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Todd moved into his new house about five months ago. He was usually kept to himself, but he did maintain a cordial attitude with his neighbors. Turning onto his street, he saw Gail and Richard doing lawn work. He waved and they waved back. Two more houses down kids played in their front yards. A chocolate lab circled them. He pulled into his driveway and parked the car. He didn’t pull into his garage because he planned to wash his car before he headed inside to cook dinner.

He got the bucket,sponge and car soap, hosed down his car and got to work. A car pulled into his neighbor’s driveway and parked. Out of the corner of Todd’s eye he saw it was Greg Thompson. Retired guy about 65 years old. He waved at Todd and stopped for a moment, seemingly watching him wash his car.

Todd stopped, looked over and shouted hey!

“Can’t ever sit back and relax, can ya?!” Greg shouted over to Todd.

“No rest for the wicked, I’ll tell ya!” Todd responded.

“Listen, I just got a new hot tub installed out back. Treat yourself to a dip tonight. I’ll leave the gate open for you. I could use some company anyway.” Greg invited Todd. Todd had never been over to his neighbor’s home but the idea of a relaxing soak in the hot tub sounded really good.

“Let me get some things in order around the place and we’ll see.” Todd replied.

“No worries. A buddy of mine might drop by too. BYOBeer!”

The two men smiled and waved at one another as Greg walked into his house and Todd got back to washing his car.

Later that evening after the sun had set, Todd was finishing putting the dishes in the dishwasher. His day was complete. He stood in the kitchen and the idea of the hot tub came back into his mind. He thought, “what the hell. I’ll just walk over and see what’s up.” Anyway, Todd could make a new friend on the block, even if it was his older neighbor. Todd was much younger. 35. He worked in a sales job that kept him very busy and on the road frequently.

He walked to his bedroom and opened his dresser drawers. He reached for his swimsuit. Orange trunks. He took off his shirt revealing a thin torso. Hairy. He worked out but wasn’t muscular. He just had a light muscle definition. He unbuttoned his pants and yanked his jeans and underwear down. The rest of his body was fit but thin. His butt was hairy, his penis was three and a half inches soft. Uncut. His foreskin hung lower than the head and his hairy balls seemed to cradle his shaft nicely. Long legs continued the rest of him. He reached for his orange trunks and put them on.

Before left the house, he grabbed his towel and reached for a couple beers in his fridge.

As he walked over to Greg’s house he did notice that the backyard gate was cracked open. He headed straight for it and slowly opened the wooden gate. He continued in and made his way to the backyard where he saw a nice, large, 5-seater hot tub. The jets were blowing and he saw Greg sitting in the tub already. Only his head, neck, and shoulders were exposed. Greg smiled and splashed a bit as he raised his hand to wave.

“Come on in, man!”

Todd set his beer on the cup holder and swung his leg over the edge to get in.

“Man, this is nice hot tub!” Todd exclaimed as he leaned back and the jets began to pulse onto his back. The massaging action released a relaxing feeling in his brain and he felt the tightness of his daily stresses loosen.

“Listen, man.” Greg replied. “Retirement has been great!” They both chuckled and clinked their beers.

“I’ll cheers to that for sure!” Todd said. They both took a swig of their beers and sat back in their seats in the hot tub. The two of them talked and got to know one another better.

About 15 mins into their conversation they both turned their head to the sound of the gate.

“Hey hey!” Greg waves and greets the guest walking in. “Todd, this is my friend Lawrence.”

The new acquaintances wave at one another.

Lawrence was also 65. Slender. He came into the backyard wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He stopped at the edge of the hot tub and dipped his finger into the water to test the temperature.

“Beautiful!” Lawrence said.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Greg asked. “Jump in!”

“Oh, Todd…..”Greg started. “I noticed you came in with those orange swimming trunks. Lawrence and I usually don’t wear anything in the hot tub. Does that freak you out a bit?”

Nothing? Todd thought to himself. Had Greg been naked in front of him the entire time?

“No, it doesn’t bother me….I figured I had to keep a level of modesty cause we just met” Todd replied.

“Well, that’s settled!” Lawrence laughed and tapped the side of the hot tub. He stepped back and pulled off his polo shit and laid it on the patio chair. He undid his jeans and worked them off. Todd noticed the body that was being revealed to him. That slender, 65 year old man had gray body hair on his chest. It made a trail downward that you could tell was thinning with age but led to a tuft of gray pubes. Lawrence exposed a long, hanging shaft. His penis had to be 5 or 6 inches hanging down. His balls were also covered in gray hair and hung low. Lower than his mushroom head that caught Todd’s eye.  He was cut. His circumcision scar line was a quarter inch above that pronounced ridge of his head.

Lawrence crawled over the side of the hot tub and lowered in.

The men continued talking and relaxing. The night sky became darker and darker with time as the sun sunk further into the night.

“Whew! Sure does get steamy and hot in here”exclaimed Greg. “Gotta cool off a bit!”

He lifted himself out of the water and sat himself onto the edge of the hot tub. There he just kept his feet in the water and got himself situated on the edge.

Sure enough. He had been naked the entire time. Greg was larger than both Lawrence and Todd. He was probably about 240 lbs and 5’10”. He was balding on his head and had thin body hair elsewhere. His belly pronounced as he sat a bit slouched on the side of the tub. Todd glanced and took it all in. Greg sat his his legs open a bit. His dick was small and being swallowed up by the fat patch just above his groin. He appeared to be cut,but the excess skin covered about 3/4 of his head. You could only see the piss slit and first bit.

Minutes later Todd too was feeling hot. They had been in the hot tub for over an hour by now and so it was understandably so. He decided to sit himself on the edge of the hot tub too.

“haha, needed a break too?” Greg asked.

“Didn’t want our first hang out to end with me passing out!” Todd replied. “It’s really nice, but really hot!”

“Get more comfortable!” Lawrence said to him as he reached over and tugged on Todd’s orange swim trunks. “A little more exposed skin will help cool you off!” He continued and winked at Todd.

Todd sat there for a moment and thought why not. He jumped out of the hot tub and pulled down his swimming trunks, leaving his bare body exposed to the two new friends. He laid the trunks on the other patio chair and returned to the tub and sat back onto the side.

“Wow! We got a looker!” Lawrence said looking at Todd.

They continued to shoot the shit for a few moments longer. Todd was talking directly to Lawrence when he noticed something out of the side of his vision. He glanced over toward Greg and noticed his button penis was a little longer and thicker than when he first sat himself on the edge. It jumped a little with a tiny pulse and Todd looked directly at it. This time it caught Lawrence’s attention as well.

“Well well well” Lawrence said. “Looks like the heat is getting to something!” He nudges towards Greg and Greg looks down, leans back a bit more exposing his growing member.

“Hey, a night with two naked men in my hot tub and I can’t take any responsibility for what my little guy decides to do!” Greg replies.

“It doesn’t bother you, does it Todd?” Lawrence looked over to Todd. He was mesmerized by Greg’s openness. It started to turn him on and he felt himself tingle down there. To hide himself and not show that he was getting a little excited, he dipped back into the water.

“No. No, it’s natural!” Todd replied as he got settled back in.

“Sure is!” Lawrence responded. He moved towards Greg and reached for Greg’s growing boner and slid his hand up and down the shaft.

“See Todd? Greg and I are good friends….we like to celebrate this normalcy….if you know what I mean.” Lawrence said.

Greg smiled as Lawrence was jerking him off more steadily.

“What do think?” Greg said to Todd.

“Oh, well…I’m starting to think this was a really good idea.”

Todd left his seat, kept his torso under the water but shifted to the seat of the hot tub where Greg was sitting above on the edge. He also reached for Greg’s growing penis and began to feel him up. His shaft skin was soft, head was thick and his balls felt heavy. He saw a bead of precum build up as he made a milking action with his hand away from Greg’s body. He couldn’t hold himself back, he needed to taste it and he put his mouth up to Greg’s fully hard cock head. He licked at the droplet of precum and tasted the sweetness. He wanted more and took him Greg’s cock head and began sucking him.

Greg moaned with pleasure. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he felt Todd take his thick, daddy dick into his mouth.

“mmmm yea” Lawrence added in an encouraging tone. His hand traveled toward Todd’s back and he stroked his back lower and lower as Todd’s head bobbed on Greg’s dick. Lawrence’s hand travelled further and further down and finally met with Todd’s hairy hole. He circled his hole and started to push onto it. Todd moaned with the teasing of his hole and the taste of thick, short cock in his mouth.

“You like that?” Lawrence asked. “You like it from both ends?” He teased Todd’s hole more with his fingers and Todd really went in on Greg’s dick.

Todd’s lips met the end of Greg’s shaft. They were tickled by the wiry pubes and he stuck his tongue out to flick on Greg’s balls as his cock head tapped the back of his throat.

“I want some of that!” Lawrence said. He lifted himself up onto the edge of the hot tub and exposed his long cock. Now completely erect. What was 5 or 6 inches soft was pushing 8 or 9 hard. It wasn’t thick like Greg’s but the exposed head had definition.

Todd came off Greg’s cock and looked at Lawrence also sitting on the edge of the hot tub. He starts jerking off Greg with his right hand and moves over to take Lawrence in his mouth. At first he gagged as only half of Lawrence’s long penis made it into his mouth. He worked it in his mouth and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Finally, he took the plunge. Lawrence’s cock slid all the way in and Todd felt how his head slipped past his uvula and into the back of his throat.

“Yea boy” he exclaimed as he watched Todd take in his entire member. The two men leaned over to kiss one another as they were being serviced by Todd.

“Let’s see that ass, boy” Greg said. Todd stopped sucking Lawrence and jerking Greg. He stood in the hot tub and turned around. He leaned over, supporting himself on the opposite side of the hot tub and exposing his ass to the two daddies. Lawrence reached for his ass cheek and slapped it, kneaded it like dough and felt him up. Greg stood up and inched closer to Todd. He bent down and Todd felt a warmth against his hole. Greg had bent down and began tonguing his hole. His daddy tongue lapped up and down his crack and circled Todd’s hole. The teasing made Todd’s hole quiver and relax. He wanted more and he leaned back onto Greg’s face. He felt Greg’s tongue become more rigid as he pushed back on it. Bouncing back and forth he was getting tongue fucked by Greg.

Next he felt Greg pull away. He stood up behind Todd and he heard him spit into his hand. Greg massaged his spit over his own short, but thick daddy dick. Another spit and this time his saliva covered palm slid over Todd’s asshole. Then Todd felt the lump of Greg’s cock head against his hole. He breathed in and as he exhaled the thick head pushed its way into Todd.  With spit as the lube, there was a quick surge of pain with the initial stretch as Todd’s hole accommodated all of Greg’s thickness. Once he was completely inside him, Todd could feel Greg’s belly lightly on the top of his ass. Greg began sliding in and out of Todd, picking up speed after every couple thrusts. His balls slapped the back of Todd’s ass as he worked over his hole.

Lawrence exited the hot tub and went around in front of Todd, who was still supporting himself with his arms leaned over the edge. He took his long dick in his hand and slapped Todd across the face.

“Lemme use your other useful hole, while Greg is taking use of one!” Lawrence says and he slides his dick into Todd’s mouth.

