the start it would probably be mostly Zudo males.”

“My own place? I never thought that would even be a possibility.”

“Is that something you want?”

“I might. Yeah. I never really thought about it before.”

“Your place would be the first and only one of its kind on our entire planet. Males would come from all over our world to experience your services.”

“Beeb, you don’t have to sell me on it. I mean when I really think about it I have no ties to Earth or its moon. I think I want this. I want to live here with you and setup my own Cafe.”

Beeb hugged his human ungrouk and they shared mouths and tongues intimately.

…And so it came to be.  Simmy’s, as it’s called, is a very popular spot among the local males and the tourists alike. It is a successful business. The brothers also setup a brewery to make beer and that too was very successful.

Simeon still lives with Beeb and his brothers and he always sleeps in Beebs bed. They have a special connection in which they share themselves, but they are always open to others. Beeb has never mated with a female and he says he doesn’t want to. He is happy to have Simmy for his sexual needs and for their affectionate closeness. 

Who would have guessed when Beeb entered the Cafe that first time, and after he came in Simeon’s mouth, and the human passed out, and Beeb caught him and held him until he woke back up, that all this would follow. That Beeb and Simeon would find just what they each needed in one another.

The End

… for now

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Authors Note:

This story has take over two years of writing and (lots, and LOTS of) editing to complete. If you enjoyed it that makes me very, very happy. 

Thank you for reading! 

I have come to love writing for these characters and I may, keyword: May, revisit them in a spin off story sometime in the future. That is why it is, The End… for now.

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I was already 28th year old and I was overweight. I had a job I hate I was lonely all the time, didn’t have a girlfriend or anything. I was too ashamed of my body to go to a gym and too depressed to do anything else about it, I was just sitting all they on the computer eating and playing games. I was horny all the time and I wanted to have a girlfriend live to be more active, but I was too depressed to do anything about it. One day when I was on my way home, again with a bag of junk food I stopped at a small store near my apartment. This was empty for the past 2 years, but now it said it was a new gym. I would normally pass it, there is a big gym nearby 2 stories with all the equipment in the world and it was always full. On the other hand, this one was new and empty from what I can see. I tried to look true the shades as much as I can see, and it was a normal gym, with some bikes, treadmills, weights, and so on and it was empty. I think the owner or the trainer no idea who he was at the time saw me looking so I just kept moving home. The next month I would pass by it to check if any people are training there and it was almost always empty, maybe 1 or 2 at the late ours but that was all. I think the owner noticed me passing by all the time and looking over the place until one day I was passing by again and he stopped me.

“Hey there, I have seen you come by here often, do you like my gym?”

“Yea it looks nice.”

“Why don’t you stop by sometime and try it out, I won’t charge you, just to check if you like it?”

“Sure I can do that if been meaning to go to a gym.”

“Great, maybe if you like it you can sign up, membership for the first 3 months is half price. I can even help you with a fitness program if you want, or just train I would leave you be, all up to you.”

“Ok thank you, I might check it out.”

Usually, I hate this, I look terrible but I’m shy, I hate the coaches that keep bothering you and not letting you train in peace, they have too many opinions I mean they are probably right I just hate to hear it. When I was young I used to go to this hotel gym with my buddy, it was almost always empty and the trainer there didn’t care if anyone was there or not. I used to go to it 2-3 times a week, and I liked to train, but since I moved to the big city for university I stopped going because I didn’t like the crowd there.

I’m pretty sure this guy will be the same, but the gym was close and empty I was trying to force myself to lose weight. So in a week, I decided to check it out before work. The guy was there, he introduced himself as Alex the owner/trainer there, we chatted for a few minutes and then he told me where the changing room is and if need anything to ask. I changed and went back expecting him to be annoying and to start talking to me about programs diets and stuff, but no he just smiled and let me train in peace. Which worked perfectly for me I was the only one, the music was filling the place and he was just sitting on his desk working. I wrote the bike, lifted some weight and in around 40 minutes I was done. As I started to walk back to the changing room he told me that there is a shower and a steam room back there if I wanted to use them, but I said I was good and went to change. On my way out he just said goodbye with a smile and that’s it. What a great first experience for me, for the first time I thought of coming back, and that this could work for me. 3 days later I came back, I said hello to Alex and wanted to pay him for a single training session, but he said it was fine and let me pass for free again. Same thing I trained in peace and left.

