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It  all started in my livingroom with James, Josh, Shawn and myself and my names is John we were deciding what  to do for Shawn’s 21st birthday.  Shawn is a quiet keeps  to himself.  James  said lets take him to a strip joint.  Shawn said no James said you will  have fun.  Jaime said we can get you a lap dance,  Shawn said what is a lap dance,  we all said we get  a stripper to sit on you lap, Shawn said I don’t know.  I said I can show you, he said how.  I told him I would go dress up like a striper.  He said Ok.  I went to my bedroom got change into a pink bra and panties and high heel shoes and makeup.  When I came out everyone was amazed  I looked.  They got a chair and put it  in the middle of the room and Shawn  took a seat.  They put on music and I started to dance around Shawn then sat on his lap.  I was gyrating on his lap and he put his hands on my waist I could fell his cock grow, I notice the other guys starting to rub their cotches.  I started going faster and noticed the other guys with their hard cocks out and jerking off.  Then  Shawn stood me up pulled me panties off and pulled out my butt plug and pulled his pants down revealing a 10 inch hard cock.  He forced me to my knees to suck his  cock.  I was enjoying myself then he pulled me up bending  me over  the chair and fucked me.  While he was fucking me the other came over and shoved their cocks in m mouth.  All of sudden Shawn’s breathing got heavier then he fill me with his cum, then the other two fucked me and filled me with their loads inserting my butt plug back in so I can enjoy the feeling.  Then I lay down and jerk myself off.  Shawn started jerking off the other guy were amaze at the  size of it.  Shawn go up and walked towards the other guys jerkin hi cock..  He said to Josh you look like you want to touch it so he grabs Josh’s hand then he starts jerking Shawn off while playing with his cock then Shawn shoves hick cock into Josh’s mouth and cums in his mouth.  Then walks to James jerking soft cock and has him jerk it till it gets hard and has James suck his cock till he fills his throat with cum.  Then I sucked James and Josh’s cock..That was the best night hagainoping we can do it 

“You’re not going to believe what I saw,” Ashley murmured into her phone, her voice a mix of shock and excitement. Her friend, Rachel, on the other end of the line, responded with an impatient sigh.

“What now, Ash? Did Victor finally win that bodybuilding competition?” Rachel asked, her tone hinting at the mundane nature of the usual topics that filled their afternoon chats.

Ashley paused, her heart racing. The scene replayed in her mind—Victor’s muscular form entangled with Carlo’s, their bodies moving in a rhythm she had never seen between father and son. The sight of Carlo’s foot in Victor’s mouth had been particularly jarring, yet oddly mesmerizing. She took a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke. “It’s… it’s Victor.”

“What about him? Did he finally get that promotion?” Rachel’s curiosity grew, her voice eager for juicy details.

“No, Rach,” Ashley whispered, her eyes darting around the room as if someone might overhear her confession. “I just… I walked in on him with… with his dad.”

A silence fell over the line, thick and heavy, before Rachel’s voice returned, her disbelief palpable. “With his dad? What do you mean?”

Ashley’s cheeks flushed hot as she recalled the sight of Victor’s strong hands caressing Carlo’s legs, the older man’s feet in the air as Victor eagerly pleasured him. She swallowed hard, her voice a mere whisper. “They were… doing things, Rach. Intimate things.”

Rachel gasped. “Are you serious? What the hell? Did you say something to them?”

Ashley’s eyes remained fixed on the door she had hastily closed after the shocking discovery. She could still hear the muffled sounds of their passion from the room next door. “No, I couldn’t,” she replied, her voice barely audible. “I started to record them with my phone and I just… I just ran out. I didn’t know what to do.”

Rachel’s voice was a mix of horror and fascination. “What kind of things, Ash? Like, what exactly were they doing?”

Ashley’s throat tightened as she tried to articulate the scene. “It was… they were naked. And Victor, he was… he had his mouth… on his father’s foot.” She paused, feeling the weight of the revelation. “They were having sex, Rach. I think it was a foot fetish thing.”

On the other end of the line, Rachel was speechless. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before she finally managed to squeak out a response. “Oh my God, Ash. That’s… that’s just… I don’t even know what to say.”

Ashley’s eyes filled with tears as she recounted the rest of what she had witnessed. “It’s not just that, Rach. The way they looked at each other, it was like… it was like they were in love.”

“Oh, Ash,” Rachel breathed, her voice now gentle and concerned. “What are you going to do?”

Ashley bit her lip, the image of Victor’s worshipful gaze as he pleasured his father’s foot burned into her memory. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I can’t just pretend I didn’t see this.”

Rachel’s voice grew serious. “You’re right. You need to talk to him. But maybe give him some time to explain first.”

Ashley nodded, though Rachel couldn’t see her. “I just… I don’t know how to even begin.”

“Send him the video,” Rachel suggested, her voice firm. “Let him know you know, but tell him you need to talk.”

Ashley’s eyes widened at the thought. “The video?” she whispered, her hand unconsciously reaching for her phone where she had recorded the whole incident. The thought of watching it again made her stomach churn, but Rachel had a point. If she was going to confront Victor, she needed leverage.

“Yeah, the video,” Rachel said with a hint of resolve. “Send it to him and let him know you need to talk. But don’t delete it. You might need it.”

Ashley nodded, her hand still hovering over her phone. The thought of watching the recording again made her stomach twist, but Rachel’s advice made sense. She had to approach this carefully, and having evidence was the only way to ensure she didn’t get swept up in their lies or manipulation. She took a deep breath, her thumb hovering over the ‘Send’ button.

The video was explicit, to say the least. The camera had captured every intimate moment between Victor and Carlo. The sound of Victor’s eager slurps as he pleasured Carlo’s foot, the older man’s moans of pleasure, and the occasional glimpse of Carlo’s hand stroking Victor’s hair filled the small space between her and Rachel’s voice.

Her thumb hovered over the ‘Send’ button, the weight of the decision heavy. “Are you sure, Rach?” she asked, her voice wavering.

“You’ve got to, Ash,” Rachel said firmly. “You can’t just ignore this. It’s better to deal with it now than let it fester.”

With trembling hands, Ashley hit ‘Send’ and waited, her heart racing like a wild animal in her chest. She could almost hear the video traveling through the digital void, delivering the explosive truth to Victor’s inbox.

Minutes dragged by, each second heavier than the last. Rachel’s voice grew distant as the reality of what she had just done sunk in. The walls of the room seemed to close in around her, the very air thick with the scent of her own fear and disbelief.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her back to the present. It was a message from Victor. “Ashley, what the fuck is this?” The words stung, but she knew it was only the beginning of the storm. She took a deep breath and composed her reply. “We need to talk,” she wrote, her thumbs shaking as they hit the screen.

The response was almost immediate. “I can explain,” Victor texted back. Ashley’s heart raced as she contemplated what he could possibly say to justify what she had seen. Rachel’s voice grew faint as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed her.

“No,” she replied, her voice firm. “No explanations until we talk in person.” She needed to see his face, to gauge his reaction, to understand if there was any truth in his words.

The line went quiet again, the only sound the muffled thud of her own heart in her ears. Finally, Rachel spoke up, her voice tentative. “What are you going to do now, Ash?”

Ashley’s eyes remained glued to her phone screen, the message from Victor unanswered. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “But I can’t stay here.”

Rachel’s voice grew more urgent. “Where are you going to go?”

Ashley looked around the room, her mind racing. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice tight. “Maybe to a hotel. I need time to think.”

Rachel’s voice grew more insistent. “Ash, you can’t just run away from this. You have to talk to Victor. Find out what’s going on.”

Ashley nodded, though Rachel couldn’t see her. She knew Rachel was right, but the thought of facing Victor and Carlo, especially after what she had just sent, was terrifying. “I know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “But not now.”

“Okay,” Rachel said, her tone softening. “Take your time. But don’t let it go on too long. You need to know what’s happening.”

Ashley nodded, her mind racing with a tornado of thoughts and emotions. “I know,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Thanks, Rach. I’ll call you when I figure out what to do.”

“You got it, girl,” Rachel said, her voice filled with empathy. “Remember, you’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together.”

Ashley nodded, though Rachel couldn’t see her. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a ton of bricks. She ended the call and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but she knew one thing for certain—she needed to leave. She grabbed her purse and keys, slipping out the front door before she could second guess herself.

The cool evening air hit her like a slap in the face as she stepped out into the quiet street. The world around her felt eerily normal, as if it had no idea of the bombshell she had just dropped into her own life. She got into her car, the engine roaring to life with a comforting rumble. She had no destination in mind, just a desperate need to drive.

Her thoughts swirled as the scenery passed by in a blur. How could Victor, the epitome of masculinity, be involved in something so… taboo? And with his own father, of all people? The foot fetish was something she had never seen before, and the image of Carlo’s toes in Victor’s mouth was burned into her retinas.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a run-down motel, the neon sign flickering with an eerie glow. Ashley stepped out, the gravity of the situation weighing her down. She booked a room, paying cash to avoid a paper trail, and slumped onto the lumpy bed, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume permeating the air. Her phone buzzed again, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at it. Rachel’s words echoed in her mind: “You have to talk to him.”

Her stomach churned as she lay there, the video playing in her head on a loop. The sounds of Victor’s passionate sucking and Carlo’s guttural groans haunted her, and she found it difficult to believe the man she loved could share such an intimate act with his own father. Yet, there was something strangely arousing about the power dynamics at play. The thought made her feel guilty, but she couldn’t ignore the flutter in her stomach, the way her heart sped up as she pictured the scene.

With a trembling hand, she reached for her phone. The message from Victor was still there, unanswered. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. What could she say? How could she begin to unravel this tangled mess of emotions?

Finally, she typed out a simple message. “Victor, we need to talk. I can’t stay here right now.” She hit send, her heart racing as she waited for his response. The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity.

Her phone buzzed again, and she braced herself before looking. “Fine. Meet me at the gym tomorrow morning. We’ll sort this out,” he replied.

Ashley’s heart sank. The gym was their place, where they had first met, and where Victor had always been the strong, dominant presence. It was where their relationship had bloomed around sweat and iron. But now, it felt tainted.

The next day dawned, the sun’s light piercing through the dusty motel curtains with a cruel indifference to her restless night. She showered, dressed in her gym gear, and checked out, feeling like a fugitive from her own life. The gym was a twenty-minute drive away, and the tension grew with every passing minute.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she spotted Victor’s truck. Her stomach twisted into a knot, a heady mix of fear, anger, and anticipation. She took a deep breath and stepped out, the cool morning air doing little to soothe her nerves. The gym’s heavy door creaked open, and the familiar smell of sweat and metal filled her nostrils, a stark contrast to the stale motel room.

Victor was already there, lifting weights with an intensity that seemed to be a silent scream of frustration. He didn’t look up as she approached, his muscles bulging with each heavy lift. Ashley felt a pang of desire mixed with disgust, her mind reeling from the images of him with Carlo. She cleared her throat, and he finally glanced over, his expression unreadable.

They moved to the quiet corner of the gym, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the walls. The air was thick with unspoken words and the heavy weight of what they both knew. “What do you want to say?” Victor’s voice was gruff, his eyes avoiding hers.

Ashley’s hand trembled as she clutched her phone, the video she had recorded still saved in her camera roll. She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay strong. “I saw you with your father,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Victor’s eyes narrowed, and he set the weight down with a thud. “What the fuck, Ash?” he spat. “What the hell were you doing snooping around?”

Ashley’s resolve wavered, but she stood her ground. “What the hell were you doing with your dad?” she shot back, her voice echoing through the nearly empty gym.

Victor’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He took a step towards her, his massive frame looming. “That’s none of your goddamn business,” he growled.

Ashley stepped back, her heart racing. “It is my business,” she insisted, holding her phone up as if it were a shield. “You’re my boyfriend, and what I saw… it’s not normal.”

Victor’s eyes flickered to the phone and back to hers, understanding dawning on his face. “You recorded it?” His voice was low and dangerous.

Ashley’s hand tightened around her phone, her thumb hovering over the ‘Play’ button. “I had to,” she said, her voice shaking. “I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.”

Victor’s jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides. “You had no right,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, she thought he might hit her. But instead, he turned away, his broad back heaving with deep breaths.

“Victor, please,” Ashley’s voice was a plea. “I just need to know. Why? How?”

He turned back to her, his eyes dark with anger and something else she couldn’t quite name. “It’s complicated, okay?” he said through gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Ashley felt a flash of anger at his dismissive tone. “Don’t patronize me,” she snapped. “You think I can’t handle the truth?”

Victor sighed, running a hand over his buzz-cut hair. “It’s not that,” he said, his voice strained. “It’s just… it’s a part of me you weren’t supposed to see.”

Ashley’s eyes searched his, desperation and confusion warring in her gaze. “But why with your dad?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Victor’s eyes fell to the floor, his shoulders slumping. “It’s… it’s just something that started,” he said, his voice barely above a murmur. “It’s not like we planned it. It just… happened.”

Ashley’s stomach twisted into a knot. “How could it just happen?” she demanded. “You’re a grown man. And he’s your father!”

Victor’s eyes met hers, filled with a pain she had never seen before. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “We’ve had issues for a long time. This… it’s just a weird way we’ve found to connect.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Ashley felt sick. “That’s not a connection,” she spat. “That’s… that’s incest.”

Victor flinched, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “Don’t you dare judge me,” he snarled. “You don’t know what it’s like to have a father who’s never been there, who’s never accepted you. And when he finally shows you any kind of attention, any kind of affection, you take it. No matter what it is.”

Ashley’s mind raced, trying to piece together the fractured picture of Victor’s past that she had never been privy to. The muscular man she knew had always been so confident and self-assured, but now she saw the cracks in his armor. She took a step towards him, her voice softer now. “Victor, I’m not judging you,” she said, her hand outstretched. “I just want to understand.”

Victor’s gaze remained on the floor, his breathing shallow. “You can’t,” he said, his voice filled with a sadness that made her heart ache. “You just can’t.”

Ashley took another step closer, her hand still reaching out. “But I want to,” she said gently. “I love you. I need to know who you really are.”

Victor looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. “You don’t,” he said, his voice cracking. “You won’t love me if you know.”

Ashley took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to tread carefully, but she also knew she couldn’t lie to herself. “Victor, I need to be honest,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “When I watched the video… I felt something.”

He looked up at her, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Ashley took a deep breath, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “When I saw you two… I don’t know, it was weird, but I couldn’t look away.” She paused, searching for the right words. “I felt… aroused.”

Victor’s gaze shot up to hers, a mix of shock and relief flickering in his eyes. “You did?” He sounded almost hopeful.

Ashley nodded, her cheeks burning. “It’s not right,” she whispered. “But I can’t deny it. It’s like my body reacted before my brain could catch up.”

Victor took a step towards her, his massive frame seemingly shrinking with vulnerability. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. “It’s not your fault. It’s just… something that happens.”

Ashley’s heart raced as his thumb brushed over her lower lip, the memory of the scene in her head blending with the reality in front of her. “But it’s wrong,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What does this mean for us?”

Victor’s eyes searched hers, his expression a tumult of emotions. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his hand dropping to his side. “But maybe… maybe we can find a way to work through this.”

Ashley’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t ignore the attraction she felt towards the taboo scene she had witnessed. “I don’t understand,” she whispered. “It’s wrong. It’s your dad, Victor.”

Victor nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I know,” he said, his voice low and filled with pain. “But it’s also complicated. We’ve had a… complicated relationship. And this… it’s just another layer.”