Todd is getting spit roasted in the hot tub and enjoying every second of it. His cock is rock hard and swinging back and forth with the movement of both men using both of his ends.

Greg continues to thrust his beefy, dad body into Todd’s ass. Todd moans and the moans are muffled due to his mouth being full of Lawrence’s cock. He feels the sensation of his hole being stretched. Greg’s thick, beer can dad cock thrusting in and out of Todd makes him feel so full and used. Lawrence alternates between fucking Todd’s throat and pulling his dick out and slapping Todd across the face with his long shaft.

Greg groans and tightens his grip on Todd’s hips. His thrusts become more stiff and goal oriented. His cock head is beginning to flare inside Todd’s ass and his thick, heavy balls tighten up closer to his body.

“Uuughhhh this is it, I’m gonna shoot.” Exclaims Greg. His thrusts harder, less in rhythm as he. Loses control and goes into a full body orgasm. Ropes of cum shoot from his thick cock head and into Todd’s back chamber, leaving him flooded. His thrusts become more audible as the slosh of cum becomes more apparent. Finally Greg pulls out completely, leaving Todd’s hole spent and leaking cum.

“I want some of that” Lawrence says as he looks with greedy eyes at Todd.

Todd steps out of the hot tub completely and stands in front of Lawrence.  Their cocks touch like two swords ready to fight. Lawrence reaches around and grabs a hold of Todd’s ass and jiggles his cheeks.

“Let me take this ass for a spin, how ‘bout that?” Lawrence says.

Todd lays down on the ground, tucks his legs up against his body and presents his used, loosened hole to Lawrence. Lawrence looks down and sees a stream of cum leaking from his hole. He gets down on his knees and slaps his cock head against Todd’s leaky hole. Cum spittle splashes lightly as the meaty cock head slaps his hole. Lawrence then rubs his head against the leaking cum, gathering it and forcing it back toward Todd’s hole. Then slides his long dick inside along with Greg’s cum.

“Ooooooh, yes” Todd lets out as Lawrence’s whole shaft slides in with ease. His cock is thinner than Greg’s and slipped right in after being stretched out. But the feeling was still intense. The thick, mushroom head on Lawrence’s long dick reaches to Todd’s second rim.

He begins to fuck Todd harder and harder. Greg overlooks and watches how Todd is so horny for being fucked. Todd’s dick is rock hard against his stomach, bouncing with the force of being fucked. At the pucker of his foreskin, a puddle of precum is building and leaking almost steadily out of Todd.

Greg feels greedy for more. His thick, beer can, daddy dick is spent and can’t handle another round. But Greg is craving more.

“Mmmmm look at that precum, boy.” Greg says. He gets down on his knees by Todd’s head and peers down his body in wonder as he watches his friend fuck his neighbor. Greg scoots himself forward over Todd’s face. His balls drag across. Todd’s nose and his small, but thick cock head rests on Todd’s chin. Greg leans over and reaches for Todd’s dick. He pulls back his foreskin, exposing a precum soaked cock head. He leans further and licks up the precum and laps his tongue around the top part of Todd’s shaft.

Todd is in ecstasy as he is getting his cock sucked while he’s getting fucked. He feels Greg’s soft cock on his chin and notices that he’s still leaking the last few drips of cum out of his piss slit. He doesn’t want them to go to waste so he takes his hand and manually works Greg’s mushroom into his mouth. He suckles on it and tongues the slit. He tastes a mix of cum, spit, and his own musk and feels an intensity growing between his legs.

Lawrence is dripping sweat with every thrust into Todd. He needs more lube but they don’t have any. He pulls out of Todd’s hole and slaps Greg across the face as Greg gags on Todd’s dick. He replaces Todd’s dick with his friend’s cum covered cock and wets it over well with his saliva. His mouth waters even more with the taste of his cum covering his friend’s cock. Lawrence returns to Todd’s hole and stiffly pushes back in. Greg returns to Todd’s leaky cock.

“Ooooh, oooh yea, please, harder……you can’t stop now, it’s gonna send me over” Todd pants. Lawrence gets harder and harder in his thrusts. Greg massages Todd’s balls as he sucks his dick. This is when Todd loses all his control. His asshole tightens and begins to spasm, his cock starts to pulse and send shivers down his whole body. Thick ropes of cum blast out of his cock and into Greg’s mouth. Todd’s whole body tenses and he can’t control anything. He sucks harder on Greg’s soft, mushroom cock, breathes deeply on the scent of his thick, low-hanging daddy balls on his nose.

The spasms of Todd’s hole tighten around Lawrence’s cock. It’s going to send him over the edge as well.

“Fuck, here I go!” Shouts Lawrence. He gets harder and harder and slams Todd’s ass as he unleashes his load deep inside him. He holds his pulsing dick deep in Todd, making sure every last drop gets deposited in the young man. Then slowly he lets his cock slide out.

The three men catch their breath and just enjoy the moment of post orgasm ecstasy. Greg swaps places with Lawrence and looks down at Todd’s twice used ass. He’s still hungry for cum. He’s such a slut for eating cum. He pushes Todd’s legs farther back and leans over to let his lips meet Todd’s asshole. He tongues the used hole and laps up the cum leaking out.

“Let me have those loads, boy. Daddy is hungry.” Greg says to Todd.

Todd relaxes and pushes lightly. He feels his used hole pucker and flair out slightly. He feels the warmth of the liquid cum deposited work its way out. Greg tongues the cum up and savors the taste. When no more comes out, he lets Todd’s legs back down.

The men grab their towels and dry off the rest of the way. Todd puts his swimming trunks back on and they say their goodbyes. Greg lets Todd know he’s welcome to come by any time he sees the gate open. And Todd winks and says, he‘ll keep that in mind.

As Todd makes his way down the driveway to the sidewalk and back to his house he feels a sudden strangeness on his hole. A warmth. A liquid. Oh, it’s more cum leaking out, he thinks to himself. He then continues on, completely satisfied with being used by his mature, daddy neighbor and his friend.

My name is Sam. I’ve been debating to write this story…but it’s definitely a story that needs to be told. Two days before Christmas a family friend arrived on my doorstep shortly after midnight. Austin was in his second year at Chapel Hill and was home for the holidays. His dad went through his phone and discovered things about his son he had always suspected….but found out the truth his son was gay. Austin’s dad is the minister of a mega church and lives a conservative life that would not tolerate having a son that is gay.

I’ve been neighbors with this family for years. When my partner and I met this family it was obvious we were a happily gay couple who didn’t want us to have concerns living next door to said minister. Five years ago when my partner was killed in an accident the family was very kind, supportive etc… Austin would cut my grass , take out our pup and were good neighbors.

  This particular night when I answered the door Austin was beyond upset. He was crying, shaking, and really took me by surprise. I invited him in….turned on the kettle to fix a cup of tea and once he had settled down…he started to tell me what had happened.

Austin told me he had known for some time he was attracted to men. He had a couple of experiences when he entered college. He went on to tell me that he was so appreciative to see the relationship I had with Brian everyday and he was so happy to think maybe someday he would be as fortunate to share his life with a man he loved.

  His dad was upset but he had not kicked him out of the house. Austin just wanted to be with me. After a couple of hours of talking we discussed several things. I told him how Brian and I met. We were both physical therapists. We met at East Carolina in graduate school and just knew we were going to make our professional and personal lives work. We were together over 28 years.

Finally around 5 o’clock I told him I really needed to get back to bed. I had sent a text to my office manager and told her I was taking the day off. Brian and I owned our own rehab , physical therapy clinic and I had a staff of about ten folks.  

I woke up about an hour later with Austin in my bed ever so tenderly sucking my fat 7.5 uncut cock. Holy hell….i was completely surprised but the kid was a phenomenal cock sucker. I pulled him off my cock….held him and tenderly kissed him. I asked him….are you sure this is what you want. He cupped my balls and said….yes sir….I have wanted to do this for some time.

  I rolled him over and kissed his hole. I must admit rimming is my favorite thing to do. I could have fucked this sexy boy like a mad man daddy bear that I am….but I wanted to make this a moment he would never forget. I rimmed and inserted a finger ….then added another one. I used CAKE coconut lube and my fingers just glided right in. He swallowed my cock and straddled my cock and sat down and slowly rocked on my cock. As he leaned forward we continue to explore each other’s mouths. Fuck…this kid could kiss. I shot a big load in his ass and he lifted off me. As I was lying on the bed….he scooted up to my face and fed me his cock. Damn…it didn’t take him long to shoot down my throat.  

We ended up in the shower. After I fixed coffee he came up to me….pecked my lips and said…..thank you sir for opening up the door. I held him in a strong hug and said….you are welcome any time. Just remember to be careful with your dad.

That was 5 years ago. Austin is in his second year of law school at Wake Forest….and I’ve opened another office in Winston Salem. What a convenient place for me to be..

Note: In the story, the Confederate United States government erased from history the idea that the United. Due to propaganda, Adam considers slavery to be normal, and his slave Jacob also believes that he was born to be a Beta and that this is his destiny.

May 25, 2015

Tomorrow is my birthday and the 150th anniversary of winning America. I wonder what I’ll get for my birthday. I can’t wait, but I have to go to bed.

May 26, 2015

Happy Birthday Adam – said Mom and Dad. Today is your day, when you get up come to the living room there is a surprise and a cake waiting for you – they finish and leave.

I get up, I have to change my boxers, put on pants, shoes, a belt, a shirt. Coming downstairs I expected everything, but I saw a man of about 35, sitting with my parents at the table.

Come on Adam – says the man. We have a present for you. In honor of your eighteenth birthday and the 150th anniversary of the victory in the Civil War, each man is given a slave who is also turning eighteen. – says the man. You just need to sign the ownership deed and we will perform the slave handover ceremony.

This was my dream, my dad is my idol, he also has his slave and a submissive wife, my mom. I was hoping all night that I would get my slave. Of course I sign everything that is required. After signing, I get a collar from this man, and my new slave crawls up to me on all fours. Then the man says “Adam, on this day, America gives you this eighteen-year-old black slave. What do you want to call him?” From today on, your name is Jacob. All I hear is “thank you, Sir.” So, Adam, put the collar on your slave. It was exciting for me, when I put it on, I heard a characteristic click. The man shook my hand and said, “Congratulations, Sir.”

“So son, what will be your first order?” Dad asked me.

Clean my room slave – I said with excitement in my head. He replied “Yes, Lord, please show me the way”. Top left. And Dad told Mom to serve breakfast at the table. I was so hungry from the shock. And my Mom’s food is delicious. After finishing breakfast, I went to my room to see how my slave was doing. Dad went to work, he’s a soldier. Mom is cleaning up in the kitchen. Now it’s time for me and my slave. Before leaving, Dad told me that when he gets back we’ll have to talk a little.

I enter the room and see that the room is completely cleaned up and the slave is kneeling in front of the door waiting for my arrival. I sit down on the bed, Jacob kneels next to my leg.