For the next 2 weeks, I came by the gym 2-3 times a week, always in the morning, it was empty and Alex still let me train for free. I started to feel bad not paying, but I still didn’t get a membership. On the last day of the second week, I decided to lift the barbell bench press, I started light but I kept putting weight on. On my last set, I felt the weight was a bit much, but I wanted to see if I can do it. I was doing a set of 10 and on the 6th I started to struggle, I was about to rack it, but Alex showed up and helped me finish my set. I said thanks, wiping the sweat off my forehead, he said no problem, smiled, and got back to his desk. Next week I decided that I like this gym and I didn’t mind going to it, so I decided to sign up for the 3-month membership. Which was still half-price. For the next 2 weeks, I kept training as per usual not talking much, or asking for anything, the only time this was different was when Alex asked if the music he is putting on was fine, but I liked it so it was all good. I liked how he didn’t bother me at all, to the point that I even asked him to spot me the next time I tried the bench press, and he was happy to. From then we started to be more friendly and small talk for a bit before and after my practice. After a month of training and not seeing too much progress, I decided maybe a bit of help won’t be the worst thing so I asked Alex if he could help me with a program. He of course was very happy to hear that.

On the next day, I came back to the gym just to talk about my lifestyle and my goals in the gym, he was very understanding and flexible with my program. He asked me what my goal is and I admitted that I wanted to lose weight and be fit, joking saying I wanted to look good for the ladies. He casually replied that as long as I feel good, it didn’t matter and that I should do it for myself to feel good and to look the way I like. And as far as the ladies he didn’t know, but for him, I didn’t look bad even now. It was strange at first hearing but I didn’t put much thought into it when he said it. From there I worked with his program, eating right and training almost every day. I found a friend to understood me and helped me. During our training sessions, Alex kept progress on my weight and look, he insisted, and he kept touching my shoulders, ass, and so on when I did a good job. It felt strange at first but the occasional slap didn’t bother me and to be honest I liked the way he rubbed my shoulders it felt nice. It took me 6 months to realize Alex was gay, I went to the gym at night one evening I didn’t have time during the day, and caught him outside kissing another dude, not that I cared much but now I get why he was so much nicer than the other gym heads. The next day I asked him about it and he was surprised since he thought I already knew. I told him I didn’t, but told me not to worry since it didn’t bother me at all. After that event we became even closer, with him telling me more about his personal life than before, how he worked another job online just to keep the gym open, this was his dream even though almost a year had passed and he didn’t have many customers, he started to be more open about his dating life and such and so on. He jokingly admitted to me that he is a top and I have the juiciest ass he had ever seen, slapping me on it, telling me that if was gay he would be all over me.

After that day I kept training there, but I also started having dreams about Alex. Catching myself looking over toward him, checking his arms and abs, to the point that I started to daydream about him, and sleeping with him. To admit I always liked girls, but at this new age and with all the free porn out there, I often found myself watching gay porn as well from time to time when I was bored of the regular. I mean at 28 with no girl to fuck all you do is jack off when you find the time and it gets boring. When I was younger I used to play a bit with my ass as well, sticking a toothbrush or something bigger up my but just to test what it feel like. But after the jokes from Alex and the daydreams I ordered a dildo and started to fuck myself from time. I didn’t like it much at first the pain was a bit much, but after a few tries I got used to it and realized I like it, when I was horny anyway, when I came I didn’t want that thing near me.

6 more months have passed and I lost a lot of weight, starting to look more fit, just the way I wanted to. My confidence was boosted as well, and I even went to a bar once or twice trying to find something to fuck, but I still didn’t get lucky. On the other hand, with my ass beginning to become smaller, the dildo I had started to penetrate deeper into me, and my being more fit and flexible allowed me to reach and fuck in different positions, which made me like it more and more. Not really what I expected from my weight loss journey. After almost a year and a half of training and I finally felt good in my skin. I also found a new job that I like, but I had to go early so it meant I had to go to the gym at night. At night there were always a few people there but now I didn’t care that much, I knew my program, and Alex was there to help me as well, so I didn’t care that much, I had found my confidence and it was all thanks to this nice guy. I finally reached my weight goal which I said at the beginning of my program and I was feeling great and excited, I think Alex was even more happy than me. He insisted we celebrate and he told me he would take me out to dinner and a bar that night.

That night we had a nice steak dinner just the two of us and then went to a bar I have never been to before. Turn out it was a gay bar and everyone there knew Alex, I was surprised he took me there, but he told me we are there just to drink and celebrate my success and also it will be a confidence boost for me, why I asked, he told me I would see, and he was right with the number of guys hitting on me I felt like a star that night. I never expected I would like gay bars more than regular ones. That night we got super drunk, we were walking to our homes maybe for like an hour singing and screaming on the streets. When he got to my place I thank Alex for the wonderful night and went in for a hug. The hug was a little longer than I expected, but it felt nice to be in his big arms, and I felt his hand going down from my waist and grabbing my ass. I pulled back slowly letting him go, but before I could get away he leaned forward and kissed me and I didn’t run away but kissed him back, before saying good night and going back to my apartment. Back at my place, I didn’t feel drunk anymore and I masturbated that night thinking about our kiss and his hands on my ass.

