He stepped into the courtyard like a vision conjured from heat and longing.

Every breath in the room stilled.

His salwar pants hung low on his hips, the soft, fine fabric swaying with each silent footfall. The loose folds did little to hide the sharp lines of his body—the narrow waist, the long, powerful legs, the way every step made the muscles in his thighs flex beneath the silk like water over stone.

Above the waist, he wore nothing.

And what a sight his body was—carved, almost unnaturally so. Not the heavy, brutish muscle of a warrior, but something sculpted, honed—made to be looked at, touched, worshipped. His abdomen was tight and defined, each ridge of his core marked like brushstrokes on golden bronze. His chest rose and fell with steady calm, smooth, firm, a plane of sun-burnished flesh broken only by the subtle rise of his collarbones and the perfect slope of his shoulders.

His arms, long and lean, hinted at strength without a hint of effort. When he moved, his forearms flexed, sinew and vein catching the light, drawing the eye like silk pulled taut across muscle. His hands—those hands—were large, elegant, capable. I imagined them pressing into skin, curling in hair, closing around throats in dominance or desire. Perhaps both.

His skin was a wonder—deep gold, glowing with the warmth of desert sun. It wasn’t pale, wasn’t smooth in that polished, soft way of nobility. No. His skin was alive, like it held stories, heat, power. It shimmered faintly with sweat, a sheen that made every curve of him more unbearable to look at. And impossible to look away from.

But it was his face—his face—that undid me.

High cheekbones, cut with shadow. A jawline so sharp it might draw blood. Lips full and devastating, their natural curve hinting at sin even when expressionless. And his eyes—gods—hazel, but not soft. No, these were piercing, burning. Amber fire rimmed in forest green, eyes that didn’t glance—they struck. When they passed over me, I felt seen, filleted open, consumed.

His hair was a dark, unruly crown, thick and tousled, as though even it refused to be tamed. Loose strands fell across his brow, brushing those deep, expressive brows—arched just slightly, knowingly. He pushed it back with one casual sweep of his hand, revealing the full, exquisite architecture of his face, as if giving us all the privilege of it was a mercy.

He moved like poetry. Like seduction wrapped in flesh and gold. Like he knew every soul watching would ache long after he passed.

And I—I was ruined by him.

Every inch of that body had been designed, not by nature, but by desire itself. And in that moment, I didn’t want his attention, his words, his touch.

I wanted to kneel before the beauty of him.

To worship what I could never possess.

I’m Jayden, but you can call me Jay, the fuckin’ alpha who owns every ass in my messed-up family. At 24, I’m a goddamn beast—short, ripped, and packing a 9-inch monster cock that’s thick, veiny, and darker than sin. My Asian blood, straight from my slut of a mother and my useless dad, gave me this tool, and I’ve used it to break every man in my orbit. I’m always horny, leaking pre-cum like a busted faucet, shooting loads that could drown a bitch, and I can fuck for hours, multi-orgasmic as hell. My life’s a PhD grind by day, but by night, I’m railing my live-in slut—a former big-shot businessman I fucked into submission—who cleans my place, pays my bills, and begs for my cock as a reward. But you wanna hear how I turned my family into my personal cumdumps, so let’s dive into the nasty details.

My mom was a whore, plain and simple. Her Asian pussy couldn’t stay shut, and I got her genes—my cock’s always itching for a tight hole, especially muscled male ass. She married Dave, a white guy with a decent dick but not enough to keep her. They popped out Leroy, my half-brother, before she ditched Dave, pissed off her parents for going white, and hooked up with my dad, full Chinese like her. That’s where I came from, pure Asian fire. But she wasn’t done—left my dad, snagged Lucas, who came with his own kid, Elias, older than me. She’s out of the picture now, ditched Lucas when I hit college, but I stayed. Why? I was fucking her husband harder than she ever could. Her sex genes are my blessing, though—horned up 24/7, built like a tank thanks to Lucas and his brother Logan, and a cock that shames every white and black dude I meet.

Funny thing, all sides of my family got along before I started pounding their holes. Dave and Lucas treated me like their own, doted on me like I was their damn prince. Leroy was my brother from day one, and even now, with my cock buried in his ass, we’re tight—him as my loyal bitch. Elias was a prick, hated sharing space with me, but I broke him into my cockslut. Logan, Lucas’s brother, was distant until I started lifting at his gym, and now his pussy’s mine too. They’re all my sluts now, and I’m the alpha running this fucked-up show.

Leroy was the first to taste my dominance. When I was a teenager, staying at Dave’s place, he got me into boxing and wrestling with Leroy, who’s two years older. Afternoons at their house were a sweaty blur of grappling in our shared room. Even at being a teenager, my body was hardening, and I’d pin Leroy’s ass to the floor, my cock throbbing like a fucking jackhammer. One day, after dropping him hard, I was rock-solid, and I made him jerk me off. His hands shook, but he did it. By next year, I was fucking his tight ass raw in our bedroom, his moans muffled by a pillow. He wasn’t my first fuck, but he was my first family conquest. Every night I stayed over, I’d rail him—especially after training, when we’d glove up, spar until I knocked him down, and then I’d fuck his mouth and ass with my gloves still on. The gym we trained at? We fucked there too, my cock slamming into him, echoing off the walls, my pre-cum churning his guts into a sloppy mess. Leroy’s got an 8-inch cock, not quite my 9-inch hog, but we’re the “Asian Demolishers” when we tag-team other bitches. Alone, though, he’s my cumdump, whimpering under me. Now 27, with a girlfriend he fucks senseless, he’s an accountant, but every week, we meet, spar, and I pound him until he’s a drooling wreck. Sometimes we spit-roast Elias, making that slut scream.

Elias, or “Hole” as I call him, was next. When Mom married Lucas, I was pretty young, he was too, and he was a territorial asshole. Hated sharing his dad with some “kid.” I was just as bad, my alpha streak already raging. We fought like dogs—fists, not just words—over stupid shit like space or attention. He won early on, but by teenage, puberty hit me like a truck. I was stronger, meaner. One night, after I “accidentally” smashed his phone, we took it to a park. I beat the shit out of him—blood, bruises, the works. While he was down, I whipped out my cock, slapped it across his face, and forced it down his throat. He gagged, fought, but I owned him. That night broke him. We still fought, but every brawl ended with him choking on my dick in our rooms. By next year, I was fucking his ass, turning it into a sloppy cunt. A 20-year-old couldn’t stop a teen me from claiming his holes. He joined the army after high school, but every time he’s off duty, he crawls to me, begging for my cock to wreck his needy pussy. Hole’s the biggest fag in the family—his army buddies don’t know why I call him that, but the ones I’ve fucked get it. His military training lets him take my hardest poundings, and I love fucking him until he’s a twitching, cum-filled mess

Dave got it in 10th grade. He took me and Leroy camping, us in one cabin, him in another. After fucking Leroy senseless all night, I stepped out with a raging morning hard-on, still slick from Leroy’s ass. Dave saw it, his jaw hitting the fucking ground. That look? I knew he was mine. Sunday, I got him to suck my cock behind a tree, his lips trembling around my shaft. Monday, I made him clean his ass out with water, then fucked him against that same tree while Leroy was passed out, fucked stupid in our cabin. That night, I railed Leroy until he blacked out, then snuck to Dave’s cabin and mounted him like a bitch. Had to gag his muscled ass—he was moaning like a whore, but I broke him, balls-deep, his hole clenching my cock like a vice. After that, every visit was a fuck-fest, splitting my cock between Leroy’s and Dave’s holes. One night in 11th grade, I was done sneaking between rooms, so I made them lie side by side on Dave’s bed, taking turns pounding their asses until they were both whimpering wrecks. Dave’s an assistant coach at our gym, and nothing beats fucking his wet, muscled cunt in the ring where he trains, his moans bouncing off the walls.

Lucas and Logan fell in my senior year, days apart. They run a gym together, and Lucas got me and Elias into weight training. Elias hated me even more because Lucas gave me so much attention, spotting me, praising my gains. By senior year, I’d fucked enough guys to spot a slut’s hunger, and Lucas—big, muscled, intimidating—was staring at my bulge like a starving dog. One day, spotting me on the bench press, I twitched my cock in my shorts. His eyes locked on it, unable to look away. When I spotted him, I let my dick hang out of my jock, dangling in my shorts. He couldn’t focus, his reps shaky. I dripped sweat on him, and the fucker licked it up. That night, in his bedroom, fresh from fucking Elias, I let him worship my sweaty, pumped body. He was ravenous, scared, but hooked, sucking my cock while I locked his neck in my thighs. Days later, I bent him over his gym office desk, turning his massive frame into a squealing, cum-soaked mess. His hole took my cock like it was made for it.

Logan cam next, probably because Lucas spilled the beans. He’s bi, but when he cornered me at the gym, begging for the same treatment, I didn’t hold back. I tossed his muscled ass around, choked him until his eyes rolled, and while he clawed weakly at my body, I rammed my cock down his throat, then flipped him, pinned him with my foot, and wrecked his tight cunt. He was prepped, stretched, like he knew I was coming. Logan and Elias can take my hardest fucks, but Logan loves the abuse—choking, slapping, manhandling. I still fuck them both, sometimes together, watching my stepdad and uncle make out while I turn their holes into puffy, aching messes. By the end, they’re flushed, eyes rolled back, barely twitching on the bed, my cum dripping from their ruined cunts.

Now, at 24, I’m the alpha of this fucked-up family. I’m the shortest, but I’m the strongest, built like a goddamn tank. We’ve had orgies—Leroy’s even fucked Dave, learning from me how to break men. Hole’s the neediest, always craving cock, his army ass begging for my loads. They’re my sluts, my fags, and I rule them all. But there’s one guy left I haven’t claimed—my biological dad. He’s been out of my life, a ghost, but I tracked him down last month. Saw him at a bar, older, muscled, still got that Asian fire in his eyes. My cock twitched just looking at him. I’m planning my move—gonna corner him, make him choke on my monster cock, then fuck his tight ass until he’s my bitch too. The thought of owning my own dad, turning him into another cum-soaked slut, has me leaking pre-cum like a faucet. It’s only a matter of time. And I’m mean it’s necessary now cause I want to be called the alpha of the family, I must fuck all the males in my family.

Hi, I’m Baz, 19, 5’10”, slim, blond, with a 6.5″ uncut cock. My elder brother, Chris, is a little taller, with a stubbly beard. I hadn’t seen his dick since we were kids. We have two cousins who live close, Mike, 22, who is a little chubby, and his brother, Nick, at 24, the oldest of us. We’ve knocked around with them all our lives. 

One weekend, we were at a loose end, lovely weather, but not much money to do anything. Sitting around the kitchen table, Chris suggested we went fishing. We hadn’t done it since we were kids, but with few other options, we thought it would be a cool way to kill a few hours and soak up some rays. Chris went up into the loft, and after scrambling around for ten minutes, started handing down a load of gear. We piled it into his car and set off, stopping for bait and beer on the way. 

Eventually, we came to a stretch of river, we hadn’t visited in years. With beer and sandwiches in a backpack, we wandered along until we found a good spot, deserted, with only the sound of the birds. We divided the kit up and set ourselves up along the bank.