Ashley’s mind raced as she tried to process his words. She had never been one to shy away from taboo subjects, but this was on a whole different level. Yet, as she thought back to the video, the way her body had responded, she couldn’t deny the attraction. “I don’t know if I can get past this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Victor took a deep breath, his hand reaching for hers. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” he said gently. “But maybe… maybe we can explore it together.”

Ashley’s eyes widened, her heart racing. “What are you saying?” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victor took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the line of her hand. “I’m saying that maybe, if you’re open to it, we could… involve you.” His eyes searched hers for a hint of understanding, a flicker of the same curiosity that had driven him to act on his desires with Carlo.

The words hung in the air like a punch to the gut. Ashley’s mind reeled with the implications of what Victor was suggesting. A threesome with her boyfriend and his father? It was a scenario that had never entered her wildest dreams, let alone her reality. Yet, as she thought of the video, the way her body had responded, she couldn’t entirely dismiss the idea.

Her heart racing, she took a deep breath and searched Victor’s eyes for any sign of a joke or a misunderstanding. But what she found was earnestness, a raw vulnerability that she hadn’t seen from him before. “Involve me?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victor nodded, his gaze intense and hopeful. “You felt something when you watched us, right?” he pressed, his thumb still tracing circles on her hand. “We could… share that.”

Ashley’s thoughts spun out of control. She had never considered anything like this, but the idea was like a siren’s call, luring her into uncharted waters. Her stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and fear. “What are you proposing?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Victor took another step closer, his hand sliding around her waist. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy,” he said, his eyes searching hers. “But if you’re willing, we could try it. Just the three of us. Just once, to see how it feels.”

Ashley felt the heat from his body, the familiar scent of sweat and testosterone that usually made her knees weak. Now it was mixed with the cloying scent of fear and doubt. Yet, she couldn’t deny the pulse of excitement that shot through her at the thought of being a part of something so forbidden. She licked her lips, her eyes darting to the side as she tried to imagine it.

“Just watching?” she repeated, her voice shaking.

Victor nodded, his grip on her waist tightening. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he assured her. “But maybe… just being there, seeing it, could help you understand.”

Ashley felt a thrill at his words, a dark part of her yearning to know what it was that had driven Victor to seek such a taboo connection with Carlo. “Okay,” she murmured, her breath catching in her throat. “But just watching.”

Victor’s eyes lit up with a spark of hope, and he leaned in to kiss her. The gesture was gentle, almost tender, but she could feel the desperation behind it. He whispered against her lips, “Thank you for trying to understand.”

The conversation about their impending threesome was awkward and tense, but as the days went by, Ashley couldn’t shake the images from her mind. The thought of watching Victor with Carlo grew more and more tantalizing, the line between repulsion and attraction blurring until she couldn’t tell which side she was on anymore. She found herself replaying the video in her mind, focusing on the moments where the two men’s eyes met, the silent communication that seemed to pass between them.

Victor had been surprisingly patient with her, giving her space to process while also checking in regularly to see if she had any questions or if she was ready to talk more about it. Carlo, on the other hand, was a ghost, avoiding her calls and messages, leaving her to wonder if he was as conflicted as she was.

The day of the proposed meeting came, and Ashley felt like she was walking into the lion’s den. She wore her sexiest lingerie beneath her gym clothes, hoping it would serve as armor against the onslaught of emotions she was sure to face. The three of them had agreed to meet at their usual spot at the gym, the one where Victor had introduced her to his world of heavy weights and sweaty passion.

Her heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit room, the scent of iron and sweat a stark contrast to the fear and anticipation that choked her. Carlo and Victor were already there, both looking more nervous than she had ever seen them. They were dressed casually, but she could see the tension in the way they held themselves, as if their clothes were too tight.

Victor approached her first, his arms open in a gesture that was both welcoming and pleading. “Thank you for coming, baby,” he murmured, his eyes searching hers for any sign of rejection. Ashley stepped into his embrace, feeling his warmth and the comforting strength of his arms around her. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to believe that everything would be okay, that they could find a way through this twisted mess.

Carlo hovered in the background, his eyes darting between them, a mix of lust and apprehension etched into the lines of his face. He looked like a man caught in the headlights of his own desires, unsure if he was about to be struck down or offered a chance at redemption.

They started with small talk, awkward and forced, the kind you make when you know you’re about to dive into a conversation that could rip you apart. The gym’s music played in the background, a muted soundtrack to their tension. Victor talked about his workouts, Carlo about his job, and Ashley about Rachel’s latest dating disaster. Anything to keep the elephant in the room at bay.

But the elephant was there, looming large, and it wasn’t going anywhere. Ashley’s eyes kept flickering to the spot where she had recorded the video, the memory of their intertwined bodies playing out in her mind like a pornographic movie on repeat. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her body betraying her with its readiness.

Finally, Victor took a deep breath and broke the tension. “Okay,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation. “Let’s get this over with.”

Ashley felt a thrill shoot through her, a mix of excitement and dread. She knew she couldn’t back out now, not after the weeks of agonizing over the decision. She nodded, her eyes locked with Victor’s as he led her to the bench press, the same bench where he had first taught her to lift weights. Carlo followed, his eyes never leaving the ground.

Victor turned to her, his voice a gentle rumble. “You can leave whenever you want, okay?” he said, his hands on her shoulders. “You’re in control here.”

Ashley took a deep breath, her heart racing like it was about to burst from her chest. She nodded, and Victor gave her a reassuring smile before turning to Carlo. The older man looked up, his eyes filled with a hunger that was almost palpable.

“Let’s start,” Victor said, his voice low and steady.

Ashley’s pulse raced as she nodded, her eyes darting between Victor and Carlo. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump into the abyss of the unknown. Victor began to undress, his muscular frame flexing in the dim gym light, and Ashley couldn’t help but feel a familiar stirring of arousal. Carlo followed suit, his eyes never leaving Victor’s body.

Her own clothes felt too tight, too suffocating, as if her body was screaming for release. She watched as Carlo took a seat on the bench, his legs spread wide, revealing the object of his desire.

Victor stepped closer, his sneakers squeaking against the rubber floor, the white cotton of his socks stark against the darkness of his skin. He looked over at Ashley, his expression a mix of excitement and trepidation, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her as their eyes met. He slid off his shoes and socks, the fabric stretching and clinging to his feet as he peeled them away. The scent of his sweaty socks filled the air, and she felt her throat tighten with anticipation.

Carlo’s gaze followed, his eyes widening slightly as Victor’s bare feet came into view. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Ashley could see the bulge in his own pants, the evidence of his arousal clear even in the shadows. Victor knelt down before his father, his broad shoulders blocking Ashley’s view as he brought the socks to his nose and inhaled deeply.

The sound of sniffing filled the air, and Ashley felt a strange sense of detachment from the scene unfolding before her. She watched, fascinated and repulsed, as Victor’s hand began to caress Carlo’s bare foot. Carlo leaned back, his eyes closed, a look of pure bliss spreading across his face as Victor’s fingers traced the arch of his foot, teasing the sensitive skin.

Victor’s touch grew more deliberate, his thumb pressing firmly into the sole, eliciting a soft groan from Carlo. Ashley’s heart hammered in her chest, her body responding in ways she didn’t understand. Her eyes were drawn to the intimate dance of fingers and flesh, the way Victor’s hands moved with a knowing confidence that spoke of experience.

Carlo leaned back further, his hands gripping the edge of the bench, his knuckles white. Victor’s eyes never left his father’s face, reading every twitch and gasp like a map to his soul. He took Carlo’s foot in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the toes, and Ashley felt a sudden jolt of wetness between her own legs. The sight was grotesque and alluring, a forbidden fruit that she couldn’t look away from.

As Victor sucked and licked Carlo’s toes, the older man’s breath grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly with every caress. Ashley’s eyes widened, her own breath quickening, as she watched the intimate exchange. The sound of their breathing filled the room, the only sound amidst the heavy silence of the gym. She could feel the heat from their bodies, the electricity of their desire, and it was intoxicating.

Her hand found its way to her own chest, her fingers playing with the lace of her bra as she observed the scene before her. She couldn’t tear her gaze away as Victor moved to the other foot, his tongue tracing the length of Carlo’s arch, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Carlo’s eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his lips, and Ashley’s nipples hardened in response.

The sight of her boyfriend, so powerful and dominant in every other aspect of his life, kneeling before his father in such a submissive act was more arousing than she had ever thought possible. The power dynamics at play were a tangled web, and she was both repulsed and fascinated by the raw, unfiltered desire she saw in their eyes.

As Victor continued to worship Carlo’s feet, the older man’s moans grew louder, his hands now gripping the bench so tightly that his knuckles were white. The saliva on Carlo’s toes glistened in the faint light of the gym, and the smell of sweat and manliness filled the air. It was a scent that was both familiar and foreign to her, a heady mix that made her feel light-headed.

Ashley’s hand traveled down her body, her fingertips tracing the damp fabric of her yoga pants. She watched, transfixed, as Victor’s tongue slithered along Carlo’s foot, tasting every inch of skin and sucking each toe with an enthusiasm that was both disturbing and fascinating. The intimacy between the two men was palpable, a bond that went beyond the ordinary father-son dynamic.

Carlo’s breath grew ragged, his eyes locked on Victor’s as he took in every sensation. His foot twitched and arched in response to Victor’s attentions, his body a canvas of desire painted by his son’s eager mouth. The scene was so intense, so private, that Ashley felt like an intruder in her own relationship. Yet, she couldn’t tear her gaze away, her own arousal building with every passing second.

Her hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing against the slick fabric covering her clit. The sight of Carlo’s bare foot, his toes curling in pleasure as Victor’s tongue danced around them, sent a shiver down her spine. Then, without warning, Carlo’s other foot began to move, sliding along the floor until it reached Victor’s crotch. He rubbed his foot against the bulge in Victor’s shorts, the fabric straining with each pass.

Ashley’s eyes went wide, her hand stalling. She had never seen anything like this, the raw, unfiltered sexuality of it all. The room spun, the smell of sweat and manhood thick in the air. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she watched Carlo’s foot, his toes flexing and curling as he touched his son in a way that was both tender and possessive.

Victor’s eyes flickered up to hers, and she saw the hunger in them, the need for her acceptance. She knew that this was his way of sharing something deeply personal with her, a part of himself that he had kept hidden for so long. The intimacy of the moment was suffocating, but she couldn’t look away.

With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch Victor’s shoulder, the muscles taut beneath her fingertips. He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for permission, and she gave a small nod. It was as if her body had made the decision for her, the thrill of the taboo too much to resist.

Carlo’s foot slid up Victor’s thigh, the fabric of his boxers growing wet with precum. Victor’s cock strained against the fabric, begging for release, and Ashley felt her own wetness soaking through her panties. The sight of the two men, her boyfriend and his father, in this intimate embrace was like watching a car crash in slow motion. She couldn’t look away, her body responding in ways she never thought possible.

Victor’s eyes never left hers, his pupils dilated with lust as he took another toe into his mouth. His hand reached down to grip the back of Carlo’s calf, guiding his foot closer to his throbbing erection. Ashley watched, her hand still buried in her own pants, as Carlo’s toes began to trace the outline of Victor’s cock, the fabric of the boxers stretching with every caress.

Her breath hitched as Victor’s hand moved to the waistband, his strong fingers hooking under the elastic to pull it down. His cock sprang free, a proud and formidable member that stood tall in the dim gym light. Carlo’s eyes widened, his breath catching, as he took in the sight of his son’s arousal. Then, with a hunger that seemed almost primal, he brought his foot up to Victor’s crotch, his toes wrapping around the base of the shaft.

Victor’s eyes rolled back, his mouth releasing Carlo’s foot with a wet pop as he groaned. His hips thrust upward, and Carlo’s toes tightened, a silent command for more. Ashley’s hand was a blur between her legs, her own pleasure spiraling as she watched the unthinkable unfold before her. She had never seen Victor like this, so exposed and vulnerable, yet so powerful and in control.

The sound of Victor’s breathing grew harsher, his chest rising and falling as he worked his cock with his father’s foot. Carlo’s eyes were locked on the sight, his own arousal palpable. The older man leaned back on the bench, his hand moving to his own crotch, stroking his own cock through his pants as he watched. The sight of the two of them, engaged in such an intimate act, was almost too much for Ashley to handle, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Victor’s hand was a blur as he pumped his shaft with Carlo’s toes, the motion both mesmerizing and horrifying. His abs tensed and relaxed with each stroke, beads of sweat forming on his skin as he approached climax. Carlo’s foot slid up and down, his toes curling around the base of Victor’s cock, the arch of his foot pressing against the sensitive head. It was a dance of desire that had Ashley’s own hand moving faster, her own need spiraling out of control.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of arousal. She could see the veins pulsing in Victor’s neck, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held onto the bench for support. Carlo’s eyes never left his son’s face, watching every twitch and groan with an intensity that was almost painful. The sight of them, lost in their own world, was both repulsive and exhilarating, and Ashley felt her body respond in ways she had never imagined.

With a guttural roar, Victor’s body tensed, and he erupted, his semen spurting over Carlo’s feet in a hot, sticky mess. Carlo’s eyes closed, his head thrown back, as he reveled in the feeling of his son’s release on his skin. Ashley watched, her own hand moving faster, as the sight of the two men, so entwined in their shared pleasure, pushed her over the edge. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her body shaking with the force of her own climax.

The room was still, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three of them. Carlo’s foot remained on Victor’s cock, the sticky fluid coating his toes. Slowly, Victor leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick at the mess he had made. Ashley’s eyes widened in shock as she watched, her hand still buried in her pants.

With a mix of revulsion and fascination, she observed as Victor’s tongue swirled around Carlo’s toes, cleaning them with a meticulousness that was almost tender. The taste of himself on his father’s skin seemed to drive him wild, his eyes never leaving Carlo’s. The older man’s chest was heaving, his hand still stroking his own erection, watching the erotic display before him.

Ashley felt a strange sense of power as she realized she was the one who had brought them to this moment. The video she had captured had been the catalyst for this twisted revelation, and now she was witnessing the darkest secret of the two men she loved. The scene was grotesque and yet, she couldn’t deny the allure of the power dynamics at play. She watched Victor’s tongue sliding over Carlo’s arch, the musky taste of his cum mixing with the salty tang of sweat.

Carlo’s eyes remained closed, his body trembling as Victor’s mouth moved to the next toe, licking and sucking with an intensity that was almost animalistic. The sight of Victor’s broad shoulders hunched over Carlo’s foot, his powerful arms flexing as he held himself in place, was both humbling and erotic. It was a stark contrast to the tender way he had held her in his arms countless times, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Ashley’s hand had stilled in her pants, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her body. She watched, her mind racing, as Victor’s tongue danced over Carlo’s toes, the act of cleaning his father’s feet an intimate and perverse form of worship. The sticky fluid of his own climax clung to Carlo’s skin, a testament to the depth of their shared passion.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Victor murmured, looking up at her with a smirk that was both proud and challenging. Ashley’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny the truth. The admission hung in the air, a new thread in the tapestry of their relationship, one that was dark and twisted and utterly irresistible.

Carlo’s eyes remained closed, his chest heaving with each breath, but she could see the smug satisfaction on his face, the knowledge that he had shared something so profound and forbidden with his son. The silence was deafening, the only sound the echo of their breaths in the empty gym.

