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1.

Michael was a guy I met through work, and one I liked instantly. My company did some contract work with his, helping to assess some losses and to make recommendations for improvements. He worked remotely, flying into town every few weeks to be on-site, and we hit it off in the way you sometimes do at work. There were times we’d look across a meeting at each other like we were the only sane two people in the room. He was a few years younger than me, about 35, a natural jock, and had a resonant voice and laugh. He had that easy way some guys have of getting through life, confident, affable and good looking.  

We’d gab during lulls, and sometimes grab lunch together. We were both married, and sometimes would joke about our spouses and domestic lives. He and his wife liked theater and travel and food and the music of Prince. My husband and I loved to travel and were into every cuisine, so we had things in common. We’d both done well professionally, and both had overall happy relationships, acknowledging the rough patches in every marriage.

My husband Rick and I had been together for 12 years, as many of those years legally married as the law would allow. We got together in our late 20s, which I thought gave us better odds at long term success. We’d both had some youthful misadventures already, and knew ourselves pretty well by then. I headed up risk management and thought that way. Rick started an artisanal bread bakery and ran the business, which was financially marginal, but he loved it so he kept at it.

Though we were nearing 40, we were pretty damn fit. I was a runner and he liked lifting, so it was convenient that we both prioritized time for those activities, but nice because we felt no competition with each other. Rick likes to joke that I’m not competitive as long as I’m winning, and he has a point.

Our marriage was monogamous, mostly. To say more, I was content with monogamy, and Rick conformed. As the years went on we had sex less often, even though I thought he was still hot as fuck. To be honest, I sometimes have a hard time being close to people, even when I want to be. 

What seemed to take the edge off was to occasionally bring in a third party, carefully chosen by me, to get Rick off. I think he enjoyed it, and I tolerated it, thankful I could moderate my misgiving about the whole thing by keeping some control. We agreed that it would be a person and timing of my choosing, with Rick’s okay, and we put some other rules in place as well. I thought it was better to acknowledge the risks and manage them, than to let them go unaddressed.  

We did this rarely, but somehow it came to make up most of our sex life. It was a weak spot for us, but honestly things were so good with us in every other way, and it was so hard to talk about that we just went on that way.

With Rick’s 40th birthday approaching I thought he might be feeling a little squirrely. He had nothing to worry about. He was a compact guy, 5’9”, boyishly adorable with curly dark hair and creamy skin. And he had a great body, wth a beautiful chest and ass. I do like my T&A. No one would guess he was 40, because he made 40 look amazing.

I suspected Michael’s relationship might have some flexibility of its own. He intimated to me that he’d hoped to get a little something during his stay, so one day over lunch I flat out asked. He and his wife had an agreement that they both could have something outside the marriage, but only out of town, only with someone they didn’t both know, no emotions entanglements, and no talk of it back home. 

I was reminded of Alexander Dumas who wrote that the chain of marriage is so heavy it takes two to bear it, sometimes three.

“Well, if you ever feel like something different,” I began, but stopped at his startled expression.

“Jonathan, I like you, but…”

“Oh God,” I gasped. “Not me! Well, not directly. My husband. Every now and then I bring someone in for him.” 

I pulled out my phone to show Michael a photo. 

“He’s cute,” Michael said, which was true. “Nice smile.” Also true. And he was impulsive, which I was not. 

“Oh God, look at this,” I laughed, flipping to a photo Rick had DMed me about a month ago of his chest and flat belly with a ring in one nipple. “He’s turning 40 and I think he’s a little freaked out. He just got his tit pierced one day and this is how he let me know, with a selfie.”

The truth was my feelings were hurt when he did that. He has such great tits I feel a little protective of them. But I didn’t like to admit to my hurts – I have reasons – so I made light of it.

“He’s really fit,” Michael said, and I felt a little proud that he noticed.

It was extraordinarily unlike me to blur the lines between work and home, especially on such a sensitive matter. But I’d run some quick calculations. Michael was in his mid thirties and settled himself, not likely to go rogue. He lived out of town, so if things got weird there’d be distance. And he was straight, for God’s sake, and had a wife. It was risky from a work perspective, but no more for me than him, so we both had skin in the game. 

And if I’m being honest, Michael was just so hot. He was a big guy, a couple inches taller than me at 6’1”, and seriously built. You could easily tell even through his professional outfits that he had a big chest and shoulders, and an amazing ass. It seemed to me he and Rick could look great together, with their size difference and their different complexions. If I had to share my husband, it seemed I ought to get something out of it.

“I’ve never been with a guy, and it might be a little too weird for me,” he said. “But thanks for the offer though.” He paused. “Jonathan, I have to ask, this isn’t a black thing, right?”

“What? No. Oh no. Not at all. I just thought you might hit it off and would look good together. And I thought I could trust you.”

All his life, Michael explained, he’d gotten propositions that he felt were because he fit some fetish, with the whole “big black cock” thing, and some gay guys’ fantasies about being dominated by black men.

I tried to laugh it off, saying I’m really not into being dominated anyway, which didn’t surprise him at all. I’m well liked at work, protective of my team, but I knew I had a reputation for a vindictive streak when crossed or pushed too far, and he’d seen glimpses of it. 

The truth was a little more complicated. Rick did have a thing for black guys. I never thought it was a fetish. He was never weird about it, and was never exclusively into black guys. I wasn’t black, after all, and for whatever reasons was attracted to me, at least enough to marry me.

Michael and I checked out, and it seemed no harm done. But as he was leaving to head to the airport, he asked if I could send that photo to his personal phone.

“The tit ring?” I asked, and he nodded.

2.

It was two weeks later when Michael called, and to be honest I was just expecting to talk business.

“So I was thinking,” he said, “about the other thing we discussed. That was a generous offer. And I might have been too quick to decline.”

I felt myself bone up at the thought of seeing Michael that way, but played it cool.

He’d be in town the next week, and wondered if we could arrange something for Friday night, as he’d be heading back home on Saturday.

I’d see what I could do, I told him, but I was certain we had a deal. He was so good looking, and Rick hadn’t had anyone in a long time. And there was some special thrill in getting a straight guy which I’m not proud of but it’s true.

When Rick and I met we were both truly vers, and technically still were. But by habit Rick had become more of a bottom, and me more of a top, even though we both enjoyed it all. That was part of what drew us together in the first place..

It was a little like how he came to do all the cooking and yard work, even though I could do both and enjoyed them. He was just better at those things, and leaned in on them. That’s another thing about Rick. He could do anything at either extreme. He was an amazing cook but also lifted like a pro, and figured out how to remodel the basement. 

And I’d be the first to admit I had no practical skills at all. I was good at anticipating and planning and I could talk a good game, but thinking was most of what I did. And if I thought long enough about a problem I’d figure it out, most of the time. All of that made me pretty good at my job, but at home I tended to the household technology and paying bills. 

I told Rick about Michael over dinner, asking if he was interested. I even found Michael’s photo on his corporate page. “He’s very handsome,” I said.

“He is,” Rick agreed. 

His photo did him justice. He had a deep caramel complexion, a shaved head, not due to baldness because he had a solid shadow on his scalp, and a very light, trimmed beard on a good masculine jawline.

Rick didn’t need a lot of encouragement. So we settled on a plan.

After his meetings, Michael came to our place. It was disorienting having a work acquaintance in my house, having maintained pretty strict boundaries, but it seemed a little late in the game to be uptight about that.

We had a light dinner, which of course included some of Rick’s artisanal bread. None of the three of us ate much, maybe in anticipation for what was to come. But we had a good talk, some laughs, and shared notes on our respective trips to Rome. But the whole time I was watching them size each other up, feeling for chemistry.

When Rick went to the bathroom, Michael turned to me with a big grin. 

“I’m in,” he said.

“Good,” I replied.

As we agreed, I followed Rick to the bedroom, taking a seat where I’d have a good view. If I wanted I could jerk off. I could ask them to do something, or to stop doing something, if I wanted. But otherwise the time would be theirs together. I don’t know if my resentment or arousal was more stimulating.

Rick looked so beautiful to me in the dimly lit room, belly down on our bed, head on his crossed arms and his pale ass hiked up. I was equal parts turned on and anxious, but we were in it now.

Michael came in next, and took off his shirt and pants, setting them on a chair in the corner. He was even more built than I’d expected, like a bodybuilder almost, but with a bit of a firm, masculine belly, and a light spread of hair on his chest. He slid his black boxer briefs down, and I couldn’t help but be impressed. He had a hefty dick, I guessed 8 inches and change at near full erection, and big balls. I had to check my breathing as he climbed into our bed.

These things were a challenge for me, and the hotter the guy I invited in, the more difficult, because my arousal and anxiety paralleled each other every time. Michael probably topped the charts.

Rick started by checking out Michael’s hefty cock, first with his hand and then his mouth, sucking it and covering it with spit to lube it for his throat. “Oh fuck yeah,” Michael whispered, caressing Rick’s head.

I was quite erect myself. But I didn’t touch myself yet. 

Rick was a gifted cocksucker, and he shared his gift with Michael, working his cock diligently, pulling Michael down on his ass so he could get that big prick in his throat at different angles. He wasn’t shy about gagging on it, or the copious mucous it took to deep throat it.

“Jesus Christ,” Michael groaned, like a man who’d not often had his cock serviced like this, and I didn’t think there were many who could do such an able job. His caresses of Rick’s head gradually became more assertive, holding Rick’s head down while he forced his erection into his throat. “Fucking suck it,” I heard him grunting, pumping his hips into Rick’s face, and I became worried he might cum when there was still more to do.

“Why don’t you fuck him now?” I asked, but it wasn’t really a question.

Michael was reminded of my presence, and to be honest looked a little disappointed to take his cock out of Rick’s mouth. When he did, his big cock looked meaty, and glistened with my husband’s saliva.

Rick sat up, wiping his mouth on his forearm, and face to face Michael kissed him with an intensity that took me aback. But I could see why. A guy who hasn’t had really good head usually is taken aback by the intensity of it, and even guys who don’t like to kiss lose it at that point, with pretty big feelings for the mouth that gave them that kind of pleasure.

After a few minutes Rick said, “I’m ready,” and turned around on elbows and knees, ass up.

Good man, Rick. 

I knew this meant he’d cleaned himself out, and lubed inside and out. We agreed earlier that some of the potentially messy logistics might be off putting for a straight guy, and we both wanted this to be pleasurable for Michael.

But if Michael had any squeamishness, it didn’t slow him down. He pulled up behind Rick and slid his cock up and down Rick’s crack, and then aimed for his hole. He began the long sink into him, watching it enter as Rick guided him with words and gasps, telling Michael when to go slow, when to hold and when to go deeper. But as he inevitably would, Michael soon enough had his full length and girth inside my husband.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, resting his hands on Rick’s hips to begin a rolling fuck. His cock slid nearly out and all the way back in with – for him – ease. Of course it was harder on Rick. I could hear his moans as he worked to accommodate the monster cock that must have been stretching him to the core. But he took it, and I could tell he enjoyed it.

Michael fucked him at different angles, getting the hang of plowing a muscular man’s ass rather than whatever he was used to, and he was a quick study.

“Can you get on your back?” Michael asked, but I stopped them.

“On his belly,” I said. 

I suppose my resentment was piqued, because as turned on as I was I was jealous too. They were enjoying each other about as much as I was comfortable with, and they didn’t need to be face to face too. And I knew with a bigger dick it was easier for Rick to take it from behind anyway. I assured myself I was doing him a favor.

Rick got on his belly and Michael entered him again, faster this time. He had a sense of what Rick could take, and was less restrained in giving it to him. He fucked harder now, up on his elbows at first, and then as he got more into it just on Rick’s back, his hips slamming, all his muscles working together like magic. I could hear Rick groaning, getting lost in his prostate being pounded, like I thought he would in this position.

“I’m gonna cum,” Michael gasped, and I began to work my dick, using some well placed lube.

“Fuck me,” pleaded Rick, sliding a hand down to his own cock, even as it was pummeled into the mattress. Michael had that humping action going on in his back, like dogs mating, and when I heard him call out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK” I knew he was cumming.

My own cock spewed, the hot white stiff running down my pumping fist as I watched my husband get pounded.

Even when Michael was done with his load, he continued to grind into Rick’s ass who was working his own cock furiously. He spasmed and came with Michael’s semi still lodged in him.

When Michael pulled out of Rick his cock, even having cum, looked hefty and inflamed. He flopped onto his back, covered in sweat, his breathing hard but easing.

“Oh my God,” he sighed. “That was… intense.”

He ran his fingers over Rick’s skin affectionally, and kissed him. I joined them and for the first time kissed Michael myself. His tongue was strong and aggressive in my mouth.

Michael left after showering, and we hugged him at the door.

In a freshly made bed Rick and I snuggled and spoke.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“You looked beautiful,” I told him. “It was so hot seeing him get off in you.”  It was all true, but not the whole truth. 

I cupped his ass and felt my own cock stir and wondered about asking to get in him, but he seemed so content already, so we slept.

3.

It was another two weeks when Michael called to say he’d be in town, and could we get together again.

I understood by we he meant Rick.

I was uncertain. We didn’t do repeats, as a rule. But the first time had been quite something, and Rick’s birthday was coming up. It could be a surprise early gift. I fought my misgivings, and won, I thought.

I told him the time to come over, and this time I didn’t suggest dinner. I didn’t see the need to feed him before he fucked my husband. That had been a social nicety last time, and we could now get right to business.

I let Rick know I hoped he’d be prepped for a fuck when I got home, but I didn’t mention a guest. This was a little outside our rules, but when I showed up with Michael, Rick seemed happily surprised.

They kissed and undressed in the living room, and I pulled my pants off, taking a seat to watch.

Michael sat on the sofa and let Rick service his big cock. In the better lit living room I could see even better how Rick worked that big veiny erection, while Michael ran his big hands over his smooth pale back, pulling Rick’s head down to meet his thrusts, saying “Yeah baby, suck that cock.” It was unsettling, to be honest.

“How did you want it today?” I asked Michael.

“Like this is pretty good,” Michael said, indicating his seated position.  

Rick stood on the sofa, feet on either side of Rick and lowered himself, letting Michael guide his cock to his slicked hole. He got the head in and Rick continued to settle down on it. It took some effort, but Rick knew his stuff. And they were at least a little more familiar with each other, and could read each other’s cues.

Rick let himself rest when he had Michael’s whole towering cock in him, letting his insides adjust and finding his best position to fuck himself on it. Michael helped by thrusting up as he could in that position, running his hands over Rick’s body, and even grabbing at his dripping dick between their bellies. 

Michael wrapped his lips around one of Rick’s pink nipples, sucking it, and then the other, with the piercing. He darted his tongue around it, caught the bar in his teeth and pulled lightly, making Rick gasp.

I cleared my throat. Michael turned to me, even while he was pumping into Rick. 

“Brother, you showed it to me. I had to.”

I murmured and jerked my cock faster. “I want you to cum in him.” I actually was ready for him to be done.

Rick hugged Michael’s head to his chest and let our guest thrust his massive cock up into him,  while Michael mouthed Rick’s tit. I could hear the clapping against Rick’s ass increase in speed and volume, and then a loud groan as Michael came, shooting straight up into Rick like a geyser.  