As the sun rose, the temperature crept into the high 20s. Tops, then shorts came off as we fished in our underwear. As far as I new, I was straight, but, maybe it was the sun, or the beer, but my eyes kept drifting to the other guys. Mike announced that he needed to take a piss, and with that, he stood up and peed into the river. “Ah, fuck, I can’t be doing with these”, and he chucked his boxers with the rest of his clothes and stood there boldly showing off his cuddly body. A thin coating of chest hair ran down to a thick bush, the sun glistening off the sweat. His brother followed suit, pissing into the river and stripping bollock naked. I couldn’t help but stare at his fat penis as he shook off the last drips. Then Chris thought it would be funny if he pissed over me, and unleashed a torrent, from my face to my briefs. I felt humiliated, but turned on. I peeled off my dripping underwear, but couldn’t hide my semi. “Hey look guys, Baz has got a boner”, roared Mike. I blushed, but only got harder. 

To take my mind off it, I picked up my rod and cast the line, but my dick had other ideas. Chris hauled me to the ground, and shocked everyone by sucking my cock. I should have fought him off, but the feel of his tongue swirling around the tip left me moaning with pleasure. He gently peeled back the foreskin, exposing the sensitive head. Mike and Nick stood either side of me, gently masturbating. I hadn’t wanked that morning, so knew I wouldn’t last. I tried to warn my brother, but he upped the pace until I exploded in his mouth. The three of them knelt beside me, and within minutes, my body was shimmering with semen. They laughed, picked me up, and threw me in the river.

We settled down again. The chances of catching anything now hopeless, so we had another beer and laid back on the grass sunbathing. By mid-afternoon, with the sun and beer, I was drifting off, listening to the blackbirds and skylarks, when I was rudely brought to my senses by the other guys pissing over me again, even firing into my mouth. I called them cunts, but it made no difference. Then, they turned me over. I thought they were going to wank over me again, but Nick pulled my cheeks apart and began licking my ring. I’d never had a sensation like it. Then, he pulled my butt up and I felt his knob on my hole. “Please don’t hurt me”, I pleaded, but he pushed in, sending a searing pain through my body. I screamed. He held my hips and began rocking in and out. The pain subsided and it began to feel quite nice. He increased the length and speed of stroke, urged on by the others. My own cock started dripping. He slammed into me, then held still as  I lost my virginity. Within seconds, Mike took over, sliding in on my now wet man-cunt. He spared no mercy, thrusting like fury and cumming with a roar. It was left to my brother, Chris, to show some compassion. He rolled me onto my back and fucked me gently missionary, even kissing me, assuring me he loved me. I stroked myself as he pumped harder. By the time he was emptying his balls. I was firing ribbons of cum high into the air. Nick and Mike knelt and kissed me, thanking me for being a good sport (not that I had an option).

That was my initiation into gay sex. From then on, Chris and I would sneak into each other’s bedrooms, to kiss and cuddle. It always ended either with us giving one another head, or him fucking me. Now and again, we’d have the house to ourselves. Nick and Mike would come over and they’d take it in turns to fuck me, sometimes twice.

But the best times was when we went back to the river and re-enact that first time, from pissing over me, giving me head and tossing over me. We’d lie around until they could go again. Instead of fucking me one at a time, they’d keep swapping, and taking me in different ways. Sometimes I had a cock in both ends. They fucked  me for ages and giving me their dicks to feast on, until I could take no more, they bred me and my ass dripped with cum. 

One afternoon, they were all at our house. Mum had gone to see my gran, and Dad was down the pub with his mates. Nick and Mike had already fucked me, and Chris had just mounted me, when Dad and one of his mates walked in. To say he was shocked to see his sons copulating, was an understatement. Mike and Nick put their hands over themselves, but we had nowhere to go. “Fucking hell, boys, what are you playing at?”, Dad yelled. Chris pulled out of me, dick rapidly deflating, and blushed. Dad’s mate was rubbing himself. “Wanna have a go? Seems like everyone else is”. Dad asked him. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans. Laying on the floor, I straddled him. He may have been in his 50s, but he knew how to fuck. I leaned over to give him room to pump. That’s when I felt Chris’s dick slide in alongside. I was being double penetrated. Thank God for the cum already in me. They worked in harmony, working up quite a speed, and it wasn’t long before I was bred for a third and fourth time. I climbed off him, scooping cum from my hole and licking my fingers, Then Dad hauled me onto all fours and violated his son, banging into me, calling me a fucking filthy slut. I was passed caring and let him have his way. More semen inside me. I wondered how much more I could take. As it turned out, quite a lot more, as Nick and Mike were hard again, and I knew Chris would want to go again. Dad and his mate sat in armchairs and watched as Chris took me from behind on our sides. Precum was dribbling down my thigh as more spunk was pumped into me. Nick took over and Mike put his cock in my mouth. By the time I could relieve myself, I’d had eight loads inside me and another down my throat. The floor was a sticky mess as I staggered upstairs for a shower. I fished some old pants out of the laundry basket, as  knew I’d be leaking. Every time I farted, my pants became damper.       

I don’t know whether to stick with the family, or find myself a boyfriend, but all thoughts of being straight have been forgotten. I’m a slag for cock.           

The school year ended and I was coming home for the summer. My dad was finally getting out of federal prison after two years. Things were good. I just worried how my dad would react when he finds out my mom went to Cabo with her new boyfriend.

I woke up early to make sure I picked up my dad on time. I waited in the car and when he walked out my heart skipped a beat. I had visited my dad many times over the past two years. He was working out a lot but seeing him in his tight white undershirt I realized how much of a stud my father became.

I got out of the car and he gave me a big hug when we got close. I felt his firm muscles wrap around me. I saw him look around for my mom but didn’t say anything. We caught up on the way home and I told him I had the whole summer free to hang out. I asked him what he wanted to do.

“All I can think about is taking a long shower and drinking an ice cold beer while I do it.”

“Ha-ha, sounds good but we don’t have any beer at the house.” I tell him.

“What?” He shockingly asks.

“Yeah, we really don’t drink but I’ll drop you off and pick some beer up for you. Do you want anything else?”

“You are the best! Just the beer for now.” My dad smiles at me.

I rush to the store and pick up my dad’s favorite beer. I thought my dad would be waiting for me in his bedroom. He wasn’t in there but I heard the shower running. I head to the door with his beer in my hand. I knock but I don’t get an answer so I open the door a bit and shout out that I got his beer.

“Great! Well, bring it here!” My dad yells back from inside the shower. I walk into the bathroom and see my naked father. He turns and opens the shower door. He reaches his hand out for the beer. Water drips off his well defined muscles. My dad has abs, I don’t have abs.

My eyes go to his cock as I hand him his beer. His hanging cock is surrounded by a forest of dark curly pubes. My dad wasn’t a hairy man. He has some hair around his nipples and some around his belly button. So, I was surprised by how hairy his crotch was.

“You still like Sam Adams?” I ask when he grabs the beer.

“Oh, I would drink any beer you brought.” He takes a big swig. As he drinks his hand goes to his crotch. His fingers subconsciously run through his furry patch. I can’t look away.

“Cool.” I say stepping back.

“So where is your mom?” My dad asks moving the beer away from his mouth.

“Um…Cabo.” I say nervously.

“Fuck.” He says still running his hand through his pubes. “She is with that guy, right?”

“Yeah, his name is Dan, dad.”

“I don’t care what his name is.” My dad says taking another swig. I could count how many time I have seen my dad naked on one hand, including today. I think prison changed him. He is very comfortable being naked in front of someone. I guess I would too if I looked as good as him. “She is not spending your money on this trip is she?”

“No, dad. She is celebrating selling her first house.” I tell him.

“Fuck, I was hoping to get some alone time with her. But I guess this new guy is my new replacement.” He says pulling on his cock. I try not to look but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Sorry, dad. I thought she would be here, too.”

“Whatever, at least you are here.” He tells me and I feel my cock start to swell. I think I better leave. I head to the door and before I leave my dad says. “Hey, can you lend me your clippers. My pubes are so fucking long.” He says laughing.

“Sure, dad.”

“Oh, and bring me another beer.” He asks turning to get under the water again.

I put my hard cock behind my waistband and get him another beer from the refrigerator. Back in the bathroom I set the clippers on the counter. I notice my dad is covered in soap suds. He looks even hotter. He opens the shower door but doesn’t reach his hand out. So, I walk up to the shower door. He takes the beer and then quickly grabs my crotch.

“Thought so.” He says and turns his back to me.

I’m at a loss for words but I know I can’t just stand there. I run out of the bathroom and go to my room. I pace my room before I lay on my bed. It happens, boners happens. Sure, I got it looking at my dad. I never told my dad I was gay but I’m pretty sure he knew. Hopefully, my dad thought I was just looking at a hot body and my dick couldn’t control itself.

“Mark! Can you come here a second?” My dad shouts from the hall. I take a deep breath and leave my room. He isn’t in the hall so I head to his bedroom.

I walk into his room and see my dad standing by his bed. He is naked and drying his hair. His cock is so hard and pointing straight up. His erection is long and pulsating. He starts drying his hairy crotch and my boner is back in seconds.

He moves the towel from his dick and looks at me. “We learn about that look in prison.” He says pointing at me. “And your mother is gone and I need a sure thing. You are a sure thing, aren’t you?” He says walking up to me.

“Dad?” I ask frozen.

“It’s been two years; I’ve learned a thing or two about myself. I have been horny for days thinking about fucking your mom and you are just as pretty as she is.”

“Dad?” I say as I feel my dad’s hands on my shorts.

“I can see you are as hard as I am.” He tells me and then he is pulling down my shorts, freeing my aching cock.

My dad drops down to his knees and takes my cock into his mouth without a second thought. I moan. He is good, he knows what he is doing. I give in. I look down and watch my dad bobbing his head on my hard cock.

“Oh god dad!” I moan.

He pulls off and looks up at me with swollen lips. “You gonna help your daddy out?” He asks. I can’t form words so I just nod yes. “Good, you wanna suck my cock?” I make a moaning sound and he stands up. He goes and sits on the bed. He spreads his legs, inviting me in.

I pull off my shirt and kick my shorts out of the way. I get between his legs and grab his cock. I wrap my hand around him and breathe in his freshly cleaned manhood. This cock made me and I think about that as I lick along his length. His skin is soft and I feel the veiny ridges of his hard cock. My dad moans and it gives me more encouragement. I suck on the balls that carried me so long ago.

“Quit teasing me. I need your mouth on my dick.”

“Yes, sir!” I moan as I go for his cockhead. I suck on his bulbous head. His precum flavors my mouth.

I can feel my precum leaking onto the floor as I swallow my dad’s cock. He humps into my face causing me to gag. I love it. He is stuffing my face and I am taking it. My hands roam his body, I feel his firm pecs and hard nipples. His well defined six pack abs feel like stone. My hands go back to his cock. One hand plays with his large round hairy balls and my other hand starts stroking his throbbing shaft.

“Ok, I gotta have your ass. I need to cum in you.” My dad says pulling me off of him. 

“Um, dad…I gotta…I gotta clean myself.”

“Oh, fuck that, I need your ass now!” My dad tells me as he gets up and gets me to stand with him.     

I lay on the bed. My aching boner rests on my stomach. It pulsates, leaving a puddle of precum all around my naval. My dad comes back from the bathroom stroking his cock, coating it in lube. He comes to the bed and pulls my ass to the edge. He rubs his slimy hand along my ass crack. He pushes my legs towards my chest. I feel his cockhead rubbing around my entrance.