Ashley’s mind raced, trying to process what she had just seen, the raw intimacy and the perverse beauty of it all. She had never felt so alive, so alive with the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of the taboo. It was as if she had stumbled into a world where the rules she had known her entire life no longer applied.

Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke. “I dare you two to… to make love.” The words hung in the air, charged with an electric current that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The prince left for the first meeting of the day, and I took the way to the archive section of the palace. But after some steps the vibrator buzzed in my ass, and I could not walk… I leaned against the wall and panted. When it stopped, I started to walk again, cursing my stupid decision. On my phone, I saw a message from Phil, saying, “thinking of you.” My heart melted, and I wanted him so badly. 

When I arrived in the archive, Oscar was already there and sipping coffee. “Good morning! It’s great to work with you again! So, the first phase of the project is to list all the artworks in this palace. But before that, we need to decide the criteria of “Art”. Everything in this building can be valuable, but we cannot archive everything and need to draw a line.” “That’s right, though probably very difficult to do that. But before that, I need to tell you something.” “OK, go ahead.” “You met my partner, the prince, yesterday. At that time, he noticed that you and I had sex. And he got quite jealous….” “What?? So the prince finds me attractive enough to be his rival? What an honor!” Oscar looked so amused. “But you can tell him that you are too old.   If you were half of your real age, I might consider….” “I have told that already, but he didn’t listen… anyway to prove that I am his, now I have a vibrator in my ass, connected to his mobile and he can turn it on whenever he wants….” “What!? That is so funny, but also stupidly romantic, I guess. I love that idea!” “Anyway, the vibratory hits the exact spot, so if it is on, I lose my control. If I behave weirdly, that must be the reason, not like I am crazy. I hope you are ok with that.” “Of course, of course! No worries! But may I tell my bf? He is also a bit jealous of you, probably because he has been fantasizing about you a lot. This story shall calm his jealousy.” “Of course, no problem. So you are in a relationship, is he a twink again?” “He is 21, but maybe more muscle type than my other fuck buddies. You might know him because his channel is also quite popular, maybe second-best after yours. His porn name is Johnny Stryker.” “What? Is he your bf? I always adore his scenes, very good camerawork… I tried to find that cameraman for myself, but strangely difficult to find him….” “Because it is me! And I am so glad that you like my camerawork! Though Johnny is not very happy, because I, as director, force him to endure edging a lot.” “That is the best part!” “Right? I have to tell him that you, the king of porn praised my direction and camerawork. Anyway, let’s work now.” Exactly that moment I felt the buzz in my ass and arched my back. “Oh, this is fun and exciting!” 

But the rest of the day was not very successful. Oscar insisted that the first stage should not be too ambitious and the criteria should be restricted, like objects meant to be artworks in the intention of their creation, mostly paintings and sculptures. On the contrary, I insisted that even if not intended as art, there are so many aesthetically valuable objects. Sometimes the argument got heated, but then the vibrator buzzed, and I started moaning. It worked like a comedy relief. At the end of the day, we reached the conclusion that we list every possible artistically valuable, but the first phase of the study should be concentrated in paintings.

The next morning, I was the first one in the archive, and Oscar was late by 10 minutes. When he arrived, I sensed he was sexually tense. “Good morning, how are you? Too much morning sex?” He looked quite frustrated. “Good morning. Well, not so good for me. And it is your fault.” “What do you mean? Did I do something?” “I told my bf that I am working with you…. Then he got very, very jealous, as I told you yesterday. But yesterday he insisted on quitting this job. I told him that you are just too old and I love him, but he kept saying nobody can resist you…. Hearing him say so, I got jealous, so it became awkward. Then I told your vibrator story. And he really loved that idea! So, I had to take his vibrator in my ass today….” “Haha, you surrender, always your young Apollo! Nothing has changed!” “You bastard, yeah, now I remember you experimented all the kink with me…. Anyway, the problem was, his vibrator is meant for live cam shows, so quite big, and the buzz is very harsh… to keep tips coming. In fact, it was how we met…. I was regular on his show and wasted a lot to give him buzz…“

“Haha, but I have the same one, and it is strong. You saw me yesterday struggling with that.” “Well, but you know there is an attachment to the vibrator…. “Oh, you meant cock ring-chastity one? That one is a hell…. I wore it once in a webcam show, and it was really hard… I quit immediately….” “Yeah….. The problem is, I gave that attachment to him, and forced him to wear that on shows and made him cum just with buzzing….” “So you are wearing that one too?” “Yes…. And he kept buzzing while I was on the subway…. Almost 15 mins… Now I really want to cum…. But that devil made me cum twice this morning… So I cannot cum anymore… Just constant stimulation and edging… He also declared that he will do a cam show in my lunch time, and connect my vibrator with the one in his ass during his show…. He is very popular and has many rich, loyal fans who tip the biggest amount all the time… For 1 hour he can make thousands… but that would mean they will destroy my ass, too…. I am scared now….” “You are scared, because somebody would be as mean as you?” “Don’t be that evil, you know he locked the chastity with a lock… so I cannot take it off, neither of them…. Vibrator and chastity are now connected, and to take the vibrator off, the lock of the chastity must be unlocked….” “That is inconvenient…. What do you wanna do? Do you wanna go home and talk with him?” “Hmmmm, I don’t know….” “Oh…. Now I see that. Though you are scared, you are very excited, aren’t you? You want to get assaulted by toys with your boyfriend, right?” But my triumph didn’t last much longer, because Phil thought of me…. And my vibrator started buzzing. This morning’s meeting was supposed to be an important one, so he had been much concentrated, and probably now a coffee break…. To let me know he had not forgotten me, he was very attentive now…. Next 10 minutes, I was useless as a colleague. At last, the buzz stopped, and I spoke. “OK, you accept me in this situation, so I keep my mouth shut for you, Oscar. But how about you join us for lunch? You can scream as much as you need in our bedroom, soundproof!” “But…. The prince is not very fond of me, right?” “Oh well, he finds you so sexy that he thought I could be seduced by you. He would definitely have nothing against watching you in sexual agony. Now I text him.” I explained the situation with text, and Phil’s response was exactly what I had thought. Reluctant on the surface, but very much excited inside. “Does it have to be so? Hmmmm, not sure about that…. Do we have to let him to be our bedroom? But if we do, I will prepare the sling, handcuffs, and video camera, just for caution. Probably his bf wants proof that your boss doesn’t cheat.” Phil’s message said so. What a bastard! “My meeting shall be over a little earlier than expected, so I will have a bit of time to set up those, so would you wait a little? When it’s ready, I will buzz you, like this.” Before I finished reading, the vibrator buzzed…. He was very much into that! Well, but I had to tolerate his behavior, because his experience in group situations had been nothing, though with me he had done so many hard nasty things. Maybe it was time to consider playing together, though not openly…. “Phil is fine that you join us for lunch, so no worries.” 

The rest of the morning was not eventful, though we argued a lot. Oscar insisted to create a catalogue connected with the plan for the Palace, and open that system to the public for research, but I pointed out that it is out of the question due to the obvious security problem, and also said there would be almost no chance that we would get the plan first of all. He seemed disappointed but gradually understood what he was assigned for…. Though this project would be a great, honorable landmark in his CV, the actual detail could not be published openly…. Probably he would get a professor job at the Royal College, but that would be in exchange for staying silent…. The palace was full of Hercules!

Around noon, I felt the buzz and got a text saying, “Ready! Come back now!” 

“Now let’s go to lunch, Phil has prepared some for us.” “Oh, but the show starts at 1 pm…” “But we need to eat something before that, right?” Then Oscar jumped holding his ass…. I saw a text on his mobile, saying “1 more hour”. I took his hand and guided him to the door.

 

When we arrived, Phil was already in a bathrobe and offered us champagne. “Hello, welcome to my apartment. Andrew told me you are in a difficult situation, but no worries, and feel at home. Have some sandwiches.” Poor Oscar was really nervous, in the presence of the prince, and the prince was telling about his sex life…. After some glasses of champagne and sandwiches, Phil asked, “Do you want to hit a shower? The bathroom is behind that door in the bedroom.” “Thank you, but it would not be necessary for the moment, but if you allow me to be alone for a while….” “Let me show you our bedroom then.” Phil opened the door to the bedroom. The monitors were on, and the channel of Oscar’s boyfriend was there. Next to the bed, a sling was set, and a camera was set in front of that. “I took the liberty to prepare for this occasion properly. The video recording shall be synchronized with your boyfriend’s show, and both will be recorded, so you can show him that you don’t cheat.” “Thank you so much for your consideration, but…” “It will be recorded on an SD card, and not any other device. I will give you that card, so you don’t have to worry.” The prince was very organized and efficient, and knew very well it was difficult to say no to him. But Oscar was still hesitating to oblige. “Let’s get naked, Andrew. He would be much more comfortable if we were naked, too.” Saying so, the prince took his bathrobe off and revealed his body. Oscar gasped when he saw the monster., Then, though reluctantly, he started taking off his clothes. When his underwear was taken off, we recognized he was half erect, full in chastity. Oscar put himself in the sling and placed his ankles in the holders. The prince approached the sling and touched Oscar’s dick and said, “it must hurt much, right? I know the pain too well…. And if you get too excited, you might stroke in spite of the chastity, but it is very dangerous. So, just for caution, I cuff your hands to the frame.” Now, poor Oscar was helplessly exposed…. His ass, dick, armpits…. “Now your boyfriend is online, too. So I shall join the chat room….” The handle name on the screen was “Sex-Addict-Prince”. “Oh, it was you! You were the one who drove me crazy and made me beg to stop….” I screamed. “Of course! Who else could he be?” The prince grinned wickedly. “So let’s start recording…. Oh, your boyfriend is still too much covered…. How greedy! For the upper body, 300points, for jock strap 500, and to be completely naked, 1000. For DP- dildo and vibrator, 3000…. And 5000 for cum. Is it his usual rate?” “Well, it is more than usual…. I am not sure if it would reach that much….” “No worries, I can make him cum.” On the screen the model said, “now I put my vibrator in my ass…. With your tip, the vibrator buzzes. If you wanna see me crazy horny, please tip me generously….” “So now we need to check if your vibrator is connected to his one, right?” The prince tipped a small amount. “Oh, thank you!” The model on screen said, and at the same time, Oscar in the sling gasped. “Great, it’s working! So, now the fun time! Andrew, come here on bed. I will put my dick in your ass. Or it is not fair for the gentleman in the sling.” “OK!” I said so, but I went to the dildo cabinet and chose a metal Butt Plug with electro shock function. “Yeah, fairness is important.” Saying so, I put that plug in the prince’s ass and connected its remote to the pc. “Now, when you tip, you can enjoy the sensation by yourself!” Then I climbed on his dick and sat in that. As usual, it was too huge and I thought I could not take that…. It took a little while to take it all in, but the prince didn’t help much…. When my ass felt the warmth of his skin, I opened my eyes and saw that the model on screen is already in jock strap. That must have meant that 500 tips were given. Oscar was twisting his body on the sling and groaning heavily. The prince was also overwhelmed by the sensation from his ass…. Though this meant he had tipped by himself. “This plug is so strong…. Not sure if this is the right choice….” Nevertheless, he tipped 500 to remove the jock strap from the model, and that caused a long hard buzz in the model. Then Oscar started crying and begging, “Please, not that much….. this is too much… Have mercy….” Unfortunately the prince was too occupied with the sensation in his ass and not listening. He tried to escape from the electro shock on his ass, and moved his ass like crazy…. And my ass got fucked deep and hard with tho use movements…. So none of us was able to appreciate the show, because our own pleasure was too strong. At this point in the show, other members of the chat room started tipping continuously, though it stopped around 2000. “Hmmmm, well, the strongest is 1000…. But if I tip that much at once, that means Oscar and I have to take that shock…. But I wanna see him DPed…. What shall I do?” “Please, no that hard shock…. I cannot take that….” Oscar begged in a wiry voice. “But if we tip a lot, then he will cum faster and your agony will end earlier, right? Probably it shall be easier for you.” Then he clicked 1000. But he was the one who was hit most…. He screamed and twisted his ass to escape that shock. Oscar was also screaming and begging to let him cum… Poor Oscar! Probably just some light touch on his dick or pinch on his nipples would give the necessary kick for cumming, but his hands were cuffed. On the screen, the model was cursing and shaking. Now 3000! He took a small dildo and started lubing it. But the prince typed in the chat box. “Oh, come on! Not that small one!! Take that big one behind you! If you take that, I will tip 2000 more!” “I cannot take that and a vibrator at once…. Sorry!” The model said. “Hmmm, pity, if I say 3000?” He had done the same with me often…. After the cam show my ass was always broken, though I earned much more than I had expected…. “You mean this big black one? I don’t know….” 1000 tips were added. Then the model started inserting the big dildo in his ass…. “You are destroying my boyfriend….”

Oscar said, “Please, don’t be that cruel… and I cannot take any more….” “Oh, nonsense! You love the sensation!” I could not help thinking this guy was really cruel and sadistic… and understood that he had been very nice to me, though I had been suffering from too much sexual agony. I didn’t like him that much, so, decided to get revenge on Oscar for the sake of an old friend. The model on screen was panting and groaning, obviously he was struggling with the two toys in his ass, though it didn’t seem painful. “Do you have pain?” The prince typed. “Not really…. But it’s overwhelming…. May I take it off?” “Of course not! Now here comes the promised rest 2000!” Hearing these words, I turned to face him without losing his dick from my ass. When he clicked the tip, I started assault his nipples and started to fuck his dick with all the maneuvers. “Oh no, what are you doing…. Why…. You! You are killing me…. Urrrrrrrrrgh!” Poor Phil lost himself and screamed. I felt him cumming in my ass, then heard the cry of cumming from the screen. The model came. But unfortunately, the setting for 2000 tips was 3 mins at the maximum level…. So the three… The prince, the model, and Oscar were subjected to the sensation for more than 2 minutes and 40 seconds… The poor model stroked his dick to be relieved from the sensation from his ass, but because he had just come, his dick was also very sensitive. In total agony. He screamed, “Oh my God. I am cumming again…..” Phil threw me on my back, and pinned me in missionary and started fucking me, in spite of the sensation from ass. I fully enjoyed his rigorous fuck… that was the right conclusion of the vibrating morning. With a cry of joy, I enjoyed my orgasm. 

When I came to my mind after the bliss, I noticed that other members in the chat room were still tipping, and the model was begging to stop. Eventually, he closed his show and disappeared. 

We stopped the recorder, but Oscar was suffering from too much sensation and not being allowed to cum. In sweat and tears, he was panting heavily and cursing the prince. “I am sorry, I was carried away too much. Your boyfriend is too sexy…. And you! You are so hot! Now you need to cum, right? I have a good device for that. This one. Very soft silicone and covers anything very gently but firmly. Then in a combination of vibration and electro effect, it feels like fucking an ass, though not really rubbing anything. Safe and fun!” The prince covered Oscar’s dick with that device, and pressed the remote. It was very unfortunate for Oscar that the remote synchronized with his vibrator too, at the same frequency… so he was attacked with all possible stimulation…. Vibrator in his ass, cock ring- chastity and then that soft device. He seemed like starting cum immediately, but because his cock head was covered, we were not sure…. So we kept the devices running for more than 30 seconds. Oscar cried once really loudly and fell unconscious.