How do you already know the procedures? – I ask curiously

Sir, every slave in Free America. Is legally required to complete 7 grades. In the first three grades we learn to write, read, listen and count. For the next 4 grades, the higher level slaves teach us subservience, procedure and culture to white men. I hope the message was satisfactory to the master. – Jacob replies

Yes, that’s enough slave, but tell me what you learned in school. – I said

Yes Sir. During 4 years of study, our duty is to learn the anatomy of a man in order to please him. I know how to please you orally or by offering a foot massage. We also know the possibilities of using us, we can work for you on the land, serve in the house. We know our duties, prohibitions and orders created after the victory of our Masters. We cannot run away, we can be punished, we cannot oppose. – Slave said

And what can I call you? – I ask

According to the dictionary at my school, I am a slave, property, boy, dog.

Okay Jacob from today on respond when I call you boy or Jacob.

“Okay, my Lord,” the boy replies.

Boy, do you enjoy being my slave? – I said

This is a great opportunity for me, Sir, for which I thank you. I am happy that I can kneel before you. My great-great grandfather lived during the Civil War, he could not write. My grandfather was able to learn thanks to the slave reform. I will always consider this a great opportunity. We have also always been taught to bow and kneel before white men, it is written in our genes.

Okay boy, look at me and tell me what you have studied about a given thing. 

Good my Lord. You are wearing your shoes, you can see that they are already dirty. According to our manual, the slave’s duty is to keep the clothes and accessories of his Master in order and clean. We clean them with our tongue. The Master’s socks are like a toy for the slaves, if the boys are good the Master can put his worn socks under them as a reward. We love to smell them and worship them. You are wearing jeans, according to the current policy of the United States of America, jeans are pants adapted for men. Jeans and suit pants are exclusively for men. Slaves are not allowed to wear them. You wear a belt, which is a symbol of power and subordination of the slaves. You can punish me with it if I disobey you.

Okay boy, show me how you can orally serve your Master, then you can clean my shoes. – I reply while spreading my legs.

“Okay, Sir,” he replies and steps between my legs. He starts kissing my pants passionately, where I hold my cock. He slowly pulls out the belt with one hand and gives it to me. Surprised, I ask why he’s giving it to me. “Slaves have no right to wear or hold instruments of punishment, unless to give them to their Master after a previous order.” He unbuttons my pants and takes them off along with my boxers. My 8-inch dick hits his cheek. I can see he’s slightly stressed. What are you afraid of, boy?

I learned My Lord on 6 inch dummies, you have a big dick. – He said

Take it slowly into your mouth, and I will adjust my hand to what I want. 

Jacob takes the head of my cock into his mouth and I touch his hair and head for the first time. I feel the boy giving up his will and the movements of his head are completely dependent on me. I slowly put my cock into his mouth. “I last masturbated a week ago. My load has to end in you today” – I said speeding up the movement of his head. I hear him choking on it, but I like the sound. “Gaaawkk Gaaawkkkk Gawwwk…” He doesn’t resist me, but it’s obvious that it’s a burden for him. It’s a good thing he doesn’t want to vomit. “Oh fuck I love your throat” – I say. I only hear his soft moans. I feel myself cumming, I press his head all the way and cum inside his throat. It lasted 30 seconds, he swallowed everything and I let go of his head. He started breathing quickly and I hid my cock in my boxers. I told him to come, I stroked his head and said “You did good”.

“Thank you, Sir,” he replies. Then he orders him to do what my daddy orders his slave to do. “Button up my pants, put on the belt and thank me by kissing my bulge passionately.”

When he had done what I told him, I attached the leash to the slave’s collar. I wanted to go outside and walk to the victory parade, but the boy asked me if he could speak. He could not speak without my express permission. I agreed.

“Sir, thank you once again for using me. This is an unforgettable moment for me, the first time I tasted male sperm. In our textbooks, it is a gift to us from our great Lords. Such a cumshot is certainly extremely tiring, we are prepared to be used like ponies. Please, Sir, sit comfortably on my back and I will go with you straight to the parade.” 

“You’re a good boy,” he smiled.

The parade lasted two hours, I saw my dad at the military parade. I came home the same way. I think he was taught, although other submissives don’t carry their Masters.

“Why do you carry me, boy? Were the other slaves not taught this?”

Sir, I have been learning this since 2010. That is why few slaves know this form of worshipping their master. I hope you are satisfied with my services?

“Yes boy I’m proud of you.”

After returning home my father tells me and my slave to go to the room. Dad says “Don’t forget Adam that your slave also has a birthday today. So that you have a place to sleep under your Master’s bed, you will have your cage Jacob.”

My boy thanks my dad and enters the cage as if it were a new home. At the same time, my dad asks me to go down to the living room.

“What have you already talked about with Jacob?” he asks.

“What can he do, how did he learn that I can punish him and he can serve me orally.” – I said

“Okay son, but I talked to this guy who was here. He was a slave farm owner and a senator. He’s a custom-made slave. Jacob has never heard of anal. He’s never been taught about it, he’s only been taught about positions, but he didn’t know what for. He’s an anal virgin, so he’ll have his first time with you. Do it today and enjoy this beautiful moment.”

“Really, Dad! Thank you, but how did you do it?”

The senator is my friend, he can arrange everything for me, he excused him from these lessons because of health problems. – he said

I enter the room, I see my Jacob sitting in the cage and licking my boots. I asked him if he liked his new cage. “Yes it is beautiful, thank you Sir.” I hit him on the cheek. “Didn’t you forget something?” I apologize to the Lord very much and passionately as before he kissed my cock, I think he liked it. He licked my boots until the end, they looked like new. Nothing will be better than the saliva of a submissive. I told him to wash himself along with his teeth. If he wants to fuck him today he has to be clean in bed.

A slave is required to be naked in his Master’s house, so he doesn’t have to undress, but I prefer to be dressed. I’m lying on the bed and reading a book when he comes out of the bathroom on his knees. I throw the book on the floor, tell him he’ll clean it up later, but for now he has to undress me. Just like before, from top to bottom, he undresses me naked, kissing me everywhere he can, giving me the belt in his hands.

“Get on my bed and get into the doggy style position.” I said. He did, and then from behind I started telling him, “Boy, every slave has to go through the “anointing”. You are taught this in school, but my daddy made special arrangements for me so that you wouldn’t be taught.” – I say and then continue.

“Your hole, according to my research, is perfectly adapted to fit my cock. And today I will use it to anoint you and prepare you for my cock.” – I say and place the head of my cock on his hole, seeing fear and curiosity in his eyes.

I slowly insert it and his moans echo throughout the house. “Ohhhhhh AAAAHHH, my Lord this is massive. I don’t know if I can handle it.” Now is the time for me, I’m not listening to him “Ooohhh fuck fuck FUCK” I moan out loud and all I hear is the slap of my balls against his perfect ass. I guess he had to practice, but that’s not important now. I fucked him for 20 minutes feeling the fulfillment. My slave’s hole was just made for my cock, his initial pain turned into beautiful moans for my ears. “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH” I let out and then I release the rest of my cum from my balls right into his hole. I rested by laying on him. Then I told him to take his cock into his mouth so he could clean me. “You’ll be cleaning your Master’s Cock after every fuck, boy, so keep your hole as clean as possible, because you’ll have to eat it later” He was afraid but he did it when I hit him with the belt. I liked the sound on his buttocks.

“When did you exercise your glutes for me?”

“My Sir, during school I took a subject on adapting the body for the Master. Being a slave for sale I had to exercise my buttocks and back for the Master, to make it as comfortable as possible for the Master to fuck me and ride me.”

I locked him in a cage, he kissed my cock, thanked me for the anointing and went to sleep with me right above him. It’s a nice feeling to sleep over your own slave. Tomorrow I have to go to school, my boy will have to prepare me for it in the morning.

The following Sunday morning, I woke up, feeling generous and a bit naughty. I’d decided to whip up a feast for the manly trio that graced my home every day.  A mischievous grin spread across my face as I thought of the delicious breakfast I had planned. It was my way of giving back, a small token of appreciation for the feast of muscles they treated me to every single day.

I shuffled downstairs, Zac’s oversized t-shirt now swapped for one of my own, hugging my body snugly. I tiptoed into the kitchen, enjoying the calmness of the early morning, as I stood next to the coffee mahine, watching it brew a pot of dark roast. The scent of freshly ground beans filled the air, blending with the faint hint of pine from the kitchen’s wooden surfaces. The quiet was a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of testosterone-fueled banter that echoed through the house. The only sound was the rhythmic gurgle of the coffeemaker, a comforting soundtrack to the start of my day.

But the quiet was soon interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs. I knew my alone time was done for now. I took the first sip of my coffee, feeling its warmth spread through my body, and leaned against the counter next to the machine. Glancing over the rim of my mug, I watched the end of the stairs, expecting to see one of my men emerge from the shadows of the upper floor.

It was Zac, striding into the room with the confidence of a lion. He was already dressed for his morning jog, his muscles rippling beneath a snug, sweat-wicking shirt and shorts that left little to the imagination. A smug smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he noticed me watching him, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the view.

“Well, well, well,” he said, his voice deep and teasing. “Look who’s up early to serve breakfast to their favorite.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Favorite, huh? I’m pretty sure Henry won’t agree with that.”

Zac chuckled, a sound that rumbled through his broad chest and sent a thrill down my spine. “I’d say otherwise after last night,” he quipped, his eyes dancing with the memory of our shower rendezvous. He bent down to tie his shoelaces, his biceps bulging with the movement. The headphones in his hand dangled loosely, and he paused for a moment to tuck them into the neckline of his shirt.

“Look at you, Mr. Athletic,” I said, my tone teasing as I set down the mug of coffee. “Think you can handle a little friendly banter before you go flex in front of the neighborhood?”

Zac’s smirk grew wider as he straightened up, his eyes sparkling with the challenge. “Oh, I can handle whatever you throw at me, little brother. Just remember to have my breakfast ready when I get back.” He winked, and the casual way he said it sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Please, I wouldn’t miss the chance to see you trip over your own arrogance,” I shot back, unable to resist the urge to poke at his ego a little more. Zac chuckled, shaking his head as he headed for the door, flexing his muscular arms in a dramatic display that made the veins in his forearms pop out like a roadmap to heaven.

“Don’t count on it, pipsqueak,” he called over his shoulder. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your little heart would break if anything happened to this.” He slapped his sculpted abs “I’ll be back before you know it, and if you’re not ready with my breakfast, I might just have to take it out of your hide.”

The door slammed shut, and I couldn’t help but laugh. That was vintage Zac, full of bravado. The kitchen felt emptier without his towering presence, but the anticipation of what was to come buzzed around me like a swarm of hungry mosquitoes. I set to work on the breakfast feast, the sizzle of bacon and the sweet aroma of pancakes soon filling the air.

Mid-flip of the pancake, I heard another set of footsteps on the stairs, heavier and more deliberate than Zac’s. Turning around, I saw my dad, his eyes still a bit bleary with sleep.

“Morning, Dad,” I chirped and watched him for a second before turning my attention back to the stove.

“What’s got you up so early?” Dad asked, his voice a gentle rumble. He stepped closer, the warmth of his embrace wrapping around me from behind. His large hands found their way to my hips, squeezing them gently, a gesture that I was pretty sure was based more on muscle memory than anything else.

“Just felt like making breakfast for my mens,” I replied, flipping the bacon with a flourish. “You know, the usual.”