I hold onto my legs. He looks in my eyes as he pushes his cock into my rosebud. My tight ring opens up for him. I feel a little sting but my excitement gets me past it. He pushes his cock in, stretching my tight ass ring. He slowly slides in and I feel full and happy.

“Oh god!” I moan when I feel his pelvis and pubes press against my cheeks. His whole cock enters me in less than a minute.

He lets me get used to his invading cock. I bring my legs around him and try and push him deep into me. “Fuck, your ass is warm and tight. Better than your mom’s pussy. Oh, so soft and so smooth. Fuck boy!”

“Oh god dad!” I moan when I start to feel him move.

He is slow at first. Giving me long slow deep thrusts. As he gets faster my moans get louder. He likes it. He smiles at me as he fucks into my asshole. “Son, I gotta let loose, it has been too long.” My dad grunts moving my legs to his shoulders.

“It’s ok dad. I can take it.” I pant.

“God I love you son, always there for me. I’m not gonna last long.” He tells me as he drives his hard cock inside of me.

“I’m here for you dad, use me, use me over and over. Please!” I cry out.

“Yes! Yes!” My dad says as he leans into me. I stretch my legs to my sides as far as they can go. My dad grabs my shoulders and hammers his cock into my rosebud. His pounding causes the bed to shake, causes me to shake. I meet each of his thrusts. He is a wild animal in heat. I have never seen him like this. I love it. He is giving it to me good, opening and stretching me out like no other.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he says to me, leaning in so close we could kiss. I reach my hand between our pressed bodies. “You ready for daddies load?”

He pushes in deep and gives a loud grunt. I feel his hot dad batter. I scream as my release explodes between us. My dad’s load fills my guts as my cum spills between us. He gives small thrusts as he empties his balls.

He stays in me, his cock still hard. I can feel his big load leaking out. He leans in and kisses my forehead than my cheek. By my ear he asks if I can go another round. I nod yes wishing his lips were on mine. He pulls out and I feel empty.

My dad stands up and pulls me off of the bed. “Ride me. I wanna watch you take pleasure from my cock.”

“Yes sir.” I say as my dad gets on the bed. He holds up his dirty slimy cock and I quickly get into position. I lower down and his cock feels like home. I bounce up and down watching my dad lay on the bed. His arms are behind his head and his tight muscles flex as I ride him.   

I’m ready to cum in no time. I reach for my cock but my dad’s hand grabs my cock first. His strong rough hand sends shivers through my body. My dad fucks into me and I fuck into his fist. My orgasm is approaching, and I grab my erect nipples and pinch them. My body tightens up as my orgasm builds to its breaking point.

I cry out as my second orgasm courses through my body. My dad pushes into me and I watch his face as his second orgasm builds and releases inside of me. The look of ecstasy on his face, sends another mini orgasm through my body. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that look.

“Oh, thank you. I think I am good for another few hours.” My dad tells me.

“Un huh.” I say feeling his cock deflating inside of me. I get off of him, my legs are wobbly. My dad grabs me and brings me to his chest. I lay on top of him and that is when he leans in and kisses me. It’s a kiss from a man who has gone without for too long. It lasts a while, and it’s full of passion.

“We better get up. We made a mess. Go, grab me another beer and meet me in the shower. And afterword’s you can help me shave my pubes.”

“Sounds good, Dad.”

I leave to the kitchen, my dad’s hot sticky mess running down my legs and I don’t care. Mom’s gone and it’s my job to take care of dad. I think I’m doing a good job so far.

Being the assistant manager has it perks,looking at mami work is a pleasure.
The cooks at femboy hooters want to strike for a tip jar or percentage tip split. Mami has order a secret lunch meeting with head chef. “I ordered a cock meat sandwich, this is a sandwich but where is the cock meat?” Mami tells the chef “whip it out” chef whimpers “yes whip it out and put it between my buns I’m hungry” the chef sticks his dick between the sandwiches and she starts eating the tip of his dick and licking the sauce of sandwich dripping of cock.
The head chef is moaning and grabbing the table, I know he horny as hell.
“Now you guys want a tip jar that could be done. 5 %percentage of tips during restaurant hours also done but what about what I want?” She tells the chef. Sucking his dick while using sandwiches buns as a flashlight incredible technique.” What do you want?” Chef saids while moaning ” we need a new menu” mami saids, wearing a skirt she takes off her panties, cleans the sauce of his cock and she bends over ready for dick. “I don’t know about a new menu, I’ll ask around for new ideas” the chefs stick his dick in her ass. “Spank my ass, grab my ass, fuck me ” mami tells the chef “I want cum on my cock meat sandwich” the chef is going balls deep, grabbing her hair, nice thrust and spanking her ass. The chef cum in her ass pulls out, cum on her sandwich. Mami is still hungry cleans the cum of his cock and eats the rest of cock meat sandwich. She eats little bit of cum coming out of her ass.
Watching from my desk I was so horny I join her to femboy hooter’s shower room, after stripping, twerk on customers we work up a sweat so we have shower room. Theres always two femboys showering together to reach the hard spots. We clean each other after a hard days work and kiss tongue two warms mouths in shower. She jerks me off while we make out “you like working at femboy hooters ?” She ask me “yes yes yes” I tell her “you wanna cum babe” I couldnt wait and I cum so hard in her hand. She looks at me “dont worry” and eats my cum “good girl” she tells me. Mami came back to her office the underpaid junior chef wants a meeting with mami. She is beat from fucking the chef however she stills see him, workaholic. “I worked it out with head chef you guys are getting a tip jar & 5% restaurant time tip” mami tells him ” he didn’t say anything about raise or health benefits,?” Junior chef questions her “the head chef doesnt fully speak for us, and he doesnt do weekends i do the friday Saturday nights so  the strike continues” he saids “I’ll bring this up to corporate but if you guys get benefits the girls need benefits too I see this as a win-win with only… corporate being mad, the worst is shutting down the restaurant department but that wont happen with alcohol here I can persuade them food to combat the drunkness” mami tells him so diplomatic, eloquent, and demure. ” now if you want a raise do you eat femboy dick?” Mami tells him ” I love femboy dick, that’s why i work here” opening her legs basic instinct style he suck her femboy dick 6 1/2 inch I ask her when in the shower he gives her head under desk like a cute desk pet eating her ass she puts her legs back arching her back grab her small tits “lick the gouch plz” he is really smelling her ass. “Okay put it in my ass slowly I’m a little sore” he doesnt say anything puts his cock in. Slowly fucking her ass in missionary & licking her tits, she is looking at him to make out with him. Licking her lips ” let me ride you” they switch she is only doing this to kiss him, he grabs her ass and hips “I’m gonna cum inside you okay” he finally tells her “okay cum” she riding his dick slowly but like pony making sure her ass slap his balls lightly, he cums in her ass. “Ooo so good” she cleans his cock. I dont think the cooks are on strike anymore. 

Bondage Club and + 1

It has been six months since we confessed our fetishes. We bought a few extra bondage types of equipment, like St. Andrew’s cross and bondage chair, and modified the bed with more support for the play. We also invested in 2 full-body bondage leathers and a prison cage that fits 3 of us. We take turns to be secured to the cross, while another one spreadeagles and go fucked on the bed. Sometimes Zab will secure either of us or both in the cage as punishment or a time out. I liked it when Zab secured both of us in the cage by laying me on Sergey’s chest while our hands and feet were fastened to the cage’s pillar. Zab will leave us in the cage for several hours, sometimes without a gag, so I kiss Sergey madly. It gets hotter when Zab covers the cage with a piece of black cloth, squeezes into the cage, and locks the cage, pretending we both three were locked in the cage while fuck Sergey and me repeatedly. 

Another position that we like is when Sergey’s and my hands are stretched and secured to a pair of shackles attached to the ceiling. We were being forced to stand up straight while our feet were being stretched. Our cocks are being tied together, mouths are gagged with a double-sided gag, and assholes are linked to the infamous double-ended dildo. It makes a hot scene as we are helpless and vulnerable. Rubbing my body and cock against Sergey’s body makes my cock much stiff and rigid, and Sergey has the same reaction too. Zab will try to kiss us while spanking and playing with our cocks and nipple. We moan in excitement. After that, Zab removed the dildo, turned me around, and we had the train fuck again with me in the middle. Sometimes Zab will squeeze into the middle, fucking Sergey while I fuck Zab. The tight space train fuck is so hot as we press our body and cock so tightly it makes us cum almost right away. Sergey fucks us less as he still prefers to be a bottom. But occasionally, we did make him fuck us when he was tied up and was forced to do so. It is a waste not to be fucked by a huge cock, and I can realize Zab is becoming more to be a Top switch, but for sex only.

Occasionally, we visited one of the famous bondage clubs in the city as they are well equipped with all the toys and equipment. Only Zab and Sergey played at the club before, during a bondage party. I can imagine how humiliating it was, but it was so hot imagining Sergey was tied and walking around the club naked. On a leash, perhaps? Oh god, imagining that makes my cock hard again. Zab is quite well-known at the club, as he knew a few connections before he met Sergey, making Sergey somehow famous around them due to his handsome face. The club master, Jacob, walked to us when we had our usual Gin and Tonic.

Jacob:” So Zab, you finally picked up the kitten.”
Zab:” Yeah, although it took quite a while.”
Sergey:” Took some time to come out to my brother.”
Jacob:” Cool! Hey, kid, name’s Jacob.”
Me:” Hey, Kev here. Nice to know you.”
Jacob:” Welcome to the club, with that fucker Zab, Haha!”
Zab:” Hey, you bitch, Haha.”

Zab and Jacob kiss on the cheek.

Jacob:” Hey, Kev, you could call me if Zab did anything funny to you. So do you, Sergey.”
Me:” Sure do!”
Zab:” Bull shit, I am so nice to them, Haha!”
Sergey:” Yeah, so nice of you to always keep us restrained the whole night.”
Zab:” Aww, don’t make me blush.”

We kissed in front of Jacob. 

Jacob:” Play nice, puppies, and enjoy the stay. Try not to create any jealousy around the club.”
Zab:” At least I can make them jealous, my dear.”

We all laughed it off while Jacob walked to entertain other customers. We realized a handsome man was standing near the bar counter, enjoying his drink, as we caught his attention. I can see his muscles through his tight shirt, plus he has a huge bulge under those skinny jeans. He has the same style as Zab, a sexy chin strap beard with spiky hair. I cannot help but stare at him for a while. He smiled and waved back. Happily, I waved back, too. Zab and Sergey waved at him, asking him to join us. We learned that the hottie’s name is Max, and he is new in town. I tried to initiate a chat. 

Me:” Hey, good to see ya. Kev here. This is Zab and Sergey. 
Max:” Hey dudes, Max here. Nice to meet you all! I am new in town. Came here a few times for a drink.
Sergey:” Hey, handsome.”
Max:” So you 3 are the infamous threesome.”
Zab:” How did you know?”
Max:” I heard the conversation just now. And Jacob sometimes will mention you three.”
Zab:” Oh that damn jerk. He can stop introducing us.”
Max:” I can see you are good friends with him.”
Zab:” Yeah, I knew him many years ago, before he started this club.”
Sergey:” Oh, that’s new!”
Zab:” You jealous?”