 

Phil panicked and tried the key to his chastity on Oscar’s. Fortunately it worked, and he took the chastity, cock ring and the vibrator off from Oscar. Oscar came back to consciousness and said, “it was too much…. I need to train myself more….” “I am so sorry for forcing you this…. Don’t sue me, please…. I will never do this again. I apologize….” “Never mind, well, it was very intense and overwhelming, but I cannot deny I enjoyed it a lot. Maybe not every day,  but quite an experience. And my boyfriend and you were right. To have synchronized fun was something special. I felt like the bond between us is now stronger than ever. We went through the hardship together!” 

“Thank you for saying so, but my behavior was cruel and inappropriate. I apologize.” “I appreciate your concern, but it is really unnecessary to be sorry. But would you put the vibrator and chastity back on me?  Maybe after 1 hour or so? I don’t want my boyfriend to be mad at me…. Anyway, the butterflies will be out soon, it cannot be too bad.” “Ha! You are clever! It seems like the remote for that weird cock stimulator works with your toys, too. Let’s make the butterflies out first.” He put a heavy book on the remote, and the toys were buzzing for a while, but gradually it stopped.”Now it shall be fine….” Oscar put the vibrator back in his ass, but contrary to his assumption, his ass was so sensitive that he groaned. “Are you sure that you want these back? Really? So you are either really afraid of your boyfriend or in love with him.” I made fun of him. “Anyway, why don’t we utilize this situation and check the pieces in this room as a test case? This must be a good example of the private area of the palace. As you see, there is a lot to register and also be kept hidden from the public…. That cabinet in which the toys are stored happens to be from the 17th century…. Or the painting of Hercules beside that might be … well our anecdote says our king and Francois were the first in love making, and Leonardo was there to sketch that scene….. so you understand why we feel a bit reluctant to make everything public.” “Oh, well, as an art historian, those juicy stories are the best to get attention…But I understand your concern. But are you sure? The painting is magnificent….” “Well but the dick is so vivid there…. My ancestors wanted to keep it private, so we will respect their wishes.”

Geez this guy is hot… Leaving my Squirt app open last night may be a lucky mistake. The guy I met last night, “through a friend” (eye roll) was OK, but was a little selfish — no, self-absorbed, and the fuck… Meh. Maybe would have been better if he wasn’t looking at himself in the mirror the whole time. Perhaps it was me: maybe I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Eh, fuck it; you only live once!

Waking up this morning and seeing this little treat in my inbox has me horned up. Two in a row… Do I dare?!

He must be staying in my hotel due to his proximity on the app, so I send a message expressing interest.

He responds right away: he’s game to come over. Damn… nice, I think. His message says, “Just finishing my workout and ready for my next! ;-p” Ha — good-looking and funny.

I respond with my room number and start to sort the mess and freshen up before he arrives.

While straightening the sheets, I see a rubber on the floor. “What a jerk…” Last night’s date couldn’t toss it in the trash! Wait… What’s this? There’s no cum in this thing. I was a little tipsy and the poppers had my head swimming, but I’m sure he nutted. Did that fucker stealth me?!!!!? I thought I felt a little slick and sticky, but upon waking I just assumed it was the lube. Motherfucker!!! This guy pulled the rubber off and busted his nut in my ass. I do typically love that — but I would have liked to have been part of that conversation. I feel around and sure enough, I’m leaking… I start to the restroom when there’s a knock at the door. Damnit… Robert is already here!

I toss the rubber in the bin, grab a towel to wrap myself and answer the door.

Holy shit! Robert is a brute: broad chested, well over 6 ft, salt and pepper short trimmed hair, and still in his gym clothes. His manhood testing the limits of the fabric of his thin shorts.

He helps himself in and smiles at my attire — or lack thereof.

“I see you’re ready for me,” Robert says; “I like a man who knows not to waste anyone’s time. Being that we are about to get sweaty, I didn’t see any sense in wasting time for a shower.”

Man, he was hot, and his musk smelled like pure testosterone and sex!

Robert closed the door and grabbed for my towel, stripping me in one fell swoop.

I say, “Wait, wait… I was going to freshen up…” He grabs my head and guides me down to my knees and says, “Don’t bother, I want you just the way you are.”

I’m conflicted by his aggressiveness, but my cock is swelling. I like it! I eagerly tug at his waist band, his shorts struggling to get over his immense cock, which springs to attention when they clear.

He smells like a locker room, and like a bug to light, I’m drawn to his manhood, immediately taking him in my mouth. His cock warm and salty, its slight downward bend makes swallowing him deep an absolute pleasure. It doesn’t take him long to find rhythm with my mouth, grabbing my head, guiding me to his preferred cadence. He slows and pushes himself deep in my mouth and down my throat. I can taste all of him, his cock already dribbling with sweet pre-cum. He withdraws from my mouth, picks me up and turns me around and bends me over the bed.

I feel him squat behind me, spreading my cheeks, his breath hot on my ass. He buries his tongue in me. I’m in rapture.

Robert stops and asks if I have a load in me. I admit I do, and his grunt of excitement and the return of his tongue signals his approval. My head is swimming… I had briefly forgotten I was freshly fucked not but a few hours ago by a dubious date.

Robert is stroking me off while he eats my ass and I can feel last night’s load and his spit running down my leg.

He stands up and slaps my ass with satisfaction. Without asking, he begins to ease his throbbing manhood into me. I buck in protest and ask if he put a rubber on. He says, “Why?! You already have one load in you — that you failed to share with me, you dirty fuck! I’m clean, and you’re about to get a second!!”

His tongue had me gaping open and sloppy wet eager to be filled, rubbing his cock around my aching hole, legs weak. I submit, gently, but with purpose he impales me, his girth taking my breath away. His long rhythmic strokes are firm, his cock filling me with each thrust. I begin to fuck him back and his pace quickens matching mine.

He withdraws from me, pulls me back and puts me on my knees, pushing his cock in my mouth. “Here, taste your fuck buddy from last night,” and I do, eagerly lapping at his cock, tasting what’s left of my date’s deposit.

My cock is rigid and throbbing…

Robert pulls my head back and tells me to get on the bed. Lying on my back he climbs up pushing my legs skyward, presenting my wet hole. I reach down and guide him inside me. His strokes are powerful; with each he holds himself deep inside me and withdraws and re-inserts. He leans forward and begins to kiss me, fucking me faster. I reach for his ass, pulling him into me. I can feel him getting close, his pace quickening and cock swelling. His tongue deep in my mouth I feel him spasm. His whole-body tenses into a rigid state while his cock erupts a torrent of cum in my ass. His audible enjoyment while he holds himself inside me has me on the verge of exploding. I feel his spent cock begin to slip out of my well filled and stretched asshole.

Robert leans up and I feel his copious nut running down my crack. He crawls forward presenting his drained cum covered cock to me for cleaning. Impatiently, I take him into my mouth, tasting his cum, licking and sucking him to a glistening state. I’m stroking myself fervently while sucking Robert and he withdraws from my mouth crawling back down. He pushes my legs up and buries his face once again between my cheeks, his tongue lapping at the mixed cum spilling from my open hole. His tongue does the trick, and my cock explodes with stream after viscous stream. My body locked in rapture, mouth agape, fixed in a silent scream until the last rope of spunk is shot before I drift down from my cum hazed high. Robert eagerly spoons up my seed with his hand, working my own load into my ass.

Once satisfied, Robert has had his fill. I say, “Maybe we get that shower now!” He agrees and off we go.

In the shower, I soap him thoroughly, chest, back, ass, legs, and of course his handsome and generous manhood. While he rinses and I soap myself, cleaning my well-used hole, I can see a spark in his eye while he watches. I begin to rinse myself, eyes closed, when I feel him press himself against me, a semi hard cock grazing my own. He is so beautiful, glistening in the shower like a Roman god carved in marble, I can’t help but reach for him. His cock in a perfect semi hard state I stroke him gently, pulling him towards me. He reaches for me and firmly grips my cock with his powerful hands and strokes. He kisses me deeply and turns me around. I can’t believe how turned on I am by his power and his drive to fuck.

I reach for his generous cock and guide him to my hole. I back up, sliding his entirety inside me. I feel his cock graze my sweet spot and I hold him inside. He begins stroking me slowly. God, I’m in Heaven. My cock is swelling, and I rub myself. I feel the slickness of pre-cum running from me while he pumps my ass, when suddenly he says he needs to take a leak. Frustrated, I say, “Go ahead and get back in me!” Robert firmly says, “I plan to! “He removes his swollen cock and tells me to pull my cheeks apart and proceeds to piss — not in the drain, but directly on my open hole. The hot fluid pelting my ass was amazing. I eagerly begged him to re-enter me, grasping for his cock I pull him to me, his stream intermittent, not wanting to waste it, he places himself back inside me and finishes emptying his bladder into my hole. I can feel the warm piss filling my colon, his final pumps sending streams deep in my guts. He then begins stroking me with feverish purpose, his piss and previously deposited spunk running out of me while he fucks my used hole.

I feel his pace quicken… he’s going to cum again. I eagerly pushed back against him, wanting him to plant his seed deep in me, begging him to do so. He pulls out and spins me around and pushes my head down to his cock. Upon his cock’s exit, my ass gushes his warm piss out over my nuts and down my legs. Stroking myself, passionately I take him in my mouth. He pulls my head to him, placing the entirety of his meat in my wanting mouth. His spasms are powerful, his spunk viscous and salty. I swallow it all. I can taste his piss and my ass on him, the way he took control had my own cock erupting with a healthy nut, coating myself. Once his cock properly emptied, and he is satisfied, he pulls me up and kisses me. Robert says, “I suppose we’ll need to start this shower over now…” Yep, I believe so.

In hindsight, I was lucky last night’s date was an asshole. It’s not often I’m grateful for an unknown creampie, but thankfully Robert was. We had dinner the next night. And once again, we had a long fuck for dessert.

Part III

The utility room’s flickering bulb cast jagged shadows across the sports mat, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, cum, and egg whites. Doy lay sprawled, his 19-year-old body trembling, his golden tan slick with sweat and the creamy mess pooling beneath him. His 7.5-inch cock throbbed painfully, rock-hard again despite the intense orgasm that had nearly knocked him out, the plug Tor had shoved back into his wrecked ass sending fresh waves of overstimulation through his core. His tousled light brown hair clung to his forehead, his tight bubble butt clenching around the cum-soaked plug, every movement reigniting the raw hunger he thought had been sated.

Tor stood over him, his 6’2” buff frame a towering mass of muscle, his thick biceps flexing as he wiped sweat from his buzzed red hair. His 8-inch cock, still semi-hard and glistening with the frothy mix of cum and egg whites, hung heavy in his black shorts, the fabric stained with precum. His hazel eyes glinted with sadistic satisfaction, the bite marks on his bicep red and raw from Doy’s desperate teeth. “Look at this toy, still hard and begging for more,” Tor growled, his deep voice dripping with dominance as he nudged Doy’s thigh with his foot, making the junior jock whimper.

Kip, his 6’3” shredded frame glistening under the dim light, adjusted his white bandana, his golden-blond hair spilling loose as his green eyes burned with perverse intent. His 8.5-inch cock strained against his tight black shorts, the outline obscene, veins pulsing as a fresh bead of precum soaked through. He reached into a duffel bag in the corner, pulling out a spiked leather harness and a 9-inch vibrating dildo, its sleek black surface glinting menacingly. “Told ya, Tor, I came prepared,” Kip said, his voice a low, wicked purr as he dangled the dildo in front of Doy’s wide, glassy eyes. “This is gonna stretch you to your fucking limit, bro.”

Doy’s heart jackhammered, his breath hitching as panic and arousal collided. “W-Wait, guys… I… I can’t…” he stammered, his voice hoarse from Tor’s throat-fucking, his 19-year-old mind spiraling at the sight of Kip’s harness and the massive toy. His ass clenched around the plug, the creamy mix of cum and egg whites squelching inside him, amplifying his need despite his protests. His 7.5-inch cock twitched, leaking precum onto the mat, betraying his body’s craving for more.

Kip smirked, slipping the spiked leather harness over his chiseled pecs, the black straps accentuating his rippling eight-pack and veiny biceps, the spikes glinting under the flickering light. “Oh, you can, and you will,” he said, his green eyes locking onto Doy’s as he powered on the dildo, the low hum filling the room like a predator’s growl. “You’re our fuck toy now, Doy. Time to level up.”

Tor chuckled darkly, his thick fingers yanking the plug from Doy’s ass with a wet pop, the frothy mix of cum and egg whites dripping out, coating Doy’s trembling thighs. “Let’s get him ready,” Tor rumbled, grabbing the container of egg whites from the fridge again. He poured another generous stream over Doy’s gaping hole, the cold liquid mixing with the warm cum, creating a slick, creamy lube that made Doy moan involuntarily, his body arching off the mat. Tor’s fingers worked the mixture in, stretching Doy’s hole further, his hazel eyes gleaming with perverse delight as he watched the junior jock squirm.

Kip knelt behind Doy, his veiny hands spreading Doy’s cheeks wide, admiring the glistening, creamy mess. “Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he growled, dipping the 9-inch vibrating dildo into the frothy mix, coating its surface before pressing the buzzing tip against Doy’s hole. The vibrations sent a jolt through Doy’s body, his ass clenching instinctively, but Kip was relentless, pushing the toy in slowly, inch by inch, the stretch so intense Doy’s vision blurred, his raw throat letting out a desperate cry. “Take it, bro—every fucking inch,” Kip hissed, his shredded body flexing as he worked the dildo deeper, the vibrations pulsing against Doy’s prostate, driving him wild.

Tor moved to Doy’s front, his 8-inch cock rock-hard again, the wet spot on his shorts now a massive stain. He grabbed Doy’s hair, pulling his head back as he shoved his cock back into Doy’s mouth, the taste of cum and egg whites overwhelming. “Suck it clean while Kip wrecks you,” Tor commanded, his hazel eyes burning with dominance as he thrust deep, the head of his cock hitting the back of Doy’s throat, making him gag. Tor’s free hand roamed, pinching Doy’s nipples hard, then delivering another stinging slap to his cheek, the pain mixing with the pleasure from Kip’s vibrating assault.

Kip upped the intensity, cranking the dildo’s vibrations to max, the buzzing so powerful it echoed in the utility room. He thrust the toy in and out, the creamy mix of cum and egg whites frothing around it, the obscene squelching sound filling the air as Doy’s ass stretched to accommodate the massive 9-inch length. Kip’s veiny hand reached around, grabbing Doy’s 7.5-inch cock and stroking it roughly, the overstimulation making Doy’s body convulse, his muffled moans vibrating around Tor’s cock. “Cum for us again, toy,” Kip growled, biting Doy’s earlobe hard, his teeth leaving a red mark as he slammed the dildo in deeper, the vibrations relentless against Doy’s prostate.

Doy’s mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his 19-year-old body pushed beyond its limits. The vibrating dildo stretched his ass to the breaking point, the creamy mess squelching with every thrust, while Tor’s cock filled his throat, the slaps and pinches adding a layer of humiliating ecstasy. His cock throbbed in Kip’s grip, precum streaming onto the mat as his body hurtled toward another climax. Kip leaned forward, his spiked harness digging into Doy’s back as he whispered, “You’re ours, bro—marked, fucked, and owned.” The words sent Doy over the edge, his cock erupting in Kip’s hand, thick spurts of cum shooting onto the mat as his body shook violently, the orgasm so intense his vision went white, his raw throat screaming around Tor’s cock.