Dad chuckled, the sound reverberating in his broad chest as he stepped away from me, his hands finding their way to the coffee machine. He poured himself a steaming cup, before walking over to one of the barstools. With a grace that belied his size, he sat down on one, facing the middle between me and the tabletop on the other side.

“What’s on the agenda for today, Dad?” I asked, sliding the eggs onto a plate and placing it in front of him with a flourish. The yolk was still a bit runny, just how he liked it.

Dad took a sip of his coffee, the steam curling around his rough, stubbly jaw. “Got a bit of garden work to do, and I was thinking of starting to clear out the room under the roof. It’s been a mess since we moved in, and I figured it’s about time we made it into something useful.” His eyes scanned the kitchen, looking for something to grab his attention, but they kept coming back to me.

I nodded, flipping the bacon with a practiced flick of my wrist before turning back to face him. “Sounds like a full day of manly labor,” I said with a grin, watching as he took a bite of the egg. His chewing was slow and deliberate, the muscles in his jaw working in a way that was oddly mesmerizing. “I might join you later,” I offered, my eyes drifting down to his crotch. The bulge beneath his shorts was unmistakable, and I couldn’t help the heat that spread through me as my imagination painted vivid images of what lay beneath.

Dad’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement playing on his features. “Mighty generous of you,” he said, his tone gruff but with a twinkle in his eye. “But I think you wouldn’t survive ten minutes up there without complaining about the dust and the heat.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably right,” I admitted, serving him a plate piled high with bacon. I slid the plate across the counter to him, watching as he dug in. His forearms were like tree trunks, the veins standing out as he gripped his fork. “But I can run a bath for you after,if you need some pampering,” I said sweetly, a hint of mischief in my voice.

Dad’s laugh was like thunder, making the windows rattle slightly. “Maybe you should stick to what you’re good at, and let Henry help me with the heavy lifting.”

I wasn’t mad, but I decided to play the part, pouting slightly as I pretended to sulk over the counter. “Well, fine,” I said, feigning indignation. “I’ll just let you and Henry turn the whole house into a sauna with your heavy breathing and sweating.”

Dad’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his teeth flashing white against the stubble of his beard as he took another bite of his breakfast. “You’ll survive,” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very air around us. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll find some way to keep yourself entertained while we’re slaving away up there.”

I pretended to think hard about it, tapping a finger against my chin. “Maybe I will,” I said, my voice a playful purr.

The thought of moving heavy boxes and old junk up and down the ladder to the attic was enough to make me break out in a cold sweat. So, I really didn’t mind staying downstairs, basking in the freshness and cleanliness of the kitchen. Plus, I knew that once the boys were done with their testosterone-fueled demolition derby, it’d be my turn to tackle the aftermath. But that laid in the future, and for now, I had the perfect excuse to keep my hands clean and my thoughts… not so much.

And speaking of Henry, the man-mountain himself lumbered into the kitchen, his oversized sweatpants slung low on his hips. It was like watching a slow-motion replay of a boulder rolling down a hill, except this boulder had a heart of gold and muscles for days. His sweatpants, bless them, didn’t stand a chance against the beast that was Henry’s manhood. The bulge was so pronounced that it looked like he was smuggling a small watermelon under there. And from the way he walked, it was clear he was free-balling, letting his manhood swing to the rhythm of his steps.

“Mornin’, little bro,” Henry grunted, his voice a deep bass that could wake up the dead. He scratched his head. “What’s for breakfast?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him, his oversized sweatpants riding low on his hips. The bulge in them was a silent greeting, one that had me eagerly awaiting our next rendezvous. “Just the usual,” I said, pointing to the stove where the bacon and eggs sizzled away. “

As Henry sat down next to Dad, I served him a plate full of food, savoring the view as he tucked in. There was something utterly erotic about watching him eat, his massive forearms flexing with every movement, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow. His muscles were a landscape of power, a stark contrast to Zac’s sculpted physique. While Zac’s body was a finely tuned machine, Henry’s was raw, unfiltered brute strength. I couldn’t denie the way it made me feel – small, vulnerable, yet incredibly safe.

I took a seat opposite them, my own plate of food a mere fraction of their portions. The conversation between the two men was like listening to a couple of cavemen grunt over their kill. Yet, amidst their banter and the clinking of cutlery, I found myself drifting back to the previous encounters with Henry. His brute strength had always been a turn-on, the way I could use this hunk for my pleasure, without him even noticing it was happening. The way his neck muscles bulged when he talked, the way his face flushed when he was in the throes of passion – it all painted a tantalizing picture.

I sipped my coffee, the heat of the mug warming my palms. My eyes drifted to Henry’s plate, watching the way he scarfed down his food with the same enthusiasm he had for… other things. The thought of his tongue, skilled and eager, made me squirm in my seat. The last time we had been together was still vivid in my mind, the memory of his hot breath against my skin and the feeling of his mouth brushing against my ass as he buried his face between my legs. The way I’d moaned in appreciation, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me as he feasted on me like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

As if reading my thoughts, Henry’s eyes flicked up to mine, a question in his gaze. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on the conversation rather than the growing ache in my pants. “So, you two going to go up after brakfast?” I asked, trying to keep my voice normal.

“Yep,” Dad said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Gonna sort through all that crap up there.”

“It’s gonna be a hot mess,” I quipped, watching them both push back from the table, plates scraped clean. They both stood up, and the kitchen felt like it had just lost its gravity, the space between us seemingly warping around their massive forms. They were like twin planets, their gravitational pull irresistible.

Dad ruffled my hair playfully. “You just make sure you don’t eat all the food before we get back,” he said, his voice still thick with amusement. “You know how grumpy Henry gets when he doesn’t get his fill.”

With a laugh, I watched the two of them make their way out of the kitchen, their heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway as they headed towards the stairs. They moved with a surprising grace for men of their size, their broad shoulders and muscled backs flexing with each step. The sight was hypnotizing, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger until they disappeared around the corner.

The kitchen was once again my domain, and I took a moment to appreciate the silence before I sprang into action, clearing the tabletop with a swiftness that would make a ninja proud. Plates clattered into the sink, and the sound of running water soon filled the room as I washed the dishes with an efficiency that would have made our mother proud. I was about to place the last plate in the dishwasher, when I saw a flash of movement through the kitchen window.

Looking outside, I watched as Zac jogged up the walkway, sweat glistening on his skin like a fresh coat of lacquer. His muscles were pumped from the workout, each step a testament to his physical prowess. I couldn’t help but admire the way his shirt clung to his chest, outlining every ridge and contour like a second skin. The sight was mouth-watering, and my earlier playful banter was replaced with a sudden urge to devour him whole.

But the thrill of the chase was over, and I had already served one brunch this morning. So, I finished rinsing the last plate and placed it in the dishwasher with a decisive clank. The kitchen was now Zac’s domain, and I had no intention of playing servant for the time being. I grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch in the living room, flipping through the channels with a practiced ease that came from hours of binge-watching TV. The cushions molded to my body, and I felt a sense of satisfaction that the room was mine and mine alone for a brief moment.

Zac’s footsteps grew closer, his breathing still a bit ragged from his run. I feigned interest in the show, my eyes glued to the TV as he entered the room, but my ears were tuned to his every move. I listened as he untied his shoes, the soft thuds as they hit the floor, the sound of his socks sliding against the tiles as he padded towards the stairs. I took it as my cue, not wanting him to vanisch upstairs to shower without acknowledging me.

“How was the run?” I called out, keeping my voice casual as I sat up, tossing the remote onto the coffee table with a clatter.

“Good, but better now that I’m back,” Zac called out, his voice a little out of breath but filled with his usual arrogance.

“I guess running isn’t your favorite activity, huh?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as Zac appeared at the entrance to the open living area. A glance at him reveaked him in his shirt, which clung to his sweat-drenched body like a second skin.

“It’s alright,” Zac said, his voice closer now. “Keeps me in shape… But nothing beats lifting for the real gains,” he added. His cockiness was palpable, and despite the banter, I felt my cheeks warm with a blush.

“The real gains, huh?” I quipped, kinda hoping he’d get more into it. I had a thing for guys who talked themselves up, and Zac was the poster boy for it.

“You know it,” Zac said, flexing his biceps, making the shirt cling even more to his sweat-slicked skin. “Cardio’s important, sure, keeps the blood pumping and all that jazz. But the looks,” he paused, winking at me, “those come from lifting.” He strutted over to the kitchen island, his abs flexing with each step, and helped himself to a plate of pancakes and a handful of bacon.

I couldn’t help but watch him, his confidence a heady aphrodisiac. He took a bite of the pancake, not bothering with the syrup, and chewed with the kind of satisfaction that only came from a good workout and an even better meal. “Ahh, always great to have a sucker to cook for me,” he said around a mouthful of food, his teeth flashing in a grin.

“I’m not a sucker,” I retorted, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice. “I just know how to take care of my men.”

Zac’s grin grew wider as he swallowed his mouthful of pancake, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said, grabbing a napkin to wipe what had dribbled down his chin. “But remember, I’m not just any man. I’m the one who gets the VIP treatment.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. But I decided to wait a moment before returning to his subliminal hint and instead watched him devour the pancakes with the same enthusiasm he brought to everything else in his life. His sweat-drenched body was a sight to look at and invited my greedy eyes to look at him a moment longer.

As he chewed, a sudden silence fell over the kitchen, a stark contrast to the usual chaos that accompanied his presence. In that brief moment of quiet, my gaze traveled over him, drinking in his athletic form. Zac was a masterpiece of muscles and sinew, with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and powerful thighs. The fabric of his shirt clung to his skin, highlighting the definition of his abs, which flexed and rippled as he breathed deeply. I couldn’t help but admire his physique, the way his body moved and functioned with the grace of a finely tuned machine.

It was Zac who took the word again, eyes still on the plate but a knowing glint in them as he started talking again. “You know, I’ve got these sore muscles in my thighs from the run,” he said, his voice a low purr. “They’re really giving me quite the bother.”

I looked up from where I sat, my eyes leaving his marvelous abs to meet his gaze. “Sore muscles, huh?” I said, my voice dripping with skepticism. “In your thighs?” I knew full well that his thighs weren’t the muscles he was referring to. But playing coy was part of the game, wasn’t it?

Zac’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he took another bite of pancake, not bothering to answer. He knew I knew what he was really hinting at. It was a dance we’d done before, and the anticipation was as delicious as the food on the plate.

But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him today. With a smirk, I stood up, my own little rebellion against the bratty remark. I sauntered over to him, hips swaying in a way that was more deliberate than usual. “You know,” I said, my voice a purr, “if you want a blowjob, you can just ask.”

I saw the edges of his lips curl up as I approached. He liked where this was going and we both knew it. I leaned in, close enough for him to feel the warmth of my breath and smell the faint scent of my perfume. “But since you’re my favorite,” I whispered, my voice low and sultry, while my right hand snaked down to boldly cup his crotch through his shorts. “I guess I can spare a few minutes for you.”

Zac’s breath hitched, the muscles in his thighs tightening reflexively at my touch. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a mix of surprise and desire. “Is that right?” he said, his voice a gravelly growl.