The next week had gone by and we never even mentioned the kiss that night. Until one eventful evening, it was very late and the gym close time had passed, I got carried away with my training and I didn’t even realize that there was no one around and Alex was keeping the gym open just for me. I told him I will take just a quick shower and leave, yes since I got more confident I took showers in the gym now. He told me that if I wasn’t in a rush he is planning to in the sauna and relax for a while and I was welcome to join him if I wanted. I had never used it before, but I had always wanted so I agreed. We went to the locker room to undress, and Alex gave me a towel to cover myself. I got down to my boxers, rapping the towel around my waist when I turned back and saw Alex do the same, only to see him removing his boxer after. I didn’t say anything I just did the same and we went in. It was very hot and steamy inside. It was a small room since the gym wasn’t big so it was just enough room for the both of us. We relax and joked around talking about the fun we had last weekend and so on. It got a bit awkward for a moment when he mentioned the end of the night. After a few minutes of silence, Alex apologized for the kiss, he told me he was very drunk and I’m hot and that he could not stop himself, but hope he didn’t make things awkward between us. I told him we were all good and that I was more surprised at how nice it felt than the kiss itself, and he agreed. After a few more moments of awkward silence, I told him that I didn’t mind the kiss and I tough about it since then. “Really” he was surprised to hear that and joked that must be a better kisser than he thought. We stopped talking after that, until I felt his hand on my leg, caressing it, I looked over at him and I could see his eyes through the steam. I slowly leaned towards him only to meet his lips with mine. We started to kiss in the steam room, with his hand still caressing my leg. Soon he had his hand wrapped around me and his tongue in my mouth, I felt his hand all over my back moving down, on the other hand, I had one hand on his face and the other on his inner tight caressing him, only to feel his snake with the back of my hand. When I felt it I got scared and jumped back, he looked at me confused before starting to kiss me again. This time he had his hand on my tight only for him to reach and start touching my cock, caressing it slowly and playing with my balls. I was shocked that a man is touching my cock and in the meantime didn’t want it to stop. It didn’t take long for him to bend over and start to suck on my dick. His soft lips around my head hid went tongue on my balls I was in heaven, I just leaned back and let him do what he wants. He sucked me like that for around 10 minutes, and if he kept going I was going to fill his mouth, but suddenly I felt him stopping and moving away. I was sitting on the bench with my head leaning back and my eyes closed, and when I opened them I saw him, up on the bench next to me, one leg up on the back of it, holding his monster cock right in my face. I looked up toward him to see him looking at me, then I looked back down and saw him holding his cock right at my mouth, waiting. I looked right back at him and started to slowly open my mouth and lean forward a bit. Until my lips touched the head of his cock. He grabbed my head with his other hand and slowly started to force me to move further taking his cock in my mouth. Moving my head back and forward, keeping the eye contact I had. I was sucking his dick, tasting the precum he was dripping from the head. Not long after I realized that his hand are next to his body, and it was all my movement, and I had my hand wrapped around his cock and was sucking it and playing with his balls. He started to moan and told me I was a natural, that he loved the way my lips feels around his cock and what I great job I was doing, I didn’t know if he was right or just saying that, but it made me feel good and encourage me to keep sucking and trying to take it in ass deeps as I could. I even gag on it before continued sucking his nice thick cock.

I was probably sucking his cock for 20 minutes now, licking and playing with his nice shaved balls as well. I started to wonder if he was ready to cum soon before him pulling his cock back and leaning down to kiss me. He asked me if I want to try something else, I was so horny at that moment that I just manage to nod at him. He told me to wait here and he left for just a few seconds coming back with a bottle of body wash. He then told me to go up on the bend on all fours and so I did. He stood behind me and I felt his tongue touching my ass. He was leaking my sweaty asshole, and I could feel his tongue pushing to get inside of me. I loved the feeling of his wet tongue on my ass, how he started to use his hand to spread my ass and eat it better. He then moved down my balls and started to suck my now soft cock again from behind, while in the meantime, I felt his finger trying to push inside of me. Then 2 fingers, then 3, slowly loosening up my ring. With him sucking on my cock and with his finger in my ass I got hard again in no time. Then I felt something cold rub against my ass and felt his finger penetrating me once again. When I looked back I saw squirting the body wash on his hand and rubbing it on his cock before pushing his fingers in me. He then adjusted his cock, his head on my asshole, and told me to push back and breathe, this will hurt at first, but he promised he will be gentle and we can stop at any point. While he was holding my ass and trying to very gently push his head inside of me, I decided to take it in my hand and pushed back, letting his head penetrate me in one swift motion, for him to only kept pushing and going all the way inside of me before realizing what I did. He then stopped with his 8-inch dick fully inside of me, surprised asking me if I was ok. He was a lot bigger and thicker than my toys, and I felt pain, but I told him I would be fine, just to go slow. He was surprised but he didn’t mind and he slowly started to pull out and push back in, holding my ass open with his hand while doing so, adding more wash if it felt needed. He fucked me like that for around 5 minutes before pulling his cock out and spitting on my burning hole, just to penetrate me once again. He kept telling me how tight I was, and how amazing my ass is, asking me if I was ok at the same time. He fucked me for 5 more minutes before I told him to stop. He pulled out and asked if everything is ok, to which I replied yes only to push him down to sit on the bench. Then I crossed my legs over him, sitting on his lap, facing him only to kiss him on the lips. We were making out, only for me to reach back and find his cock, I lifted myself and adjusted his cock on my ass, only to go down taking it all inside with one motion. I started to bounce up and down on his cock, with my hand on his face making out with him. Feeling his cock penetrate me deeper with my every move. My cock was gone soft again and I was leaking precum like crazy, dripping on his belly. He soon grabbed my ass with his hand I started to feel him moving more than I do, taking it almost out before penetrating me once again. Soon he was kissing my neck and fucking me like that only for me to moan like crazy and ask for more, for him to fucked me harder and harder.