Tor groaned, his hazel eyes half-lidded as he came again, flooding Doy’s throat with hot cum, forcing him to swallow or choke. Kip pulled the vibrating dildo out slowly, the creamy mix of cum and egg whites dripping from Doy’s gaping ass, the sight so perverse Kip couldn’t resist dipping his fingers in, smearing the frothy mixture over Doy’s trembling thighs. “Fuck, you’re a masterpiece,” Kip said, his green eyes gleaming as he slapped Doy’s ass, the sound echoing in the room.

Doy collapsed fully onto the mat, his body a wreck—his ass gaping, his throat raw, his cock spent but still twitching. The creamy puddle beneath him was a testament to the depravity he’d endured, his 19-year-old mind shattered by the dominance of the two 24-year-old jocks. Tor and Kip stood over him, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat, their cocks still semi-hard, their dominance unchallenged.

Tor grinned, wiping sweat from his brow, his buff frame radiating power. “Told ya he’d take it like a champ,” he said, his voice rough with satisfaction as he tossed the empty egg white container aside.

Kip adjusted his harness, his green eyes glinting with sadistic pride. “Round two’s just the start, bro. Next time, we’re bringing the whole team,” he said, his wicked smirk promising more depravity to come.

Doy lay there, panting, his body claimed and marked, his curiosity not just sated but obliterated in a storm of perverse pleasure. The plug was back in his ass, sealing the creamy mess inside, a constant reminder of his new role as their ultimate fuck toy. As his vision blurred, one thought echoed in his shattered mind: What the fuck did I just unlock?

Teddy

CJ has just been full of surprises lately. First, he wanted to bottom. I had always told him that I was happy with the way things were, but to be honest, I loved being able to switch things up. The fact that he ‘practiced’ getting ready for it made me love him all the more. Being able to bring his cum covered face fantasy to life was just icing on the cake, or should I say, icing on the face. I asked him if he had more fantasies, he grinned as he told me about them, the next few months are going to be fun.

I had never really considered buying a house, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. We were going to be 30 years old in a couple of years, and it seemed like a good age to become homeowners. We sat down and looked at our finances, we both had been able to save up a nice little nest egg. Our landlord had not raised our rent too much over the almost ten years we had lived in our house. I think he was happy that he had a property that had a tenant stay for over a year. Other than CJ’s bedroom set and our living room furniture we really hadn’t made any big purchases. We each bought a car a year after we graduated, so we figured we wouldn’t need to replace them for a while.

We spent the next month driving around the city trying to decide what neighborhood we liked best. We narrowed it down to a couple of areas, we found a real estate agent and started to check out a few houses. The first few we looked at all needed a lot of work, while we could do basic home repairs, we didn’t want to take on a full remodel. Pat, our agent, also told us that we should go to the bank to get preapproved for a mortgage. We filled out a lot of paperwork and the bank was concerned about loaning money to two “single” guys. We were honest and told them we didn’t consider ourselves single. The banker said he understood, but it would be really messy if our relationship ended. He recommended that we apply in only one of our names. We didn’t really like that idea. Laws didn’t recognize us like a married couple and most banks tried to stay away from loans to gay couples because there was no clear owner if the relationship ended. The courts would decide who got the house in a straight divorce. He still let us apply for the loan, but we weren’t overly optimistic about our chances.

We decided to go to see a lawyer, to see if he would have any advice. We were lucky and found a good lawyer. After we explained our situation, he told us that he could draft a document that would lay out what would happen if we ended our relationship. Since we were both contributing equally to the down payment and monthly payments, it made it straightforward. In the event we split up, the house would be sold, and we would split any money left over after the house was paid off. If either of us wanted to keep the house, he would owe the other person half of the down payment and half of all the payments that had been made. Both CJ and I agreed this was fair, but we also agreed that we would never need to use the document. The lawyer typed up the document with all legalese words and we each signed it.

We took the paper to the bank, and it seemed to make them feel a little better about our loan. Our banker would submit it to the loan committee with the rest of our paperwork. We would have to wait to see if we were approved.

Pat continued to show us houses, but because we were still waiting for loan approval, any of the houses that we liked were bought before we could make an offer. She said she would keep showing us houses, but we decided to wait for the bank, so we wouldn’t get our hopes up, only to have the house sold before we could act.

We were finally approved by the bank, and they gave us how much we could spend on our house. We had been looking for over six months and were starting to get a little frustrated. We were getting outbid on houses that we liked, and the others were just junk. After we were outbid on yet another house we went to meet with Pat.

Sha asked, “Have you guys ever thought about a new house?”

I asked, “You mean like having one built from scratch?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

CJ asked, “Can we have a house built with our budget?”

She smiled, “Well, there is a new housing development going in on the east side of town. There are two or three contractors building what we call spec houses out there.”

I asked, “What are spec houses?”

She said, “The contractor is building the house before he has sold it. He is building it, speculating that someone will buy it. He has a base price, and he will allow the buyer to pick out the final finishes, like the wall colors, the flooring and cabinets. If the buyer choses to upgrade the finishes the price changes to reflect the upgrades.”

CJ asked, “So we can’t change the floor plan, but we can decide if we want carpet or hardwood floors?”

Pat nodded, “Exactly.”

I asked, “Are there unsold houses available right now?”

She again nodded and CJ asked, “And they are in our price range?”

She said, “If you don’t do many upgrades.”

She drove us out to the development to show us the houses that were available. The development was targeting families, so the houses were all three bedrooms and two bathrooms. We didn’t need three bedrooms, but we found a floor plan that we loved, and the price was within our range. Pat set up a meeting with the builder at the house and we started to go over what, if any upgrades we wanted. I had done my research and learned the builder had three houses ready to sell and was building two more. He was eager to sell before he built any more houses. CJ sat back as I went to work negotiating our final price. A few days later, we signed a purchase agreement for the base price, and we got the upgrades we wanted at no additional cost. The builder needed to move a house to make his banker happy.

Six months later, we were moving into our new house, and we loved it. The neighborhood was quiet, and we soon made friends with our new neighbors. Over the next couple of years, the development was full, and the sounds of construction were gone. The commute to our jobs was about 10 minutes more, but we didn’t mind that at all.

In 2000, we headed back home for our 15-year reunion, this time, Wendy didn’t even show up. A few of our other classmates were introducing us to their second husband or wife. CJ and I were still completely happy with our life together.

We spent the weekend with my parents, and we had lunch with CJ’s mom and sisters. His dad still refused to talk to him. I knew it bothered CJ, but over the last few years he had come to accept that he may never speak to his dad again. We, of course, made our stop to see grandma and grandpa, they were slowing down even more. Dad and Jeff were mowing their lawn in the summer and dad had convinced them to hire a house cleaning company to come in once a week. We took all of our nieces and nephews to the park for a few hours and had a great time with them.

We crawled into bed after we got home. CJ said, “It was nice to see everybody again, and Bob’s new wife seems nice.”

I smiled, “Yeah, I had a good time too.”

CJ must have sensed something in my voice. He asked, “Ok Teddy bear, what’s going through that mind of yours now?”

I chuckled, “What do you mean?”

He said, “I can tell you are thinking about something, what is it?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess I was thinking about all our friends talking about their kids and showing us all the pictures. I really had fun playing with all our nieces and nephews in the park…”

CJ leaned up on his elbow and said, “Teddy, do want to have kids?”

I sighed, “I don’t know. Have you ever thought about it?”

He said, “I guess I have, before we got together. I suppose I haven’t considered it since.”

I asked, “Is it something you think you might want to think about now?”

CJ thought for a few minutes, “Yeah, I would love to have kids, do you want to?”

I smiled, “I really do. Listening to all our friends and the time we spent with our nieces and nephews this weekend convinced me that I do.”

CJ gave me a kiss, “I think we should talk about it and start looking into how we can make it happen.”

I wrapped my arms around CJ and my mind started to race thinking about being a dad.

Over the next few weeks, we talked a lot about our options. We researched in vitro but we had no idea how to go about finding a surrogate. We started to look into adoption and even taking in foster kids. We found out that being gay parents would add a little wrinkle to being considered for option. We even talked about getting too attached to foster kids if we got one, knowing that they may go back to their birth parents. School was starting so we kind of put things on the back burner, for now. We kept looking at our options.

A few weeks into the new school year, I walked into the teacher’s lounge on my free period. Carl and Tom, two of my fellow teachers, were talking as I poured a cup of coffee for myself.

Carl said, “Yeah, what some of these kids have to go through is really sad.”

Tom nodded and said, “Hey Teddy, how’s your day going.”

I smiled, “Good thanks, and yours?”

Tom said, “Going good too. Hey do have that new kid, Nick Owens, in any of your classes?”

I took a drink of my coffee, “Yeah, he’s in my Basic Math class. He’s kind of quiet, but he is a good student.”

Carl said, “He is a good kid; he’s just had a rough few years.”

I asked, “Why what happened.”

Carl said, “He just moved in with the Harpers, his parents and little sister were killed in a car wreck a few years ago. He didn’t have any other family and has been in three foster homes. Peggy told me that she has been trying to get him adopted, but teenagers are hard to place.”

I asked, “Who is Peggy?”

Carl replied, “My wife, she is a social worker. She helps find foster homes for kids and if the kid’s parents have no chance to get them back, she tries to find them a permanent home.”

Tom said, “The Harpers are good people, maybe they will want to keep him.”

My mind went into overdrive as Carl and Tom continued to talk about Nick. I had my Basic Math class the next period, so I paid extra attention to Nick. He did seem like a good kid, and I couldn’t wait to get home to talk to CJ about him. I caught Carl after school, and he gave me Peggy’s work number. CJ was just as excited about the idea as I was. I called Peggy the next day and set up an appointment with her for the following week. I had to control myself so I wouldn’t tell Nick what was going on. We still had to be approved to be foster parents, and I still didn’t know what we had to do adapt.

The first meeting went well; Peggy told us that single and same sex parents were being considered a little more often now. There were too many kids to place and not enough traditional families to place them with. She gladly helped us fill out all the paperwork and began the process of doing a background check on CJ and me. We got letters of recommendation from several of our fellow teachers and our principals. It took over eight months, but Peggy finally called us and told us that we could be foster parents and even be considered for adoption. CJ and I were thrilled, I immediately asked about Nick.

Peggy smiled, “The Harpers are in the process of finalizing adopting him. He really likes living with them and we probably wouldn’t have pulled him out anyway. We try to give our kids as much of a stable life as we can.”

Disappointed, I nodded, “That makes sense. I’m happy for him, he’s a great kid.”

She smiled, “Don’t worry, unfortunately there are a lot more kids out there, we’ll find a good fit for you guys.”

We went home and waited for the phone to ring. Peggy had warned us that she may call at any time of the day or night. If there had to be an emergency extrication, we needed to be prepared.

We were starting to lose hope, when a couple of months later, we got a call late on a Friday night.

I answered the phone to hear Peggy on the other end of the line. She said, “Teddy, I have two brothers, that I would like to bring over to your house to meet you and CJ. Would you be available to meet them tomorrow morning?”

I waved at CJ to come next to me and put the phone between our ears, so we could both hear. I said, “Yes, of course.”

She said, “Are you ok with two kids, we really don’t want to separate the brothers.”

CJ jumped in, “Oh God yes, we wouldn’t want to break them up either.”

Peggy chuckled, “Hi CJ, I didn’t know you were on the line too.”

I said, “Sorry, I wanted him to hear this too.”

She said, “That’s ok. I do have to ask if you are ok with the boys being mix-raced.”

CJ looked at me and I nodded my head, he said, “Yeah, that won’t be a problem… are they…”

Peggy said, “Their mom is African American, and their dad was Hispanic.”

I asked, “Was?”

She said, “I wondered if you would catch that. The boys’ dad was killed…by their mom.”

I gasped, “Oh God, were the boys…”

She said, “No, thankfully they were not home when it happened. Now, I don’t want to get your hopes up, but with their dad being dead, and their mom probably going to prison. There is a chance that the boys might be available for adoption.”

CJ said, “We would love to meet them, what time are you coming over?”

CJ and I could barely sleep, we were so excited to meet the boys. Their story was so sad, we just wanted to give them a stable home.

The next morning, CJ and I were waiting for Peggy to show up. CJ asked, “Did Peggy say how old the boys were?”

I thought back to the phone call and said, “If she did, I don’t remember. Are you ok if they are teens?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, I think so. I just want to help them.”

I smiled, “Me too.”

We heard the doorbell ring and we both took a deep breath. I took CJ’s hand as we opened the door.

CJ

We opened the door to see two little boys standing next to Peggy. Their big brown eyes staring up at Teddy and I were filled with fear. They each had a toy truck under one arm, and they were holding each other’s hand with the other. It was the sweetest and the saddest thing that I have ever seen.

Peggy smiled and said, “Teddy, CJ, this is Evan and this is Roman.” She put her hand on each boy’s head as she said their name. She continued, “Evan is 5, and Roman is 3.”

She bent down next to the boys and pointed at us and said, “Boys, this is Teddy, and he is CJ.”

The boys moved closer to each other as their big eyes just stared at us.

We bent down and smiled. Teddy said, “Hi guys, would you like to come in?”

They both turned to look at Peggy, she smiled and nodded. We walked into the living room, and they sat on the couch, never letting go of each other’s hands.

Teddy sat on the floor next to them and said, “Those are some pretty cool trucks.”

Roman looked at Evan and back to Teddy and said, “Mine is blue, and it dumps.”

Teddy smiled, “Wow, that is awesome, should we play with them on the floor.”

I fought back a tear as I saw two of the sweetest smiles. They were still holding hands as they joined Teddy on the floor and Roman showed him how his truck dumped.

I was standing back watching with Peggy, I said, “They are beautiful boys.”

She nodded, “Yes, they are. Just take things slow with them. All they have ever seen is their parents fighting. I think they are all each other have.”

I asked, “Do they have any other family, I mean like grandparents or aunts and uncles?”

Peggy shook her head, “No, the grandparents are all deceased, and the only aunt they have is an addict, and I would never place the boys with her. I don’t think she would want them anyway. I’m surprised I haven’t had to take her kids away. Their dad’s family is still in Central America, I don’t think they even know Evan and Roman exist.”

I shook my head, “So, do you think there is a real chance that we can adopt them?”

She smiled, “Like I said on the phone, don’t get your hopes up. But if the mom goes to prison, I think she will give up her parental rights. If you are a good fit, I will recommend you for adoption.”

I joined Teddy with boys on the floor. They finally relaxed and let go of each other’s hands. Peggy brought in their bags. We made them some lunch and after she ate with us, Peggy decided she could leave. She would come back the next day to check on us. Evan and Roman were relaxing, and we had them laughing and playing with us. Teddy and I decided they needed some clothes, they only had a couple of outfits, and they weren’t in very good shape. We went downtown and bought them a few more outfits and some new pajamas. We then headed to the toy department; new dads have to spoil their kids a little bit, right? They had resumed holding hands the entire time we were in the store. We stopped at the park on the way home and played on the swings and the slides. It felt so good to see them laugh and smile. We topped off the afternoon with some ice cream. I wasn’t sure if they had ever had ice cream before.

After dinner, we played with their new toys for a while and gave them a bath. Before we met them, we planned to give them each their own room, but it was clear that Roman didn’t want to leave Evan and Evan was being very protective of Roman. We knew they wanted to share a room, at least for a little while. We tucked them into bed and read them a story. The first night was a little rough, Roman kept waking up, not sure where he was. Peggy had warned us about that. As long as Evan was there, we could get him back to sleep. By the end of the first week, both boys were sleeping all night. Peggy was making daily visits, and the boys were starting to feel at home. We were just glad that it was summer, and Teddy and I were able to be home with them as they got used to being here.