“Oh, absolutely,” I said, playing the sweet, submissive role to perfection. “After all, you’ve earned it, after your strenuous training.”

Slowly, I knelt down, my eyes never leaving his as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. With a swift pull, I dragged them down, his cock springing free and smacking against his stomach with a wet sound. His eyes widened slightly. My level of boldness was surprising him… how cute. But that surprise was quickly replaced by the anticipation that I saw building in his eyes. He knew what was coming next, and he was loving it.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat of him, the velvety skin against my palm. I began to stroke him slowly, savoring the way his eyes fluttered closed as I worked him to full hardness. It was like I had all the power in the world, bringing him to the brink without a single word spoken. But as always he was quick in taking the reins back, his eyes snapping open with a predatory look that sent a thrill down my spine. He took another bite of his pancake, chewing slowly as if my work on his cock was just another part of his breakfast routine.

My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. It was a delicious kind of power play, one that had me eager to see where it would lead. I leaned in, my eyes locked on his as I took him into my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum mixing with the sweat from his run.He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest, and for a moment, it was like I had all the control again. But that illusion was shattered as he took another bite of his pancake, the chewing motion echoing in the kitchen like a metronome, setting a pace for my movements.

I bobbed my head, my tongue dancing around the head of his cock as he ate, the muscles in his thighs tensing and relaxing with each stroke. The smell of his sweat was only adding up to the whole experience, making it all the more erotic. He was so lost in his own world, which I knew had to feel like heaven on earth. It wasn’t hard to imagine how he must feel right now – I had made him breakfast and then sucked him off, without him having to do anything except enjoy the ride. He didn’t even bother to hide his pleasure, his eyes locked on his plate, the occasional moan escaping his lips as he took bite after bite, savoring the food as much as the blowjob.

As I worked him, my own arousal grew, my cock straining against the fabric of my sweatpants. I didn’t dare to take it out, not with the looming fear of being caught. The same reason why I didn’t take his shirt off. The thrill of giving Zac a blowjob while the rest of the family was at home, blissfully unaware of our little secret, added a spicy layer of danger to our rendezvous.

As Zac’s plate emptied, he set it aside with a clatter, his grip on the counter tightening. The muscles in his arms bulged as he leaned into the sensation, and I knew he was getting closer. He probably expected me to pick up the pace, to give him the kind of intense blowjob that had him seeing stars, but I had other plans. After all, it tended to become tiring when you were the one doing all the work. So, Instead of the usual deep-throat routine, I decided to tease him with something more gentle, something that gave me the chance to enjoy the taste of him as well.

His cock was like velvet in my mouth, the taste of his sweat a heady mix with the saltiness of his pre-cum. The way he watched me, his eyes dark and hooded, made me feel like a prize fighter, delivering the perfect performance for my coach. But this was no prizefight. The sound of his breath grew heavier, his chest rising and falling in time with my ministrations. I knew he was close, his thighs trembling slightly with each stroke of my tongue.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Zac announced, his voice a harsh whisper that seemed to echo in the  quiet kitchen. It was the first time he had spoken since he finished his breakfast, and the suddenness of it made me jump slightly, almost losing my rhythm.

His cock almost fell out of my mouth as I sat back on my heels, a grin spreading across my face. “You want to cum all over my face?” I asked, using the moment to play dumb. It was the kind of question that didn’t need an answer, but the look in his eyes told me he liked that I’d asked.

“You know it,” Zac said, his voice gruff.

So, I did just that. I sucked on his head, my tongue flicking against the underside with a determination that made his whole body tense. Zac’s eyes rolled back in his head, his moans becoming more frequent. It was like watching a bomb about to go off, the tension building with every flick of my tongue. His thighs were shaking now, his grip on the counter turning his knuckles white. I knew I had him right where I wanted him, teetering on the edge.

The moment his breath hitched, I pulled back, taking him out of my mouth with a wet pop. I watched as the first rope of cum shot out, landing on my cheek, the heat of it shocking against my skin. Another followed, hitting my nose, and then a third landed on my forehead. The fourth spurt was aimed straight for my lips, and I eagerly opened my mouth to catch it, swirling it around with my tongue, savoring the taste of victory. Zac’s thighs quivered, his whole body straining as he emptied himself onto me, painting my face with his essence. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, and for a moment, I felt like the most powerful person in the world, even tho I was the one on my knees.

As the final spasms of his orgasm subsided, I took a deep breath, the scent of him still lingering in the air. I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my own cock begging for attention. “Well,” I said, my voice a little raspy from the effort, “I hope that helped with the muscle soreness.”

Zac looked at me, his chest heaving. He grabbed a napkin and reached it out to me, his hand shaking slightly. “I think it looks good on you,” he said with a smug grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But I’d hate for Henry or Dad to get the wrong idea when they come back.”

I took the napkin from him, using it to wipe away the traces of his cum from my face. The fabric was rough against my skin, and the act of cleaning up felt almost degrading, yet oddly satisfying.

After the events of my first story (see ‘From Curious Straight to Bottom Slut’) I was floating on air for a couple of weeks. Realistically, I knew the odds of ever repeating the experience at that level were unlikely, but it didn’t stop me from trying. I’d go back 2-3 times a month cruising through the various theaters and the booths.

 One Sunday afternoon I was determined to make something happen. I went into the large theater and pulled down my gym shorts before I sat down. At 6′, 200 lbs, with a shaved head and long goatee, I do tend to get noticed. My biker vibe, as I’ve been told I give off, contrasts my slut nature that comes out when I’m surrounded by hard cocks. My bright red jock strap was definitely getting some extra attention.

  Pretty quickly, a guy got on his knees in front of me and pulled my hard cock out. In my experience, playing out in the open tends to draw a crowd. A guy sat down next to me on the same couch and pulled his dick out. I reached over and started stroking him while he watched me get sucked. A man with a nice thick cock was standing up next to me at the side of the leather couch. I opened my mouth and leaned closer. He got the hint and stuck it in. I worked my mouth and tongue all around the fat head and took him all the way in my throat.

  I had one of my legs thrown over the arm of the couch. The cock sucker that had been working on me had stopped but was still on his knees in front of me. I could feel his dick against my hole, but his underwear was still on. I stopped stroking the guy to my left and used that hand to pull his dick out. He was already leaking pre-cum. I used my thumb to spread the lubrication around his head and teased my hole with it. He started grinding on me, but was missing the mark at first. Then, I felt him hit the spot. He pressed in my pre-lubed hole, but a couple strokes later he was already cumming. A few seconds later I felt the cock in my mouth swell as he moaned and shot his load down my throat with several heavy spurts.

  I saw a few other guys watching and some even stroking while they watched, but no one else seemed to want a turn. I put my shorts back on and wandered a bit. I ended up in the booths and managed to suck three nice cocks. Each of them gave me their tasty loads. I had intentionally left my booth unlocked. While I was servicing guys through the hole, a couple took advantage of my exposed ass. The lube I had left on the floor next to my feet made it clear they had permission.

  I started to stand up because no one else was on the other side waiting for head, when a good looking black guy I had seen in the theater earlier came in the booth and locked the door behind him. He told me to grab the wall and pulled down his shorts and underwear. He didn’t look like he was fully hard yet and it was already a good 10″. As direct as he was, I expected him to just jam it in me. He was actually cool about it though and gave me a chance to adjust to his girth. I guarantee anyone in the booths knew I was getting fucked. He had me moaning. He gradually picked up pace and started banging me harder. My moans and the sounds of his thighs slapping my ass must have drawn attention because soon I saw someone watching me get railed through the hole. Each thrust felt like it was going deeper into me. It hurt but I didn’t want him to stop. The voyeur stuck his dick through the hole and I tried to suck it, but with the aggressive fucking I was receiving, it was difficult. I opted to stroke him and was rewarded with a facial. The guy fucking me was calling me a “good faggot” and asking me how much I loved his dick. I told him “Don’t stop!!” and showed him I meant it by pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. I was vaguely aware of the new voyeur that had been watching, but I definitely knew he was there when I saw his dick poke through the wall and spray my face with his heavy load.

  The alpha with the BBC that was dominating my ass practically roared as he came inside of me. He stayed inside of me for a few seconds then gradually withdrew, his hot load leaking from my sloppy hole. I felt drained as the feeling of fullness left me. I slumped on the chair to recover. and he pulled up his shorts and left. I used the tissues in the booth and did the best I could to clean the copious amount of cum from my beard and ass. 

I stumbled out of the booth, looking a complete mess. I saw some of the hallway lurkers watching me, looking me up and down. Some of them had been watching me in the first theater. It also wasn’t lost on me that people have drilled small peepholes in many of the booths, so some of them undoubtedly watched me get used. I made my way to the restroom to clean up a bit. I had already had a lot of fun, but I hadn’t actually cum yet. I was still horny as hell and desperately wanted to release.

Passing through the “straight” theater with its dozen couches and multiple TV screens, I saw a good looking, 20-something white guy stroking his large cock. I leaned against the wall for a bit and watched. It was the usual game of guys looking at him, but trying to not be obvious. He was stroking and trying to act like he was watching the movies. I decided that fortune favors the bold. I knew what he wanted and I wanted to give it to him.

I approached casually and made a little eye contact with him. He stopped his stroking as I lowered to my knees in front of him and he offered his magnificent piece of meat to my still hungry mouth. It was around 8″ with a big mushroom head. It filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and watched him squirm with delight as I licked the pre-cum from slit and then started working my mouth up and down his length. In a theater environment I’m usually trying to get a guy off quickly and earn that yummy treat but I worshiped this cock. The fat head, the thick vein up the center that seemed like it was as big as some dicks I’ve played with, I savored it all. I looked up at his face and saw his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. I saw the wedding band on his hand. I was giving this guy what his pretty little wife probably couldn’t give him. I took a deep breath and did my best to relax my throat as I took his entire length. I fought off my gag reflex and worked up and down at the base of his shaft. My mouth stretched wide around it. I felt that fat head massaging the inside of my throat as I heard him start to gasp and twitch. I could feel his head swelling and I pulled back so it was in my mouth. I wanted to taste that load. He erupted in my mouth with a growl. It was the most delicious load I’ve ever tasted. The guy must live off strawberries and pineapple. He fired off several shots and I did my best to swallow it all. I slowly licked him clean, telling him we couldn’t send him home to his wife with a mess. When I’d removed every bit, I stood up and leaned in close. I asked him if he used a certain IM app, and when he said yes I told him my username. I saw him type it in on his phone. He said thanks and he left.

I noticed that I had an audience for that performance as well, including a good looking Mediterranean looking guy with a nice trimmed beard. He had been here a while. He was in the first theater watching while I had played there and in the hall outside the booths where I had played. I made my way to the smaller of the two gay theaters. It has two small couches and two lounge chairs. I pulled my shorts off and sat on the right side of the closest couch. I pulled a couple cock rings from my pocket and put them on and started stroking.

Three guys had followed me in, including the Mediterranean guy. I casually stroked myself while the three of them watched. Med pulled his dick out and started stroking for me to see. I motioned him over. He stood to the side of the couch. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. The two other guys came over and dropped to their knees in front of me. One started playing with my dick and balls. The other lifted my right leg over the arm of the couch, exposing my asshole when he did so. He started probing with his fingers.