Rick stroked his cock frantically. Already agitated by the friction between their bodies, he came quickly onto Michael’s belly and chest.

“Oh fuck,” groaned Michael, near laughing between kisses on Rick’s chest. “That was so hot.”

I watched as his semi slid out of my husband, lube covered and dripping cum onto my floor.

I stood up and came to Rick’s back. I thought his ass would be so easy to enter, fucked and lubed and with Michael’s load probably still hot in him. I shot a volley of cum on his ass and back, while he was still on Michael’s lap.

I hadn’t been in Rick for a very long time.

4.

I felt we were done with Michael, though of course I’d keep a professional relationship. Once was good, twice was taking a chance, but three times was getting into high risk territory, in my opinion.

I did genuinely like him, and I liked my life with Rick. There was no reason to not keep both, if separately.

That’s why I was so surprised to come home only a week later to find Michael there, with Rick of course.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” I said, flatly.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, cheerfully.

“Well. I am,” I replied, less than hospitably. “Surprised.”

Michael wanted Rick to blow him again.

“I need to get better acquainted with that throat,” he said, patting my husband’s face as Rick swallowed his cock. He must have been getting the best head of life because he looked like he was going to lose it so many times. But he was saving himself for some ass.

This time he fucked Rick on his back, face to face, my husband’s legs pulled back by his own hands as Michael humped into him, kissing him. It was the first thing I’d said no to. And I could still say no again, in theory. I could have called for no kissing at all. 

But by now they had done this three times and the intimacy was there, and I’d look like a bad sport. Or a jealous scorned husband, which I was.

Michael’s hips whipped into Rick’s ass, as my husband begged for more, and I have to admit that for all my anxiety and anger, it was a sight to behold. Michael was made to fuck, and I could hardly hold it against Rick that he enjoyed it.

After Michael came he kissed Rick for a long time, while my husband jerked off, and so did I, across the room.

When it was done I walked Michael out.

“Hey,” I said. “I don’t want to be weird about this, but I think this has gone on long enough. I’d like you not to come over again.”

“I would, brother,” he said, clapping my back with his hand. “But that ass. I’m not sure I could stop if I wanted to. And I don’t.”

I was speechless. 

He got into his car, started it, and drove off. In my head I could hear him adding, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

Inside I spoke with Rick.

“It’s just sex,” Rick said. “Which you don’t even want to have with me anyway.” He was so wrong. “If it bothers you why don’t you forbid it?”

Of course I wanted to have sex with him. Sometimes I’d jerk off thinking about him, like some horny teenager. And I sure as fucked wanted to forbid what was happening. But how could I admit to these things? It would be admitting I lost. And to what end? If this is what they both wanted, I could only frustrate their desires, not reverse them. And worse still, what if I forbade it and it happened anyway? How humiliated did I have to be?

I could tell when I was in a power balance shift, having come out on top of a few, and I could see where this would go, as clearly and inevitably as striking a match results in a flame.  Michael would start showing up without my being home, without me even knowing. They’d fuck, with Michael getting more assertive, learning how far he could go with a muscle bottom like Rick. I’d be marginalized, and the last remnants of intimacy I still had with my husband would be snuffed like a candle being blown out.

When I was a kid the hardest thing about raising me was there was no way to punish or threaten me, because there wasn’t anything I wasn’t willing to give up. I knew even then that if I cared too much about anything I’d be at risk. So the adults in my life could take anything and I’d surrender it. But at long last I’d found the thing I couldn’t give up, and I could feel it being pried from my grasp.

“This isn’t just sex,” I insisted, not that sex alone was inconsequential. I had feelings about that. “You’re starting to have a relationship. You have your own intimacy with him, and without me.”

I admit that in the heat of the moment I thought for half a second of hiring someone to beat Michael, or even kill him. Ridiculous stuff. I even thought of fighting him, which could only end in me being the one beaten.

I’d been so cautious since childhood, and the one time I relaxed and acted emotionally I invited every bad thing I’d feared into my carefully planned life. And I did it without any influence other than my own arrogance that I’d reached a position in which I couldn’t be hurt.

I should have just held Rick. It’s what he would have done. But I didn’t have his gift for the physical. I only knew words, so he responded in kind.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” Rick said. “You invited him. You gave him my photo. Jonathan, I feel like you baited him with me, but now I’m to blame for it. You’re the one with a plan for everything. What did you expect to happen?”

Well. Not this. But it was a good question.

5.

I called Michael. I’d done a lot of thinking since his last visit, I told him, and hoped he’d come over on his next trip to town.  As a matter of fact he’d like that, he replied, so we scheduled something.

He showed up on time, as handsome as ever, and more comfortable in our home.

We went to the bedroom, where Rick was already in bed, naked. I asked Michael to have a seat in the very chair where I’d first watched him fuck Rick’s ass. There was a bottle of lube on the side table, as there was that night.

I sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned my shirt.

“I think you both know I was pretty unhappy with things last time we were all together,” I said. “I’ve done a lot of thinking and there’s a few things I need to say. And if at the end of it, you two are a thing, then that’s how it is.”

Michael was attentive, and Rick listened from behind me.

“First of all, I realize that in the way things happen in marriage, I let some things slide. I used to love to cook, and now I don’t even know where we keep the flour. That became Rick’s thing. And it was like that with the libido in our relationship too. He’s good at everything physical, and I have issues. So I let him own that for the both of us. It wasn’t a plan, but it was a mistake.” I looked at Rick. “And I’m sorry.”

I stripped off my shirt. And I’m not built anything like Michael, or even Rick. I’m long and slim, and I used to be so self conscious about how thin I was that it hurt. But for almost 40 I look pretty great. I like my chest hair, even the gray hairs that have turned up recently. I like my waist and my flat belly. They look good, and I earned them.

“Rick, I know I don’t say what I want enough for you. I never felt secure enough to do that. But I try so hard to be a good husband. I put it into work, mostly, and I know we like all the things that buys us, like our house and our trips, and just feeling secure… your personal trainer. Excellent work there, by the way. Please keep it up.”

I felt like crying a little bit, but instead stood up to drop my pants and briefs. I have long runner’s legs that never fail me, no matter what I ask of them, which is a lot. And I have a good sized cock that I’ve maybe ignored of late. Just the same, when I get back in bed behind Rick, my dick goes hard like a champion.

“And it’s not your bakery paying for those things, because buddy, I know the books, and the profits wouldn’t feed a family of mice, especially if you actually paid yourself like you should.” I teased his hole with the crown of my cock, tracing the lubed exterior and nudging just in and out of him. “But we all undervalue ourselves sometimes, right? And I don’t even care if it makes a penny, because it’s your passion project, and I love you and I want you to be happy.” 

He turned to look at me, and it seemed like we were okay. Fuck, his capacity to just accept whatever I threw at him was amazing.

I let the head press into him and begin to slide the rest in. I’d prepped his ass myself earlier, and it’s smooth and slick with lube. I glide slowly in and out, letting Rick push back to get most, but not all, of my dick into him. God, it feels so good.

I turn to Michael and say “This time you get to watch, brother.”

It was distracting to talk while I slow fucked Rick’s ass and waves of pleasure washed over me. But I’m a good talker, when I need to be, and there was a lot still to say.

“You’re a fuck machine,” I told Michael. “But there’s a few things you missed.

“Like the way you just showed up and got inside Rick? That takes preparation, at least if you want him to take it the way he does. I took that time while you were on your way here today. I lubed him and fingered him – unf, fuck, this is good –  with so much patience and care I had practically a hand up there, and he fucking loved it. He was leaking precum like a hose, and I didn’t even have my pants off.”

I dropped onto my elbows to get into Rick from an even better angle for him to buck up to my hips, fucking himself on my cock, or as much of it as I let him have.

“Rick – oh God – didn’t even used to like this,” I said as Rick’s ass milked my cock. “He tolerated it. But one day we got into a fight, and when I was make-up fucking him, he said it was like something opened up in him, and it was like a straight shot from my dick to everything that felt good. And he’s loved it ever since. You could say I know where his buttons are – uuuuuunh – because I installed them.”

(I still remembered that moment vividly, and the way his mouth opened and his eyes pleaded with me, when getting fucked turned really good, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.)

I turned Rick on his side, one leg under me and the other over my thigh. As I fucked into him I could see his cock, about the same length as mine but thicker, bounce against his belly with every one of my thrusts into him.

“You like that buddy boy?” I asked Rick, and he grunted his approval.

I let Rick roll onto his back, and took a break from fucking him to suck his cock, which fit into my throat like it was tailor made for it, swalowing him while I breathed through my nose. I’m a runner and have good control like that.

When his cock was good and teased I spread his legs and pushed them back so I could shove my tongue into his ass, which he always loved.  “Lube tastes like shit,” I said to Michael, my lips smeared with it. “But the ass is fantastic.”

I pushed my cock into him again, pulled out and slid in again a few times to whet his desire for more, and he was just about where I wanted.

“Rick had to jerk off every time you were with him, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” I said, noting that Michael had unzipped and was doing just that, with his magnificent beautiful cock. “But… well, let me show you..” 

I started pounding harder. Rick’s groans and writhing hips told me I was on target, so I took his hands and pinned them up over his head, away from his own erection, and gave him most of my mine, watching his cock oozing precum bounce against his belly.

“The thing is, you’re a piledriver, which I’m not – uuunh – but I do have some – fuck I’m close – finesse.”

I spied a strand of milky white in Rick’s precum, like one of those glass marbles, and I knew he was ready. I finally gave him that extra inch I’d been holding back, that his ass maybe forgot I had. But I did. And trust me, when I hit his prostate he felt it. I flooded his ass with my load as my dick fucked a load of hot cum out of him, from deep in his ass, through his cock and onto his chest and belly, his hands locked in my grip above his head. 

So yeah, I do withhold part of myself, probably too often. But in the end I’m there 100%.

I gave Rick a slow grind, kissing him until his hands-free cum had all been sapped out. He’s a great kisser, which maybe I don’t say enough, because his tit and ass game is so strong.

I turned to see Michael pumping his cock, and Jesus Christ, he looked so good. It was no wonder I was so into him. He jerked out a load that poured over his fist and down his balls.

I pulled out of Rick and grabbed the towels I’d laid out in anticipation. I used one myself and tossed another to Rick, to wipe off. And then I sat again on the edge of the bed, between them. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” I said. “But we all need to get a few things straight.

“This whole thing got out of hand, and that’s on me, not on either of you. I invited it, I allowed it. I gave you both every reason to think it was acceptable enough to me to put up with. But it’s not.”

I turned to my husband first. 

“Rick, I let you think I didn’t want you. But I do. Sometimes I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly think straight, and I wait for it to pass. It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that it’s so big and scary how much I do that all I can do to protect myself is shy away from it. So I really fucked that up. I’m so sorry.

“I love you so much, and if you want an open relationship I guess you can find one. But it’s not going to be with me. My heart’s just not built for it. I can do more to be a better husband, but I can’t do that, and I won’t. And this thing here with the three of us is done, now, at least my part in it is.”

Rick curled up behind me and rested his head on my back. He could always say so much more with a touch than I could with all my words. We’d have a lot to sort out later, but at least I told him how I felt. 

I turned to face Michael. 

“And Michael. I like you. I genuinely do. And I owe you some apologies.

“I think maybe I invited you in because I needed something to shake me out of my complacency. Or because I had a thing for you – still do, to be honest – so I have to own that. I let Rick be the proxy for my desire, and then I felt excluded by my own design. And maybe I did have some ‘big black cock’ thing. I hope not, but I’m as messed up as anyone. Usually more. So for however I used you, consciously or not, I’m truly sorry.

“But also, if you ever disrespect me or my family again in my own home, I will retaliate.

“I could tell you that I’ve identified every error you and your team have made that have cost your employer millions. It’s ordinary shit, you actually do a great job. But I can paint a picture that will make your job obsolete faster than you can blink. I could tell you I’ll be talking with your wife, because no matter what your arrangement is, I don’t think she’d be too okay with you having regular helpings of the best ass on the west coast.”

I reached behind me, to pat Rick.

“I have other ideas too. Contingencies on contingencies that I won’t even warn you about, in case I ever need them. But I don’t want to do any of those things. I’m so, so tired of even thinking of them.

“But the point is, if you try to take anything from me that I care about, I will fight you, and I will win.

“I’d rather we just be men about it. And maybe friends. I’d like us to have a little grace.”

Michael nodded. “Fair enough.”

He agreed things had just gotten out of hand. I could see how. He’s just a person and he had his own shit to work out too, just like me. But we were good. All three of us.

There was one more thing I figured out that I couldn’t quite say that night. 

This is the thing about sex, for me.

I know other guys can just have it and move on. Hell, Michael said he couldn’t give up Rick’s ass, but then he did, without even a fight. I’m not made that way.

There are so many guys like Michael who are so hot I could put my head through a wall just to dull my desire. And I want every one of them to want me too. But I’m a man, not a boy, and I can choose what’s in me that I yield to and what I don’t.

For me sexual intimacy is incendiary. It’s like you strike a match and have this little flame, and it’s kind of a miracle it’s there at all. But if you’re not careful it can burn your house down. Or if you forget to feed it it can go out forever. It’s too dangerous and too precious at the same time. If it wasn’t both of those things, it wouldn’t matter so much.

It’s so overwhelming it makes my heart hurt sometimes. But I still want the flame, even with all the risks. And despite my many screw ups, I want to protect and nurture it, so it can keep us both safe and warm in our home, which, for me, is where it belongs.

Maybe I’ll find a way to say this to Rick. Or maybe he’ll find this someday and read it himself.

– END –

This story is purely fictional and contains explicit content. There are taboo themes included. All characters are above the age of 18.

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Insert Character – Zay

20-year-old college student. Slim but toned build, 5’11”, dark-skinned. Grown-out beard and a short-cut fade atop his head. Bisexual man leaning into his homosexual tendencies most of the time, loves sports, music, and writing.

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Adulthood has been tiring. Education, work, social life, health, bills, relationships.

Education, work, social life, health, bills, relationships.

Social life, relationships.

Relationships. Relationships.

Relationships.

For some reason, my mind fixated on that term, crowning it the “word of the day”. I think I was hitting a withdrawal period from close-knit interactions, for better or worse.

It wasn’t so much the prospect of dating as it was getting rid of the longing brick in my pants, being your average 20-year-old college student and all. As stressful as life can be, that quick nut is one hell of a short-term fix.

…So naturally, I did what any horny man-loving guy my age would do – grab my phone and browse the Internet for something that could get me going. I loved scrolling through hot photos of celebrity crushes, settling for a Google search of Idris Elba. He was wearing a sharp suit, a kink of mine. Racing through my mind was the thought that he was drop-dead gorgeous…that man could do anything he wanted to me.

As I began rubbing the lump in my basketball shorts, thoughts raced through my head. I really need a friend with benefits, I concluded mentally.

Meanwhile, my dick was throbbing, oh so sensitive today – I couldn’t help but whimper as I massaged my dick head through my boxers.

“Damn, he’s fine…could give me that daddy dick any day…”, I whispered as I played with myself, already feeling some pre-cum staining the cloth. It was then that my door flew open, with my father immersed in his phone before looking up to talk to me.