A few weeks later, Peggy’s visits were decreasing, and she told us the boys’ mom had plead guilty to killing their dad and was sentenced to prison. She also signed over her parental rights at the advice of her lawyer. We were free to start the adoption process. We were going to have to endure a lot more home visits and paperwork, but seeing those boys happy was going to be worth it.

My heart melted when Evan came running up to me and said, “Papa CJ, can we go to the park today, daddy T said we could if it’s alright with you.”

I said, “Yes, we can go to the park.”

I looked at Teddy as tears ran down my cheek, he smiled as his tears started to fall too. Roman ran to me and said, “Why you sad, papa CJ?”

I wrapped him in a hug and said, “I’m not sad, I’m very happy, buddy.”

As the boys were playing in the park, I asked Teddy, “Did tell them to call me papa CJ?”

He smiled, “Evan asked me what they should call you, I guess that was the first thing to come to mind. Roman actually came up with Daddy T for me.”

I gave him a kiss, “I love it, and I love you.”

Our next little hurdle to overcome came a few weeks later when school started. Evan was starting kindergarten and Roman was going to preschool. We were nervous about separating the boys. We dropped Roman off first, Evan held his hand as we walked him into the classroom. Roman started to cry and Evan hugged him and told him he was just down the hall, and he would see him after school. We were glad that our school had added the preschool class the previous year and that it was in the same building as the elementary school. When we picked them up after school, Roman would always give Evan a hug and we were soon into our routine and the boys liked school.

Once we were settled into the school year, we decided to take the boys to meet the rest of the family. We had waited until we knew the boys were going to be staying with us and had gotten used to their new home. Teddy’s mom was so excited and, of course, had to make a big meal for the entire family and invited my mom and sisters. The boys were shy for a while but soon joined the rest of the kids and were playing with their new cousins. Grandma Gladys and Grandpa Lloyd loved the boys too. Teddy was so happy that they got to see his sons, they were really getting frail.

As we were eating, grandpa let loose with the famous Baker laugh. Evan giggled, “You laugh just like daddy T.”

Of course, Lloyd, Bill and Teddy laughed as the boys giggled again. Teddy said, “No Evan, I laugh just like Grandpa Lloyd and Grandpa Bill.”

My family loved the boys too, at least the family that was still talking to me. I decided it was dad’s loss if he didn’t want to know his grandkids.

Over the next couple of years, Evan and Roman grew like weeds. When we finalized the adoption, we decided to let them keep their last name. We wanted them to have the same name and since Teddy and I were still using our own names, we thought that was the best solution.

When we introduced the boys to Lance and Tony, they decided they wanted to be dads too. They ended up going the in vitro route and found a surrogate. They ended up with twin girls and it was so cute watching a big burly football coach and a rough, tough wrestling coach being wrapped around those two little girls’ fingers. They made the perfect girl dads. Our boys loved the girls, and since their dads were Uncle Tony and Uncle Lance, they considered them cousins. We teased Tony for being better at fixing the girls’ hair since he was bald and had little experience. It was clear that Tony and Lance treasured those girls, and in the girls eyes, Tony and Lance could do no wrong.

We went back home for our 20-year reunion, proudly showing off pictures of Evan and Roman. The next trip home was not a happy one. We laid grandpa to rest and two years later grandma was laid next to him. It was hard for Teddy, but he was grateful for the time he had with them. Grandma made it to 90, and grandpa was 88, so they had a long happy life.

The boys kept us busy over the next ten years with all their school activities. When Evan was 8, he wanted to take piano lessons, so we got him a keyboard for Christmas. The next year he wanted a guitar and then he joined the school band and played the saxophone. We didn’t mind because he continued to play all three and was actually very good. We were just glad he never wanted to play the drums. Teddy asked me if I was disappointed that Evan didn’t want to play sports. I honestly wasn’t, I was glad to sit through every awful school concert, because when it was Evan’s turn to perform, he always nailed it and was much better than all the other kids. He was also a damn good singer. That’s not just a proud dad taking, he would later get a music scholarship to attend college.

Roman was our little jock, and like me, played every sport he could. Teddy and I would never a miss a game or concert and our boys were soon handsome, well behaved young men.

Teddy and I got our invitations to our 30-year high school reunion in 2015. The month before we were going home for the reunion, Tony and Lance came to our house for dinner.

Lance said, “So, we have something to ask you guys.”

I nodded, “What’s that?”

Tony said, “We want you to be our best men.”

Teddy laughed, “For what?”

Lance said, “Our wedding. They just legalized same sex marriage; we’re getting married.”

We of course agreed. The next month we were driving home from the reunion and decided that we wanted to get married too.

The week before school was going to start, we had a simple ceremony in our backyard. Tony and Lance understood when we told them that we wanted Evan and Roman to be our best men. Evan was now in college studying to be a music teacher and Roman was a senior in high school. He was planning on being a coach, like me.

Roman teased us, “You know, they teach us in school that you should be married before you have kids, did they not teach that back in the olden days?”

Somehow, I think he got Grandpa Llyod’s sense of humor.

All of our family showed up for the wedding, well everyone except my dad. Again, it’s his loss, I was done caring about getting his approval a long time ago.

Teddy and I walked out of our bedroom after we finished getting dressed. Our moms were waiting for us, and they pinned our boutonnieres on the lapels of our suits. Roman and Evan walked in from outside; they had been seating our guests. Evan whistled, “Looking good daddy T. And papa CJ, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

We smiled at our boys, all grown up. They were both holding hands with their girlfriends, my mind flashed back to the day we met them. They had come a long way from being so scared and holding each other’s hands.

Roman said, “Everybody is here, are you sure you’re ready to do this? I mean you two have only known each other, what, a hundred years.”

We all laughed after Teddy gave us his laugh.

Teddy said, “I think we’re ready.”

The boys held out their arms and escorted their girlfriends to their seats. They walked back in and did the same for their grandmas. They each took their place beside the man that was going to marry us. Teddy and I held hands as we walked down the aisle and stood between our boys. Fifteen minutes later we each had a ring on our finger and gave each other a big kiss. Evan and Roman each gave us a hug and went to bring the coolers full of beer out of the garage and got the party started.

Teddy and I walked hand-in-hand back down the aisle and started to talk with all our guests. Tony, Lance and their girls were first. Meg and Brad and their kids were next. All our brothers and sisters and their kids hugged us. Some of our fellow teachers were there to wish us well. Teddy had been holding it together pretty well, until he saw the next couple walk toward us.

The tears started to flow when Brian wrapped him in a hug. Teddy said, “I can’t believe you are here.”

Brian said, “Your boys called me and said it would be ok if I came.”

Teddy said, “Of course it’s ok, wow look at you, you cut off all your hair.”

Brian laughed, “Yeah about 15 years ago.” He looked at the man next to him and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Teddy, CJ, I want you to meet Jake. Jake this is Teddy and CJ.”

We exchanged handshakes, Jake was a nice-looking man and he and Brian looked good together. They told us they were getting married too and invited us to their wedding. We will be booking our flights to San Diego next week.

Once we had mingled with our guests for a bit, we saw Evan bringing out his keyboard and Roman helping him get it set up. Teddy and I wondered what those two were up to. Evan sat behind the keyboard and Roman was plucking on Roman’s guitar.

Evan said, “If I can have everyone’s attention, Roman and I have been working on a little surprise for Daddy T and Papa CJ.”

Teddy grabbed my hand as we smiled at our boys. Roman strummed the guitar and Evan started to tickle the keys. In perfect harmony they started to sing a very sweet song that was obviously written just for us. I knew Evan could sing, but Roman surprised us at how great he sounded. By the time they had finished, Teddy and I were bawling like babies, as were a lot of our guests. We gave them both a hug and after everyone complimented them, Evan told us he wrote the song and taught Roman to play a couple of simple chords on the guitar. They had sufficiently surprised us, and we couldn’t have been prouder. A few hours later, our guests started to leave and were soon down to just our immediate family. They were all staying at a hotel and we were going to meet for brunch the next day before they drove home. After another round of hugs, Evan and Roman and their girlfriends were the only ones left. Evan had moved in with his girlfriend a few months ago, he was so nervous when he told us about their plan. We both laughed and told him when we were his age, we were also living with two girls, and we weren’t upset with him.

We thanked them for their beautiful song. Evan was leaving with his girlfriend, and Roman was going out with some of his friends to let us have a little alone time.

Roman snickered, “I’ll be home at midnight, so please have things wrapped up by then.” He looked at his watch and laughed, “Oh, it’s only 10, I’m sure two old guys like you will be done and sleeping by 10:30.”

I said, “Get the hell out of here, or you’re going to have to listen to us. And just so you know, we can still go all night.”

He smiled, “Have fun. Love ya Daddy T, love ya Papa CJ.”

Teddy smiled, “We love you too.”

Teddy ran around the house to turn out all the lights and pulled me to our bedroom.

He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss, he said, “I have been waiting for this all day long.”

I smiled, “Me too.”

We quickly pulled off our suits and Teddy was laying on top of me, our lips locked together and our hard cocks rubbing against each other. Even though it had been over twenty years since the first time we did this, I still loved exploring Teddy’s body. He was still hot as hell. I reached down and grabbed those furry cheeks; they are still as firm as ever.

Teddy broke our kiss and smiled at me and said, “I love you.”

I smiled back and said, “I love you too, Teddy bear.”

We both rolled onto our sides and Teddy flipped around. We were now feasting on each other’s manhoods. Teddy was able to get me all the way down his throat. With twenty years of practice, I was very close to doing the same with his. We alternated between sucking each other’s cock and licking each other’s nuts. We both scooped up some the of the slobber that was running down our poles and began to probe each other’s holes. Moans and groans filled the room. Teddy pulled his finger from my ass, his dick from my mouth and rolled me onto my stomach. He grinned at me as I looked at him over my shoulder. He lifted my hips and put a pillow under me. I sighed as he gave each one of my cheeks and a gentle kiss. He spread my cheeks, and I was rewarded with a wet, warm tongue lapping at my pink pucker. Teddy used his talented tongue until I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt him climb on top of me and kiss me on the back of my neck, I also felt his python knocking at my back door. I reached back and spread my cheeks to allow him in. Teddy licked my ear as he sank in until his nuts were tight against my ass.

I panted, “Oh God Teddy bear, I love the way you fill me.”

His breath on my ear got even hotter as he began to pump in and out. I wanted his cock buried in my ass forever.

Teddy whispered in my ear, “I’m getting close, but I want you inside me first.”

I smiled, “How could I refuse an offer like that.”

Teddy rolled onto his back and pulled his legs into the air. God, he looked so hot in that position. Teddy groaned as my tongue swiped across that hairy little hole. I rimmed him for all I was worth and pushed inside his tunnel, damn, he tasted so good. Once I had his hole lubed up, I gave my cock what it had been craving and pushed in. Teddy and I made out as I started to pound him. Our moans were now perfectly synced up. Teddy’s legs were wrapped around my waist and his arms were around my back. A few hours ago, we were symbolically joined as one, and we were now physically joined.

I panted, “I’m getting close.”

Teddy grinned, “Me too.”

I smirked, “You know where I want it.”

He gave me another kiss and we quickly moved back into a sixty-nine position. We fondled each other’s nuts and fingered each other’s hole as he we sucked as hard as we could. I felt my nuts begin to tingle and my breath quicken. I couldn’t hold it back any longer and let my seed fly. Teddy did the same thing. As soon as our spasms stopped, we moved to share a kiss. We used our tongues to blend our juices, creating the sweetest cum cocktail I have ever tasted. We kept our lips locked together until we swallowed every drop.

I laid my head on Teddy’s chest as he wrapped his arm around me. I said, “I love you so much.”

He kissed the top of my head, “I love you too, and today makes my life complete.”

I smiled as I ran my hand through his chest hair and said, “Yes it does, it all seems so right. I know we have been living as a married couple for a long time, but this feels different.”

We held each other for a few more minutes and I grabbed my watch from the nightstand to check the time.

Teddy chuckled, “11:30, I’ll make sure to tell Roman we lasted longer than he thought we would.”

I smiled as I turned the watch over, Teddy and I both ran our fingers over the inscription. We both sighed as we read, “Teddy and CJ, Best Friends Forever”.

 

The End.

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Thank you for following our 30-year journey, we hope you have loved it as much as we have.

-Teddy and CJ – Best Friends Forever.

Jamie sat cross legged on their bed, laptop balanced on his knees, juggling multiple browser tabs in his search for their next collab. He flicked between DMs, their content page inbox, and recent videos from other creators, making notes in his spreadsheet.

It was pissing down as he studied a message from a potential performer who had reached out through their site last week: “Loved your latest video. Would be well up for working with Marcus if you’re looking for new faces and holes.”

Jamie clicked through to the attached links and watched a few clips. He actually found this quite straightforward. This guy was okay but not quite it: decent body, pretty natural on camera, but something about the performance felt forced. There were too many facial expressions and moans at staged intervals, instead of genuine reaction.

Another tab displayed a screenshot of a Grindr conversation from someone Marcus had chatted with before and suggested might be suitable. The photos showed promise: lean but defined, quite a bit shorter than Marcus, which usually worked well on camera. Dark hair and olive skin that would contrast nicely with Marcus’s paler complexion.

Jamie made a note in his spreadsheet under “Potential: needs verified experience.” Their system had rules. No first-timers, regardless of how attractive. No one without verifiable content history. No one who couldn’t provide proper identification and sign proper releases. This all not only made their lives easier, but helped them reach new audiences. They were still little Brit fishes trying to reach bigger international ponds online.

He switched to Twitter, where he’d been following several performers whose style aligned with theirs. One in particular, who performed under the name “Leo”, had recently posted about looking for new collaboration opportunities in Manchester and elsewhere in the north west. His feed showed a few months of consistent content creation, partnerships with creators Jamie respected, and most importantly, a performance style that at least seemed genuine.

Jamie added Leo to his shortlist and continued his research. By the time he’d evaluated twenty potential performers across various platforms, he had narrowed his options to three candidates who met their criteria. He checked the time: just past midday. Marcus wouldn’t be home until seven, after his late shift at the sports centre.

He composed messages to all three shortlisted performers with the same professional efficiency he’d applied to selecting them:

Hey,

I’m reaching out about a collab with Marcus (StudioM). We’re looking to shoot in Manchester on the following dates [see next message]. Ideally no rates for joint use and ownership, but happy to discuss rates for exclusive use on our channel.

We maintain professional standards, with contracts addressing content rights and boundaries. We typically shoot for 1-2 hours to create a 20-30 minute final product.

If you’re interested, I’d be happy to provide more details and discuss availability. 

Thanks 

J

With the potential performers contacted, Jamie opened their analytics dashboard. The numbers were good: subscriber growth had accelerated again, putting them firmly in the top ten gay content creators in Britain. Their monthly income had increased accordingly, providing a comfortable buffer in their account that covered not just the mortgage but maybe even allowed them to consider redecorating some of the older bits of their flat.

Jamie clicked through to the comment section of their most recent video. The feedback followed familiar patterns: praise for Marcus’s performance, appreciation for production quality, and the increasingly inevitable questions about the mysterious voice behind the camera. Three separate comments begged to see Jamie’s face or body, offering increased subscription tiers for even a glimpse.

Let us see you just once, please! I’ve been subscribed for a year!