The Mediterranean guy started being aggressive with me. If I got distracted by the other guys he slapped my face, grabbed hold of my beard and started fucking my face. Fuck, that turned me on! He would even occasionally hold my nose to force me to gag. The guy fingering my ass was starring to annoy me. I pulled off the dick in my mouth long enough to tell him to stop screwing around and fuck me. I dove right back on the dick and went back to work. He didnt need to be told twice. He lined his hard cock with my hungry hole.

I gasped around the cock in my mouth as he entered me. I still had plenty of lube and cum in me and he slid in with no problem. The guy playing with my cock and balls was squeezing my balls and started slapping the head of my dick. I have to admit it felt amazing. Two dicks in me and getting worked over, had me feeling good.

Med guy was definitely holding out on me. He wasn’t looking to cum yet and was enjoying using my mouth. At this point I wasn’t even sucking his cock anymore. He was fucking my face. I had no control over the situation. I could see others watching out of the corner of my eye in the moments he pulled out of my mouth so I could breathe. The guy fucking my ass unloaded in me and the guy that had been slapping my dick took his place. He slid right in and started thrusting right away.

  It was at that moment that I saw two black men standing over me. One was the guy that had used me in the booths.

“This is the faggot I was telJling you about.” he said to his friend.

“He took all of my dick and was ready for more. He should be able to take you too.”

  The friend lowered his track pants and said, “We gonna find out as soon as this guy is done with him.”

  I had a moment of panic as I realized he was bigger than his buddy. It seemed like no time at all and the guy inside me finished with a groan. I braced for what was about to happen as he put my legs up on his shoulders. I felt his large head probing at the entrance to my hole for a moment, then with a steady pressure he pushed into me. I practically screamed around the cock filling my mouth. After a few strokes he really started giving it to me. Med guy must’ve been inspired because he started in again, fucking my face. Both of them were burying themselves in me all the way to the hilt. I was being fucked mercilessly in front of an audience. Without warning the Mediterranean guy completely withdrew and told me to keep my mouth open. He pumped his dick a couple of times and shot a huge load into my mouth while he held onto my beard. He directed a couple of the guys that had been observing and jacking to jerk off on me. I started stroking my own cock while I was still getting fucked. One of the new guys came quickly and painted my face. Shortly after another one did the same and another shot his load onto my dick. I kept stroking. That’s when the BBC started moaning and then buried himself I’m me to the hilt. I could feel him pulsing inside me. I finally came, my huge orgasm exploding all over me. One last straggler added his load to my chest while I lay there on the couch trying to recover. I was spent, and completely satisfied.

One time on grindr i got a message “4 guys here” i didnt send my location that time but I wonder… what could’ve been 4 guys deep inside me.

So next time I couldnt say no. I dress up in my lingerie anime school girl outfit and a thong.

I think they’ll love it. So they send me pic with all 4 of there cocks 1 brown thick one 1 white long one 2 black veiny cocks. I send my location put my butt plug smoke weed and get ready for my hole to me use. I open my doors and they rush in so excited rubbing their boxers, one guy greets me by grabbing my ass,Im so turned on & point to my door. My room is small which made it fun for me I was grabbing their hard bodies & cocks for balance. They tell me to get on my knees, so do like a good girl and start sucking cocks, throat their cocks in my mouth moaning. They push my head on their cocks, they play with myass,grab my ass, spank my ass and start getting greedy with my wet mouth bouncing it from 1 cock to another. My spit makes a bridge between three cocks, I get the sloppyest wet cock tell him to fuck me dont hold back,set the tone. A cock in my mouth, a cock in each hand,big brown cock in my ass. He thrust to put his cock in my tight hole, I mainly fuck dildos. I tell him slap my ass if you want more grip and he starts slapping ass more. Fill me up twice I tell him.

I have a really sloppy wet cock in front of me I tell him it’s his turn to fuck me. The guy in my ass gets to my mouth to taste the cream we made together. The second guy in my ass oils me up to take his  big black cock. Deep long strokes then he leans in and tells me I’m only halfway in moaning and groaning he fill my hole with all his meat, I get the other big black cock in the room and I starting eating dick. Getting blacked, spit roasted I’m still conducting this train and I get the third cock in me while I’m this super horny state big long thick cock in my ass a while, he grabs my hands bdsm style and two guys suck my smalls titties, so one guy likes thighs and starts rubbing my thigh,I could almost cum. Time for the last guy big long white cock he tells me flip over to fuck me missionary.

I know my ass creamy his long cock goes right in there no resistance. He slaps my ass while fucking me in missionary, I go to reach to a cock to suck, he reaches for my cock and strokes me while fucking me in missionary I pull his ass closer. The other guys put their dicks on my small tits, the long cock inside me pulls my legs up the other guys help him, two guys on each side grabbing my legs. Long cock slips out, I tell him please put back in there, everyone laughs.

All the spit looks likes foam from my mouth two cocks in my mouth is cock overload. I look down two guys two long cocks in missionary, yep I’m in gangbang dick heaven, I need to cum, the next guy is comfortable now and grabs my dick I tell him to point at my chest. Long cock goes to mouth taste the cream of everybody. I start suck his dick to give me life, my ass is free for all while I’m sucking his long cock dry, I dont know who is in my ass, its big and thick, my toes curling someone sucking on my toes, he tells me I’m still tight I tell him slap my ass for more grip my ass has too be red, everybody already has a turn.i came on my chest now it’s time for the boys to come. A big black cock inside missionary I start fucking back moving my hips, another guy holds me up, I feel small being handling, butt powerful fucking back this big cock, he touches my small tits and cums. Next I get that long white cock and get on top of him cowgirl feels so good right in my ass is warm and filled. I get the other two cocks in my mouth, brown thick cock & the other bbc I really need cum in my mouth who is going to cum first i dont know, the long cock in my ass doesnt slip out he starts fuck me back slapping my ass sucking my tits, stroking my cock he might make me cum again on top of the anal organism. Thick Brown cock cum all in my mouth no announcement, it’s awful lot of cum but I swallow all of it, slowly, the bbc in my mouth feels ready too, cum on chin I gotta eat it. Sucking that black cock head give him long deep strokes with my tongue & throat he cums and grabs my head. Now the white cock in my ass to take care of he is close grabbing my hips and ass cheeks. He shakes and cums deep in my ass while suck my nipples. 

I get a hotel in midtown, take a shower, shave so I’m smooth skinned , little bit classy make up, warm up/oil up my tight little asshole. Debate taking out my butt plug in the mirror. I dont go outside with it, I decided. 

Put on a choker, black thong, and a silk dress.

I go buy a drink to get a nice buzz on walk towards dvd/porn place. Reviews saids owner is really nice, so I want to suck his dick while customers walking , he might fuck me in store like the degrading sluts videos or maybe buy this skin diamond gangbang video. 

After that I’m still just getting a buzz on, I go to 42 street near the two naked cowgirls except I go to the opposite street. I’m a little shy at first butt then a guy approaches me. I let him grab my fat ass and play with it. His friends comes over I rub my fat cheeks on him, they get my number and leave (they both couldve fuck me). 

I play this slutty game again with a couple strangers, a basketball team of guys carrying me and making me bend over then spanking my ass in public. Local enforcement brings the fun to an end. 

I’m super horny at this point. My panties dripping wet. I go to the west park. My favorite porno is skin diamond dress as a schoolgirl takes on a charile angel mission except she sucks 5 or 6 homeless men big dicks. Five or six dicks is alot I’m looking for 4 normal sane homeless men to fuck me in the forest part of the park.

I’m drinking to keep my liquid courage up. I pass by one homeless men sit next to him, ask to stroke his cock. 6 inches is enough to turn me on. I ask to sit on him in public. He grab my ass and he is so happy. People look at this hot pretty young thing grind on the homeless

A GIFT FOR YOU.

But the next day, I took a decision.

When Oleg finally came home, he found me totally nude lying on my back on the couch with a very hard dick and when he was approaching, I started beating my meat so strongly that it seemed my life depended on it.

-Hi Oleg, welcome home, my dear son. I wanted you to find me like this knowing how horny you’d be. Approach me, this is just a gift for you.

Timidly he came very close to me then and I approached his young lips and kissed his mouth passionately. I remembered I had already kissed him and now it was really easy. Besides, I started to enjoy the moisture of Oleg’s lips in mine.

-I’ll keep on jacking off and of course you can whip your cock out and masturbate as you watch your father doing this for you.

Instantly Oleg whipped it out. He couldn’t be harder. And just then he told me.

-Oh Kostyantyn, I swear I could never expect to one day come home and find you like this, you hot man, so now if you’re having fun, you can do it more days if you want.

-I’ll go on, Oleg, but first I need to explain to you why I’m doing this.

-Tell me, dad.

-Last night in bed, I was seriously thinking what I could do with you but the first conclusion is that I really love you no matter what and yes, I even love you a lot knowing that you lust for me and wank privately over me. But that’s not all.

-Go on, you hot Kostyantyn.

-First it was a way to help you not to do something silly again and be caught and of course embarrassed. But then I started to see that once I’d shown you my dick, you needed to see your father’s dick over and over again. And of course you would also need to have sex with a boy you like and you like me. So well, I could have got shocked or at least a little troubled and I apologize for having been slow with you so far and not understood your real needs. Then I thought: well, my Oleg lusts for me, but what’s wrong? Not only it does not bother me, because the love I feel for you is stronger than the love any other boy might one day feel for you, but I also saw that my love for you is so strong that it would be really easy for me to even have sex with you, something now I don’t reject.

His dick was at its highest now, seeing the man he lusted for beating off before him naked and telling him empathic words.

So far from ever reproaching you anything, after now I’ll be an understanding Kostyantyn and simply give you what you want. I really love you, Oleg, and I love you more now. You see? I’ll be naked the whole day, that’s my gift, so that you can beat off as many times you want, and I mean it, Oleg, so please masturbate as often as you want for I’ll never get angry at you or be embarrassed. And now Oleg, one more thing. Since I’m gonna be buck naked the whole day, why don’t you do the same?

-You really want me to be naked, Kostyantyn?

-We’ll be a loving naked father next to his loving naked son, and thus we’ll spend the whole day. So please strip comfortably and sit next to me on the couch.

But he came for the first time that day. A bit red, he started to strip and I started to praise his sexy young body, cause I saw that it was a real need for him to be told sexual compliments and it was easy. His body is spectacular and today I’d do anything for my son.

Once totally nude, he sat on the couch with me and I started to touch him and invited him to do the same to me. I still had not cum.

But before he could even remotely guess my next step, I had already done it. Oleg’s dick was actually in my mouth and I was sucking it!

-Oh Kostyantyn, please, this ain’t necessary, please stop.

-My gift today was not only allowing you to again see me jacking off naked, Oleg. You certainly need me and you told me you’re a virgin. Well, I will make you lose your virginity today.

-But dad, you’re heterosexual, you shouldn’t…

But I kept on sucking eagerly my son’s cock, slowly first, but soon gaining speed.