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Insert Character – Raymond

48-year-old man, Zay’s father. 6’1”, former athlete, currently an entrepreneur. Dark-skinned tone and has a very thick body. Loves wearing chains and sports caps over his short dark hair. Has a smile so stunning that it could make a dentist question their career.

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“Hey Zay, I’m gonna be heading ou-”

I can’t say the sight of my hands down my shorts, rubbing my junk was anything but awkward for my Dad to see, hence the sudden silence.

“…out. Erm…”, he paused.

“Uh…well, sorry if I interrupted your…alone time.”, he awkwardly apologized.

“…Lock your door next time man!”, Eddie exclaimed in a mixture of amusement and scolding before swiftly closing the door.

I groaned. Not the type of groan I wanted to be making a couple minutes prior – but rather in annoyance at my horniness reducing to a pulp after such an unsettling interaction.

“Way to gaslight me too, Dad, maybe don’t barge in my room?”, I mumbled to myself in annoyance.

Whatever.

I attempted to get back into the mood, of course to no avail. A few frustrating minutes later, I decided to text my friend Bron to hangout.

Bron was a real chill dude – despite being one of our university’s athletic faces as a standout football prospect, he was always far-removed from the boastful side of things. Down-to-earth was where his heart was, and it reflected in who he surrounded himself with. Even more low-key guys like me. That’s the homie.

I figured I could put this weekend day to use by prompting a hangout session, complete with generic guy things – video games, ordering food, watching wrestling, you get the gist. We could get lost in a day of antics pretty quickly together, and it had been that way for years.

After getting dressed in something casual for the warm weather, I headed over to the bathroom to grab some stuff for my hair when I noticed the door was open with the shower on. My dad was washing up before he left the house, and I couldn’t help but stare a bit.

For some context on my father – he’s a divorced man, and it’s a bit hard to understand why. He’s charismatic, friendly, and I must admit…very, very attractive. Him and my mother just didn’t see eye-to-eye, although I’m not exactly sure why. Seeing him bare in the shower, thick ass on full display, made me question why anybody wouldn’t want a piece of this every day.

It felt wrong for me to be enjoying a sight like this, but who doesn’t appreciate a good model show, huh?

Eventually, I put my horniness aside to focus on the matter at hand. I knocked on the door.

“Hey Dad, can I come in and grab the brush and oil real quick?”, I asked. “Yeah, just look away from me!”, he chuckled in response. It wasn’t a hard ask, given I had been staring for minutes prior.

“I’m going to Bron’s house, I’ll see you later!”, I clarified.

“Alright son! Love you!”, he yelled back as I closed the bathroom door, freshened up, and dashed out the house to catch the bus.

I did text Bron as a heads up, even though I’m usually welcome around his place whenever. He hadn’t responded, but I chalked that up to him maybe being immersed in an online game match or working out or something. I figured a hard knock on his front door would be more than enough for attention-grabbing.

His driveway was empty, so it was safe to say he was either home alone or not home at all. I was really hoping it wasn’t the latter, given I took the bus all the way here – a lack of reciprocation from my front-door knocking began to give me that concern.

I tried a few times to no success, and began to walk down my friend’s front yard when I heard a noise from his backyard. It sounded like…moaning?

No way. Surely not.

As per usual, his beaten-down gate was unlocked as I creeped around the side of the house. Peeking around the corner to observe the main backyard area, I was met with a baffling sight. Bron was on his pull-out chair beside the pool – sunglasses on, body glowing, legs spread wide, and two fingers knuckle-deep in his ass.

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Insert Character – Bron

21-year-old college student. 6’0”. White but tanned, muscular, on the thicker side. Has an incredibly sharp goatee and short, brown hair. Plays football for his university, but loves playing video games and watching wrestling in his free time.

And fingering himself, I guess.

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I was in shock.

“Mmmm…yeah…take that pussy…”, Bron moaned as he bit his lip. His finger movements were slow, deliberate, and deep. He was clearly well-into this session.

More moans escaped his breath as I questioned my entire social existence in that moment. Bron was gay? Or at least…liked dudes? Why didn’t he tell me? Did he have sex with guys? Why am I getting so hard?

…Well, it wasn’t too hard to tell why I was getting stiff. But if I wasn’t a living erection yet, his next words were more than enough for me to become one.

“Yeah Zay…I love how you give me that dick baby…”, he gasped in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice as his legs quivered and breaths tightened. I assume he was hitting his G-spot with his fingers.

So…not only was Bron gay, but he wanted me? I was slightly annoyed at the thought, given I could’ve been getting my dick wet for ages now. With my best friend at that!

I continued to watch, leaning a bit too hard against the wall because of how into it I was. I accidentally lost my footing, tripping and knocking over a ceramic pot on the floor. I was able to get myself up without exposure, but the pot cartoonishly rolled forward into the depths of Bron’s backyard as he immediately sat up. He gently pulled his fingers out of his insides, wiping them on the chair. Ew, man.

“Who’s there?”, he yelled in intimidation as he pulled his basketball shorts up, threw on his tank top and began walking in my direction. I could’ve fled, but a combination of freezing up in uncertainty and somewhat wanting to be caught kept me stuck in place.

“…Zay?”, he said in surprise as he turned the corner and saw me pressed up against his wall like an idiot.

“Oh shit, wassup homie?”, he said in excitement before giving me a slight jab at the shoulder. “You scared me there for a second, bro. I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Yeah, I texted you. You didn’t respond, so I just assumed you were busy. I wanted to check first though.”, I clarified in nervousness.

He returned to his backyard to enter the house from the back porch, and I followed in silence. I didn’t know what to say or do after what I just saw.

“You good bro?”, he questioned, looking back at me. We were virtually the same height, but it felt as if he was towering over me. This situation was overwhelming.

As Bron scanned me for signs of doubt, he froze in place after his realization. “Ah, man. Did you…I’m so sorry, bro. I shoulda locked the gate.”, he panicked. His realization was as bone-chilling and awkward as mine was a few minutes ago.

“It’s…cool bro, we all got needs…”, I tried to minimize it while scratching the back of my head with an uncomfortable smirk. Bron just nodded his head and looked away blankly.

“…how much did you see?”, he asked.

After taking a deep breath and gulping in nervousness, I decided to be upfront.

“I saw a lot. And…heard a lot, too. It’s all cool between us but…we gotta talk about this bro.”, I said as we reached his bedroom door.

Bron composed himself. “Yeah man, I’ve been having some realizations…I do low-key wanna get around and experiment a bit. Dudes are hot!”, he began laughing which eased the tension. He took a seat on his bed and encouraged me to do the same.

“Aye bro, you know who you’re talking to? No need to justify that to my horny ass!”, I smiled back after pushing his shoulder jokingly.

“Shut up man!”, he cackled back as he pushed in return.

The pushing eventually broke into a faux wrestling match of sorts on his bed. Bron was inherently much bigger and stronger, so it didn’t take long for him to climb on top of me and pin me down.

“You lucky there’s no ref to count you out.”, he said giggling.

“Guess you can’t win then!”, I responded before flipping him over so I was on top. That took a lot of strength.

We stared at each other for a stretch of time before breaking into laughter.

“Thank you for not making this situation weird, bro. This is why I love your stupid ass.”, Bron expressed before enveloping me in a hug.

This was a nice moment, but our bodies touching this closely was accelerating an already horny mind. Especially given there was still an elephant in the room – he clearly felt a way about me.

We embraced for what felt like eternity before I lifted my face to look at him again. It was a staring contest for the ages, eventually broken by Bron closing his eyes and cackling. I joined in on the laughter.

“What, bro?”, he questioned, looking straight at me.

“Man, it’s nothing…”, I brushed it off with a stupid smile, unwilling to express my feelings.

“Oh, be for real bro. Come here.”, Bron said before gently pulling my head down to meet his, our lips colliding tenderly. We gave each other a few soft smooches before Bron looked up at me with a smile.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 

It’s been a couple months since my first time Orgy experience and it has been memorable for sure. It’s something I think about practically everyday and been hoping for another opportunity to involve myself in one again. I’ve been surfing through my Sniffies app for cruising and groups but nothing that I would be able to attend or even catch my interest. My friend, the one who got me into the orgy in the first place, has been quiet since then and been busy. I haven’t gotten the chance to really hit him up about it but I’ve been meaning to soon. He ends up texting me on the weekend asking me if I was free…

I responded, “yeah I should be alone tonight since my parents usually go out around 8”. He sends me a picture of his ass and says, “ I need you to pound me tonight” which caught me beyond off guard since he knows I’ve been a bottom faggot since I sucked dick for the first time when I was 13. My cock only gets hard when I get fucked or when I jerk off to bottom porn where I watch the big cock fuck a big ass. I replied with, “I’m not a top but I’d love if you could fuck me again like old times” to which he responded, “nobody is available right now to fuck me and I need to get filled, so it’s either you or my dildo so get that dick ready”. I got nervous. I never had to get my dick hard for ANYBODY and wasn’t even sure it could get hard when I needed it to. The anxiety and nerves for sure was not helping me either. I knew he’d come quick since he didn’t live far and the urgency in his tone of text gives me a feeling he was already on the way over.

i begin to watch some of my favorite porn videos to try and get my dick hard but it is not working as fast as I wished. The nerves got more and more intense as the time passed and I knew he’d knock on that door any minute now. I tried inserting my butt plug to get me horny enough and that helped a little but it got me excited for anal which I knew wasn’t in the cards tonight. Suddenly, I hear the doorbell. My heart sank. I opened the door and he walks in and greets me excitedly. He walks to the couch that he’s pounded me on before and takes off his shorts and is wearing a black and blue jockstrap from his athlete days. He ass was a lot more plump and bubbly than I remember. Maybe that’s because I was always focused on his cock instead. His ass being pushed up by the straps was sexy and got me a little enticed. He kneeled over on the couch and looked back at me and said to me, “This ass is for you, come play”. I came over and grabbed his cheeks real hard like I would want mine to be grabbed, and started moving them to the side to expose his anus. It looked amazingly clean but dark enough to give that authentic look to it. I love a good dark hole that still tells you it’s always going to be a shitting hole. I bend down to smell it and start to lick it. It tasted amazing and had good sweat flavors you love to taste. He began to moan like a faggot bitch, I would know since I do it all the time but I never hear it on the other side. His moaning and his taste got me REAL horny. My cock began to grow and thicken like never before. I got even more excited and comfortable as the eating continued. 

He began to push his anus out more to my tongue and let me stick it as deep as I could inside. It was the most fun I had with my tongue since sucking my uncles cock for the first time. I finally had enough and had to fuck my first ass ever. I got up and completely forgot that I needed lube. I’ve never even thought to prepare for this that I was completely blanked at the moment. He proceeded to say to me in an out of breath state “it’s okay, just spit up your cock and enter me please, I need it”. I spat it up as best I can and put the head of my cock on his hole. I pushed in as slowly and gently as I could and it surprisingly made its way inside better than I expected. I think it helped that I didn’t have a big cock. I began to go faster in my thrusts and was full on fucking my first ass. His moans got louder and louder as I felt a rush of adrenaline and horniness that was so new to me but at the same time sensational. I can now understand why all of the tops, including my uncle, has been obsessed with fucking my ass so much. This is much better than just receiving head that’s for sure. Before I knew it, I felt the urge to cum and I came all inside of him. Easily the best orgasm I ever had and it didn’t go to waste. I officially breeded someone for the first time. I pulled out slowly as my dick was beyond sensitive and he quickly turned around and cleaned my cock off. I looked down on him in a way that I hope each and every top looked down at me before. The feeling of putting a true bottom fag in its place has finally made its way to me, and must I say, it is truly addicting. 

Barrett Barrell was a monster of a man. At a young age, he started working as a professional wrestler because he was just too mean to fit anywhere else. He had no training whatsoever, and his roughhouse style showed as much. He loved beating people up–he found it came naturally for him, and he got paid well for it.

He might’ve become a world champion somewhere, in some promotion, had he ever cared enough to learn technique or focus. But technique, and sportsmanship, and glory–none of those things were important to him. He stepped between the ropes because he wanted the guy on the other side of the ring to tremble with fear.

As he got older and fatter and balder, he found that fear easier to elicit. Even well into his early 60s, no one wanted to get in the ring with him, and those that did found themselves humiliated to the point where they’d have to move states or change names or wear a mask just to get booked. Barrett broke minds–he took their spirits and squeezed them dry. He was a bully in every sense of the word, and the sort of abuse he liked to inflict became something of an addiction for him. If he got his opponent to cry even a little bit, it was a good night.

Barrett Barrell was not someone you’d call handsome. His huge, thick lips hid crooked teeth and wide, slobbering tongue that seemed to spend more time hanging out of his mouth than in. His blue, sunken eyes drooped with wicked intent. He sniffed constantly. His cheeks were round and red. His sagging chest was enormous, and could not be concealed by his leather vest. His belly hung down below his belt line, and wobbled with his gait.

And yet, despite all this, there was something strangely hypnotic about him. He walked around town looking like he owned the place. No one dared say anything bad about him. Everyone feared him. People whispered behind his back, but no one would dare speak to him directly.

No one ever told Timmy Sun, his opponent for the evening, any of this.

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Timmy Sun walked out into the arena to no music, and no particular fanfare. It was his debut match, and no one expected much from him. The booker called him “Twinkletoes” behind his back when he went through the curtain. Timmy heard it. He thought he’d be embarrassed, or angry, but instead he just kind of accepted that this sort of thing would happen, given how much smaller he was compared to other wrestlers.

He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to care. They certainly didn’t pay him enough to care, and pay was all he cared about–win or lose, a paycheck was going to get handed to him at the end of the night. That’s all that mattered.

He wore a sleeveless white shirt emblazoned with a gold star, with pink speedos and boots. He adjusted his pink wrist tape and tried to ignore the front row drunks that called him a sissy. They probably wouldn’t remember him tomorrow. But still: he was new, and vulnerable, and maybe a little afraid.

He hopped onto the apron, and stepped through the ropes.

The ref stared at him. Timmy looked tiny even next to the official. Maybe the ref was wondering if this whole match was some kind of sick joke. Timmy knew he could handle physical abuse; he was sturdier than his toned, 5-and-half-foot body made him look, he thought. He had heard his opponent was a fat old guy so he figured he could probably just wait till his opponent gassed out and get a surprise roll up pin or something. That’s the way these old timers usually were at indie shows–all intimidation, no stamina. Or maybe he’d just lay down for a pin after a few minutes and let the guy win. It didn’t matter to him either way.

But then Barrett Barrell’s entrance music–“Lovin’ You’s a Dirty Job”–came on. Timmy raised an eyebrow and peered down the ramp-way. There was a big dude in an ill fitting leather vest and jeans limping towards the ring. His belly hung over his belt. He was balding but still attempted a mullet. He had a bushy black mustache that twitched. His arms were thick, perhaps the only part of his body with any visible strength. He walked slowly, purposefully. He seemed to enjoy being stared at, and met Timmy’s gaze with an unflinching, unblinking expectation.

Barrett smirked as he reached the bottom of the ramp-way. He leaned forward and spat on the ground between his feet before walking up the steel steps, his cowboy boots clanking as he climbed.

Timmy started thinking thoughts that were, in hindsight, not the brightest thoughts he’d ever conjured up. The winner of a wrestling match always gets more money, you see. If this old guy had a limp and poor cardio, Timmy decided he could take control of the match by getting in Barrett’s head. He was going to goad him into attacking first, run from the big man, and wear him out. Then he would finish him off with a surprise pin. It was a perfect plan, he thought.