Voice guy is hot just from his voice, bet the rest is too. Show yourself!

Would pay double subscription to see camera guy join in sometime. It’s like he’s me.

Jamie smiled faintly at the comments but had no intention of responding. His invisibility wasn’t just a nice touch; it was a boundary he had no interest in crossing. Marcus thrived on being seen: he strutted for the camera with natural confidence. He mentioned his online content on Grindr, he joked about it with their mates, and he didn’t care if people at the leisure centre knew about it either.

Jamie preferred watching, observing and staying behind the camera. Putting Marcus, and Marcus alone, on the pedestal was safe and secure for him.

His phone pinged with an email notification. A performer had already responded, expressing interest and availability for their proposed dates.

He switched to their editing software, making final adjustments to the schedule for upcoming releases. They had a few completed videos in the queue: enough for at least the next couple of weeks at least if they were spaced out properly alongside a few shorts and photos. Ideally, they would film with a new performer within the next few days to keep up the pipeline.

Jamie closed his laptop and stretched, his body stiff from sitting too long in one position. He wandered to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich, and ate it standing at the counter while scrolling through his personal social media. Here, he was regular Jamie: a 26 year old with ordinary interests in film, editing, photography, and the occasional video game.

He had his own editing career outside of their own videos. He edited podcasts, vlogs and various social media accounts. People liked to contact him here too, albeit for very different reasons.

The contrast between his online selves sometimes amused him. Most of his university friends followed him here, commenting on his posts about classic cinema or photography exhibitions without the slightest suspicion that he spent his mornings editing fucking videos that paid his mortgage. His parents knew he was making a name for himself in media editing, but generally thought he supported himself entirely through freelance editing for podcasts and corporate videos. This wasn’t actually untrue; just significantly incomplete.

After lunch, Jamie showered and changed. He had a legitimate editing job at 3pm: a weekly football podcast that paid modestly but provided a public-facing credit he could at least discuss at family gatherings, and was beginning to earn him some notice in the sports podcast space. He grabbed his laptop and headed out into the damp afternoon.

The podcast studio was located above a record shop in the Northern Quarter, a creatively cluttered space with walls covered in team scarves and vintage match programmes. Jamie greeted the sound engineer, settled into his usual spot at the editing station, and got to work cleaning up the latest episode.

“That last interview ran long, sorry,” said Ahmed, the engineer, leaning against the doorframe. “Guy wouldn’t stop talking about that VAR thing from Sunday.”

“I’ll cut it down,” Jamie replied, already mapping the edits in his mind. “Keep the tactical analysis, lose the ten-minute referee conspiracy theory except for 6 headline grabbing 30 seconds?”

“You’re a miracle worker,” Ahmed said with genuine appreciation. “Proper surgeon with those edits. Never can figure how you make it sound so natural when you’ve cut half their rambling.”

Jamie smiled slightly. “People usually say the main thing they wanna say in coherent sections. It’s just surrounded by waffle. Cut out the waffle and it’s still there and natural.”

The irony wasn’t lost on him: the same skills he applied to this legitimate work served him equally well in their adult content. Finding authentic moments, creating a flow, ensuring the audience focused on what mattered. Editing was editing, regardless of whether he was editing cock or (foot)balls.

He worked steadily for a couple of hours, transforming a rambling ninety-minute recording into a tight, engaging half an hour podcast. When he finished, Ahmed reviewed the final cut with obvious approval.

“Brilliant as always, mate. Got time for a pint? A few of us are heading out in a bit.”

“Thanks, but I should get home,” Jamie replied, packing up his laptop. “Got another project due tomorrow.”

Outside, the early evening had brought a break in the rain. Jamie decided to walk home, using the twenty minutes to mentally shift gears between his public and private work. His phone chimed with notifications as he walked: two more responses from potential performers, both expressing interest. He’d review them properly once he was home.

His phone chimed again. A message from Marcus:

Absolute nightmare shift. Some kid vomited in the pool, then a fight broke out in the changing rooms. Might be home late x

Jamie texted back a sympathetic response, then settled in for an evening alone with his planning. He opened his laptop and returned to his search, reviewing the new messages from potential collaborators. The first was promising but available only on weekends, which wouldn’t work with Marcus’s schedule for a little while. The second, a performer who went by “Theo”, checked all their boxes: experienced but not overexposed, physically complementary to Marcus, and available on their preferred dates.

Jamie drafted a follow-up message to Theo, outlining more specific details about the shoot they were planning. Marcus was a stud, but he was becoming so popular because of the effort put into every moment. Jamie might play the forgotten observer on camera, and it turned him on something rotten, but turning those moments into something hot on screen took time and planning. It was the one thing that distinguished them from any other random fuck online.

His phone pinged again. Theo had responded enthusiastically to the detailed plan, even suggesting a particular scenario he thought would work well. Cute.

He finalised the arrangements, scheduled the shoot for later in the week, and sent Theo their standard contract and content release forms. By the time he’d finished, it was past ten, and Marcus had sent another text saying he’d been asked to cover the end of someone else’s shift and wouldn’t be home until after eleven.

He was about to close his laptop when a notification appeared from their content platform: a new comment on their latest video.

The way his voice breaks when Marcus really gets going… that’s the hottest part. Don’t ever show your face. The mystery is everything.

Jamie read the comment twice, feeling the warmth spread through him. Most subscribers focused on Marcus: his body, his performance, his audible pleasure. Rightly so. But this viewer had heard Jamie – really, really heard him – and understood that his vulnerability was as much a powerful performance as Marcus’s displays of dominance.

When Marcus finally came home just after midnight, smelling of chlorine and looking exhausted, Jamie was already in bed. Marcus dropped his bag by the door and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

“That bad?” Jamie asked, setting his book aside.

“Worse,” Marcus mumbled into the pillow. “Manager asked if I’d consider taking on more shifts. Apparently my ‘rapport with the regulars’ is an asset.”

“That’s a funny way of saying the spin class ladies like your bum. What did you say?”

Marcus rolled onto his back, eyes closed. “Said I’d think about it. Could use the extra money for the kitchen fund.”

Jamie smiled slightly. “Actually, we might already have that covered. Numbers are looking good, and I’ve just booked a new performer for later in the week. Someone who might be particularly interesting on camera.”

Marcus opened one eye. “Oh aye? What’s special about this one?”

“Professional but not mechanical. Experienced but not jaded. And physically…” Jamie paused, considering his words. “I think you’ll like him.”

A smile spread across Marcus’s tired face. “You’ve got someone good Always do,” Marcus murmured, eyes closing again. “Your instincts are why we eat.”

Jamie watched as Marcus drifted toward sleep, still fully dressed on top of the duvet. He got up quietly, found a blanket to drape over him, and turned out the light. Jamie kissed his forehead, and then lay awake for a while. Three potential performers contacted. One confirmed booking. Analytics trending upward. Schedule maintained. Not bad for a day’s work.

It always started the same way. A look. A glance that lingered just a second too long.

Dean was over again—fourth time this month. I pretended not to notice at first, but I always did. I noticed the way his eyes crawled over me when I came down the stairs shirtless. The way Travis, my stepdad, went quiet when I bent over in front of him.

They never touched me when I was growing up. They waited. Waited until I turned twenty, waited until I came back from college—bigger, broader, hungrier.

I thought I was imagining it that first night. But the second time Dean came over, and Travis said “Why don’t you wear some damn clothes around here?” while never once looking away from my bare chest, I knew.

They were watching. Plotting.

That night, I gave them a show.

After my shower, I walked into the kitchen with just a towel hugging my hips, steam still clinging to my skin. Dean looked up from his beer. His eyes flicked down my body and stayed there.

“You always this proud of your body?” he asked, voice low, half amusement, half threat.

“I don’t hear you telling me to cover up,” I shot back.

He smirked. Travis didn’t say a word—just stood behind me, close enough I could feel the heat coming off his body. His hand landed heavy on my shoulder.

“Boy’s got a mouth on him,” Travis muttered. “Maybe he wants it filled.”

Dean laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was dark. Dangerous.

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

That was the moment everything changed.

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We were on the couch an hour later. Game was on, but no one was watching. I sat between them, body buzzing. Travis’s palm rested on my thigh. He didn’t move it. Just let it sit there, warm and heavy, fingers brushing higher every few minutes. Dean had his arm draped across the back of the couch behind me, fingertips grazing my neck.

“You ever been with a man before, Levi?” Dean asked, casual, like he was asking about the weather.

I nodded slowly. “Once. Not like this though.”

Travis leaned in. “Like what?”

I turned my head toward him. “Like being used.”

Travis and Dean looked at each other. Something passed between them. Approval, maybe. Agreement.

Then Travis gripped my jaw and kissed me—rough, hard, like he was angry I’d made him wait this long. His stubble scraped my face raw, and his tongue shoved past my lips like it owned me. I moaned into his mouth, already leaking in my shorts.

Dean’s hand slid into my waistband. “You’re hard as fuck,” he murmured. “You like this nasty shit, don’t you?”

I couldn’t even answer. My mouth was still full of Travis. But my hips bucked into Dean’s palm.

They had me on my knees seconds later.

Dean stood in front of me, already thick and hard. He slapped his cock against my cheek, groaning as I opened up for him. “Pretty little mouth,” he said, shoving in deep. “Don’t gag. You wanted this.”

I choked, but I didn’t pull back. I let him use my throat while Travis stripped me bare, his rough hands dragging down my boxers and spreading my ass wide.

He spit between my cheeks, fingered me open fast and sloppy, then lined up without warning. I was still on my knees when he shoved in—thick and unrelenting. I cried out around Dean’s cock, eyes watering as Travis bottomed out.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Tight little hole’s been waiting for this, huh?”

Dean tangled his fingers in my hair and started fucking my mouth harder. “He’s crying already. That’s cute.”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just a blur of spit, sweat, and the deep, brutal rhythm of two older men using me like their personal toy.

Travis’s thrusts were punishing. “You’re ours now, Levi. No more jerking off alone in your room. You want to come? You come to us.”

Dean laughed, pulling out so I could gasp for air. My face was soaked, lips swollen, jaw aching. “Beg for more,” he said, stroking his cock slowly in front of me.

“Please,” I whispered. “Fuck me. Both of you. I can take it.”

Travis yanked me up and dragged me to his bedroom. Dean followed, stripping as he walked.

They bent me over the edge of the bed. Travis spit again, lubing me up sloppy. Dean stood in front of me, holding my chin.

“You ready for both of us, pretty boy?”

I nodded. “Please. Fill me. Use me.”

Dean kissed me as Travis slid back in. Then I felt Dean line up too. I held my breath.

They pushed in together.

I screamed into Dean’s mouth, body stretched beyond anything I’d ever felt. But I didn’t stop. I wanted it. I needed it.

They fucked me slow at first, grinding against each other inside me, making me feel every inch. Then they picked up the pace—slamming into me, slapping my skin raw, filthy words falling from their lips like prayer.

“Take it, boy.”

“Good fucking hole.”

“You were made for this.”

I came untouched—body shaking, legs giving out, hole still stuffed full of cock. They didn’t stop. Fucked me right through it.

And when they finally finished, filling me full and pulling out slow, I collapsed on the bed, ruined.

Dean slapped my ass. “We’ll clean you up later.”

Travis leaned down and whispered, “Don’t worry. No one has to know. You’re our dirty secret.”

I smiled, eyes half-lidded.

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They said we were just running to the store.

Travis tossed me the keys. Dean grabbed a six-pack on the way out, cracked one before we even hit the end of the driveway. I should’ve known something was up the way they looked at me—like I was dessert after a long, dirty meal.

But I played dumb.

Let them steer me out of town, down a dirt road past the old mill, into a stretch of trees where no one ever went. No lights. No cameras. No chance in hell of anyone stumbling across what was about to go down.

Travis killed the engine. The truck went still. Dead quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the thud of my own heartbeat in my ears.

Dean lit a cigarette and leaned back, exhaling smoke through his nose like the devil himself. “Back seat,” he said, voice calm. Like he was asking me to grab a soda, not strip down and offer myself up.

I climbed back without a word. By now, I knew what they liked—obedience first, begging second.

Travis turned, eyes dark. “Take it off.”

I peeled off my shirt, then slid my jeans down slow, revealing the bulge already straining in my briefs. Dean grunted from the front seat. “Boy’s always ready, isn’t he?”

I nodded, throat tight. “For you? Always.”

That was all it took.

Dean climbed in first, pulled me onto his lap, hands already rough and greedy, squeezing my ass, dragging his teeth along my neck. “You think about this when you’re at school?” he growled. “Think about us fucking you in the back of this truck like a couple of dirty old men?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Every night.”

He pulled my briefs down and let them dangle around my knees. “You filthy fuckin’ thing.”

Travis opened the back door and climbed in behind me, sandwiching me between them. His hands grabbed my thighs, yanked me backward until I was bent over Dean’s lap, ass in the air.

“You’re gonna keep your face in Dean’s lap,” Travis ordered, already pulling his cock free. “Don’t look back. Don’t fucking move unless we say.”

Dean chuckled. “He knows his place.”

Then Travis spit—wet and hot—and shoved two fingers into my hole, working them deep while Dean stroked his cock right in front of my face.

“You wanna impress us tonight, baby boy?” Dean asked.

I nodded.

“Open that mouth then.”

I wrapped my lips around his head, sucking slow while Travis worked me open with brutal precision. His fingers scissored, stretched, pressed deep, and I whimpered around Dean’s cock.

“Fuckin’ music to my ears,” Travis muttered, lining up behind me.

The first thrust knocked the air out of me.

I moaned into Dean’s cock, throat tightening as Travis filled me, inch by inch. Thick. Relentless. My hands gripped Dean’s thighs for balance while my body shook from the stretch.

Dean grabbed a fistful of my hair. “You love this, don’t you? Being passed around. Used like a backseat cumrag.”

I tried to answer, but Travis started moving—fast, hard, snapping his hips against my ass until the truck rocked with every thrust. The windows fogged. The radio was still playing some slow country song, soft and weirdly romantic against the slap of skin and my muffled moans.

Dean shoved deeper down my throat, barely giving me time to breathe. “Take it,” he snarled. “Take all of it.”

I was pinned—one cock pounding my ass, another choking my throat. My body was nothing but an outlet for their need. I gagged, drooled, leaked all over the seat. I loved it.

“You hear that?” Travis grunted. “That wet slap every time I bottom out? That’s your tight little hole getting ruined.”

I moaned louder, gripping Dean harder.

Dean groaned, “Gonna fuckin’ fill that throat.”

He held my head down, cock twitching, and came deep. Hot. Heavy. I swallowed fast, not because he told me to, but because I wanted to.

Travis didn’t stop.

He pulled me up by the hips and fucked me faster, meaner, until I was crying out, biting Dean’s leg just to muffle myself. My body was limp by the time he came—deep, brutal, filling me full until it leaked down my thighs.

When he finally pulled out, I collapsed against Dean’s chest, shaking, used up.

No one said anything for a minute. Just the sound of heavy breathing, the soft fizz of the radio, and the smell of sweat, cum, and cigarettes hanging thick in the cab.

Travis zipped up, wiped his hand on my back. “You’re a good boy,” he said. “A little fucktoy we keep just for us.”

Dean lit another cigarette and handed it to me.

I took it with a shaky hand and smiled around the filter.

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Like to think I am a straight 32 year old guy, not married but admit I like to see men wearing tights jeans, shorts etc and imagine what sort of cocks they have, you know, cut or u cut, big, good assessment but that as far as I get.