-I guess I wouldn’t be enjoying a different boy’s cock, Oleg, but I’m certainly relishing your taste, cause I love you so much and you’re so sexy, believe me -I was now frantically moving my tongue in circles around his tasty glans- that I’d even like to repeat. Of course you will find a hot boy one day, but in the meantime here you have Kostyantyn to drive you crazy, so believe me, this is only the first one, but there’ll be many more.

-Kostyantyn, withdraw your mouth, I’m cumming!

But of course I wanted to taste my son’s essence and I drank all his semen in real fun.

-Glad I’ve done it, Oleg. This is just the beginning of a day I want really hot for you.

After hours of ghosting, bad timing, and “maybe laters,” wasn’t it obvious the universe didn’t want me getting laid tonight?

Still, I had to squeeze the lemon for its last drops—or was it twisting a dry cloth, I forget—to get some action.

That final drop turned out to be one last act of desperation: a glory hole at the edge of the night.

If I wasn’t going to get fucked, I might as well put my penis in a hole—into the vacuum of the void—to get some sexual satisfaction out of it. It would be quite a sensorial experience. With my sight reduced, all other senses would light up, especially my brain, interpreting and deducing every smell, sound, and sensation.

A confirming text and a door buzz later, I entered a building, pressed a switch on the wall, which then lit up all the lights, guiding me up the staircase to the fourth floor. There were no numbers on the floors, which made me wonder if I’d missed one. Finally, an open door was the sign that I had reached the fourth floor. I took off my shoes outside and placed them next to another pair, slightly larger than mine, then walked into the dimmed apartment. 

I closed the door and found myself face to face with a large sitting Buddha statue. With a Buddha greeting me, getting killed was out of the question—right? As I walked a few steps through a clean, almost empty corridor, I got a whiff of faint incense and the low sound of spa music coming from another room. Cozy.

I stopped at the coat rack. Next to it, a black curtain draped a doorframe, and in the middle—at about waist height—was a hole: the intended glory hole. I took off my jacket, and then I heard, “Hallo… Welcome.” The voice had a distinct German accent, but there was a raspiness to it. It sounded older than the 37-year-old described on Grindr.

As I placed myself in front of the curtain, the smell of an old man overtook me. He’s not 37—he’s probably 67!

“What’s your name?” the raspy voice said from behind the curtain.

“Reggie. And yours?”

“Tom. Nice to meet you.”

I hesitated a bit, then said, “Likewise.” Oh, what the heck—might as well go with this. I’m here now, and a mouth is a mouth.

I positioned myself and flipped out my cock. I could feel his breathing from the other side — he was clearly waiting on his knees. As I placed my limp appendage through the hole, his eager mouth was on me, and my body was pulled forward. He went straight to work.

My mind was still loud—wondering if I’d been tricked, questioning what he looked like, and trying to let go. I took deep breaths. I couldn’t get hard, but he kept swirling my cock around in his mouth. It felt good, but I also felt cheated.

His hand reached out from a side opening and went to my pants, indicating I should bring them down, which I did—but not before taking my poppers from my pocket. I glanced at his hand, somewhat visible in the dark, to see if it looked old. It had veins, but mine also had veins. That’s no sign of age.

While he sucked, I heard his deep nasal breathing — paired with spa music, curling incense, and wandering hands. Maybe he was a massage therapist.

“Oh yes,” I heard him say as my dick hardened. “Oh yes, yes,” as if he had discovered gold. “Nice cock. I love it.”

There was something alluring about his voice, but it brought me back to questioning his identity. Stop being a detective, Reggie! The point of a glory hole is to leave questions out. To not know.

“Mmm, I love sucking your cock.”

Stop talking, old dude pretending to be young.

I lost my erection again. He kept going. I closed my eyes. My mind drifted to Luke—the sweet boy who was worshipping my cock not even a week ago. Suddenly, I was aroused again. The man’s breathing changed, as if my erection had sent a shock wave through his body, translating into choppy inhalations.

Please don’t talk. Let me dwell on Luke. It’s not the same techniques, but I can imagine an older Luke changing his ways. Why am I thinking of an older Luke?

I opened the poppers quickly and breathed in the toxic fumes as the man’s hand came out again, now scanning my chest upward to my nipple. Oh shoot—hit or miss. I’ll either get turned on or tickled. Oh shit—I’m getting tickled.

I almost burst into laughter but instead squirmed. I inhaled a hit, hoping the high would switch the tickling into excitement. It didn’t. But my body gave him the hint that it wasn’t working, so his hand drifted down and back through the crack that separated the sheet from the door frame.

A longer hit put me in hyper-focus mode. My erection was growing; my face flushed from the fumes. I was able to stay focused on the sensation, and nothing else.

Come. Surprise me. Let go, a voice in my head whispered.

“Stop,” I suddenly said.

He stopped.

“Poppers—can I have some?” he asked, his voice raspier than before.

Was he a smoker? Do smokers have Buddha statues and spa music playing? Are they wholesome? I then wondered if too much cock-sucking had injured his vocal cords.

I passed him the poppers. He sniffed, then coughed—not once, but several times. He wouldn’t stop coughing. His hand reached out with the poppers. I took them.

He kept coughing—not intensely enough to worry me, but enough to make me wonder again: Was he an old, chain-smoking fart? If he’s lying about his age, what else could he be lying about?

Maybe the clean corridor with the Buddha statue, the incense, and the spa music was just a front—an illusionary device to lure men into his trap, his web of lies.

A deep grunt pulled me back into the moment. I didn’t want to ask if he was okay. I no longer wanted to hear him talk. I only wanted him to be a mouth that sucked through a hole—a hole in a hole.

Let’s stay in the illusion. That’s the point of a glory hole, wasn’t it? A mysterious, but sensual interaction between mouth and cock. That’s all it is. That’s all it should be.

The coughing ceased. Good.

And then the sucking began. I imagined Luke again—not this Tom—and my cock slowly thickened. I went back to the bottle again and again, knowing it would make me hone in on the sensations, and it worked. I got hard—fuller, more focused than before.

He continued with his mouth, adding only the occasional touch. The harder I got, the more determined he was. I was getting pulled into the sheet, as if I were being drawn through a portal towards a blissful nothingness.

I felt the cum rising, making its way out of my cock. I wanted to say stop again, but it was too late. My mouth opened as I clenched up. He knew I was coming, so he pulled me in further to seize my whole cock in his mouth, to feel my cum deep in his throat.

And he did, like it was owed to him.

Luke. Tom. It didn’t matter in that moment. A few moments of bliss, and then suddenly I was back in the room—vulnerable, ticklish, twitching, giggling. He stayed locked on, like a creature of the night, trying to drain every last drop.

I had to pull out, laughing softly. A couple of exhales later I said, “Thank you.”

From the other side came a satisfied “Hmm,” soft and smug.

“Shame, you didn’t get to try my ass,” he said.

“Sorry,” I replied, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Was I good?”

“Yes, of course,” I said.

“Good,” he answered, followed by a pause.

I pulled my jogging pants up.

“How old are you, Reggie?”

“Thirty-five.”

I didn’t want to ask his age. The gig was up. I wanted to stay in the illusion. So I dressed quickly.

Please stay behind the curtain. Don’t ruin this moment.

“Where are you from?”

“Canada.”

“So you’re just traveling?”

“Yes.”

“This means we won’t be seeing each other again.”

I eased into his voice. It made me smile. It oozed confidence. He sounded like someone who’d lived a long, full life. A full mouth too, no doubt—seasoned, sure of itself.

I felt strangely comfortable with the idea of an old wise man. I used to write men like him off — too old, too much. And yet, there I was, melting into his confidence. I didn’t linger to find out.

“Have a good night, Reggie,” his raspy voice said with a faint whisper.

“Good night, Luke—I mean, Tom.”

I kept smiling. As I walked out, I put on my shoes in the dark and walked down the stairs. I heard his door lock behind me. I kept descending those never-ending stairs, as if I were coming out of a psychedelic dreamland—from the webs of tantalizing deception, from the cave of a voodoo man who entranced me with his mouth for a brief moment.

On a lazy summer afternoon nothing is better than get together with a bro and fuck your holes with a double-headed dildo. At least Andrea and I couldn’t get enough of it. We were in his bed, on all fours in an ass-to-ass position, and tried to move at the same rhythm.

„Let’s turn around, bro, I’m close to cum”, he said and we did.

We were lying on our backs, and the huge dildo completely vanished in our holes. We bated like crazy with deep eye contact. His handsome, bearded face was transformed by desire, and we both went like animals closer and closer to orgasm.

„Let’s cum, bro, here we go!”, and he came all over his torso and face – and just a second later I did the same.

A few minutes later, we shared a cigarette – still covered in cum.

„Happy birthday, Dan,” he said, kissing my cheek. Yep, I just turned 40.

Andrea was my fuck bro. My porn twin. This is how I thought of him. We met on a quiet night in a fetish bar in my hometown, Cologne, a few years back, and we immediately bonded. We were both bottoms hungry for some cocks, but instead of becoming rivals we hunted tops together that night and shared them. We became friends and met a couple of times a year. He was Italian and lived in the suburbs of Milan in a lovely house with a lush garden. This is where we were now; I visited him a few days after my 40th.

We even looked similar, same age, bearded, beefy, muscle guys with tattoos. And the fact that we were both bottoms made our friendship even sexier. I was more of a shy guy before, and Andrea was more of an extrovert and that helped me a lot to become the shamless slut I always wanted to be. In Cologne, I had a super hot husband who was completely okay with my little flings and erotic friendships.

„So what is it like to be 40, Dan?” he asked teasingly.

„Mmmm… I’m afraid now I’ll be too old for the young people and too young for the old people.”

„Or the other way around. This will be the age when you can click with everybody. Did your husband get you something nice?”

„Oh yeah, nice dinner, a cool book…”

„Boring. I’m gonna get you something more risque!”

„You don’t have to!”

„No, I want to! In fact, you’re gonna get it tonight.”

„Oh my god, what it is?”

„No idea, you tell me.”

„What?”

„We will make some of your dirty fantasies come true. Something you always wanted secretly, but you never dared to try. What is it?”

„Well… I mean, when we’ve just mentioned this thing about old people and young people…”

„Yes?”

„I have a fantasy that I jerk off to recently. And in this fantasy, I have sex with someone who is very young and someone who’s well… pretty old.”

I must have looked a bit embarrassed, even if I was in the best company. But nothing would be awkward for Andrea.

„A twink and a grandpa! Love it! Both of them are tops, I guess.”

„Oh yeah. So that’s it. But it’s not something you will order via Wolt, right?”

Andrea gave me a dirty smile.

„I actually know a super hot grandpa around. He fucked me a couple of times. Nice guy.”

He reached for his phone, looking for a picture, and then showed one to me. It was a naked photo of a man in his late sixties, bald and tanned. He still had a great beefy body, mostly smooth. I could tell that he used to lift heavy weights.

„His name is Massimo. Great fucker. I’m texting him right now. And about our young stud, what if I find you someone on Grindr? Someone you’ll probably find sexy, but I’m gonna pick him. You cannot see him until he gets here.”

I was so much into this that I had an erection five minutes after our orgasm.

I watched Andrea texting on his phone, getting apparently very excited about this birthday present. He looked at me.