Even though Barrett outweighed him significantly, Timmy seemed confident enough. He walked right up to the heel, snarled, then spat directly into Barrett’s face before taking another step back.

The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps. Barrett’s eyes widened. He took off his vest and wiped his face. When Barrett brought the vest away and revealed a crooked, inspired grin, Timmy briefly thought that, perhaps, he had gone too far.

Barrett charged forward and grabbed Timmy by the throat, and lifted him up with one hand. The little man flailed around helplessly, and kicked his pink boots uselessly against Barrett’s wide chest. With one swift motion, Barrett choke-slammed him back-first onto the mat. Timmy bounced once, twice, three times, before coming to rest.

The referee rushed over to check on him, while Barrett sauntered over to the ropes and leaned against them, laughing with the crowd. The ref helped Timmy up. Timmy’s head lolled on the swivel of his neck. He looked confused, as if he didn’t understand what just happened to him.

“Are you okay?” asked the ref.

“Uh… Yeah…? I… think?”

“Well then, we’ll start this match. If you don’t want to do this, say so now.”

Timmy’s vision cleared. He saw Barrett leaning nonchalantly against the ropes. Timmy only thought of money, and getting at least one good hit in on Barrett for attacking him before the bell.

“No… let’s do this.”

The ref blinked incredulously. “Alright, man. I gave you a chance.” He signaled for the bell, which rang in response. The match was on.

Timmy ran up to Barrett and attempted to lock up with him. Barrett, whose brows rose in humor that this boy would try to chain wrestle him, simply slapped Timmy across the face. The pink-adorned twink flopped over from the blow. Barrett followed up with a short falling elbow to Timmy’s chest, and had he wanted to, his 300+ pounds probably could have netted him the easiest paycheck in the world right there.

Instead, Barrett climbed atop his prone opponent, summoned as big of a wad of a spit as he could, and shot it square into Timmy’s face. The crowd roared with hysterical surprise and disgust. This wasn’t just normal spittle either; this was something special. The amount of saliva Barrett sprayed in Timmy’s face was so thick, it began dripping from his chin and nose. Not satisfied with merely spraying him, Barrett continued to squeeze bullets of spit out of his mouth, over and over again, until most of Timmy’s face was covered. Barrett pulled away and raised his hands to the booing crowd while Timmy tried desperately to wipe the gooey mess off his face using his hands.

When Barrett turned back around after jeering the crowd, he was shocked to see the little twink still on the ground, flopping like a fish. Did Barrett even need to fight that hard to beat this little twerp? When Timmy staggered back to one knee, Barrett grabbed him by the hair and clutched Timmy’s jaw hard, forcing his mouth open. Barrett spat right inside Timmy’s mouth.

Sun gagged on the saliva and stumbled backwards, as if he had taken a hit.

Barrell laughed. “You’re ridiculous. I’m going to have fun with you, you little fag. You’re mine tonight.”

Barrett straddled Timmy again. Timmy groaned, which left his mouth open wide. A perfect target–Barrell continued spitting on him, intermittently slapping either side of Timmy’s face between his projectile wads. Both sides of Timmy’s face were red with palm prints now, and it was hard to tell where his sweat stopped and Barrett’s spit began.

Timmy struggled to get out from under the 300 pounder, but each slap drained his senses. He was helpless. He could barely keep his arms up, much less force Barrett off of him. The more he fought, the harder Barrett would slap him. His eyes glazed, and after a particularly hard slap across his cheek which crackled like thunder, his guard simply drooped to the canvas.

Barrett realigned himself atop Timmy and pinned his shoulders flat. The ref slapped the mat to count the pinfall–One! Two!…

Barrett pulled the out-cold twink’s shoulders off the mat. The crowd booed him, but their hatred just painted his face with wicked satisfaction. “I’m not done yet!” he yelled at the audience. “You’re all on MY time.”

Before anyone knew what was happening, Barrett sat back, and pulled the nearly out-cold Timmy into his lap. Now lying helplessly against Barret’s chest, Timmy slowly regained his senses, only to find big, leather-gloved hands rubbing gobs of spit-slime all over his front. He had coated Timmy’s chest and abs in his spittle, and tweaked his nipples with so much ooze it practically dripped off the perky tips. Timmy scrambled away and rolled to the outside, looking for a towel. He frantically asked anyone sitting at ringside for one. While he did this, Barrett got an empty red solo cup, and filled it with water. Timmy eventually found a towel from behind the announcers, and started wiping his face off. When he brought the cloth away from his face, though, there Barrett was waiting for him. The big man sprayed the majority of the cup’s contents in the boy’s face. Timmy stumbled and rolled and held his eyes, his vision blurred now by a new type of liquid. Barrett laughed, poured the remaining water on Timmy’s head, hiked him up by his pink speedos, and rolled him back into the ring against his will.

As Barrett took the long way round back to the ring, he noticed that his knock-kneed opponent was sporting a semi-chub in his pink speedos. Barrett had smacked around more than a few jobbers in his time, but given what Barrett had done to this bitch thus far, he wondered if a unique opportunity had presented itself to him tonight. Either way, one thing was certain–He was going to make sure Timmy never forgot this night.

Barrett stepped through the middle ropes, pulled Timmy up to his feet by his waist, and hoisted the little man up in the air. Barret held him there, and constricted his tree trunk arms hard around the outside of Timmy’s own. Sun was trapped completely, and Barrett began to swing him from side to side like a ragdoll.

“You’re gonna call me ‘Daddy’ by the end of the night,” Barrett promised. He squeezed hard enough to make Timmy whine.

The jobber felt his own arms compress into his sides, into his ribs. He struggled to breathe, to move. His face turned red. The crowd, the lights swayed wildly behind Barrett. The only thing he could really see clearly was that Barrett was licking his lips with a long, nasty, drooling tongue. The only thing he could feel was Barrett’s power, his pressure as it closed in all around him. And his belly. His fat, jiggly, overhung belly, which Timmy currently found himself dick-first against.

Barrett jerked Timmy up, then back down again. Timmy coughed and moaned. The motion forced his semi-chub to rub against, inside and out of Barrett’s navel.

“You like this, don’t you, faggot?” Barrett asked.

“…Yes,” Timmy whispered. He hoped it wasn’t loud enough to be heard. He answered reflexively, with lust and a hint of survival instinct kicking in.

Barrett smiled. He squeezed tighter. Timmy melted further into the fat, into the crushing arms.

“I’m your Daddy now. Now be a good little sissy and tell Daddy what you want, or I’m gonna break you in half.”

To underline his seriousness, Barrett summoned as big of a wad of spit as he could, and shot it square into Timmy’s face. The crowd roared with hysterics, and Barrett laughed at the glazed, pathetic expression Timmy had after getting pinged in the eye by his spitwad.

“You like that, jobber fag?”

Timmy muttered something. His moans got in the way of comprehensible speech.

“You like being my little bitch?”

Timmy groaned, his eyes focused on some distant, alternate reality where he had a chance at winning.

Barrett lifted Timmy up higher in the hug. Timmy’s feet dangled in the air.

“Say that you’re a bitch, or it’s over, boy.”

Timmy whimpered in an octave Barrett Barrell had never heard a man make before.

“I’m your little bitch, Daddy!”

Barrett laughed so hard that his whole belly jiggled, which did nothing to help the now completely hard and helpless jobber in his arms.

Barrell let go of Timmy’s waist, and let his feet return to the floor. Timmy would’ve have fallen over, knock-kneed as he was, had Barrett not been in front of him. The old, fat heel grabbed the twink’s neck, pulled him close to his face, and hocked the fattest wad of spit he could in Timmy’s mouth. With a sadistic grin, he slapped the poor little jobber across the face. He slapped him again and again, and the crowd cheered with every palm that moved Timmy further back. Finally, Barrett reeled back, then belly bumped the little man into the turnbuckle. Timmy stacked against the ropes, and his head hung.

Barret leaned in and growled in Timmy’s ear.

“You’re such a little sissy, aren’t you?” Barrett taunted. “I bet you’re always playing with yourself, right? You’re probably gonna go home after this and jerk off thinking about how this fat guy humiliated you in front of a whole crowd. I bet I changed you forever, Didn’t I?”

Timmy tried to say something, but his mouth was full of Barrett’s spit.

“What’s that, bitch?” Barrett asked. “Didn’t you hear me?”

Barrett spat in Timmy’s face again. Timmy’s eyes watered, and his nose ran. He coughed, spitting up more saliva.

“Y-you’re my Daddy…” Timmy choked out, as if the sentence would save him.

Barrett gave Timmy another slap.

“That’s right, baby boy. I am. I’m glad you’re capable of learning, but the lesson ain’t over.”

Barrett chopped Timmy’s chest, and left a huge red hand print between his pecs.

“I’m your bitch, Daddy!” Timmy cried out, unprompted.

Barrett rubbed his hands together. He loved humiliating the jobbers, but this was an entirely new level of power over a twink he simply could not be trusted with. He was in heaven.

“Good boy,” Barrett cooed. Timmy’s head rolled, unable to keep focus. Barrett knew, then, that he could do whatever he wanted. Who was gonna stop him, TImmy? Hardly. The ref? Not if he wanted to keep his job. The crowd? No way, they were loving every second of this.

“You’re mine now, little boy.”

He grabbed Timmy’s arm, and draped it across the top rope. He placed his hands on Timmy’s chest, aimed, then chopped it so loud that it echoed in the arena. Timmy cried out in pain, and crumpled onto the second turnbuckle.

“Daddy owns you,” Barrett taunted. “You’ll never be able to get away from me. You’ll always be my little bitch.”

Barrett, sensing that Timmy couldn’t do it himself, lifted Timmy back to his feet.

“Not that you were ever going to have one, but your career is over.”

Barrett ground his forearm into Timmy’s face. And as he did so, he did a quick check of Timmy’s pink speedo–the jobber was still completely hard, his flagpole threatening to snap the spandex right off his sissy hips.

“But don’t worry, you’re not out of wrestling. I’m going to take you to new heights.”

Barrett spun his victim around. He grabbed the hem of Timmy’s spandex and yanked it hard. He jerked it up and down till it disappeared between Timmy’s cheeks. Timmy squealed and grabbed the top ropes in surprise.

“This is just the beginning for you.”

Barrett yanked the wedgie of Timmy’s speedo so hard that it lifted his feet off the ground. With his cheeks exposed, the heel started slapping his bare butt with thunderous chops.

“Now I really AM your Daddy!”

Barrell slapped Timmy’s butt harder and harder. The jobber screamed in pain as Barrett bounced him up and down by his speedo-strap. He pulled on the spandex until it reached up Timmy’s lower back, and compressed the jobber’s balls. The fabric creaked, and threatened to snap. Timmy’s ass began to turn pink from the spanking, a similar color to his trunks.

“Say it, bitch. Say I’m your Daddy. Make sure everyone hears it.”

No amount of noise the audience could make would drown out the sound of Barrett’s spanking, or Timmy’s cries.

“YOU’RE MY DADDY!!” Timmy sobbed.

Barrell laughed. He loved the way the jobber’s eyes were rolling back in his head, and the way he screamed. He loved the humiliation he was inflicting upon this poor soul. Barrett reached around and took hold of Timmy’s cock through his dripping spandex. He squeezed it with one hand, let go of the wedgie (which snapped hard back onto Timmy’s cheeks) and continued to abuse Timmy’s rear with his other calloused hand.

Timmy squirmed in agony with each smack. Barrett rubbed his thumb over the cock head, and let the fabric slip and grind into the glands. Timmy’s legs buckled underneath him. He couldn’t stop shaking. He felt weak. He felt powerless. He didn’t know how to express his feelings about what Barrett was doing to him–all he could do was whimper and cry and follow instructions. He couldn’t even look back at Barrett without being ordered to. He couldn’t meet his gaze. He was so embarrassed that he ever thought he stood a chance.

Barrett smiled wickedly, and leaned in.

“Good boy.”

Timmy started crying. He couldn’t process the sting in his rear, the ache in his loins, the sleaze in his mouth and mind, and he especially couldn’t do it all at once.

Barrett turned Timmy back around. He grabbed Timmy by the throat, just hard enough to remind him of who’s in control.

“You love this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…” Timmy sniffled. “Yes, Daddy, I do…”

“Then let’s show everyone how much you love it.”

Barrett reached around and hiked Timmy’s wedgie up between his crack and used it to march him out of the corner. Timmy cried with each tip-toe step he took. When Barrett got him to the center of the ring, he nipped at Timmy’s ear.

“Do you think anyone cares? No one does. Not after this. After tonight, no one will ever look at you the same way, again. They’ll all see you as a jobber. You belong to me. Now take your speedo off and show the world how hard I made you.”

Timmy looked terrified. He knew he should have fought back, should have put up some resistance. But he didn’t. He was too afraid, and too horny. He didn’t know what else to do. So he took his speedo off and stood there naked before Barrett and the world. His dick flopped out, and twitched as a droplet of pre dripped from the tip.

“Good boy.” Barrett slapped Timmy’s ass again. Timmy bucked, and his dick flicked around like a helicopter. “That’s right. Good boys get rewarded. Now open wide.”

Timmy, reluctantly, opened his mouth. Barrett snatched Timmy’s speedo from his hands. He hocked a spitwad into the speedo, balled it up, and shoved it inside Timmy’s mouth as a makeshift gag. Barrett spit on Timmy’s face shortly thereafter, too, just for good measure.

“There we go.” Barrett laughed, patting Timmy’s naked, reddened rear. “That’s better. That’s how you should be.”

Timmy blushed, ashamed. And yet, as soon as he heard “Good boy,” he felt his cock twitch with new life. He felt thirsty for another round of spit and abuse. He wanted to be punished again. He wanted to feel Barrett’s big hands smack him anywhere they desired. He wanted to do all of this, and more, forever. Not for money. For Barrett.

Barrett could see Timmy’s mind twirl with dirty thoughts, and decided it was time to finish the match.

“You’re doing great, baby boy,” said Barrett. “I’m impressed. You really are a natural. But I think you forgot we’re in the ring. So you gotta take a break… for a nice long hug. Let’s see how well you do without your oxygen.”

He grabbed Timmy’s erect dick and turned the drooling, gagged jobber to face him. He reached around Timmy’s trim waist, then scooped him up in a huge bear hug. He squeezed hard, and rubbed Timmy’s leaking dick up and down on his fat stomach.

Timmy’s eyes bulged. His jaw was stuffed with his own pink speedos and a liter of Barrett’s spit. He couldn’t breathe. His dick throbbed as it slicked Barrett’s stomach, and his ribs ached from the crushing pincer. Barrett held Timmy in place, and used his other hand to smack the jobber’s now raw, red-stung cheeks. He smacked him again and again until the jobber dangled helplessly on his shoulder, reduced to a sobbing, humping doll in his arms.

Barrett readjusted the bear hug to where Timmy’s naked hips were grinding into the navel of his overhung belly. Barrett squeezed hard on the small of his back, and ground the twink’s body into his own. His grip pulsed in time with Timmy’s hips.

“Yeah, baby,” cooed Barrett. “Now close your eyes, and just hump Daddy’s belly while he squeezes you dry.”