Zab smirks while he takes a sip. 

Me:” Not surprising, Haha.”
Max:” So Sergey and Kev are real brothers?”
Sergey and Me:” Yupe!”
Max:” Wow, that’s a scene.”
Sergey:” It took a while for us to confess our feelings. It does sound weird to have a relationship with your actual brother. Although we both came out together quite some years ago.”
Zab:” Sometimes, I still find it hilarious seeing both of you in action. But I can’t believe with two hot brothers.”
Max:” Wow…… But it is hot imagining you guys in action. So I guess you guys into bondage.”
Me:” Yeah, we all are into bondage, too.”
Sergey:” It is quite an adventure when Zab and I try to come out to Kev on our fetish fantasies. Everything went well in the end.”
Zab:” But at least we all had fun together, right?”
Max:” Wow, that is hot. I am a Dom switch by the way.”

Suddenly, we all think alike. He is hot, handsome, muscular, and high chance of having a big cock.

Zab:” I am a Dom switch, too! Kev Sub switch while Sergey is mostly Sub bottom.”
Max:” Awesome. I always fantasize a group session.”
Me:” I like it, although sometimes it is tiring.”
Zab:” Nah, I am willing to do anything for both of you. Just don’t give me too many requests! Haha!”
Sergey:” You better keep your promises.”
Zab:” You are always welcome to look for us. I believe you have a Recon profile, right?”

Max nodded, and we exchanged our Recon profiles. Not long after, Jacob approached to us with a poster in hand, and we looked at it.     

Jacob:” Zab, the dungeon party is in the next 2 months. Will you all be here?”
Zab:” Yes, of course, it has been a while. I am sure Sergey loves it too.”
Sergey:” You don’t have to announce it. But hell yeah. This time, we will have Kev together.”
Me:” I hope I don’t freak out. It will be my first time.”
Max:” My first, too!”
Zab:” Why don’t you join us that night? I could use some help to leash the puppies.”
Max:” You mean your boyfriends? Oh, I would love to. thanks! I can’t wait!”

After that, we had some more conversations with Max, understanding his interest in threesomes or foursomes, group bondage, and not really into master-and-slave play, which is kind of the person we are looking for. Max left the club after a while to run errands. 

Zab:” I think we might have found our 4th guy…”
Sergey:” Imagining a foursome train fuck, haha.”
Me:” Suddenly, I wish I hadn’t suggested that day. “
Zab:” Too late! You have been staring at him the whole time.”

After that, we went home and started to discuss the party.
We continued to chat with Max to know more about his preferences, and thought that Max might be a perfect fit! Zab, Sergey, and I agreed that we would not play with him until the party day itself.

After 3 weeks, while I was being secured to St. Andrew’s cross and Sergey was spread-eagled on the bed, Zab took out a huge box filled with leather hardness, plugs, and 2 puppyhoods. 

Zab:” These are for the bondage party, which I used on Sergey last time, and we have 2 identical sets.”
Me:” Oh, you already have 2 sets?”
Sergey:” Got it last week with Sergey, while you were working.”
Me:” Shucks, you both went on a date without me.”
Zab:” Don’t worry, dear. I will date you later while Sergey is being tied up at home.”
Me:” Good idea.”
Sergey:” Damn you!”

Zab released me from the cross while putting a gag on Sergey. Sergey moaned in irritation. Zab and I suck on Sergey’s nipple and cock before continuing to try the leathers. 

Zab:” You try it, Kev. Sergey has already been tested before.”
Me:” Ah, no wonder you keep him restrained.”

Zab helped me with the leather harness first. It looks so sexy. And there is a jock with a detachable cock cover and a Butt plug holder. The puppyhood, too, comes with a detachable gag. Zab quickly put on the cock cage when he saw my cock soften. 

Zab:” Yes, you will be wearing that during the party. Let’s try on the full set.” 

Now I have a hard-on in the cock cage. It feels a bit painful yet arousing. After that, Zab continues to help me on the jock, attaching a cute dog tail dildo and pushing it into my asshole, then covers up the cock cage. Then, he helped me on the hood and attached a leash to a ring below the hood. 

Zab:” You look hot in those! I should have put it on much earlier. Now, woof for me.”
Me:” Woof!”
Zab:” Good boy.”

We both can see that Sergey is leaking precum while watching me gear up. He tries to sway his cock for attention. After that, Zab restrained my hand with another set of leather while attaching the leather ankle manacle on my feet. Zab tries to leash me while walking around the house. Now, I do feel like I am a puppy, a sex slave, and a boy toy. Sergey continues to moan, but we both ignore him.

Zab:” So, how does it feel?”
Me:” New to me, but it feels great. Imagining walking like this at the party makes me nervous but excited.”
Zab:” Great. Remember, during the party, everyone is free to touch everyone. Most of the subs there are for group sex. But, of course, you can reject them. Jacob has made a rule that sex can be rejected if you are not keen. But cannot stop them from touching and hugging you.”
Me:” That’s cool.”
Zab:” I will keep our ass for Max.”
Me:” You slut, haha!”
Zab:” Says who?”

Continuing with that, Zab released me from the hand restraint. Then he attached leather wrist manacles and ankle and knee protectors to me. 

Zab:” Now on your feet.”

I comply. Zab leashed me around the house again to get the feel of that. 

Zab:” How is it?”
Me:” I am not 100% into puppy play, but with you, I am good.”
Zab:” It is ok, it is just for the party only, and most of the subs will be in such a position too.”

Then Zab took off the cock cover. Smirking when he saw I am leaking precum in the cock cage. 

Zab:” You will do fine. Of course, if you feel uncomfortable, just shake your head continuously.”
Me:” Shake?”
Zab:” Oh, ya, forgot to tell you, you will be gagged most of the time. I think we have enough now.”

Zab helped me take off everything and went back to check on Sergey. Again, Sergey moans in dissatisfaction. 

Zab:” Want to punish him?”
Me:” Why not?”

Instead of we fuck Sergey, I pushed his cock into my asshole while Zab took off the gag and deep throat him. We know Sergey wants to be fucked instead of fucking us. Of course, it is just payback for every time we fulfilled his request. After that, Zab and I switched positions. We released our loads onto Sergey’s body, reattached the gag, and left home for our spontaneous dating. Sergey moans louder when we are about to leave. After a few hours, Zab and I returned and found Sergey asleep. We kissed him to wake him up and finally helped him release the load and untie him.

Sergey:” Finally. What took you both so long?”
Me:” Just a little payback.”
Sergey:” You bitch.”

Finally, the party day arrived. We avoided sessions before the party to preserve our energy and “loads.” We pack our gear, put on the cock cage, and depart for the party. When we reached the party location, lots had already arrived. Some masters are flogging their slaves, some are chit-chatting around, some are having sex, and some are just socializing and kissing around. Everyone is geared up for the party, and they all look sexy and arousing, especially when some flung their massive cocks around. Hoping to see Max at the party, but have yet to locate him. Zab brought us to the “changing” room (just a piece of the long curtain separating the party hall and started to put on our gear.  Some people can’t help but start “socializing” with us even when we try to put on our gear. It is a party; we hug and kiss everyone while gearing up. Some even praised Sergey’s abs as exceptionally well-defined while refusing to end the hug. 

Finally, we finished gearing; we hadn’t put on the gag for now, so we could socialize before the real party started. Zab lets us out with Sergey on his feet. Zab only requested me to stand and walk as he saw me nervous and helped me to relax, keeping the elbow and knee protection on in case I did feel like getting on my knees. I can see Sergey getting used to the party, getting down on his feet, and wagging his tail. A lot of people can’t wait to have a “skinship” with us by touching our bodies and kissing us. Zab looks extremely delicious with his sexy leather pants, body harness, and a cruising hat. I couldn’t help but to strike his cock and kiss him while I saw someone was riding on puppy Sergey. But still no sign of Max yet. Some of the partygoers did ask Zab about not flogging us, and Zab told them that’s not how we play, while the gears are mainly for roleplay only. We, too, sat down at the bar counter and enjoyed a few drinks with the partygoers before Jacob started announcing something.

Jacob:” Gentlemen, the party is about to start. As you can see, there are a few exhibition stations to display your subs in bondage. Names of the top who signed up for their subs are written on the signboard. You may now proceed to bring your subs and gear to your station. Please write down the rules on the signboard on what can be done to the subs, and for the rest, kindly adhere to the request. Close the curtain if you need it for preparation.”

Zab:” Come, let’s go.”
Me:” Wait, what? Since when did you register?”
Sergey:” You never told us about this?”
Zab:” Surprise! Hope I can get Max’s attention.”

While Zab leashed us to our station, I was taking this time to brave myself to do the puppy walk alongside Sergey. I find it challenging and fresh! Probably, I will do it again at such a party. 

When we reached our station, Zab pulled down the curtain and took out the gears. First, he removed our puppyhood and made us stand face to face. I know what will happen next, as that is one of Sergey’s and my favorite positions. Then he unlocked our cock cages and started to bind our cocks together with harnesses, ropes, and cock rings. Then he stretched our legs using an adjustable spreader bar, and I saw he had modified each end with two leather restraints to bind our ankles side by side. Sergey and I are already moaning in excitement. We can also hear some moaning in gag next to us, making our cock extremely rigid with precum-flowing. After that, Zab secured our wrists together and stretched to each end of the station. He then added some ropes to our elbows, armpits, and knees to make sure our bodies were securely intact yet still had some space to edge our cocks. Now, Sergey and I are immobilized. Imagine that soon, we will be displayed like sluts makes me even more nervous, but at the same time, I couldn’t control my excitement as this is my first public display. I tried to look at Sergey. Sergey tries to press his cock on me to ease my nervousness a bit. Then we saw Zab stripped down to harness only while keeping his biker cap, cock harness, cock ring, and leather boots. Oh god, Zab looks so gorgeous, making Sergey and me drool. I think the cock harness is making his cock look even bigger and wanted it even more. 

Zab:” So you both ready?”
Sergey:” So, what’s on your mind?”
Zab:” Probably I will just write anything but flogging and fucking?”
Me:” Sounds good to me.”
Zab:” I will make an exception for Max, maybe after the party?”

We all laughed. Then Zab went out to the station to write on the signboard while the curtain was still closed. After a while, Zab came back.

Zab:” Wow, someone wanted to suck my dick!”.
Sergey:” Yeah, yeah, go have fun while you leave us here.”
Zab:” Don’t worry, I don’t fuck others besides you both.”
Me:” You better make sure, haha!”
Zab:” I have prepared additional blindfolds, restraints, dildos, and gags at the side table in case there are people who want to separate you both.”
Me:” Sounds good to me.” 
Sergey:” Yeah, me either.” 
Zab:” Ok, then I shall gag you both now and open the curtain.”
Sergey:” How about the double-ended dildo?”
Zab:” I will do it in front of everyone you slut, Haha. You like it, don’t you?”

Sergey blushed, and I laughed in nervousness.  Before Zab could gag us, we heard Jacob announcing something else.

Jacob:” Seems like some of you are ready! For Tops, please appeal your work as much as possible to win a prize. You all saw the stickers at the counter, right? Please vote for your favorite combination. The winner will get tonight’s free-flow drinks on the house! But…… with one condition. Winners must make love in front of everyone to earn the prize, and the subs are not allowed to be released until the party ends, as we needed them as trophies.”