„Okay, I’ve found a hunk, he’s 21. Turn around I’ll send him a picture of your ass.”

At this point, I couldn’t care less about sending nudes to strangers, I unashamedly posed with my ass in the air, my legs slightly spread and my hole exposed. Andrea took plenty of photos of me.

„I’ll send them to him and Granpa Massimo. And asked them to come on over in an hour.”

We spent this hour waiting in his garden completely naked. It was a small paradise far from the public eye, well-guarded by lush plants around the fences. In the middle was a hot pot; I could imagine that Andrea had already had some X-rated private party there.

We were completely naked, enjoying the late afternoon sun and some beers from the cooler bag. I must admit I was already a bit tipsy. I even lost my sense of time a bit.

„Fuck, Andrea, they’ll be here in a minute.”

„Don’t worry, Dan, they’re both Italians. An hour is never sixty minutes.”

„Huh, ok. I can’t believe we are doing this.”

„You are doing this. This is your night, your fantasy. You won’t share these dicks with me. The only hole they’re gonna fuck is yours. I insist. But I will always be here with you, making sure that you have the perfect birthday party.”

 „Bro, you are the best. Seriously, I’m touched.”

„So tell me, what do you want to wear when they arrive?”

„I dunno. Maybe my shorts and tank top.”

„Boring.”

„Ok, so shall I stay butt naked?”

„You could do that. But you know me. I always want to spice things up a bit.”

„Jockstraps?”

„Or thongs.”

„I never wore thongs. I don’t have any.”

„I can lend you some.”

„I don’t even know if it won’t look ridiculous.”

„Oh, shut up, you’re gonna be fucking hot. I can lend you some,” he went into the house.

In a minute, he came back wearing some shorts and gave me a black thong. I put it on, and it felt amazing. I never felt this sensation before – I was not naked, but still almost totally exposed.

„Bro. You are pure porn”, he said and slapped my ass playfully.

And the doorbell rang. It must be one of them. Andrea went inside to let them in.

I was left alone. I looked at my reflection in the glass door and I looked fucking hot. My own image, my naked body in the thong, boosted my self-confidence. I did look like pure porn. So let’s do some pure porn.

Andrea returned with an older man. He must have been Massimo. He was in his late sixties but looked hotter than in his picture. He was bald, very tanned, and had a short white beard. He gave me a friendly smile, and I scanned my body.

Andrea introduced us; he also served as a translator because Massimo apparently didn’t speak English, and my Italian was less than poor. But I couldn’t really pay attention because suddenly, I was aware that I was facing this sexy grandpa, and I had only a black thong on.

Massimo stepped up to me, grabbed me, and slowly kissed me. Well, I was sure he was the oldest man I had ever kissed, but boy, he knew how to kiss. I closed my eyes and was utterly lost in the moment. I touched his chest through his shirt – still firm and beefy, and his hands discovered my butt.

Andrea left us to get him some beer from the cooler bag, so it was only the two of us, strangers passionately kissing in the garden.

I must admit I always loved the feeling when a man really liked me, when I could turn into a masculine slut whose only desire was to please and tease. And Massimo was the perfect fit. He stepped back and admired my face, my torso. He touched my cheeks, ran his fingers through me, and even played a bit with my very erect nipples. God, if I could expand this moment. And that was only the beginning.

The doorbell rang again. Andrea left us alone to open the door.

I turned around and pushed my ass to Massimo’s crouch to feel his cock. And it was rock hard. He hugged me from behind, played with my round pecs, and kissed my neck.

Andrea came back. This time, his guest was a very young guy, not much more than twenty. God, what a stud. He wore only some shorts and a loose tank top, but I could tell immediately that he belonged to a generation that started going to the gym early. And his face was gorgeous, too: big brown eyes, light brown hair, very boyish, still full of testosterone. He must have been a bit lost because he was obviously the least experienced with scenes like that, but he tried to cover it with some devil-may-care macho attitude, which made him even sweeter.                 

Andrea introduced him, his name was Luca.

With Massimo, there was mutual attraction immediately; with Luca, it was way more complicated to tell if he liked this party at all. But he didn’t leave, so that must have been a sign.

Andrea suggested that we move to the jacuzzi to break the ice. He was the first to get in, and I followed him and sat down opposite him. The two of us curiously watched the two guests. Massimo was not shy at all, he took all of his clothes of in a second, revealing his moderately sized dick, and jumped in the jacuzzi by my right side.

Luca was a bit shy to strip; he kept his briefs on and slowly walked to us. The three of us in the water marveled at his smooth, tanned body, six-pack, and sizable bulge. He sat down on my left.

I smiled at him, and slowly, he smiled back. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he kissed me back. Oh god, this guy was half my age—and what a beauty. I couldn’t get enough of him. As we kissed, I felt Massimo was behind me; his hands were all over me.   

I wanted more than anything to see these two kissing. So I kissed Massimo for a bit, and let Luca watch us. And touched their heads and slightly pushed them to each other. I could tell Luca was a bit unsure, but Massimo was very patient and slow, and Luca gave in. He let Massimo kiss him.

I watched them and knew that this was a moment I would forever remember. This image were be something I would think of when I jerk off and need to think of something that immediatley would make me cum.

I had to join them. The three of us kissed there for a few minutes, savouring every second of it.

I looked at Andrea and realized that he was alone on the other side of the jacuzzi, filming us with his phone.

„It’s for you as a souvenir. Don’t worry, I asked their permission.”

And somehow the fact that the three of us were recorded made it even hotter.

Massimo suddenly stood up, and his beutiful hard dick was facing me. I knew what he wanted, and he didn’t have to ask. I grabbed his dick and started to suck it rhytmically. His precum tasted amazing. I tried to perform the perfect blow job for the camera, but I also wanted to keep eye contact with Luca. He just sat back and watched us as he played with his gorgeous nipples.

Massimo hold my head and started to fuck my face, and Luca seemed to like it a lot. He was no longer shy; he stood up in the jacuzzi. His huge dick was throbbing in his wet underwear. He got rid of it quickly exposing the most impressive cock I ever saw.

It was an extra-large dong, completely shaved like the rest of his body. He grabbed his cock and he slapped my face with it, as Massimo was still heavily face fucking me.

I looked up to these two divine guys. One is so young, so pure, so smooth, and the other is mature and experienced, yet still so hot. Massimo was not greedy, he stopped fucking my mouth and let me taste Luca’s dick. I slowly kissed its head as I looked into the camera. I started to suck losing all the controll. I kept changing the cocks in my mouth completely mesmerized by threir perfection.

I was gagging on Luca’s dick when I realised that Massimo went behind me and grabbed my hip as if he wated to get an access to my ass. So this was act one I thought, this was the perfect foreplay, but now it’s the middle section when I get fucked hopefully by both, old and young.

I stopped sucking to get rid of the thong. Now my man-pussy was fully exposed to Massimo. I secretly wished he would rim me a bit before the main attraction. And as if he red my mind, he sat down in the jazuzzi and burried his face in my asscheeks. We were both moaning from pleasure, but I didn’t want to leave Luca alone, so I want back sucking his cock as Massimo ate my ass. Luca must have liked this because he started to fuck my face in a frentic tempo for a while, but than he must have got envy. He turned around and revelaed the perfect bubble butt.

I knew he wanted me to eat his ass, just as Massimo rimmed mine. I obeyed. I wanted to taste the smooth, pink, tight hole of this alpha stud so badly. That was pure ecstasy. I even forgot that Andrea was filming us.

I reached that point when I wanted a dick in me so badly that it wouldn’t even matter whose dick it is. Massimo must have read the sings well, he stopped rimming and pushed his dick in me. Since I already fucked myself before with the double dildo I didn’t need any time – he was inside me effortlesly. The sensation of my man-pussy filled with a real dad cock was incomperable.

Luca changed position, he turned around and pushed his cock into my mouth without any hesitation. I was a pig on a stick. One dick in my ass – one dick in my mouth. I didn’t have to do anything, just let them fuck me from both direction. It was heaven.

Luca said something in Italian to Massimo, who stopped the breeding. He probably told him to change position. I was right. Luca was behind me in a second, and I was facing Massimo’s dong. This was a new level. This fucking 20 years old macho didn’t hesitate. He pushed his giant dick inside me. It was the most enormous cock I ever had in me. Massimo’s middle-sized cock was a great fit to my mouth, I could take it balls deep. 

So here I was, getting fucked from both side by two ultimate tops; one of them could be my son, the other one is older than my father. And this was the original fantasy that I, in the middle, submit myself to the beginning and the end.  Luca was the alpha, Massimo the omega. But most of all we became three animals fucking outside.

I knew there could be one final thing to reach the top of my bottoming career, so I asked Andrea for help.

„Please, tell them I want to get fucked by both at the same time.”

„Oh, wow, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

„I am, I am. I want it badly. I beg of you, bro, tell them.”

And he did. It took them a second to understand it. And we needed a new position. So we left the Jacuzzi area behind. Massimo lay down on the soft grass on his back, and I sat on his dick. I leaned forward, he hugged me, and we kissed with a passionate desperation. And my hole with his cock in it was fully exposed to Luca and Andrea.

Luca was behind me, he jerked his cock for a while, and than finally he steped behind me and went on his kneel.

Andrea gave him instructions in Italian, and he must have told him to slow down a bit. I already had one cock in my hole and I felt this other one pushing in.

God, that was hard. But both of them were very careful, and Luca could push more and more of his young beautiful dick inside me. And I felt that it was fully in.

I started to move very slowly; I felt the best way to keep them in was if I was the one to dictate the tempo. I couldn’t believe it. I did it. I managed to bottom for both of them at the same time. I couldn’t wait to see this on video.

My hole was stretched and filled like never before. Two cock. And I fucked them. I stimulate them by moving my pussy back and forth. A beutiful young cock. A beutiful old cock. I needed both of them cum inside of me. I needed their cum immediately and urgently.

I wanted them to cum and they wanted it to, the three of us were moaning, it was entirely animal noise.

And then I felt it. My hole was filled with warm cum. It was Massimo first, but a second later, another load – Luca’s.

And then we needed a minute. We changed position. I was laying on the soft grass on my back with a massive erection and an urgent desire to cum.

I looked at Andrea; he gave me a dirty smile.

„Now I am going to eat all that cum out of your pussy, bro.”, he said, and burry his head between my asscheeks.

Luca was lying by my right side, Massimo on the left. They kissed me from both sides, their hands were all over my torso, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples.

I masturbated while I was utterly lost in their kisses. Luca. Massimo. And their cum was dripping out of my asshole and Andrea sucked it out as it were the most precious nectar.

I grabbed the heads of my tops and pushed them together, forcing them to kiss.

And Luca and Massimo kissed one inch from me as I pushed all their cum out of my hole.

This kiss made me cum so hard that my full load went on their faces, and they kept on kissing licking the cum from each other’s face. I joined the kiss to enjoy the taste.

I hardly remember anything else. I was so exhausted I couldn’t move from the grass. Both of them cleaned themselves, dressed up, and left.

A few minutes later, Andrea and I shared a cigarette and watched the sunset from his jacuzzi. I was so satisfied like never before. I smiled at him and said:

„Bro, this was the best birthday present ever.”