Timmy did as told. His hands went limp in Barrett’s grip. The world seemed to fade away. All he could feel was Barrett’s hot breath on his cheek, and his rough mustache scratching lightly across his skin. Oxygen was but a concept at this point. If he could breathe any air at all, it was just the scant molecules from his nostrils, and that was hardly enough to make up for what he’d lost.

Barrett liked this position. He liked holding the jobber in his arms, how helpless Timmy’s little thrusts into his stomach were. He loved seeing the look of despair on the jobber’s face melt away to horny resignation. He loved knowing that Timmy had no choice but to submit to his superior strength and will. Timmy would’ve let Barrett squeeze him to oblivion if Barrett demanded it, since the alternative–disobeying his superior–would’ve been worse. He was certain Timmy would cum at this rate, and make a horrible mess on his belly. And normally he might’ve allowed that. Maybe some other night he’ll make Timmy cum on his fat stomach, then force him to lick it clean. But not tonight. No–tonight he had something particularly devastating for his new jobber-for-life in mind.

“It’s time for my finisher, baby,” Barrett kissed Timmy’s cheek. Timmy nodded stupidly, his eyes fluttering with little recognition. Barrett knew that Timmy’s mind was just barely hanging on by a thread. He let him sag to his feet, then took hold of the jobber’s neck, leaned forward, then spat in-between Timmy’s eyes. Timmy just moaned through his speedo-gag. Barrett, satisfied that Timmy was too broken to move or escape, spun him around to face the crowd. Timmy’s little jobber dick, hard from the eternity of heel-abuse Barrett subjected him to, wobbled and threatened to pop.

The jobber stared blankly as Barrett lifted one of his pink-taped wrists up. The big man tucked his own head under Timmy’s pit. Timmy’s ass, buzzing with pain from Barret’s spanking, hardly noticed Barret’s fingers trail across the surface of his sizzling flesh on the way to securing a grip on the back of his thigh.

The Atomic Drop is not a new wrestling hold, and since Barrett is a much older wrestler, it is not a surprise that he employs it. However, the leather-clad heel had never before applied it to such brutal effect. It is usually reserved for opponents who are weak, frail, or easily dominated. Barrett found it especially effective when applied to someone’s groin area, which is why Barrett thought it’d be a proper end to the combination of abuse he routinely liked to give out. It can be used to take advantage of someone’s natural submissive tendencies, of which Timmy Sun, clearly, had several.

“I call this the ‘Barrell Burster,’” Barrett said. “You’ll see why.”

Timmy’s cock twitched and throbbed as Barrett hoisted him up by the legs. He held Timmy high in the air for a minute, the jobber’s taint and balls and hole exposed, held aloft in a humiliating v-shape for all to see. Cell phone cameras snapped. Barrett laughed, and bounced the jobber a little bit just to test his lack of resistance. Timmy moaned and squirmed and slumped. Barrett gave him a moment to acclimate himself to the idea of being on full display, as he intended to do this again and again to him for the rest of his wrestling days.

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely gonna break!” Barrett laughed. “I bet you’re gonna burst hard, aren’tcha?!”

Timmy nodded dumbly.

“Yeah, you want Daddy to drop you?” Barrett asked.

Timmy nodded again. Barrett grinned.

“Okay, here we go! Time to make a mess, little guy!”

Barrett stepped forward–outstretched one knee, and brought the other down fast. The key to a good Atomic Drop is to hit your opponent’s tailbone on your knee. This isn’t normally a finisher, but if you aim a horny jobber’s wide-spread taint down on your knee, after an excruciating ten minutes of abuse, well, it might just get the job done.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Timmy’s speedo-gag expelled from his mouth, and he screamed as Barrett dropped him down. The impact on his taint–and vicariously, his prostate–was like an earthquake. His little jobber dick shot a thick stream of hot jism straight upwards into the air, all over his own chest, face, and onto the floor. The jobber’s eyes rolled all the way back in his head. Barrett looked down at the messy, slippery puddle and smiled.

“Look at that,” Barrett laughed. “Your barrel burst.”

He bounced Timmy up and down on his knee as a way of wringing a few more shots out of the little bitch. He then unceremoniously dumped him to the mat, into the puddle of his own cum. Barrett covered Timmy’s face with his fat stomach, and ordered the referee to make the three count.

After the bell rang, he sat up and slapped Timmy across the face a few times.”Lovin’ You’s a Dirty Job” began to play. Timmy’s twitching dick moved more than he did. Barrett laughed and, for one last time that night, straddled Timmy.

“Get ready, baby boy,” Barrett popped his knuckles. “This is going to be big one.”

Barrett made a horrible sound in the back of his throat, and let the largest, thickest gob of spit dangle from his lips. It drooped slowly down towards Timmy’s open, lolled mouth. Timmy watched, his brow furrowed, his vision blurred, as the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen hung suspended in midair above his face. It touched the tip of Timmy’s tongue, and oozed down his throat. With Barrett’s stern gaze fixed upon him, he swallowed, and suppressed his urge to cough it up. Barrett was impressed.

“You swallow like a champ, don’t ya?”

Barrett leaned down and grabbed Timmy’s jaw hard, then shoved his tongue into Timmy’s mouth. Timmy’s eyes widened. Barrett’s tongue forced its way past the jobber’s lips, and filled him up. It squirmed and slammed into the roof and walls of his mouth. Timmy’s mind went blank. All thoughts left his brain. Barrett held Timmy’s head still while his tongue worked its magic. The lights went out in Timmy’s eyes. Eventually, Barrett withdrew his tongue, ropes of spit trailing between the heel and the jobber. He slapped Timmy hard across the face, then left him in the center of the ring.

“I am always in need of a training dummy,” Barrett said before he left. “Come back if you need some more of this.”

Barrett’s job was done–Timmy was someone else’s mess to clean up, now.

Wes had nothing going on that weekend so he decided he would drive to his dad’s place and hang out with him. He also had a lot of laundry to do. He had to go pee so bad so when he got to his dad’s house he left everything in his car and ran to the front door. Right away he could tell something was different. The lock was new and had a key pad. He tried his key just in case but it didn’t fit.

He called his dad but he didn’t answer so he went to the backyard to relieve himself. When he got back there he saw the old doggie door. That would work, right? Wes pushed the doggie door and found it was open. He got down there and began to crawl through. He realized too late that it was a mistake. He got stuck. Maybe he put on a little extra weight his freshman year of college. His sweatshirt also got snagged. He got his shoulders through but couldn’t get any more through. He tried getting back out but it didn’t work either. He was stuck.

He had to pee so bad he didn’t know what to do. He tried reaching for his phone but he couldn’t get his hand back there. He just started shouting for Siri to call his dad. It wasn’t working. He even tried to see if his dad’s Alexa could make calls, no luck.

 Wes’s father Adam pulled up to his house and saw his son’s car parked in the drive way. He wasn’t expecting him. He parked next to his son and looked to see if his son was at the front door. He wasn’t, maybe he was in the backyard. If he had known his son was coming he would have given him the house code. He should have given him the code when he replaced the lock but he forgot. He was only home because he forgot his cell phone. He left it in his bedroom charging.

Adam went around the house and made it to the backyard. He found his son stuck in the doggie door. He started laughing and his son said “Is someone there?”  Adam didn’t say anything he just stood there watching his son. Adam walked up to his son and bent down and pantsed him. “Whoa, what’s going on?” Wes asked on the other side of the door.

Adam couldn’t stop laughing. He had pulled his son shorts down to his knee, as far as they could go. His pale ass was on full display. Wes could do nothing but shake his ass, trying to figure out what just happened.

 “Dad? Is that you?” Wes recognizing his dad’s laugh.

“What the hell are you doing in the doggie door?” His dad said and continued laughing.

“I stopped by to visit. Why didn’t you tell me you change the lock?”

“Sorry, I forgot but why are you in the doggie door?”

“I gotta hella pee. So, I came to the backyard, but then I saw the doggie door and I thought I could fit through it.”

“I’m surprised you got your shoulders through.” Adam said slapping his son’s bare ass.  

“Dad, quit it!”

“What I’m not doing anything.” He said, starting to tickle Wes’s stomach.   

“Dad, stop, you’re gonna make me pee. I’m about to explode.”   

Adam didn’t stop, in fact, he tickled Wes even more. It was payback for something Adam did last summer. Adam has been thinking of a way to pay back his son and this was the perfect opportunity. “Remember when you pantsed to me at the beach and I couldn’t get them back up and I fell in the sand and got sand all over my dick?”

“Sorry dad! You win…oh…no.” Wes said and lost control of his bladder and started peeing. Adam stepped back and watched his son shoot a stream of piss from his dick. He couldn’t stop laughing. “Shit, ok, are we now even?” Wes said when his bladder finally emptied, there’s a big puddle around his knees and soaking into his shorts.

“OK, we are even. I didn’t think you had to pee that bad, my bad.”

“So, are you gonna help me get out of this or are you just gonna stand there?”

“W-What? I don’t wanna get your pee all over me.” 

“Dad, come on, my knees and back are starting to hurt.” 

“Ok, ok, hold on. I’ll be right back.”

Adam grabbed the hose and sprayed the piss on the ground. Water was getting all over Wes’s lower back, his shorts and shoes. “Dad, the water’s cold!” Wes shouted.

“All right, all right, all done.” he said, turning off the hose and coming back to his son. He saw that his son’s skin was covered in goose bumps. He started rubbing his back and upper thighs. He got a little bolder, and started rubbing his son’s ass as well. “The water wasn’t that cold, quit being a wuss.” He started taking his son’s shoes off and his shorts since they were soaked in water and probably piss.        

“Dad, what are you doing?” 

“It’ll be easier to get you out if your clothes aren’t soaked.” 

“My sweatshirt is snagged in the doggie door.” 

“Yeah, I can see that, hold on.” Adam quickly ran around to the front of the house and went inside. He got to his son and started pulling his sweatshirt off. “I hope you aren’t attached to your sweatshirt because I think it’s going to rip.”

“No, it’s just an old one, but dad are you trying to get me naked?”

“Ha ha. You know I can just leave you here, right? OK let me see.” Adam said studying the doggie door and his son stuck inside it. “I don’t think we can push your shoulders back out, so I think we might have to push you all the way in. Once we get your chest and stomach through, the rest will be easy.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“Olive oil” 

Adam applied the olive oil to his son’s hairless upper chest and back. He tried to get it into the sides where he was stuck. Then he went to the backyard to apply the olive oil to the rest of him. When he got there he got a big surprise, his son had popped a boner. His was a good length, close to his size and hard as a rock.

“Whoa!” Adam said without thinking.

“Sorry dad, I don’t know why it happened.”

“I think I’m gonna need to get my camera.”

“Shut up dad, that’s not funny.”

“Just kidding. But damn son, not bad.”

“Dad! Please. Just get me out of here.”

Adam applied the oil to the rest of him, slowly working it into his skin. He added the oil to his sides and then he stopped to think and said “Hey, Wes? I don’t think I’ll be able to fit you through the doggie door with that thing between your legs the way it is now.”

“Oh God, this is so embarrassing.”

“Hey, it’s just the two of us here. When you pantsed me on the beach there was tons of people around.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have a boner, did you?”

“True… So, what are we gonna do just sit here and wait till it goes down.”

He didn’t have an answer so he tried to wiggle out. Of course, it didn’t work. His father applied more oil to his son’s torso. He watched his son’s cock throb. He got bolder and started working the oil further down Wes’s body. His son’s cock looked even harder then before. Adam added oil to his son’s stomach. He started on his lower chest and made his way down to his son’s belly button. He felt his son’s happy trail that led to his bush. His fingers brushed his hair. His son’s pubes were trimmed but still full. His son’s cock was leaking. He watched a bead of pre-cum at the tip of his son’s cock build until it dripped down to the ground.

There was no communication between them. With oil more in his hand, he rubbed it into his son’s hairy bush. “I think I have an idea on how to get this thing down.” Adam said to his son.  

“Whatever works dad” His son said. His dad wrapped his oiled hand around his son’s hard cock. Wes let out a moan and let his dad stroke his leaking cock. “Dad that feels so good. I think your idea is gonna work but my knees are starting to kill me.”

His dad’s cock was hard and stretching his pants. He was soaking his underwear with the amount of pre-cum he was leaking. He had an excuse to take off his clothes and he realized his son wouldn’t be able to see him. “Hold on a second” he told his son and as he stripped off his clothes. He folded up his pants and put them under his son’s knees.

“Thanks, that’s much better.” He said wiggling his ass silently asking his dad to put his hand back on his aching cock.

Now that Adam’s cock was free he was also leaking like his son. His cock was longer than his son’s but his son’s was thicker. He could just barely fit his hand around his son’s cock. He got behind his son and got a better angle on his dick. He tried to keep his hardon away from his son’s ass but while he worked his son’s hard dick he pushed forward and his son pushed back as far as he could go. Adam’s cock rubbed against his son’s ass crack. They both let out a moan at the same time. His cock felt so good against his son’s ass but he pulled away.

A little whine escaped his son’s mouth when Adam’s cock left his crack. Wes wiggled his ass as if searching for his dad’s cock. Adam was staring at his son’s ass. He notices a bit of his pre-cum on his son’s ass cheek. He couldn’t help himself; he bent down and licked his cum off his son’s ass.

“Yeah.” Wes said as he moved his ass toward his dad’s face. He couldn’t help but lick where his son moved his ass. Soon Adam found his son’s crack. While he licked he spread his son’s cheeks apart and dove in. He rimmed his son’s ass. He tasted and explored parts of his son he never thought he would. They were both loving it. Wes was moaning on the other side of the door.

Adam was saying “Mmm Mmm” in his son’s ass. He really worked his tongue into his son’s hole.

Wes kept saying “Yes..yes..” as he shook his ass in his dad’s face.

Adam brought his finger to his son’s hole to see how his son would react. He got more moans out of his son. So, he worked his finger into his son’s hole. His son loosened up so he added another finger. He found his son’s prostate.

“Oh dad, more, more!” Wes said to his dad. Adam took his son’s suggestion and grabbed his stiff cock and coated it in the olive oil. He removed his fingers from his son’s hole “Dad?” Wes whined. Adam moved to line his cock with his son’s hole. He rubbed his head along his son’s crack and hole. “Oh yeah dad.” Wes said as Adam pushed his cock into his son.   

Wes was tight. He slowly worked his way in, his cock slid across his son’s smooth silk walls. He slid all the way in. He fit like a glove, his son’s ass hugging his cock.

“Oh god son your ass took my whole dick. You feel that son?”

“Yes dad, come on, fuck me.” Wes said, his ass cheeks squeezing his dad’s cock.

Adam slid his cock in and out of his son’s tight hole. He grabbed his son’s hips and pumped his cock in his ass. His son’s moans became louder and louder. His need for his dad’s cock became animalistic. They were making a mess. “Oh god dad no one has ever been this deep in me before, oh you feel so good.”

“Fuck son this ass was made for me. I’m gonna blast this load deep inside you.”

“Yeah dad give it to me.”