We heard a lot of cheering and shouting outside. 

Zab:” All right, babes, remember our team’s name is Brother’s Trouble, in case we win.”
Me:” Hope we won’t win, haha.”
Sergey:” You sure? But your cock says otherwise.”

We kissed before Zab gagged us with our favorite double-sided gag. Then he opens the curtain. Since Sergey and I are not blindfolded, we can see some actions while securely bound. Some Tops flog their sub; some intimidate their subs in front of everyone. One by one, the Tops introduced their subs and what they did as their favorite activities. Before our introduction, I could see more people approaching us. For them, it is quite rare to have two subs. They all play with our asses, edge our cocks, hug us, and some try to insert the dildo into our asses. Some even try to remove our gag and kiss us, while some just enjoy sucking off two cocks in a go. Some ordered both of us to kiss when our gags were removed while they struck their cocks looking at our passionate kiss. Of course, they gag us afterwards. Luckily, we both applied some numbing lotion onto our cocks before the play, or else we will cum by now with that level of excessive touches. So, this is what a public display looks like, thinking in my mind, and it is exciting to expose myself to the public.

After a while, Zab came back after having fun with others. We could smell cum on his body, and we struggle to protest. 

Zab whispers, “Don’t be like that. They just want to take photo with cum on my hot body while hugging me!”

Sergey and I can only grumble in our gag, Zab laughs. 

Zab whispers again:” Ok, it’s time now. Let’s do this.” Then Zab starts to speak up while holding the missing double-ended dildo. Initially, I thought about where it went missing.

Zab:” Gentlemen, good day. These two are real brothers. I love them, and I am proud to bring them together today. I met the elder brother first through Recon, and we immediately clicked. After a while, we evolved from bondage partners to boyfriends. I did meet the little brother a few times before we moved in together. As we started living together, I began to realize that these two brothers were secretly in love with each other. I, too, started to have feelings with the little brother. The crazy brothers introduced their little house rules before I moved in with them.”

The crowd laughed a bit when Zab mentioned house rules. 

Zab continues:” Yes, that time, the big brother and I still did not realize that the little brother was into bondage too. But there is a little incident helps us to realize this, which I call it the cock cage incident. The brothers confessed to me separately about their fantasies of bondage brothers. So, I set them up a bit, and finally, we know that not only are we in love with each other, but we also want to connect our love through bondage. And here we are, expressing ourselves freely through bondage.”

I can see some partygoers cheer and some stroke their cocks wildly, imagining the hot scenes maybe. 

Zab continues:” Hereby, I announce, the brothers! You may continue to play with them after I complete the ceremony. But before that, is there anyone who wants to do the honour? It is simple, by just inserting this double-ended dildo into their asses to celebrate their connection.”

Suddenly, someone with his face half-covered approaches. He is wearing a leather harness and leather shorts. He is tall and muscular, with a huge bulge. He seems familiar. Then I saw him approaching us. “I am Max”, he whispered.

Suddenly, we three were shocked. Finally, he showed himself. 

Max whispered,” Sorry, I was trying to enjoy the scene at the side and waiting for the right moment.”
Zab whispered,” Wow, we all have been waiting for you.”

Zab plays along. 

Zab:” Here you go, Mr. sexy.”

Max took the dildo and insert it into Sergey and my asshole. He seems extremely excited and aroused. The crowd cheers!

Zab:” Here you go. Please continue to play with them, they are looking forward to it. 

Max again whispered to us:” Hope you win, I have something to say later”.
He pushed the dildo further into our asses, released the gag, and kissed us. Oh god! Max is kissing us! The three of us were so excited that we had a passionate group kiss. After that, Sergey and I were gagged again, and we saw Zab and Max leave to join the others. After they left, the crowd proceeded to us and started playing with our asses, cock, and nipple. Our gag is on and off taken down as the crowd attempts to kiss us while some cum on us and rub on our bodies. They never separate us after they hear the story, and I heard one of the partygoers says “Nice fuck brothers should remain connected” while sucking off our cocks in one go. Finally, we heard Jacob making an announcement again.

Jacob:” Now it’s time! I saw lots of stickers have been pasted. And the winner goes to……Brother’s Trouble!”

I guessed that we will win, and now we must fuck in front of everyone? My mind is screaming. Zab came back, and we saw him pulling Max along. One of the partygoers suddenly shouted, “Give us some train fuck!”. The crowd immediately cheers. My heart is pumping, but Sergey seems calm. Zab hugs Sergey, and Max hugs me and whispers, “Ready for a foursome?” It seems Zab knows something we do not know. Since it was Max, we nodded. 

Zab released the restraints and dildo and turned Sergey and me around before he restrained us back quickly and swiftly. It seems like Zab has gotten a lot better. Then he took new gags to gag us separately. Before Zab blindfolded us, I saw Max take out his cock and is huge!! I think it is about the size of Sergey’s, but thicker! 

Zab:” Wow you both bath in cum! Ready for some action?”

Sergey and I both nodded, and Zab blindfolded us. Now, we are at the full mercy of Zab and Max. Nervous yet excited. “We are doing it in public!” shouted in my mind again. I knew Max started to suck my nipple and cock first, as it felt different from Zab. I moaned loudly in my gag, trying to show my acceptance of Max. Then I could feel him standing up and whispering, “I want you three.” Zab switches places with Max and continues with the sucking. Then they pulled out our gag and started to kiss deeply, then switched to Max. Oh god, it is so hot, and my cock is swelling now, and my inner part screams that I want more! 

I can hear cock slapping sound, before it shoves into my mouth. It is Zab’s cock! And I quickly deepthroat it as I am used to it. Then, an unfamiliar cock is in my mouth. I bet it is Max’s. I can feel that it is longer and thicker than I imagined! I suck it like never before. Max, too, shoves his cook into my mouth, making it a perfect double cock gag. I moaned while enjoying two pre-cum leaking cocks in my mouth, almost choked. I can hear Sergey whispering, wanting both cocks too. After an intense body contact and sucking fest, it’s time for finale.

Zab removed the blindfold and reapplied the gag as he wanted us to look around. This time, Max, too, helps with the bind. They turned Sergey and I facing each other, and our asses are facing the public again. Since Sergey and I were gagged separately, I have a better view. Surprise but not surprising, I see a lot of partygoers start fucking each other, some are in a threesome, and some are even in bigger groups. 

Zab:” See, it’s just a party. Don’t worry, everyone is here to enjoy themselves. But I want you to be safe, too. That is why I wrote on the signboard no fucking unless the Top agrees. It was for Max.”
Max:” Haha, when I saw it, I hoped it was meant for me.”
Zab:” Yeah, we have been searching for you since the beginning. Where the heck did you go?”
Max:” I will tell you all later. Now let’s finish this off.”

Zab starts to fuck Sergey, and Max begins to fuck me. Gosh, Max’s cock is thick! I thought the dildo would do the trick, but I still have some challenges to get the cock fully penetrated. Sergey and I moan in the gag loudly while looking at each other with excitement! Then, Zab and Max high-five, and they switch positions. I can feel Zab’s long cock penetrating my ass. I can hear Sergey, too, moan louder than usual. I think Max’s cock did the trick. 

After the intense fucking session, finally is the time. Zab readjusts my restraints so now I am facing Sergey’s back while my hands are tied to Sergey’s cock. I saw them changing condoms while helping me to put on one. 

Zab:” Ready?”
Max:” Can I be between you and Kev?”
Zab:” Your call today. Do the honour of inserting Kev’s cock into Sergey”.
Max:” Wow, older brother got fucked, that’s hot.”

Max helped me to shove my cock into Sergey’s ass, then he shoved his into mine, followed by Zab. This is insane; I am having a foursome! We start to pound each other asses, and I can hear the crowd cheering, “Go brothers!” Our pounding gets intense; our moaning gets louder while I stroke Sergey’s cock. One of Sergey’s “fans” requested that Sergey shoot the load on him as he enviously watched our intense foursome. I helped Sergey to release his load, and what a big splash! he seemed extremely satisfied. After that, Max took off my condom. Zab and Max, too, took off their condoms and released the load on Sergey and me while my load was released on Sergey’s back. We barely stand now. Zab and Max quickly helped us with the restraints and gears, and then they took off theirs, too, except Max kept his half-covered mask on. By this time, most partygoers had finished their activities and started socializing again. We were so exhausted that Zab and Max were lying on the floor, naked. Sergey was lying on Zab’s chest, as usual, kissing and rubbing their cocks. I hesitated to hug Max. But when Max opens his arms, I cannot help but lie on this muscled chest and do the same thing as Sergey. After a while, Jacob approached us.

Jacob:” Congrats sluts. You won the popular votes.”
Zab:” Shut up, bitch.”

Max:” Do they talk like that?”
Me:” Yeah, love-hate buddies.”
Sergey:” For some reason, I start to talk like Zab, too.”
Me:” That means Zab’s love is influencing us.”
Sergey:” Ugh.”
Max:” Haha, you guys are hilarious.”

Jacob:” The party will end in about 20 minutes for regular business. I got a private room for you all. Take all your things there. Here are the towels. My staff will start cleaning up the venue soon. Don’t worry about the private room, it is private, you know what I mean. Turn the sign to occupied and lock the door if you wish.”
Me:” Thanks, Jacob.”
Jacob:” No sweat. I will bring the drinks to you all later.”
Max:” Thanks, master.”
Zab:” How do you bring the drinks?”
Jacob:” There is a secret door at the side. You will know by then.”

We wrapped the tower around the waist, packed, and moved to the private room. We were exhausted yet excited to talk about the party and Max privately. Max seems to have concerns about showing his face at such a party. We settled in the private room and got naked again while waiting for our drinks. I can see we are getting a hard-on again, sitting and gently shoving each other’s cock. 

Zab:” How was it, Max?”
Max:” It is an awesome fuck!”
Sergey:” I never imagined a foursome at all.”
Me:” Me too.”

Finally, Max removed his half-covered mask. Now we could see his handsome face. 

Max:” I must be honest. When I saw you, Kev, it felt like love at first sight.”
Me:” Wow, I never knew that.”
Max:” Yeah, I tried not to make a silly move when I first saw you with Zab and Sergey.”
Zab:” We chatted before the party. I wrote the phrase on purpose at the signboard to grab his attention. 
Max:” Thanks! Zab also told me how you all love each other. One part of me tells me I want to be part of your relationship, yet freaking out. The more I chat with you guys, the more I realize I develop feelings for all of you.”
Sergey:” You can always share with us. But I understand you. When I tried to find out if my brother is into bondage, Zab and I purposely left a slight opening at the door so that Kev could peek at us during one of the plays.
Me:” Yeah, it was quite a scene. I tried to admire Sergey in bondage that time, but in the end, I was afraid that they found out I wanted to be in bondage with them.”
Zab:” I talked to Sergey about whether this is a bold step, and what if Kev freaks out? Because I started to have feelings for Kev, too. I don’t want our interests to destroy us. 
Sergey:” In the end, I got tricked too.”
Max:” How come?”
Zab:” Well, after we confirmed that Kev is into bondage too, and fantasizing in bondage with Sergey, we were delighted. I am excited too, knowing these sexy brothers are secretly in love with each other, love bondage, and I get to own them. Initially, Sergey was slightly worried, so I executed the plan secretly. At first, it was quite funny yet weird to find out both brothers separately confessed to me that they were in love and both wished to be tied up by me.  
Sergey:” Yeah, it was embarrassing when I found out, and I worry about having both Zab and Kev. Well, it went well in the end. 