I have a few gay friends and we meet up for a meal, always good fun. One guy who is a next door neighbour, asked me in for a coffee over a week ago which is when the fun started.

Dropped in Eric’s  around lunchtime for anaþer and a snack. Have to admit Eric is fit, around my age and always sports a hefty bulge in whatever he wears, great ass as well.

After lunch he said “Hey Rob, you fancy coming fancy dress party next Saturday??, it’s all guys to wear morph type lycra suits, you batman, superman any sort of hero of any sort. I already have mine going as Robin Hood, will get it to show you” he was back in the living in 5 mins holding a scrap of green and brown material, which open up to reveal a full length morphsuit with green legs, the top was brown and a rear zipper. “”Fuck me,Eric not much of it is there?”

Eric said he would try it on and had a spare suit for me if I fancied going. He removed his shirt and tracksuit bottoms, and to my horror he was naked underneath but what a fucking gorgeous cock and balls all beautifully shaved too. He saw me looking and smiled, “Hey Rob, most of the guys are gay, and thestraight like to show off their equipment, so you just slip it on without a jock or thong”

I realised I was still looking at his amazing thick cock with a large cut head, and must have been 7″ long and soft, nice large balls too. I dragged my eyes away and I realised I was very hot.

“Come on Rob, strip off and try this suit on, it’s Will Scarlet, so all in red”

I removed my top, trousers and jock strap and stood feeling totally embarrassed, I am fit BUT only have a cock about 2″ and small balls.

Eric pulled his suit on,, I zipped him up and he turned around, his magnificent cock and balls looked even bigger in his morphsuit, I pulled mine on, fitted like a 2nd skin and showed off my muscles well, until you looked in my crotch and there was tangerine sized package.

“Sorry Eric I can’t go like this it is soooo embarassing”

Eric looked at me, “A few months ago I was like you, so pull off your suit to your knees sit on the bed and wait a minute” he was back in a jiffy with a glass of water and a large pink tablet.

“If you want to be a it larger in the cock dept try this, bought 3 some weeks ago from the dark net,supposed to enhance you manhood and they fucking work”

Sod it, I thought I can only die and swallowed it.  20 minutes later my crotch started getting really warm and a little painful. Eric looked over,  “Its ok Rob, it’s starting to work, in  30 minutes it will be over.

I looked down, Eric came and sat alongside me and put his arm around myshoulder, shit I didn’t mind, in fact I enjoyed it. Then his hand was on my thigh stroking it, mmmmm lovely, fuck what’s happening to me. My cock started to throb and I watch it swell and grow, it’s now 5″ long hard and thick, lovely red head on it, my balls are swelling too. 25 minutes later I am sporting a rock hard cock about 10″ long, large throbbing balls and Eric just looked at me and said “Hey big boy, how about a blow job?”

Never in my life have i ever entertained such a thought, but now my balls are bursting, my cock dripping pre, so I said “Go ahead “

He licked and sucked my cock, i yelled and shot a huge load of cum into his mouth, which he gulped down “Amazing and gorgeous” he said “Now pull up that suit”

He zipped me up , we looked in the mirror, two great guys arms around each other’s shoulders sporting monster cocks and balls, will tiny wet spots on our suits of pre.

“One more thing Rob, unzip my suit to my thighs i will undo yours”

We did he turned around bent of the bent ass in the air and simply said “FUCK ME ROB”

Never done this before but my huge weapon found his hole and I pushed inside until I was all in then slowly fucked him, my balls contracted and I burst another huge load into him. I pulled out still dripped he wiped some of my cum onto his hands, turned me around and smeared it over my hole, the p,ace his cock at the entrance and pushed. It was fucking agony but I loved it, then he was in, and fucking good and hard, he shot a load of cum I side me, pulled out and we licked each other clean, think I might be gay.  

We moved in together and we to the party, but that’s another story

Chris didn’t wait for a response.

He grabbed my waist, pulled me up off my knees, and nudged me forward onto the bed like he was flipping me into position. My knees hit the mattress, chest still low, Adam adjusted himself on the bed and his cock was still throbbing in front of my face. I barely had time to breathe before Chris spread my thighs wider from behind.

“Right there,” Chris said, voice low. “Don’t move.”

And then…his mouth.

Wet and hot and hungry. I flinched when I felt his tongue swipe up the crack of my ass, slow and deliberate. He didn’t waste time. He went straight for it, lips pressed to my hole, tongue circling, tasting.

Adam’s cock was standing at a perfect 90-degree angle.

Thick. Veiny. Red at the tip. And twitching.

I adjusted my head and leaned towards Adam’s cock and once again took him in my mouth.

His cock was hot and hard and pulsing on my tongue. I wrapped my lips tighter around it, dragged my mouth down the shaft, then pulled back slowly with a long suck that made his thighs twitch. My hands slid up the backs of his legs. I moaned a little just to hear his reaction.

My mouth was full with Adam’s cock . My body was arching while Chris was fucking feasting on my ass like he hadn’t eaten in days….tongue slipping in and out, fingers digging into my hips to hold me still. He licked me open with slow, deep swipes. Then faster, more focused. His tongue curled, pressed inside. Hot. Wet. Dirty.

Chris’s fingers started spreading me wider while his tongue drilled deeper inside me. His breath was hot, his stubble scratched lightly around my rim, and my whole body jerked every time he flicked his tongue in.

My hands were on Adam’s thighs, my head bobbing, spit dripping down my chin and stringing between my lips and his shaft.

Chris licked me like he was addicted. Deep. Slow. Then fast again. His tongue was wild. His hands gripped my hips harder, and when I moaned around Adam’s cock, Adam growled.

“F–fuck,” he breathed. “Your mouth… holy shit…”

I sucked harder. Not just to impress him….but because I wanted to. I wanted to drain him while Chris made my knees weak from behind. I wanted to lose myself in both of them.

“God,” I mumbled around the shaft in my throat, “fuck me, Chris…”

And he did.

I didn’t even hear the condom tear open. But suddenly, the wet glide of lube replaced his tongue, and then….

“Ohhh……fuck…” I gasped out as I felt him push into me.

It wasn’t fast. Chris took his time. Inch by inch, his cock spread me open, and I moaned as I sank lower on Adam’s dick to match the rhythm. My lips sealed around Adam’s head, just as Chris bottomed out.

“Shit,” I groaned, body trembling. “That’s so—deep…”

Chris didn’t say anything, but I could hear his breathing change. Hear his soft grunts as he pulled back and slid in again. The way his hips smacked into my ass with every thrust. He knew this wasn’t about teasing anymore.

It was full-on fucking.

And Adam… Adam was watching the whole thing.

He reached down and held my head. Not rough. Just firm. Like he wanted to feel everything. His fingers tangled in my hair as he fed himself slowly into my throat, inch by inch, with this stunned look on his face. His brows drawn tight. His chest rising and falling fast.

“Damn, Leo,” he murmured. “ I didn’t know guys were this good with their mouths”

Chris slammed into me harder. His grunts louder now. My eyes rolled back. I was full. My mouth full. My ass full. My body was shaking from pleasure in both directions and I couldn’t even speak….I could only moan around Adam’s cock as Chris fucked me harder from behind.

“You like that?” Chris grunted, digging into my hips. “Like being used by both of us?”

I couldn’t answer.

I just swallowed Adam deeper.

Sloppy sounds filled the room, wet slaps, breathy moans, the occasional fuck from Adam’s lips when I took him all the way in. Chris’s balls slapped against mine. His rhythm was relentless.

“Oh my God,” Adam gasped. “Don’t stop, Leo…..fuck…..don’t stop…….”

He was close.

I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed under my hands. The way his breathing sharpened. The way his cock twitched on my tongue. I sucked deeper, faster. Flattened my tongue. Swirled it around the base before sinking again. My eyes flicked up to watch his face.

That face was blissed-out.

And suddenly, I felt it.

Chris’s grip tightened. His thrusts turned wild. His body tensed behind me.

“Fuck…..fuck….Leo…I’m…” he moaned.

I gripped Adam harder and let him use my throat. Chris slammed into me once, twice more…

Then….

“Fuuuck!” Adam cried out, shooting hot down my throat.

Chris groaned and bit down lightly on my shoulder, burying himself inside me as his own orgasm hit, hips jerking uncontrollably. His moans were raw, low, breathless against my skin.

My whole body shook.

I swallowed Adam’s load like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Chris collapsed forward, his arms wrapping around my chest, his cock twitching still deep inside me.

I was still on my knees, Adam in front of me, Chris buried behind me, my body shaking between them.

And I realized….

I’d just taken two loads at the same time.

One deep in my throat, from my hot, probably-still-“straight” neighbor.

The other filling my hole from my filthy fuck buddy.

Adam was still twitching in my mouth. His cock still pulsing. Still leaking the final drops.

“Dude,” he gasped, staring down at me like I’d ruined his life. “You have to like… blow me every single day after work.”

I slowly pulled off his cock, strings of cum connecting us. A glistening mess from his tip to my lips.

Chris was still behind me, probably shaking from the orgasm he’d just unloaded into my ass.

And I laughed. Giddy. Exhausted. Fucked stupid.

“It’s a good thing you live right across the street,” I murmured, licking my lips. “Just stand at the window shirtless and I’ll be over in just under two minutes..”

Adam grinned. “Right after work, I’ll unload in you.”

He said it like a promise. Then walked backwards, grabbed his shorts off the floor and wore them loosely around his waist, tossed his T-shirt over his shoulder and left.

I turned to Chris, still catching his breath.

Adam meant it when he said “Dude,,You have to like… blow me every single day after work.”

I’m not even sure how it became routine.

Monday to Friday, I gave Adam the kind of stress relief most guys only dream about. He’d get home from work around six-thirty. Still in his dress socks, tie loose, chest rising under that tight undershirt as he stood in front of the window, always in his trunks, like it was our unspoken signal.

The first day, he texted:

“I’m at the window.”

And like a trained dog, I was out my door, across the alley, knocking on his door. No questions. Just heat.

I dropped to my knees. He didn’t have to say a word. I sucked him off like it was my last meal. Hands on his thighs. My nose buried against him. Swallowing everything. And when I left, I could still taste him on my tongue.

It only took one text on Monday for me to learn his routine.

By Tuesday, I was already waiting, casually glancing at the clock around 6:30, pretending I wasn’t checking the alley window every other minute. And sure enough, there he was….late by three minutes, but still in those same Calvin Klein trunks, still leaning against the sill like he owned me. He didn’t text. He didn’t have to.

By Wednesday, it was Pavlovian. I was already half-hard before I even knocked on his door.

By Thursday, I started to get cocky with it. Pushed deeper. Let him fuck my throat, gag me a little, moan against him just to feel him twitch. He never talked much during it. Mostly just deep breathing, some rough grunts, a hand on the back of my neck. But that day?

He let out this low groan and whispered, “Fucking hell… you are my throat goat.”

I nearly laughed with his cock in my mouth. But also? That did things to me.

Friday was wild. He came so fast I didn’t even get my shorts off. Something about the way he was already half hard when I walked in. His hands trembled a little when he pulled me closer. I tasted him for hours after.

And then… Saturday.

I waited.

Same time. Same place. Sat in my window seat, sketchpad in my lap but no real intention to draw. Just glancing across every few minutes. Expecting him. Needing him.

Nothing.

Five minutes pass. Ten. Fifteen.

I check my phone. No message. I consider texting him. I even type out,
“You back?”
But I don’t send it. I don’t want to be that guy. Clingy. Obsessive.
I mean i was definitely obsessed with my hot neighbor, but I couldn’t show that.

Instead, I clean the kitchen. Fold some laundry. Dust the damn bookshelf like it matters. But I keep glancing up.

Still nothing.

By the time 45 minutes pass, I’ve convinced myself he’s ghosted. That maybe I did too much. Maybe I made it weird. Maybe I should’ve pulled back on Friday instead of deepthroating him until he collapsed back on the bed, sweaty and panting like I’d blown his soul out.

So I retreat to the canvas. My safe space.

I paint. Big, messy strokes. Reds and grays and this anxious kind of blue that makes my teeth hurt when I look at it. I’m not thinking…just moving. Just trying not to feel the weird hollowness in my chest. The craving.

Then I glance up again.

And there he is.

Adam.

In the window. Fully dressed this time. Not in his work clothes…no. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, open just enough to show off the cling of his shirt underneath. His hair looks slightly wet. Maybe gelled. His jaw’s clenched, but there’s a looseness to his posture, like he just got back from somewhere loud.

And he’s not alone.

There’s a woman with him.

She steps into view like she belongs there. Laughs at something he says. Tosses her hair over one shoulder and drops onto Adam’s bed.

I freeze.

Suddenly I’m hyper-aware of everything. My unwashed paint-stained shirt. The fact that my tongue still remembers what his dick tastes like. The week I spent choking on him while he grunted and pulled my hair like I was just some toy.

My stomach knots.

I watch, unable to stop myself. He offers her a drink. Her laugh is louder this time. She stretches her legs out, kicks her heels off, and when he sits down beside her, she leans in like it’s natural. Like she knows that space belongs to her.

I should look away.

I don’t.

My fingers tighten around the brush. Red paint splashes across the canvas. It looks violent now.

I know what this is. I’ve seen this scene before. Not here, but in a hundred different guys. “Straight” until someone’s watching. “Curious” until they get what they want. I was fun for the week. The convenient fuck. The secret. The mouth that doesn’t talk back.

She kisses him.

It’s soft at first. Then deeper. Her hand moves to his thigh.

I can’t breathe.

I close the curtain. Slowly. Like it’ll hurt less that way.

I couldn’t watch the man I was obsessed with kiss someone else.

I sink back into the living room and throw on some rom-com. Something brainless. Something stupid. But the tears surprise me. Just one or two, sliding down while some overly attractive actor on screen delivers a line that’s meant to be swoony. I can’t even hear it.

My throat feels dry. Not like before.

By now, most nights, I’d be kneeling for him. I’d have his cock down my throat. I’d be swallowing everything he gave me without a second thought. My lips would be bruised. My knees sore. My chest heaving with pride and hunger and whatever the fuck this thing is that he makes me feel.

But not tonight.

Fifteen minutes pass. Maybe twenty. I’m not watching the movie. I’m just thinking about him. His mouth. His voice. The quiet way he groans when I take him deep.

I can’t take it anymore. I get up. My feet move before I’ve even decided. I walk to the window. Gently pull back the curtain.

And there he is.

His back to the glass. Naked. Bare ass jiggling.

He’s fucking her.

I freeze. My breath catches.

He’s panting. Aggressive. His hips driving forward in rough, deep strokes. She’s bent over the edge of the bed, face buried in the pillows, her body jolting with every thrust. He’s holding her hair in one hand, the other gripping his own hip, steadying himself.

My chest goes cold.

That should’ve been me.

I should be on my knees. Or bent over for him. Or under him. Anywhere, as long as it was me.

I feel it…jealousy. Sharp. Ugly. Hot.

I hate her.

I hate how her moans are echoing through the alley. I hate the way his muscles tense, the way sweat drips down his spine, the way I know exactly what he feels like in this moment…..because I’ve felt it, tasted it, craved it all fucking week.

And just when I think I can’t take another second…

He turns.

Looks straight at me.

A slow, deliberate smirk tugs at his lips.

Then, without missing a beat, he keeps fucking her.

Smirking, I exhaled and muttered, “Mission successful.”

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