Adam slammed into his son. His bush brushing against his son’s smooth fat ass cheeks. He watched as each thrust caused his son’s ass cheeks to shake. Leaning forward he felt his son’s soft skin. Kissing his son’s back, he reached his hands under him and grabbed his son’s cock. Wes’s cock had been leaking pre-cum and Adam slid his finger across his son’s piss hole. He brought his finger to his mouth and tasted him. His pre-cum was so sweet. He went for more and Wes told him he was really close to cumming.

“Me too Wes. Your ass is gripping my cock so good.”

“Dad, please jack my cock. I gotta cum.” Wes said pushing his ass back into his dad’s cock. Adam pushed into his son deep and kept it there and gave his cock small thrusts while he slid his hand along his son’s thick shaft. Back and forth his hand went with his pre-cum coating his hand and his son’s cock. “Right there dad, right there. I can feel it coming.”

“Yeah your balls are so full. I can feel how heavy they are.” Adam said playing with Wes’ balls with his other hand.

“Oh, fuck dad! Yes. I…Ugh”

Wes released his load. It shot out his cock and splattered on the ground. His dad feeling his son’s orgasm pumping through his fist and out his son’s hard cock.

“Oh yeah son here it comes. Mmm…fuck!” and he blasted deep inside his son, coating his guts with his warm spunk.

“Fill…Me…Up dad.”

He pumped a few more times in his son’s ass coating his cock and his son’s ass with his heavy load. He milked his son’s cock and ate what he collected. It was stronger than his pre-cum but just as good. He pulled out and watched his large load leak out his son’s ass. He never eaten a load out of an ass before but today he was going to. He bent down and licked up the cum that dripped out and sucked all that he could out of his son before his asshole closed back up. His son’s ass was still loose from the pounding he just received.

“Oh, fuck dad your tongue feels so good. You are so dirty. Your fucking skills loosened me and I think I can now get out of the doggie door. Let me try before I get rock hard again.” Wes said crawling through the door, my tongue leaving his sloppy ass.

On the other side of the door his son said “Fuck. I think I need to take a shower. Wanna join me. I could use some help?”

“Yeah that sounds like a really good idea.” Adam said feeling his cock hardening.

FIL – Finale

Eric brought flowers home to Anne that night after spending the day wallowing in delicious pig sex with younger bro Brad.  He had cum 3 times and Brad had 4 – they were insatiable for each other.  The love making was almost spiritual and their minds and bodies seemed to enter a higher plain with each orgasm.  They fucked and bred each other and both brothers fed the other his sperm and piss so by day’s end they were completely sated and saturated with each other’s fluids, juices and smells.  They even napped for a half-hour while still dirty and smelly – Brad put down extra sheets so they could lie together immersed in their beautiful squalor.  Showering was tough for them but they needed to break the spell and get back to their lives as men who have responsibilities including a wife and fiancée.  Eric took 2 showers so he could erase the aromas of piss, cum, BO and shit off his body and be presentable to Anne who already seemed on edge.  He didn’t want to give her further anxiety and it was time to make amends and take care of her if he wanted to remain happily married.  His deep love and lust for Brad would have to be peripheral to his marriage. 

Anne was actually in a good mood when Eric got home.  He had stopped by the market and picked up the things she wanted and she’d cooked a very nice meal with candlelight.  During dinner she was gushing about Brad proposing to Kathy and how much fun the four of them would have as young married couples.  She kept trying to probe on what Brad had planned but Eric just smiled and said it wasn’t his place to spill the beans but Brad seemed very happy and excited to propose.  However first he needed to meet with Don – Eric had offered to join him so the 3 men could talk about the nuptials and the responsibilities the two husbands would have with Don’s precious daughters.  At one point Eric inadvertently farted and he smelled the unmistakable odor of cum and shit – now his underwear was a sticky mess and he almost passed out from the humiliation.  Luckily Anne just thought it was nasty gas and made a face and told him to go the bathroom if he needed to fart.  Of course! he said, I’m so sorry it just slipped out – Brad was feeding me some junk food and whew it rattled my stomach.  Well I’m glad you naughty boys had your hooky day but you should watch what you eat, honey.  That tummy isn’t getting any smaller.  Wow, Eric thought.  He felt a combo of petulance at her for making such a rude comment and at himself for dining with his wife with an ass full of dirty cum.  Brad would have probably gotten down behind and sniffed and licked his hole in appreciation.  The thought made him smile and Anne just rolled her eyes at him.  It’s not funny, Eric…he rose to do the dishes and clean the kitchen.  First he stopped in the bathroom to rinse out his boxer briefs and the big blobby stain of cum and scat.  He touched his tongue to it and inhaled thinking about Brad.  He just had to, he snapped a photo of the mess and texted it to Brad with the caption, See what you did to my hole?  Think I’m pregnant? LOL. I farted out your babies, Little Brother!   Within seconds Brad sent back a huge smile emoji and the words, I wish I was there to clean you up, Big Bro.  Wait til next time!  Anne and Eric did not have sex that night – he pleaded exhaustion but promised make-up sex that weekend. 

Don texted Eric frantically a few days later.  Why does Brad want to meet me and have you there too???  Eric texted back – he feels like the 3 of us are going to be the primary men in the family for a long time to come and we should be in sync and have a close relationship.  It’s nothing nefarious!  From Don, does he know that we fooled around?  Does it matter if he does know?  He came into the bathroom at the wedding and knew we were up to something – he said it smelled like a barnyard.  Yes texted Don, after you made me do humiliating things when I was so drunk I couldn’t see straight.  I can’t even remember everything, just that I looked like a mess after.   I didn’t force you to follow me into the bathroom and molest me when I had just married your daughter and only wanted to piss.  You wouldn’t take no for an answer and after we agreed no more sex.

It’s not a good idea for the 3 of us to be alone – I’m too vulnerable.  It will be okay Don, you  can’t keep avoiding me and we will be sober and behave.  Brad deserves to have this, don’t you think?  Silence for a couple of minutes.  Finally, okay but please just be cool and don’t let on what happened.  Marie only just forgave me recently from my crazy behavior at the wedding.  Never, texted Eric, I have a lot to lose too.  

Eric went to Brad’s first so they could go to Don & Marie’s house together.  Don made sure Marie was going to take Anne and Kathy shopping and have a girls’ spa day so they’d have the house all to themselves.  Brad grabbed Eric from the doorway and drove his tongue deep into his mouth making Eric almost swallow his gum but he laughed.  God it’s good to see you – a week seems way too long, Little Bro.  I miss my Big Bro, yelled Brad.  I need your cock inside me again – think we’ll get to play with Don?  Oh we will, said Eric.  He’s pissing me off so I think we need to show him how loving his two sons can be.  I brought asparagus to make our piss pungent and pineapple juice so our cum is sweet.  My Brother thinks of everything, crooned Brad planting another huge kiss on Eric’s mouth.  They were both turned on and wanted to get naked but they had a date with Don so they pulled away, took some deep breaths, and downed the juice and asparagus spears.  Eric couldn’t help it, he reached down the back of Brad’s gym shorts and fingered his moist hole.  He brought his finger up and sniffed appreciatively.  I haven’t showered today, said Brad.  I wanted it ripe and dirty for my brother and my future father.  It’s perfect and I know if we can get Don naked he will love it too.  We just have to figure how all of this is going to work – he might flip out when he sees how much we love each other but no reason our dad can’t be part of this love.  It’s everything I’ve always wanted, Brad spoke quietly and his eyes welled up.  To have a family that really loves me and each other.   Yeah, this is unconventional but it feels right.  Kathy is great but Eric, you are the love of my life.  I can just feel it.  Eric drew his face down so they could kiss passionately, tongues entwined and swapping saliva.  You’re like a gift from the heavens.

When they got to Don’s house he was visibly nervous but hugged both young men even if he was careful to only give Eric a “bro-hug” keeping his body away.  Where’s your son Parker today? Asked Eric.  He’s at an all-day tennis camp and Marie won’t be back until dinner time with the girls so we have plenty of time to chat, maybe later have some beers and watch the afternoon game.  Don sat behind his desk in his elegant office/library and the two boys took the plush chairs facing him, Brad spilling out all over with his huge legs and arms – they sipped the coffee Don had provided and all kind of smiled hesitantly at each other.  Then Eric reached over and took Brad’s hand so they were holding hands between the chairs – Don looked a bit shocked.  Yes, Don, said Eric, we have been having sex and we love each other.  It’s something you should know about and accept as part of our mutual future.  Don gulped, I accepted you Eric and that you’re bi but I’m not sure I can accept Brad also being bi and deceiving my youngest daughter, Kathy.  I admit my part in breaking our vow of abstinence from each other at the wedding and am sorry it got so out of control.  Brad, I apologize that you had to witness such depravity. 

Oh Don, spurted Brad, no need to apologize.  I actually thought it was incredibly hot and if I hadn’t witnessed it, I probably would have been too shy to come on to Eric.  You came on to Eric??  Don was shocked again.  Yes sir, we’ve become brothers and love each deeply, both in and out of bed.  If you can overcome your concerns the 3 of us can be men who love and take care of our wives but also love each other, in every way. I’m…I’m not sure that’s a good idea sputtered Don.  Brad got up and bent over and kissed Eric deeply – his tongue probing Eric’s mouth and sucking on his lips.  Eric responded passionately and they went at it for a good minute while Don sat speechless but they boys noticed he started to squirm in his seat, obviously aroused.  Brad straightened up, all towering gorgeous 6 feet 5 inches of him and started to strip.  While staring straight at Don, he started removing his shirt, kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.  Don stared back, mesmerized, as Brad unzipped his jeans and slowly slid them down.  He was wearing his gym jockstrap, stained with dried sweat, cum and yellow piss.  Brad’s gaze was laser-beam on Don, the atmosphere was highly charged and erotic.  Eric looked up at his little brother with intense love and admiration.  Then Brad slipped off his socks and walked over behind the desk to Don who was frozen in place, he put his crotch next to Don’s cheek.  Take a whiff, Dad, he commanded, his voice low, almost a growl.  Don complied, how could he not?  He turned his head and buried his nose into the jock’s pouch and inhaled deeply.  His dick was rock hard in his Bermuda shorts.  Eric’s mouth was open and he was salivating.  That’s it, Dad, enjoy your son’s aromas.  Wait til you get a whiff of my dirty hole – Don moaned audibly.  Yeah, Dad, I know your weakness for mansmells and it’s okay.  Your son is here to take care of you and my brother.  Brad pulled his semi-hard dick out from under the pouch, skinned back the foreskin and rubbed it on Don’s wet lips.  The rank smell of smegma, dirty uncut cock filled the room making the 3 men high with lust. 

Eric stood up and began to strip too.  Once naked he sniffed his own ripe pits appreciatively and went over to Brad and lifted his arms so he could sniff and lick his pits.  Don’s shorts were soaked in the crotch with precum.  How about a little kiss, Dad, for your son?  Brad bent over and jammed his tongue in Don’s willing, open mouth.  Eric took advantage of Brad bending over by slipping his finger into Brad’s hairy hole and finger fucking his ripe dirty butt.  Brad moaned and pulled back from Don so Eric removed his stinky finger and rubbed it under Don’s nose and then made him lick it clean.  Don was drunk with lust now, willpower totally gone.  Don went down on Brad’s stiff dick all the way to the balls tasting the smegma and dried piss like it was nirvana.  Eric started taking Don’s clothes off him so soon all 3 men were naked.  He spread a blanket out on the carpet and laid down with his hard cock pointing up dribbling in precum – I need my Dad and Brother to sit on my face and cock he commanded.  Brad squatted down over Eric’s face letting that red beard rub up and down his smelly crack while his tongue dove into the hot ripe butthole.  Don used his spit to lube up his own musky ass and squatted down easily taking Eric’s fat cock to the balls.  God I missed this, he moaned.  He began pumping up and down fucking himself on Eric’s rock hard boner, the precum lubing him up even more.  Don pulled Brad towards him while his ass was firmly planted on Eric’s tongue and they began making out passionately.  The father and two sons were connected by lust, aromas and fluids. No more hesitation or worry, this was how things should be. 

Brad’s asshole was now wide open and dripping with saliva so he stood up and motioned to Don to trade places.  Don pulled off the cock, planted his gaping pink hole on Eric’s face and Brad took his cock to the root.  My brother’s cock is so big, gasped Brad but I can’t stand to be away from him for long and now Dad I will want you inside me too.  The 3 men stood up and started a kissing triangle, tongues entwined tasting each other’s asses, cocks, smegma and fluids.  Brad dropped down and pushed his face up Eric’s ripe ass so he could get a deep rimming too making him groan and moan while still kissing Don. 

I have a fantasy said Brad, voice deep and in charge.  I want us to combine our sperm and share it among the 3 of us so we each taste each other’s essence, making our bond sacred.  Don and Eric looked at each other with wicked smiles and nodded.  Whatever Little Bro wants shall be, said Eric.   Now for the raunchy part, giggled Brad, once again the endearing nasty little brother. I want you both to breed me and I’ll cum too and you can shove my cum up my hole so my ass is the vessel for us 3 loving men.  You can each felch out the cum and feed it to me and we all kiss!   Wow, said Don, you’ve really thought this out!   Yes, Dad, I’ve been fantasizing about this all week.  Eric got between Brad’s legs and eased his cock into the wet dirty hole.  The muck made great lube and he was already supercharged turned on – Don squatted again over Brad’s face and tongue kissed Eric while he fucked Brad.  Don reached down and played with Brad’s taught diamond-point nipples then moved up and tweaked Eric’s sensitive ones.  Both boys groaned with pleasure at their hard-wired nips being played with.  I’m ready said Eric shoving his dripping cock deep into his brother’s willing butthole – Don pinched his nipples and pushed his tongue into Eric’s mouth for the perfect combo, Eric blasted his cum up Brad while moaning loudly.  He pulled out while still spurting and sprayed Brad’s balls and cock. Don had been edging his own cock and quickly took Eric’s place inside his son’s asshole.  Eric sat on Brad’s face while Don fucked and Brad stroked.  I’m about to cum!  Both Don and Brad yelled while Eric shoved his cummy cock into Brad’s mouth.  Brad shot rope after rope of creamy sperm on his furry belly while Don bred him deep, his cum painting Brad’s ass with another huge load.  He kept fucking churning that mixed cream, only pausing to scoop up some of Brad’s sperm and rub it on his cock and push it into his hole.  Now the cum of all 3 men were inside Brad.  Goal achieved.  Don finally slowed down and pulled out, his cock crusted with sperm so Eric reached down and took it into his mouth, savoring the flavors of their loads.  Don bent down and licked up some of the cream too making his tongue white.

Feed me, feed me!  Begged Brad.  We haven’t forgotten our Little Brother, said Eric.  He felched some of the cum and let it drip from his tongue into Brad’s mouth who looked like a baby bird waiting to be fed.  Don did the same and then all 3 kissed again, tongues coated with sperm and the taste of Brad’s rank ass.  Oh my God, I am filled with such love for you guys, gasped Brad.  The 3 collapsed together on the blanket covered in sweat, sperm and spit – they were trying to catch their breaths when Brad giggled again.  I can’t believe that happed, so much better than my dream! He exclaimed. 