A bell rang, and drinks were served through a secret door. I guess Jacob did build a “room” in the end for behind-the-doors activities. 

After a few drinks, and Zab realize our cocks are lively again, he took out some ropes. 

Me:” Wait, again?
Max:” You are a monster.” 
Zab:” Yes, I see you all getting hard. Since we have four now, isn’t it amazing to do some during a chit-chat?”

Sergey and I knew Zab once he started, it would never end easily, so we kept quiet. Zab grabbed some ropes, tying Sergey’s hands in front and feet, and did the same to me. He then spread his legs, grabbed Sergey, made him sit in front of him while pressing his hardening cock on Sergey’ hugging him tightly while masaging his cock. 

Sergey:” Isn’t it lovely to show normally what we did? His cock is lonely and needs to stay active, Haha”
Zab:” Glad you like it.”
Me: “Ah, this is what you want to do.”
Max:” You all did this frequently?”
Sergey:” Well, it depends. When we wanted something simple while getting a hard-on. Zab will take turn make us sit in front of him while he tries to slow fuck us.” 
Me:” Yeah, we usually end up with a threesome with me in the middle.”
Max:” Wow, you guys are crazy.”
Zab:” Of course, not every time. We respect each other’s needs and always discuss whether we want to do it. And you can do that to Kev now, too. He wouldn’t mind.”
Max:” You sure?”
Me:” Yeah.”

Without hesitation, Max did the same thing as Zab. I can feel Max’s thick cock pressing on me. It is aroasing when Max tries to insert his cock into me. 

Max:” Sorry, you good?
Me:” Don’t worry, I need to get used to it, haha!”
Max:” Don’t force yourself. Let’s change positions later. I want to hug Sergey, too.”
Zab:” Sure!”
Max:” Speaking of a trick. What happened?

Zab moved his cock a bit, and Sergey moaned. Max hugged me tighter while pinching my nipples and play with my cock. 

Zab:” Oh yes. After they confessed to me their fetishes and fantasies, I thought I wanted to set them up for a surprise session. I never knew that simple trick worked so well. I just told them I found a 3rd person for their session, but I still couldn’t believe it worked well. 
Me:” Ya, it is a simple trap. Especially when you removed the blindfold and told us we could only open our eyes after you closed the door. When I opened my eyes, I could not believe that I was in bondage with Sergey.”
Sergey” True, I was freaked out yet so excited. I couldn’t believe Zab set us up, too, as I only know half of the plan. But you tricked us well. I almost had a heart attack. 

Sergey and I switched positions. We shared a deep kiss. Max can’t wait to massage Sergey’s chest and edge with his rigid cock. They both moan in satisfaction. While hugging me, Zab extended his hand, pulling Max closer and grabbing his phone. 

Sergey:” Wow Max, your cock is thick! No wonder Kev moaned so loudly just now.
Max:” Haha, I am honoured.”
Zab:” So this is the video that I recorded of their first bondage and sex. And I am surprised they did not realize the camera setup near them. Guess they are too horny and enjoying coming-out brothers in bondage session, HAHA.
Max:” That is so hot, you made them suck in 69. Then you hogtie them face-to-face just to let them find out who they are. 
Zab:” Did you realize they are frozen for about 5 minutes? Realizing that it is a dream come true, they get even hornier. 
Max:” Wow, forbidden love! So hot! Looking at them kiss makes me horny. Now I wish I had such a brother. Did you record all your sessions?”
Sergey:” Mostly, sometimes he will tie us down and make us watch our previous actions.”
Me:” It does feel weird initially, but I am glad we accepted each other!”
Max:” I always fantasize about group relationships, too. I used to have a regular sub-bottom, but he is not into group sessions. After I quit my job, moved here, and met you guys, I stopped everything. Deep inside me, it is love at first sight. To me, it is weird to suddenly approach some guys and say, “Come, let’s have group fun”. I have to be honest. I did jerk off thinking of you guys, wanted to join you guys badly…”
Zab:” Don’t worry, Max. We talked a lot about you before the party. We did jerk off imagining what you would do to us, too. So, please don’t feel ashamed. We are the rare group, too.”
Sergey:” I get you, Max, it is like when we brothers confessed. It does feel weird to have a relationship with Kev. I guess love is still love. Who knows, we might already have feelings towards each other years back.”

Sergey and I stuck our heads out and kissed passionately. Then I turned my head around to kiss Zab while Sergey kissed Max. I can feel Zab’s cock is much more rigid now. I saw Max’s, too. 

Max:” Raw action from real brothers and a monster. I would never imagine that.”
Zab:” We talked about inviting another Top switch. Especially Kev, he has this weird urge for group sex, ever since he confessed fully. And also that’s when we found you accidentally, Max.”
Max:” Wow……”
Me:” Hey, I am partially joking. I never knew they took my joke seriously.”
Zab:” In the end, you wish to have, right?”
Sergey:” It’s alright. We are sluts when it comes to play, haha!”

I blushed. Max again reached out to my lips and kissed me while working on Sergey’s cock. Then he kissed Zab, too. 

Max:” I hope I can be a part of your relationship.”
Zab:” You are most welcome! And I think we will make a great team. Let us know when you are ready. I know, especially Kev, wanting you badly.”
Sergey:” We don’t mind having you in our house. You don’t have to be polite with us, haha!”
Max:” Yeah, I hope I’m not rushing into wanting to start a relationship with you guys.”
Zab:” Well, you had group sex with us today. Just kidding. Take your time. Can continue to date you until you feel comfortable.”
Kev:” Yup, sounds good.” 
Sergey:” Me either. I bet Kev is the one who couldn’t wait!”
Kev:” Hey!”
Zab:” Cool down, brothers, haha! Don’t freak him out.”
Max:” You guys are hilarious. Now I love you guys even more. I agree. Shall make sure I do not rush things.”
Kev:” That’s why we discussed before today’s event. Since we are in a relationship, we are keeping sex to ourselves. Of course, exceptions might happen in a bondage world, but we try to promise to keep it between us. Sorry for being direct, we trusted you, that’s why we opened up to you today. 
Max:” Thanks, guys, don’t worry about it. I fully understand.”

Again, we find ourselves deep kissing each other.

Zab:” So what now? After such a touching yet embarrassing confession session.”
Sergey:” Don’t spoil the mood you son of a bitch.”
Me:” Let’s get high?”
Max:” Err, can I suck you Zab?

Without a word, they both moved us. They helped Sergey and me into a 69 position, hook our bound hands with our feet so we can better lock in ourselves and start sucking off each other. 

Max:” Wow, live action. Can I take a picture? I want to make it my secret wallpaper.”
Zab:” Feel free!”

While Sergey and I suck each other off, Max pulled Zab kissed passionately. Then they get into 69 too as they can’t wait to suck each other off. 

Zab:” You have a thick cock!”
Max:” But yours is longer!”

I can hear loud slupring as if they are having a suck off compatation. Max is enjoying himself. After a while, they stood up and Zab planted his cock into Max’s ass. 

Zab:” Do you like it?”
Max:” Give me more, baby!”

After a while, they stopped pounding. They adjusted Sergey and me, so our cocks were aligned. Then they lay down too start sucking our cocks. It feels so good when they are both trying to suck our cocks in one go. I took this chance to kiss Sergey again. 

Next, they both help us up on our knees. Sergey and I start to take turns sucking their cocks.

Max:” You guys’ cocks are so delicious!”
 
While Max says that, Zab again starts deep kissing Max. Next, we all lay down again as we work on a group sucking in a circle. Wow, I can’t believe group sucking is so amazing. After a while, Max stood up as he tried to find something.”

Zab:” You want the double-ended dildo?”
Max:” Ya, you can read minds.”
Zab:” Hold on.”

Zab took out a shorter double-ended dildo.

Zab:” You want to put on them?”
Max:” No, I have another idea.” 

Max took the dildo, and he put the dildo into his asshole. Then he asked Zab to turn around and put another end to Zab’s asshole.

Max:” There, now we are connected.” 
Zab:” You dirty slut, Haha!”

Max and Zab pounded on the dildo before Max grabbed me for another round of fuck. Zab grabbed Sergey to fuck with too. I cannot believe we are doing new things again. Zab and Max pound their asses through the dildo while they pound Sergey and me. Next, Sergey and I change positions. Sergey still finds Max’s cock thick, which makes him moan more. 

Zab:” I think we are at the limits.”
Sergey:” Yeah, let’s end with a final load.”
Max:” Can I have a little request before we shoot off?”
Me:” Train fuck?”
Max:” Yes! But now, it will be me, Zab, Sergey, and Kev.”
Zab:” So you want to fuck me badly!”
Max:” Yes, you are the one who I haven’t fuck.”

With that, we position ourselves as Max suggested. It has been a while since I took Sergey’s cock, and it is still big. Zab positions his cock into Sergey’s and Max’s into Zab’s.

Zab:” Wow, Max! Yours is thick! 
Sergey and I:” Told ya!”

Again, we find ourselves in a train fuck, and it seems like we never grew tired of it. We fuck each other so hard before we went back into our cock-sucking circle and released our loads into our mouths. 

Sergey and I were released from the binds, cleaned up, sat back on the couch, enjoying another round of drink. 

Max:” That is awesome!”
Me:” Glad you like it!”
Sergey:” I can’t do it anymore; I am running out of juice.”
Zab:” Me either!”

Max sat between Sergey and me, extending his hands to our shoulders. We had some drinks before trying to learn more about Max.

Zab:” So, you started to like Kev first?”
Max:” Yes! It started with Kev, and now it spreads to you guys. Thinking about the adventures that we can do makes me almost hard again.”
Sergey:” You better not! Haha! I am exhausted.”
Max:” Nah, that’s all for today.”
Me:” I can’t wait to do it with you guys again! But still, why with the half-covered mask!”
Max:” Ah, because of my career, doing lots of client meetings. I do not want them to know that I am a bondage lover. Although some of them know I am gay, as I bump into them in a few Gay Bars. 
Me:” Ah, that’s sucks.”
Max:” Yeah, trying to save the business, I guess.”
Sergey:” Don’t worry. Everyone has their own story to tell. You are just protecting yourself.
Zab:” So, you say you stay alone in a leased apartment now?”
Max:” Yup, I am not from this neighborhood. I came here because I find this area very peaceful and gay-friendly.  
Me:” Agreed, it is a good neighborhood. That’s why Sergey and I decided to buy an apartment here.
Sergey:” Yes, and it is affordable too!”
Zab:” I moved into their house after that, and all the juicy things happened. Although it took a while.”
Me:” Decided to move in with us?”
Max:” I am thinking about it. I still have a 4-month lease to cover.”
Sergey:” Take your time. But we do have one special rule in our house.”
Max:” Naked in the house? I gladly do that, haha!”
Zab:” So you know! Don’t regret, they can be a monster with that!”
Sergey and I:” Yeah, right!”

Zab moved closer to us. Max kisses our lips and cocks.”