From all my screams he got even more excited and he lifted me and put me against the wall only to fuck my ass while holding me in the air. Thanks to the small room I got my legs up on the bend and my back against the hot wall while he was fucking my brains out. I was feeling his cock hit my prostate too fucking nice at that position I was leaking and I didn’t want this to end. It was a bit hard to keep the position for too long so he lifted me once again, to put me on my back on the bench only to start fucking me even harder than before. He grabbed my dick and started to masturbate it, while fucking my ass all I could do it beg for more. Soon I started to cum all over my chest from his strokes, covering myself with my cum, him doing the same a few moments later, taking his cock out of my ass, only to cum all over my body, even hitting my face, to collapse back on the bench next to me. I started to gather sperm with my finger and eat it, wondering what it would taste like, enjoying it. He kept telling me how great this was, how amazing I was, how good and right it felt, and I just played there, thinking of how my ass is still pulsating and feels his cock inside of me.

After we took I shower I went home. On the way and after I kept thinking that this was a one-time thing, I have always wanted to try and I repaid this great guy for all the help getting me to this point in my life. The problem was that the whole night I kept thinking of his cock. I was turning in bed not being able to sleep, and after all the fucking my ass was still begging me for a cock. I even ended up sleeping with a dildo up my but just to be able to fall asleep. In the morning the dildo was still in my but, and my cock was leaking soaking my sheets. I Still wanted girls, I loved their bodies, and the main reason I wanted to lose weight, but at that moment all I could think of was cock. The workday was horrible I failed to concentrate at any point, I was thinking of going to jack off in the bathroom, but my cock wasn’t the problem, it was my twitching asshole. That night I went to the gym again, Alex greeted me casually and I started to train as usual as he was busy helping others that were working out. When we got a free moment he came next to me to see how I was doing, it was awkward for him as well, with people around, but I just told him I will have a long train session today and if doesn’t mind I forgot my protein so I hope he doesn’t mind sharing later, which he agreed with the biggest smile I have ever seen. It took forever for the gym to get empty, I was spinning on the bicycle for almost an hour now, all sweaty and tired, I just tried to keep busy and not think of his cock. I was so tired I was just sitting on the bike, resting from all the workouts with my head falling on the frame. I could still hear Alex talking so I figured there are still people here and could rest for a few minutes like that. It got too quiet and I was so tired I nearly had fallen asleep right there. What do you know soon I felt someone behind me trying to pull my pants down, I was sitting in such a way, that my ass was over the edge of the seat, and I was sitting on my balls. So I felt someone pulling my pants down, and then I felt a colt liquid followed by a familiar thing trying to find its way inside of me. When I looked it was Alex already hard with lube on his cock, pushing it inside my ass, no preparation no warning just started to fuck me then and there. With every stroke of his, I felt my balls being squished under me, my cock starting to leak, and instead of moving or adjusting all I could do Is beg for more. After he got tired of fucking me in this position he moved in front of me sticking his cock in my mouth, I could taste my ass juice, and mainly my sweat. We moved to the bench, where he lay down, I sat on top of him, bouncing up and down while holding the bar, it gave me good leverage to bounce on his cock. We finished on the floor, with my legs up holding them tight together with him from behind fucking me, my cock was sticking out and he would lean down to suck, spit, or jerk it off, while he was fucking my ass, my legs were killing me at that point but I didn’t want it to stop, his dick was hitting just the right spot. Although I wanted to taste his cum, he breed me, fillip my ass up. When he took his dick out of my ass I felt the cum leak down my ass cheeks and on the floor.

That night after we cleaned up and took a shower, I told him he owns me a protein shake so I invited him to my place, where after 3 hours of rough hard sex I finally manage to taste the cum I was craving, falling asleep with his semi-hard dick still in my ass.