But now I need to piss, said Don.  Me too! Echoed Eric and Brad.  Without a word the 3 moved into the big double shower off the master bedroom.  Eric got down on his knees while Don and Brad pissed big hot streams of sweet yellow piss all over him, drenching his hair and body.  He opened his mouth and gulped as much of the double streams as he could.  Brad kissed him then Don so again they men shared their flavors.  Eric laid down on the shower floor.  Sit on my cock, Dad, he demanded. Don knew what was coming and he couldn’t refuse.  He squatted on Eric’s cock who started to let go his own stream of hot foaming piss.  Brad was too excited to stand by so he got down on his knees and started to shove his own cock, rock hard again, up Don’s ass.  Boys! Yelled Don, I don’t know if I can take both at once.  Yes you can, Dad, said Brad firmly, once again in charge.  I’ll go slow – he worked his cock up alongside Eric’s whose piss was helping lube Don’s gaping hole.  Oh God that feels amazing, gasped Don. It hurts but in a good way and I don’t want you to stop.  The piss mixed with some scat began gushing out of Don’s hole as Eric’s filled him up and Brad fucked like a demon.  The wet mess only added to the erotic charge in the shower – I’m gonna cum again, yelped Brad and he did.  He unloaded his sperm into Don mixing it with the sloshing piss.  Now I’m going to cum again, cried out Eric who jerked up into Don further causing his big wet balls to slap against Brad’s furry low hangers.  Oh oh, moaned Don.  Now I’m going to shoot my second load, and Don’s cum jetted out hitting Eric in the face,  He opened his mouth in time to get the last spurts.  Brad kissed and licked it off of him.

The three men were completely sated, a father and his two sons in perfect spent harmony. 

Just one more thing, Dad, beseeched Brad.  Yes, son?  I want you to squat over our faces and push out all that sperm and piss!  Don laughed, my piggy sons.  How could I refuse you two?    Eric and Brad laid down in opposite directions so their heads were right next to each other, ear to ear.  Don squatted down over them and let loose a huge flow of spermy piss flecked with brown all over the brothers and into their open mouths while they stroked their chubbed up dicks.

Just then they heard the front door slam and Marie’s voice calling loudly.  Don!  Honey where are you and are the boys STILL here?  Kathy and Anne are with me.

The sun beats down with its hot fiery rays, the heat making people attracted to go to the beach.  Luckily for Owen, he was already planning on going to the beach to play some volleyball with some friends so it’s just an added bonus that the weather is prime time for him to really enjoy his time at the beach.

Wanting to look cute while at the beach, Owen decides to wear his pastel pink swimming shorts that show off his muscular thighs and calves.  He wears a white tank top with a cute creature design on it that matches his swimming shorts and contrasts his nicely sun bronzed skin from being out in the sun so much; his tank top also shows off his large strong arms from years of exercise and playing volleyball.  He latches his favorite virtual pet around a bracelet he decides to wear to spice up his presentation.  Looking in the mirror right before he leaves, he fixes his copper-orange hair and brushes it back with his fingers.  He checks out every angle of his face to make sure he looks good, despite the fact that he will be sweating a lot.  He dons on a pair of sunglasses and leaves his apartment.

When Owen arrives at the beach he already sees some of his friends setting up the volleyball net to play.  After deliberating on teams and who gets to play, Owen sheds off his tank top to show off his chiseled physique and musculature that shines from the sunlight.  He applies plenty of sunscreen all over himself and gets ready to play.

The volleyball game is filled with cheers, laughs, claps, and overall a fun and jovial atmosphere.  Happy smiles are exchanged and everyone is simply having a great time.  They even garnered a bit of an audience.  Owen, knowing he would need to hold back a bit as to not injure his friends, would take everything volley a bit easily and give his fellow teammates the opportunity to shine.  However, when he’s taunted, he will remind everyone why he’s on a national team.

As he plays, Owen notices that one of the onlookers has been eyeing him in particular.  Set after set, the man’s gaze never really leaves Owen.  The man has a strong robust build and it looks like he just got done working out at the outdoor gym.

During a break, Owen jogs over to get his water bottle and nearly inhales the whole bottle to quench his thirst.  He notices that the man is still eyeing him, but the man’s hands are awfully close to his dick.  Owen makes eye contact with the man who looks away, but keeps his hand where it is.  Excited, Owen smiles and makes a gesture back at the man suggesting they find a spot somewhere for a quick encounter.

The man nods and begins walking away.

“Hey guys, I’ll be back!” Owen says to his friends before he quickly walks off to follow the man.

As Owen follows the man through the bustling beach crowd, his heart races with excitement.  It’s been a while since the last time he hooked up with someone like this. The heat from the sun seems to intensify and the salty sea breeze carries a cooling drift.

The man leads Owen to a secluded area near a row of towering palm trees.  The man rests his back against the trunk of a palm tree, waiting for Owen to catch up to him.  Owen steps toward the man, his skin glowing gold from the sun and the sheen of sweat that drips down his smooth skin.  Owen is excited, biting his lips a bit from the anticipation.

“I’ve been watching you play,” the man says.

Owen raises a brow and responds seductively, “Yeah?  Is that all you’ve been watching or have you been watching something else too?”

Owen steps toward the man, rubbing the bulge of his cock that presses against his swim shorts.  The man licks his lips, excited.  The man drops to his knees, burying his face into Owen’s crotch.  The man takes large sniffs to take in Owen’s masculine musk and would gnaw at the bulging outline of Owen’s thick cock.

Owen moans softly, being careful to not draw any attention toward them.

The man slides his fingers under the hem of Owen’s swim shorts, pulling them down to see Owen’s cock bounce up and slap Owen’s hard abs.  The man gazes at Owen’s thick 8-inches, his hungry eyes showing how much he wants to devour the cock in front of him.  The man’s tongue flicks and licks up and down Owen’s shaft, leaving trails of saliva.  The man wraps his lips around Owen’s thick head and begins to suck.

Owen bites his lips, trying to control his natural response to moan.  He gets harder and harder with every inch his cock slides into the man’s mouth.  The man’s mouth parts open quite a bit just to be able to fit Owen’s girth in.

As the man sucks, his mouth moves in perfect rhythm, bobbing up and down Owen’s shaft.  Owen bucks his hips a bit in tandem, cooing quietly as he feels the hot slippery tongue around him.  The man works Owen’s cock with great speed, utilizing his hand and mouth to great effect.

“Damn, you’re really good at that.  You’ve been wanting this haven’t you?”

“Mmm hmm,” the man manages to say with Owen’s cock in his mouth.

Slowly, the man slides all of Owen’s cock down his throat.  Owen gently pushes the back of the man’s head down a bit more.  The man coughs a bit to signal his need for air, Owen releases the man.  The man retreats his mouth away from Owen’s cock, saliva dripping down his chin.  The man strokes Owen’s cock and kisses Owen’s balls.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Owen asks.

“Yes please,” the man responds.

Owen smirks devilishly, he says, “Then stand up and let me get at that big ass of yours.”

The man stands and lowers his shorts at the same time.  He turns around to show his muscular ass to Owen.  Owen slaps his fat cock against the man’s jiggling ass, teasing the man just before he pokes the tip of his thick cock head at the man’s hole.

“Put it in already!” the man says, impatiently.

“Okay!” Owen says giddily, he shoves his cock all the way into the man’s tight hole.

The man arches his back and hugs the palm tree in front of him for support.  The sudden jolt of a big cock inside him sends chills up his spine and pleasure coursing to all of his extremities.

Owen grips the man’s hips tightly, using them as leverage as he thrusts his cock in and out of the man’s ass.  The man moans and grunts with each powerful thrust, their bodies slapping each other with reckless abandon.

“Fuck!  You’re so deep,” the man groans, trying to stifle his sounds the best he can.

Owen grins and leans down, pressing his lips against the man’s neck.  His hand snakes around to cup the man’s cock, already hard and leaking precum.  He starts to stroke the man’s cock in time with his thrusts, his other hand reaching around to tease the man’s sensitive balls.  The man throws his head back, eyes rolled back captured in a state of total pleasure.

The man’s moans grow louder, more desperate as Owen’s relentless pace begins to take its toll.  Sweat pours down their bodies, their skin glistening in the sunlight.  Owen’s muscles ripple with each movement.

The man begins to drive his own hips back, allowing Owen to fuck him even deeper.  He growls, “Fuck me harder.”

Owen’s chest heaves with each thrust, but obliges.  His thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful, each one sliding deeper and deeper into the man’s hungry hole.  The bodies clap against each other in a frenzy driven by hedonistic lust.

Suddenly, the man’s body tenses, his eyes widening as his orgasm rushes to him.  With Owen hitting the magical spot with great strength and accuracy, the man can’t contain himself any longer.  He cries out, his body convulses as he sprays cum all over the palm tree.  The man gasps for breath, leaning into the palm tree even more.

Feeling the man’s release in his grasp, Owen loses control of himself.  Owen’s climax comes to him like a freight train, his cock throbbing as he erupts deep inside the man’s tight hole.  His hot cum fills up the man, his cum almost as thick as his cock.  Owen hugs the man as he tries to catch his breath.

The two can hear a couple of footsteps starting to get near.  The two suddenly on full alert, part from each other and pull up their shorts to pretend like nothing had just happened.  A couple walks by, none the wiser to the sexual tension that is quickly dispersing away from Owen and the man.

Walking as casually as they can away from their marked territory, Owen and the man walk back onto the beach.  Owen turns to the man and happily says, “Thanks for your nice ass, I really needed that.”

“Thank you.  I feel so filled up now,” the man says.  “I’m Marcus by the way.”

“I’m Owen.  You come here often, Marcus?” Owen asks, curiously.

“Yeah…I work out here all the time,” Marcus answers.

“For real?  Well, then I hope we can have more fun if I come here some more.”  Owen shoots Marcus a flirty wink, hinting to a possible future of more thrilling fun.

There will be nine chapters charting the journey of two men, alpha-male and beta-boi, as they discover how mean and dirty they really are. This story involves, humiliation, scat, piss, boot worship and pipe smoking. If these things are not for you please do move on.

The tenderness of it fucks more with Paul’s head. He’s conflicted about the fact that he sunk even lower with Jon, shown himself to be a totally submissive wimp, a filth hound but he’s soaking up Jon’s praise even when it’s mixed with insults and demeans him further, he hangs on the word ‘my’.     

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Chapter 5

Jon stands and reaches for his phone for another photo and video opportunity. To Paul’s shame capturing him struggling with two pipes, his face plastered with filth and sweat. Jon photographs his pink arse and shitty hole before he finally takes the pipes from Paul and helps him to his feet. Noting that he’s shaking with adrenaline. He puts his arm around his shoulders, holding him for a moment, “you did good dirty-boi, you ok?” Paul just nods trying to process what’s happened, if it was good or bad. Finally, he manages a “Thanks,” swiftly followed by a quiet “Sir”, making Jon laugh. “Does that mean you enjoyed that as much as me, as much as last time pig-boi?”.

Paul can’t help but laugh but can’t actually admit it out loud, he just nods his head. Jon acknowledges his nod, “yeah, you are getting there beta-boi, my little shit pig, guess we should get you cleaned up”. Paul’s more focused on the ‘my’ again to really respond. Jon goes to get a cloth and knife to cut the cable-ties. As he gets back Paul is fidgeting, “I think I need to use your toilet, you’ve stirred things up quite a bit down there,” he says sheepishly. Jon is about to cut the ties when an idea goes through his mind. With that same mischievous grin, “don’t go anywhere fucker” he darts off leaving Paul confused.

Moments later Jon’s back holding a roll of duck tape and a piece of black PVC that’s holding against himself, sizing it up. Content it’s big enough he approaches Paul. Suddenly concerned, and getting increasingly desperate to take a shit, Paul struggles, “whatever it is you are thinking don’t do it, just cut these bloody ties.” But Jon laughs, “you’ll thank me later pig -boi, trust me,” And he pushes the PVC between Paul’s legs. And as Paul squirms, Jon jiggles it about until it is even front and back before he spreads the back out over Paul’s pink buttocks. Then he does the same at the front making sure to cover Paul’s balls before he spreads the cool PVC over his crutch. Only then does Paul register what it is that he’s doing. “NO FUCKING WAY MAN, you can’t do that, no please,” he begs. But Jon just laughs he’s loving this unexpected opportunity. He tears off a couple of lengths of duck tape and, holding the PVC front to back, tapes the sides tightly around Paul’s mid-riff.

Jon spins Paul around so he can see himself in the mirror, again studying his horrified face in the reflection. Jon’s own face has a broad smile, “what do you think DIAPER-BOI? All snug so you can safely take a nice big dump. And when you get home you can have another wank, one of your nasty dirty ‘shit wanks’, humping shit till until you cum. See thinking of you all the time cunt.” Very pleased with himself he rubs Paul’s cock and balls through the PVC.

Despite himself the smooth plastic material feels good to Paul, but still utterly humiliating, “you bastard, you can’t be serious, is there no fucking limit to your depravity, how fucking evil are? TAKE IT OFF, NOW.” he demands. Jon’s super happy, “oh you ain’t seen nothing yet fucker. And no dice diaper-bio, it stays on,” and to make it worse he photographs this too. “Now if you are a good boi I’ll pull up your trousers for you and cut the ties, but only if you are going to be a good baby for the big bad man,” he laughs. Paul cringes as he hears this and contemplates himself in the mirror, he looks pathetic, a gown man in a black PVC diaper, yet his dick is beginning to like the sensation. And as his bowels remind him why he’s in this predicament he quickly says to Jon, “ok just let me free, I’ll be good.” Jon just looks at him, like he’s a naughty child, waiting. Paul signs, “please Sir.” Making Jon snort with laughter. “There’s a good liddle baby, let’s get you all dressed up nice shall we.” The baby talk further annoys Paul. Jon pulls him forward, but before he pulls up his trousers and pants, his hand comes down hard on Paul’s tender arse getting a sharp yelp. “That’s was for calling me a bastard,” and then another one lands even harder to Paul’s, “ahhhhh, please don’t.” “And that one’s for calling me a cunt again, guess you are a slow learner or just like getting spanked diappy-boi.”

Once Jon has helped Paul dress and cut the ties, he points to the couch and says, “grab a seat and I’ll get you a beer.” Paul falls into the old couch feeling the soft PVC of the diaper wrap itself around his arse. He’s not going to be able to hold this impending dump back until he’s alone. There’s a building pressure in is colon, his ring is too stretched out from the fucking to be fully reliable and he knows it’s just going to happen, best get on with it before Jon comes back to gloat. He scoots to the edge of the couch trying to work out where would be best. Finally, he sits back and raises his legs slightly and allows nature to take its course. A series of wet farts give way to a rush of mushy shit cramming into the makeshift diaper. He can feel it make its way round his balls.

Paul’s sat like this, red faced, as Jon comes back to witness the final humiliating stage of Paul filling his diaper. Jon’s face lights up with a huge smile as he sees Paul actually shitting himself. He holds out the beer for Paul, “you ok with a bottle or would you like a sippy cup,” he taunts the poor man. Paul takes the beer hanging his head but he has to laugh, telling Jon to ‘fuck off’. As he sits back a bit, he can feel the shit move in the confines of the PVC. Hating himself even more. He already knows he will be having that wank.