Max:” Token of appreciation.”
Sergey:” Anytime, don’t make us miss your body and cock!”

We heard Jacob trying to inform us that the club is about to close.

Me:” Wow, I can’t believe we stayed here so long today.”
Zab:” Let’s get going, shall we?”

We finished our drinks, dressed, and were ready to go home. Max rewears his hood in case of an unexpected situation.  

Jacob:” Finally leaving?”
Zab:” Yeah, thanks, bud.”
Jacob:” No worries, see you guys soon.”

The four kissed again before we parted ways. After that, we met Max more often, at the gym, for meals, and of course, he came to our house for sessions a few times. Gosh, we all love his thick cock! But, of course, we discussed it before every session as a form of mutual respect. 

Time passed, and Max’s rental contract was ending, so he decided to move in with us. We were all happy to hear that. We prepared a few things to welcome him in, and Max moved some of his belongings to our house before moving in. Finally, the day arrived. Zab and I welcomed him by taking his things and stripping him naked. We kissed on the lips, nipples and cocks. Then, Max realized something.

Max:” Where is Sergey?”
Me:” Oh, that……”

Zab and I guided Max in; he saw Sergey was spreadeagle with cock cage, gagged, on the dining table in Gulliver’s Travel style, with Sushi on his whole body. 

Max:” What happened?”
Zag:” Oh, he lost a bet, hehehe.”
Me:” Haha, he did not even lose on a bet, on a stripping game too.”
Sergey:” Mmmmmmmmmmmmph!”
Max:” Wow, stripping game?”
Zag:” Yes, poker stripping game.”
Me:” We wear appointed clothes and start to strip one by one, whoever loses the game.”
Max:” I want in! And what’s with the bet?”
Me:” Haha, let’s eat. We will fill you in!” 

We all sat down and started to eat from Sergey’s body. Of course, we fed Sergey along the way. After that, we tied up Sergey like a Thanksgiving turkey with his ass wide open and took turns to fuck him before we have our train fuck again. We left Sergey in that position while we checked out Max’s toys. It seems like he is secretly collecting. He has dildo harnesses, dildo gags, hoods with gags and blindfolds, vibrators, and lots more. We couldn’t help but stick the vibrator into Sergey’s ass and listen to his moaning while we cleaned up.

Zab:” Forgot to tell you all. Recently, there is a gay cruising spot at the park down the street.”
Me:” How do you know?”
Zab:” Found it out during my usual late-night run.”
Max:” We should check it out next time. 

After that, the four squeeze onto the king-size bed, realizing it is small for four of us. Of course, Sergey was not released from his bind for his lost bet and was in ropes until the next morning.

Now, we have started a new adventure as a Quad relationship. 
Max:” Thanks for accepting me, guys. Love you all.”

Hi, I’m Greg, 5’11”. I haven’t really done any exercise since high school, and working from home or in the office, I had become flabby. I hated myself when I looked in the mirror and dreaded getting on the scales. What set the alarm bells ringing was a trip to the doctor. She checked my body/mass index and warned me I was getting close to being pre-diabetic. She told me I had to lose weight, and suggested I joined a gym.

I thought about it, and even visited one to have a look, but the Muscle Marys and fitties put me off. I realized I had to get fitter before I could use a gym. I took up jogging, by myself initially, but soon faltered. It was too cold, raining, too hot, any excuse, so I joined a running club. They met Wednesday evenings and Sunday mornings. For the first few weeks, I could barely keep up, puffing and panting, I never made the finish. The fear of being on medication for life drove me on. I changed my diet, and slowly the weight came off. I found the modern Lycra shorts uncomfortable, and it was embarrassing showing off my junk, so I went online and bought 80s style running shorts, bright yellow, with splits up the sides. To make them more comfortable, I removed the inner lining.

About a dozen of us were out running in the rain one evening, when I slipped on some leaves and twisted my ankle. The guy next to me, Leon, helped me to my feet, but it was clear I couldn’t carry on. Luckily, we were near his flat, so, with an arm round his shoulder, we went to his place so he could bandage me up. I lay on his sofa and he eased my trainers and socks off. My ankle was bruised, so he put a bag of frozen peas on it. He sat on the floor beside the sofa, gently stroking my leg. My penis, which has a mind of its own, stirred. I pretended not to notice, but he did. His soft hand went higher and I let out a moan. I thought, this shouldn’t be happening, but I was knackered, and it was too nice to resist. His hand started to touch the bottom of my ball sack. My erection tented the loose shorts. I offered no resistance as he pulled my cock out of a leg hole. It was the first time another man had touched me, but his fingers gently stroking me felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. Then I felt his tongue on my shaft, barely touching it. He enveloped the crown, expertly giving me head, something no girlfriend had ever done. I eased my bum up and he slid my shorts down to my knees. Cupping my balls, he went back to sucking me, stopping now and then to lick my inner thighs and swallow a testicle. I wouldn’t last much longer, but he didn’t rush things. He’d played with me for over half an hour before I finally spilt my seed, more than I had in a long time. He then kissed me. I’d never kissed another man, but it felt so natural, and I tasted my own juices. He lay back on the carpet, and I watched as he tossed himself. It took me back to school days, when a few of us used to jerk off together, After he’d cleaned himself up, he said sorry, but I told him it was wonderful. He rubbed ibuprofen gel into my ankle, bandaged it up, and gave me a couple of pain killers. He suggested I stay the night and fetched a duvet and pillow. I thanked him for his kindness. We kissed and he went to bed.

Next morning, he helped me to the bathroom and gave me a towel and a spare toothbrush. The ankle was still swollen, but not as painful. He suggested I used his laptop for work, and told me to help myself to tea and coffee. We kissed and he left for work. At my first zoom meeting, I explained the reason for my attire and said I’d do the best I could. 

That evening, he brought a Chinese in. We watched TV and drank wine. I was moving much freer. That night we shared a bed. Naked together, we kissed and hands roamed over each other’s bodies. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. I stroked his velvety cock, and with a little encouragement, gave him head. It came instinctively, and after a few minutes, tasted another man’s semen. He gave me another orgasm and we slept cuddled together.        

I was able to return home next morning, but not before getting another blow job. During the week, I dropped some work clothes and a wash bag at his place. The midweek and Sunday runs ended at his flat. We would shower together, soaping one another. We were in the shower one Sunday morning, both sporting erections. I soaped his back, running my fingers into his crack. “Oh God, that’s nice”, he murmured. my finger found his hole and he pushed back and forth. I put another one in and his legs slightly buckled. “Fuck me”, he pleaded. I lined my cock up and was surprised how easily it slipped in. He supported himself with one hand on the glass, I held his hips and began to thrust. He used his other hand to wank. I hadn’t fucked in months, and then it was with a hooker and a condom. This was so much better. We fell into a rhythm, the speed ever increasing, until I blew my load. Ribbons of his spunk ran away with the water. I’ve lost nearly two stone and Sundays will never be the same.  

Exploring the City

Leaving the comforting confines of the coffee shop, the city unfolded before them, a vibrant tapestry of sights and sounds. The morning air, crisp and clean, carried the promise of a new day, mirroring the excitement simmering between Ethan and Liam. They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the rhythm of their footsteps a gentle counterpoint to the city’s bustling energy. The streets, still relatively quiet at that hour, offered a different perspective, a more intimate view of urban life than the frenzied rush hour would provide.

Ethan pointed out a crumbling brick wall, its faded paint hinting at a history long forgotten. “I’ve always been fascinated by the way cities hold onto the past,” he mused, his voice barely above a whisper. “These walls, these buildings, they’ve witnessed so much – joy, sorrow, triumph, despair. Each crack and crevice tell a story.”

Liam nodded, his eyes scanning the intricate details of the wall’s texture. “It’s like a layered sculpture, isn’t it?” he remarked, his fingers instinctively tracing the contours of a weathered brick. “Each layer adds to the complexity, the richness of the narrative. It’s a history etched in stone, a testament to time’s relentless passage.”

Their conversation drifted to the architecture of the city, the juxtaposition of old and new, the blend of styles and influences. Ethan, with his artist’s eye, noticed the subtle interplay of light and shadow, the way sunlight danced on the glass facades of modern skyscrapers, illuminating the intricate details of their steel and glass frameworks. He pointed out the way the old cobblestone streets contrasted with the sleek lines of contemporary buildings, a visual representation of the city’s evolving identity.

Liam, meanwhile, focused on the human element, the way people moved through the urban landscape, their individual stories woven into the collective narrative of the city. He observed a street musician playing a melancholic melody on his saxophone, his music echoing the city’s own rhythm of life. He noticed a couple holding hands, their quiet intimacy, a stark contrast to the city’s frenetic pace. He saw a lone figure sitting on a park bench, lost in contemplation, a solitary figure amidst the urban throng.

“It’s amazing how much life there is here, isn’t it?” Liam exclaimed; his voice was filled with awe. “So many stories unfold simultaneously, each one unique, each one. contributing to the city’s rich tapestry.”

Ethan agreed, pointing to a bustling market nearby. “And each person leaves their mark, their imprint on the city’s soul.” The vibrant energy of the market, with its colorful stalls and the chatter of vendors and shoppers, was a testament to this.

They spent hours exploring the city, each corner revealing new facets of its character. They wandered through charming alleyways, discovering hidden courtyards and forgotten gardens, each a secret pocket of tranquility amidst the urban sprawl. They paused to admire a striking mural, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the grey concrete backdrop. They crossed bridges that spanned bustling waterways, watching boats glide along, carrying their own silent stories. They discovered a quaint bookshop tucked away on a quiet side street, spending time browsing its shelves, sharing their favorite literary works and authors. They laughed as they recounted childhood memories, each anecdote illustrating a shared understanding of life’s complexities and joys. The city became their shared canvas, each location a marker of their unfolding connection.

As they walked, their conversation flowed naturally, effortlessly weaving between their artistic passions, their personal experiences, and their budding feelings for each other. Ethan shared stories of his travels, painting vibrant pictures of far-off lands and cultures, his descriptions as vivid and detailed as his paintings. Liam recounted his childhood in a small coastal town, describing the sea’s influence on his artistic sensibilities, the way the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tides mirrored the creative process.

They talked about their dreams, their hopes, and their fears. Liam confessed his anxieties about the unpredictable nature of an artistic career, the financial insecurities, the constant pressure to create. Ethan, in turn, revealed his struggles with self-doubt, his fear of not living up to his own expectations, his vulnerability in sharing his innermost self through his art. The sharing of these vulnerabilities created a powerful bond, a mutual understanding that transcended the surface level of their artistic connection.

They talked about music, Liam’s profound love for classical composers, his fascination with the emotional depth and expressive power of their work. Ethan, though less versed in classical music, shared his appreciation for jazz and blues, the improvisational nature of the music mirroring his own spontaneous approach to painting. The differences in their musical tastes only served to highlight the richness of their artistic perspectives, further strengthening the bond between them.

The city, with its ever-changing landscape, mirrored their evolving relationship. The vibrant energy of the streets, the quiet solitude of the parks, the bustling chaos of the markets – all served as a backdrop for their shared experiences. Even the imposing architecture seemed to reflect their connection, its strength and resilience mirroring the bond forming between them. The city was not just a setting; it was a character in their story, a silent witness to their unfolding romance.