They talk a little as they drink their beers, Paul noticeably quieter. Jon can see he’s a bit conflicted. “You ok?” He asks, Paul pauses and then nods, “yeah, it’s just very intense and not what I anticipated. I can’t deny that I’m getting off on it, I’m just not comfortable with some of it. I am not a beta. Ok, so I see now that I have a sub side, but I’m not a beta, I am NOT inferior to you or anyone.” He looks at Jon. “Hum, may be, may be not. We’ll see,” and Jon puts his arm round Paul, rubbing his neck and back, “either way it will be fine, and it will be fun exploring further, don’t over think it.”

Paul relaxes a bit and when they finished their beers Paul stands to go, Jon gets up with him to see him out. Suddenly he stops and tells Paul to wait. He returns with his hand behind his back, “here I have something for you,” he grins to Paul. With his free hand he pulls the front of Paul’s trousers, pants and diaper forward leaving a small gap. Then he brandishes the filthy, shitty condom he’d won to plunder Paul’s arse. Paul just see’s it’s bulging tip, full with Jon’s cum, as Jon drops it into his diaper letting the waistband snap back sealing it in. “You sick fuck,” Paul gasps. “Easy boi unless you want another spanking, that’s just something else to enjoy when you are squirming around in filth later, see, I really am thinking of you all of the time,” and he pats Paul’s crutch.

Jon walks Paul to the door and waits as he gets in the car. As Paul starts the car he glances in the rear-view mirror and only then realises his face is still covered in shit. In a panic he looks up to see Jon, with that wicked grin, watching him. Jon raises his hand in a wave and goes in closing the door. It’s very clear he’s not letting Paul back in to clean up and he’ll have to drive home with a face coved in shit whilst slithering around in a PVC diaper full of the stuff. The car already stinks. He drives home being very carefully not to get stopped by any traffic cops!

Jon goes back inside, finds his pipe and smokes it whilst thinking about what’s happened and more importantly what’s going to happen next. He skims through the evidence on his phone of Paul’s steady acceptance of his dominance over him. He loves how low and dirty Paul really is, plus he’s hot. Jon thinks he just needs to accept what a low life cunt he really is and embrace it. He carefully composes a text.

Paul drives trying to take Jon’s advice and not over think what he’s doing with this guy, instead he focuses on his dick sliding around in a pool of effluent in his diaper, and how he’s going to hump it like mad when he’s home. His thoughts are briefly disrupted when his phone pings with a succession of text message as he drives. They would have to wait.

Parking his car as close as possible to his house Paul carefully scans the area to see if anyone is about, with the coast clear he keeps his head down to hide his filthy face and sprints to his front door. Once inside he leans against the wall to compose himself, he can feel the filth in his diaper oozing around his balls. Abruptly he decides to just satisfy his urge and heads straight for the bathroom, throwing a towel on the floor, stuffing some tobacco into his pipe. His perverted lust overtaking him.

As Paul strips to his diaper, he finds his phone, momentarily pausing to see that the texts are from Jon. His heart rate rises as little and he can’t help but stop to see what he could want so soon after they’ve met. Curious, he flips the texts open, there are a series of pictures and video clips of him debasing himself, guzzling piss, being fucked, licking his own shit off of Jon’s hard, sheathed cock. Reminding him that the condom is still sliding around in his diaper. Part of him cringes but another part is now very hard. The last text is a message, ‘for the wank bank fucker. Sorry about sending you out covered in filth but it was soooo hot to see your look of panic when you clocked your mug in the rear-view mirror! Did you get home without incident?’

Paul thumbs a quick reply, ‘got home fine you cunt’ and hits send. Almost immediately the phone rings with a video call from Jon. Paul hesitates but decides to accept the call with his camera off. Jon’s smiling face appears and his chipper voice, “Hey fucker I know that was mean, but too good to not do.” “Yeah, well no surprises there, you were born mean,” Paul blurts back. Jon laughs, “I’m guessing you’re still wearing that shit or you’d have put your camera on?” Paul sighs, “Yes but I’m about to wash it off if you’ll fuck off and stop gloating.” “Owww, don’t be shy, turn your camera on I want to see it again, it makes me hard, you make me hard dirty-bio, show me again, I’m edging again just talking with you.”

Paul is conflicted, flattered that he makes Jon hard, but knowing he will humiliate him even more. Still, he just can’t help but to comply to this man’s demands, and he hits the camera button. Jon grins as he sees Paul’s shitty features on his phone, “awesome dude,” and seeing Paul has no shirt on, “you’re about to get down and dirty in that lovely diaper I made for you, aren’t you? Go on show it to me dirty-boi, did it hold up ok?” With a little more cajoling Paul scans the camera over his body showing the diaper still wrapped around his junk. Jon shows Paul his own hard cock firmly gripped in is fist, “see dirty-boi, this is what you do for me, go on get down in that filth, show me how you have your dirty ‘shit wanks’, how you love to hump shit, do it for me piggy, make me happy twice in a day.”   

With just a little more flattery and subtle bulling he has Paul on his knees, phone propped up so Jon can see all of him as, once again, he is falling under Jon’s spell and allowing him to humiliate him, his cock is tenting the PVC diaper. “Oh look your little dicklet is fucking loving it, you are such a fucking pathetic little pig, I love it. Let’s do it pig-boi, get down in that filth, hump it.” Nervously Paul licks his lips and can taste the shit still caught in his beard, lust takes over and he submits, laying flat he starts to grind his hips into the mess.

Paul’s done this before, alone, but this is more intense. His eyes roll back as his dick slides around over the smooth PVC, lubricated with shit the feeling is just amazing, his balls tingle and tighten and Paul just gives himself to the pleasure of it, the amazing feeling of sliding around in waste, the wonderful grip of the warm PVC. He gasps and groans, Jon almost forgotten until he chips in. “Oh, you fucking love that don’t you? Do it, show me how fucking base you are cunt, you are so low Paul, so fucking low. You got a pipe there?” Paul grunts a ‘yes’ as he grinds his hips harder into the filth intensifying the stink of shit in the room. “Fire it up piggy,” and he also lights his pipe. Paul on autopilot does it, shooting jets of smoke briefly blocking Jon’s view. Jon does the same as he edges. He already knows how much he loves Paul in his pig zone and clearly, he is now.

Jon takes advantage of Paul at his most complaint and goads him more, “do you smoke a pipe so you look like more of a man Paul, like a real man?” Paul is shaking his head, still grunting in pleasure. Jon just goes on belittling him, “I think you do, but you aren’t are you Paul? Even with a pipe you aren’t a man. You are just a subby little dicked wimp that gets off wearing a plastic diaper full of shit, isn’t that right Paul? You are a sub Paul, a subhuman, a total wimp.” He can see he has Paul totally in the zone, his eyes are still rolled right back and he’s actually nodding to Jon’s degrading dialogue, he’s never had Paul so complaint.

Jon instructs Paul to sit up. Paul reluctantly slides his body up so he’s kneeling, even now he’s sliding his cock around against the PVC, panting around the pipe. Looking at Jon waiting for instruction or more abuse. He gets both: “fucking pathetic, look how hard your dicklet is.” Jon goes on, “right, pig-boi remember that condom I dumped in there? I want you to fish it out for me.” Coming back to some sense of reality Paul pulls the front of the diaper away from his body and pears inside. He can see the condom stuck around the base of his cock, with a “get it pig,” from Jon, he reaches in and pulls it clear, smearing shit on his fingers and hand as he does. He holds it up and even covered in shit he can see the cum is still trapped in the bubble in the end. “Good boi Paul, now show me what you should do with a real man’s cum, show me how dirty you are Paul.” Paul is easy prey now, eyes still wide as if he’s hypnotised, he just lifts the condom and taking the pipe from his mouth with the other hand, he tips his head back. And then to Jon’s delight he up ends it and pours the cum into his mouth.

Paul can feel Jon’s cum slide over his tongue, slimy and nasty. He lowers the filth rubber bag into his mouth and sucks the cum out and the shit off, furiously rubbing his cock through the PVC, he literally hums, rolling the mixture around in his mouth. “Oh fuck yes, you filthy fucking lowlife cunt, you wonderful lowlife shit pig, taste that.” Jon is now seriously hard and wanking, “eat it cunt, eat.” And seeing Paul swallow, “now get back down pig boi, hump filth again, get that pipe back in.”

Paul lunges forward driving his shit slicked cock into the soft PVC with a deep sign. He pushes the pipe back into his mouth and sucks hard as he humps and grinds. Totally zoned out, mesmerised by his own image on camera. Jon is yelling at him now, “do it pig-boi, hump shit for me, I want you to cum for me, show me what it is you fucking get off on, what a pathetic piece of shit you are Paul. Are you a worthless piece of shit Paul? Is that what you are Paul? My fucking play thing? ARE YOU?” And Paul is nodding as he smokes and seeks enough purchase in the diaper to cum. With a massive grunt he starts to shoot his load, the orgasm wracking his whole body again, huge clouds of pipe smoke briefly blocking Jon’s view of Paul’s self-debasement.  

Jon is now equally desperate to cum, but he wants one more humiliation for Paul to push himself over the edge. Paul kneels up panting, his whole body shaking, he takes the pipe from his mouth and forces himself to look at the camera to see himself, his shame as Jon directs him, “open that diaper pig.” Mechanically Paul grips the edge by the tape and with difficulty manages to tear it open so the filthy PVC flops open on the floor. He stares down dumbly as the trail of white cum slowly mixes with his shit. Jon can just make it out at the bottom of his screen, “clean it up pig, lick your nasty beta-boi spunk up, do it for me,” he gasps fisting his cock harder still.

Post orgasm Paul is repulsed by the disgusting mess before him, revolted at the idea, but somehow feels he deserves it, he’s already feeling guilt for the shameless display he’s just given. As if to punish himself he forces his face down, extends his tongue and collects the shitty spunk. He holds it in his mouth to show Jon the mixture of white cum and brown shit. Jon manages to grunt, “eat, eat it,” and he cums too, as the nasty mixture slides down Paul’s throat completing his humiliation, for now!

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In chapter 6 Paul starts to come to terms with being the beta male and suffers even more humiliation to please Jon

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This is the first story that I have published. It covers my own personal interest in humiliation, submission and an obsession with pipe smoking men. I welcome constructive feedback, thoughts and idea for future stories.  

Hello everyone he it’s my first story of how my step father fucked my tight hole.

It was one on a Friday night. I had just finished collage and was soaked because I was walking back from collage and I got in the house all wet. he asked me to go and get him fags so when and got them still all wet come home and see if you take all your stuff off I will wash it for you so stared to take it all off taking my trousers of and I see him looking and my boxers then saw my playing with his cock in his boxers and I taking my boxers of and my cock was on show and I was standing there and could see his cock was getting bigger and wet through his boxers and he saw me looking over and he could see my big juicy cock get all hard and dripping pre cum and then when up stairs to cum my huge cock and left my door open so he could here my moan and loud will I was waking my hug cock and could be here him  playing with his cock moaning loud until he cumed and and cumed everywhere to then bed until next part soon 

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It was on Saturday night I was coming back from work it was raining out side and got soaked to the bone come in the house and my stepdad was sitting in the kitchen with his dressing rob on and no boxer and said to put your wet clothes in the dryer so started to take them I could see he was enjoying it was playing with his hard cock looked over and the dressing rob was un dun cock was out and then.

Taking of my boxers and he could see that my hard cock was up and wet then I bend over to see if wood look at my tight ass and he did he keeper looking at so I bend over and opened it to show my tight I was and his cock was wet as hell precum dripping everywhere and then wet his fingers and stick  his fingers inside me and finger banged my tight hole was wet as hell and then he lick my ass hole will he was stroking his big juicy cock and I was wet hell and then he got me down  on my knees and I stared to suck h his big cock taking it all down my throat and was gagging on it and he was face fucking me with it and and then after then he bend me over the kitchen and suck his big cock right in side me and stared to fuck me fast and loud and fucked me every position was we as hell and then pulled out and cumed in my mouth was good next part soon 

Ok so, i live in small village where everyone knows everyone. I was very known there, people loves me but they don’t the real secret where I feel something to boys, which hold me till know faci g the truth and trying to change it, trying to change my feelings not because others, just because the war that im holding me versus myfeelings. Which I think its not the right path to feel something to other boys.

So the story begins when  I started to work at the popbar, I meet someone, My words can’t describe how I felt backthere when I saw him, It’s difficult to express how beutiful he is. Day after day working there together, I known him more, Its true that I was very cleaver cause I know how let others admire in my personality. So after many days working together we have become really close friends, hanging out together. 

After two months of getting close to eachother I felt something Like a huge stone sitting on my heart, on my chest, Idon’t know how to express the feeling but it was great, from that moment I knew that I felt in love with my little close friend, he was 18 years old. 

After 4 months of being knowing each other I had to tell him that because everytime I think about him I felt a bad feelings because how far he is from me, and I need him to be mine, I wasn’t know if he straight, but I took the chance, to know if have the same feeling for me. Also, I was afraid to lose him by telling them the truth.

The time has come and I can’t handle it anymore, so I write for him a big message and told him the truth, I swear my heart was boombing like someone who running 10km in hes maximus speed. 

After two minutes, appears to me that he saw it, and start typing…

 He texted me back that he was in shock and he told me thats good to express my feelings but hes not feeling the same way for me. We have end the chat there. I decided not to text him before he will. After this day thinking of him everyday, he didnt texted me after a peroid of 2 months. I thought that our relation has been ended. But whoo my phone ringing and guess who was that, the one that I felt for him the most.

He talked to me and we back friends like the old days, with days I decided to forget the way I felt for him, until this night has arrived. 

We was at bar somewhere me and him and other friend called jonas, we drinked a lot of beer and got drunk. This day I wasn’t thinking about anything just how happy I am that we back friends like the old days. So after we exit the bar we decided to go to jonas home to sleep over there.

We entered hes room and it was devided to two sections where, section with 2 sofas and the other one with bed where he sleeping. Jonas was so tired, so he goes to sleep. After 5 minutes I felt something touching my pants, I told him what was that, he did it again and again touching me with hes foot on my average dick, 7-8 inches, after that he texted me he told me are you still falling in love with me. My heart rate reachs new all time high after I saw this message, I texted him back with big yes, we started to text each other because we have to be careful that jonas will not going to awake. 

We was sitting infront of each other on big sofa, In the same time while we texting eachother he was fighting to reach my dick and gets me naked with hes foot. After he reached it he Came to me that  I should try to jerk him off two, so I did like he said, I started to jerk him of, after 2 minutes he texted me that he going to suck mine, I respond go for it, it was the first time someone sucked mine and it was fucking great, he started to suck mine like a pro, it felt so greatttt, I putted my hands on his face to feel how its going after two minutes, I can’t handleeee it, I told him that I will cumm, i will cumm in hes mouth, in the mouth of the one that I loved the most, I cummed and he continues to suck, ahhh it felt so great. But after I cummed I felt that I did something bad. Like  I said before Im not the person who agrees with this stuff, but happend what happend. After I shoted my load. he told me that is my turn, I turned to him and felt his thick dick in my hand, he was about 6 inches beautiful dick, every gay will dream to suck like this dick. So I took it in my mouth for the first time in my life and started to suck it, I goes up a littlebit to kiss him on hes chest, on hes neck and goes back to suck him again, I sucked hes thick cock that day and it felt so great. After this day we dont did it again, we talked to each other that we was drunk, but we still close friends until know, and I still thinking about this day.