As dusk began to settle, casting long shadows across the city streets, they found themselves sitting on a quiet rooftop, overlooking the twinkling lights of the metropolis. The city lights, a sparkling tapestry below, shimmered like a million tiny stars. The air was cool and fresh, the city’s sounds fading into a low hum. They sat in comfortable silence, the unspoken understanding between them far more potent than any words could ever express.

The city, with its cacophony of sounds and sights, its myriad of faces and stories, had served as a backdrop for their burgeoning connection, a silent witness to the unfolding of their shared narrative. It was a narrative not just of two individuals, but of two artistic souls finding solace and understanding in the midst of urban life. The city itself became a symbol of their growing intimacy, reflecting the vibrancy, complexity, and depth of their developing relationship. The quiet understanding on the rooftop, overlooking the shimmering cityscape, hinted at a future painted with possibilities – a future in which their artistic passions, their shared dreams, and their growing love story would continue to unfold against the ever-changing backdrop of their beloved city. The city, their silent accomplice, whispered promises of a future brimming with creativity, love, and the quiet magic of a connection forged amidst the urban heart.

I’m a 24-year-old Indian guy, freshly back in the country after six years in Paris. Out there, I lived freely—hookups were easy, the men were wild, and kink was just another layer of pleasure. Back home, I knew things wouldn’t be the same. Still, I was restless. I needed a man. Or maybe more.

So, one humid evening, I fired up Grindr. It took almost two hours of sifting through blank profiles and small talk before I got a message that cut straight through the noise:

“You a bottom?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“I’ve got a place. Come now.”

No face pic. No details. But I was aching. I hesitated for a second, then booked an Uber. Five minutes later, I arrived at a local hostel. It wasn’t exactly what I’d expected—but desire has a way of dulling caution.

I called the guy. He told me to head up to the 6th floor, all the way to the rooftop. My heart pounded with each step. When I got to the top, I wasn’t alone. Three guys were sitting around, shirt collars damp with sweat, chest hair peeking out. Two were hot—young, rugged, with that unmistakable stare of men who’ve seen things and want more.

Before I could say a word, a man stepped out from a nearby room. He was older, maybe 40, not bad-looking, short but solid. He waved me in.

Inside, we sat on the bed, and I tried to break the tension.

“Do you do this often?” I asked.

He smiled. “Wife and kids are in the village. I work here… with the boys.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes were hungry.

I placed my hand on his thigh, slowly working up to his crotch. I could feel him stiffen beneath my fingers.

“Can I suck it?”

He nodded.

He stood, pulled down his pants, and his cock—short but thick—sprang out. I didn’t waste time. I took him in, sucking greedily, tasting salt and sweat. It didn’t take long. With a deep groan, he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed every drop.

Then, without a word, he stepped out.

Seconds later, the door creaked open. The three guys from the rooftop entered, silent, eyes locked on me. One of them grabbed my face—not too rough, but firm—and pushed me back onto the bed. My breath caught. Was I nervous? Sure. But the anticipation… it was electric.

They stripped. One guy, tall and lean, slid between my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. I felt the pressure as he pushed inside. Deep, thick. I gasped.

Another stepped up and fed me his cock, filling my mouth as I was pounded below. I was helpless. Used. Worshipped. Their sweat dripped onto my skin. My moans were muffled by cock, but they didn’t need words to know I was theirs.

The first one came inside me, warm and deep. He pulled out, and the next guy took his place, using the leftover cum as lube. He fucked me hard, slapping my ass as I clutched at the sheets. I reached up, played with his hairy chest, pinched his nipples—and that sent him wild. He growled, pulled out, and painted my face with cum, then smeared it into my lips with his fingers. I licked them clean.

They laughed and called me a filthy little slut. I didn’t disagree.

And when they asked if I wanted more—if I’d keep coming back—I didn’t hesitate.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Use me.”

But that… that was only the beginning.

Galilee of the Gentiles it was called in the Scroll of the Prophet Isaiah.

“Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those in distress. In the past He humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future He will honor the Way of the Sea, beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the nations:

The people walking in darkness

have seen a great light;

on those living in the land of the shadow of death,

a light has dawned.

You have enlarged the nation

and increased its joy.

The people rejoice before You

as they rejoice at harvest time,

as men rejoice in dividing the plunder.”

Galilee had been part of the ancient kingdom of Israel, and Samaria had been the other part. Long, long ago, King Solomon had given twenty towns to the Phoenicians, and not as long, but still long ago, the Assyrian emperors had destroyed the old land of Israel and scattered the mothers and fathers of the Jews to the ends of the earth. Some few had remained to mix their blood and their ways with who was left and who was brought, but most had fled to Judah, which became Judea as its Isrealites became Jews.

For years the Persians ruled Judea, and after them the Greeks, and then under the Hasmoneans Judea had known glorious freedom, and those priests kings had conquered the lands around them, taking vengeance on old Edom and what remained of Philistia. They had taken back Samaria and, at last, Galilee of the Gentiles, and colonized it, sending Jews to live in what had been, so long ago, their northern kingdom. 

Galilee was mostly Jewish, but recently so, and in the world Jesus and John had grown up, a Greek temple, a pagan image, an Ionian town, was never far off. But as they traveled north, now, they stumbled into old shrines, very ancient temples which reminded them that, no matter what the scrolls written by the people of Judah had said, long ago the children of Israel, their blood as much of Canaan as of Jacob, worshiped the wide hipped and bare breasted Mother, and the daughters of Leah and Rachel still did it today, by the light of the moon, in their own circles, far from men’s eyes. All through Galilee, but especially here in the north, the temples and ruins of temples, the shrines outdoors and indoors, reminded them that this may have once been an Israelite land, long, long, long ago, but that it was only recently Jewish, and only on the very surface level. And as they entered the northern region, leaving behind Galilee for the realm of Philip, the first husband of Herodias, they came to a land scarcely Jewish at all, a land where many called Jews had been just recently converted, and converted most shallowly at that.

The capital city of these lands, pointing like a spearhead into Mount Hermon, that beginning of the mountain chains on which one side was Lebanon and the other Syria, was Caesaria Phillipi.

“But that is the new name for it,” Judas said. “The ancient name is Baal Zephon, but the common name is Banias, or Panias.”

“For their god Pan,” John said. “Pan the God of Wild things.”

“Some would say the God of All Things,” said Judas.

“Oh, Master, why have you brought us here?” Peter wondered.

“To do the same as Yochanon,” said Jesus, looking back from his beige and cream robes.

“When he was on the Jordan, when he lived, when he called men to repentance, it was as the days before we crossed into this land. He took his people back in time that they might begin again. But now his people are my people, now you all are my people, and so he went south to the Jordan’s end, but we go north to its source, to its beginning. We must go back further in time. Before it all, Father Abraham came from Aram, and beyond, and it was to Aram that he sent for a wife for his son. From the north, from these waters came Jacob with his wives, Rachel and Leah, Zilpah and Bilhah. Before the Temple in Jerusalem, there was the wellspring here. Before Temple scrolls and the God in his Temple, God roamed the world in a thousand faces.”

Incongruously, surprising to see so far north, they passed a lonely row of crosses with men dying on them, so far gone they scarcely moved and were blackened in the sun. The sight of crosses was at once so horrifying and so seldom, it took one’s breath away. Jesus stood at the feet of these dying men, murmuring his prayers while Seth and John stood on either side, and the miracle he gave these was that, as he left each one, the man sighed and sank into death.

“Who is this?” the few soldiers who were there whispered to Seth, and the others who had traveled north with the disciples.

     And he said, “This is Jesus the Prophet, of Nazareth.”

The soldiers had heard of him, and left him to his work, and when the disciples moved on, going northward to a preserve of green trees, they ate and rested by the cold roaring Jordan, green with the reflection of the woods.

That night, the campfire light shining on his robes like white gold and illuminating his face, Jesus asked,

“Compare me to someone and tell me whom I am like.”

 Simon Peter said to him, “You are like a righteous angel.”

     Matthew said to him, “You are like a wise philosopher.”

Thomas said to him, “Master, No. I cannot… My mouth is wholly incapable of saying whom you are like.”

The Jordan frothed and rushed behind them and Jesus said, “I am not your master. Because you have drunk, you have become intoxicated from the bubbling spring which I have measured out.”

Jesus rose and took Thomas by the hand, and they disappeared into the dark of the forest and returned only a few moments later. John did not dare ask what had happened. He only looked to Seth, and the young man shrugged.

And then Jesus said, “Who do people say the Son of Man is?”

“Some say John the Baptist;” Andrew tore a hunk of bread and laughed. “Others say Elijah.”

“And some say Jeremiah returned,” someone else offered. “Or one of the other great prophets.”

“Elisha!”

“Jonah… After all, you talked about the sign of Jonah!”

“Moses himself, After all, none ever found his grave!”

“Why stop there?” Judas murmured, “why not the very Isaiah himself?”

Jesus cleared his throat.

“But what about you?” he asked.

They were still laughing when he repeated, “But what about you? Who do you say I am?”

John looked to Seth again. He wished Magdalene were here. Magdalene was like a high tower struck by the lightning of God, and she feared to say nothing, but right now John feared to speak, and he was horrified when he heard the words he feared come out of  Simon Peter’s mouth.

     “You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God.”     

For the rest of his life there would be a small rage in him that he had not spoken thus, but now Jesus turned and gripped Peter’s shoulder in the night.

“Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah!For this was not revealed to you by flesh and blood, but by my Father in heaven. And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my House, and the gates of Hell will not prevail against it.”

The fast flowing waters of the jellid Jordan splashed heavily in the night.

“I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven. Whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.”

Then he said, in a lower voice, looking on the Twelve, looking on his brother and Cleophas and the boys, “Tell no one of this.”

Later, Jesus went walking through the pine and cedar scented night, and Seth, going to Alphaeus and John, begged them to come walking in the night with him. When they returned, Jesus was still not back, and Matthew and Nathanael were speaking to Thomas while the other were on their way to sleep.

.“What did Jesus say to you?” Philip asked.

     Thomas said, “If I tell you one of the things which he told me, you will pick up stones and throw them at me; and a fire will come out of the stones and burn you up.”

When Jesus returned, he smelled of the woods, and he saw John and Seth and Alphaeus all piled in a great pallet, under one blanket. John woke up and leaned on one elbow, indicating space for him, and Jesus, carrying his robe, laid it down and unwrapped his mantle so that naked, and barely wet, he climbed into the space beside John.

“You have been bathing.”

“I have given myself the second and the third baptism and only the fourth remains.”

“You are full of strangeness,” John said, shifting to remove his shift so that he pressed his naked flesh to Jesus’s.

“You’ve always know that,” Jesus said.

“I am irked.”

“About.”

“My mouth was forming the very words that Peter said, but forever they will be Peter’s words.”

“Perhaps they were not meant to be your words.”

“But still, I would that they had been.”

“Well, then the fault is on your mouth, and not Peter’s.”

“Make love to me.”

“I am tired. I’ve been out in those woods all night.”

“Make love to me.”

“We’ll wake the others.”

“Do it slowly,” said John, who was already pressing and kissing him.

“I am…”

“Love me.”

Jesus sighed, more in the delight of giving in than from weariness.

Embracing John, he said, “Alright.”

CONCLUSION OF CHAPTER NINETEEN