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I used to wear a pair of ass-less underwear, still have them. They covered the front like underwear but left the ass open for use, they were very comfy. Jocks are sexy too and easily moved arround if need be.

It was the end of a wooden hammer using some bearing grease I found in my dad’s tool box. It was a big wooden handle and hard to take at first. I had to finger grease in my hole, adding a finger at a time to stretch myself open and then immediately drive that hammer end up my ass before my hole would shrink back. I’d stroke off as I was pounding my hole with that hard wooden hammer. I would cum so intensely and spray it all over the garage floor.

I am not totally sure, but I seem to recall candles. I don't think I ever used veggies. Maybe the plunger handle once but don't think I used it much as I was afraid of getting splinters. I was never big on toys to be honest, prefer the real thing. I had some over the years and ended up giving them to trick I meet once he was a much bigger pig bottom than I was, sure he is still getting much use out of them.

A great way to end an amazing story👍👍👍

You have really excelled yourself with this epic tale. Thank you for the time and effort you take to make every character believable.

So as of late, I've basically relinquished pleasing a woman with how easily and how much more I enjoy playing with men and sucking a cock down. Dildo use has become beyond regular, and as of.. tomorrow. I'll be keeping myself locked up and with a plug in my ass while out of the house. Think my wife will like that step when she finds out? Heb

Bottoms pay to get fucked? I mean, sure, but does that mean tops get in for free? And who is enforcing this? Either way it sounds hot and I'd love to do something like this.

Really great story. Well written and sexy AF

Another great chapter!!! Thank You for your work on this!!!

It now looks like members of the UK government are vowing to ban VPNs within six months…

It’s tiresome but you can still access it using a VPN, which I’d

there's your first mistake. 😜nowadays, the only time a top sees my junk is when he forcefully yanks my jock or thong off. even then he's doing it more to dom me than to get a look. i also tend to bottom for str8 guys a lot so that helps. i hit up every profile that comes right out and says in their profile "don't send dic pics i ain't interested". i also tend to avoid vers guys for nsa hook ups as they tend to be bottoms in denial. 😜

Hey all, just moved to bay ridge and well I’m attached I can play at others places OR you could come here when the schools start back up. I’m 44, 6 ft tall, 235lbs, 7.5 in dick, love poppers, starting to like pot, I love taking a dick, I love big big toys and would love a patient man to work on making me a regular fist bottom……also love topping, breeding holes, getting rimmed and rimming. Into A LOT hope to hear from someone. Age is whatever, older is hot

A delightful wrap-up to a delightful romp! Thank you so much; I really enjoyed this one!

He turned me around and I spread my cheeks… this was gonna hurt, I had already cum. He started to play with my hole and apply lube? It.. was my own CUM. The smell of fresh cum, my own cum. Then I felt the head of his dick. It’s too dry but it’s popping in and out wetter each time. He didn’t swallow but kept it as lube to fuck me wiih! fucking my hole which is now CUM sloppy pops in and I can’t believe I’m being fuck raw with my own cum load. It’s sloppy and squishing and bbc is going to toen. He kneels down and start eating my hole. Omg is he making a snowball from my own cum and his spit?” Cum and spit is flowing down. White foam. My hole is so loose and wet. He starts knocking on the wall and I feel him twitch and shake in my second hole. He’s cumming in my wet pussy. After the euphoria. He pulls out, stand up and uses the tissues to clean up. I offer to clean him up but he refused and left the glory hole booth. My hole is so loose and I stay but no other top comes in. I want to marry this guy!

At my age and experience, I thought I’ve “been there and done that.” At the glory hole experirnced something different! A BBC was in the neighboring room. Unbuttoned and open his fly to a thick long dick. I immediately went on my knees slobbering on it nice and good. He pulls out the sticks a finger. He wants to suck my dick! WTF so “I guess there’s a tit for tat” thing. I’m not going to get bbc unless I give some dick. He pulls my soft dick through and man he was good, holding and massaging my balls. Pulling and slipping one wet finger in my hole while sucking me. Literally pulling me through the glory hole. I was about to cum but couldn’t pull out and he wouldn’t let me… kept sucking and forcing to explode. He wanted my cum load. The price I have to pay I guess if I want him to fuck me. My hole clamp on his finger and I came in his mouth. I thought it was over……

My dad looked like a rabbit in headlights, and I knew I needed to make him know it was OK. I stepped over to him and took him in a hug, his body initially being stiff but he relaxed eventually as I held him. “I’m so embarrassed” he whispered. “Don’t be” I replied. “You’re not doing anything the rest of us haven’t done.” “But you’re my son” he said. “You should never have had to…” “Dad, stop” I said, pulling back a bit so I could see his face. “Listen to me. I think it’s fucking awesome.” “You do?” “Yes” I said. “I saw fucking sparks flying with you and Gheorghe the moment you first met him. He’s a great guy and I think it’s fucking awesome.” “But the sex…” he started. “The sex is how sex should be” I said. “You want it, you’re both adults, so what’s the fucking problem?” “I suppose” he said. “Besides” I said, smiling at him, “you’ve got four sons who are all cum hungry bottoms who got themselves pozzed. We had to have got that from somewhere.” He chuckled, then pulled me back into a hug again. “So you’re really OK with this?” he softly asked. “Of course I fucking am” I said, “and so are Kane, Kieron, Bret and everyone else.” He stiffened again in my arms. “They know?!” he squealed. “Shhhh Dad” I said. “There’s no secrets in this family anymore. Not when it comes to sex anyway.” I held him for a bit longer until he had relaxed, and then marched him off to the new coffee shop at the edge of the estate. Everyone had scoffed about it when it opened, but it was always busy and had not had any noticeable impact on trade at the Dragon. Although a lot of the customers were women, when checking it out I had also realised there was definitely potential there for finding new conquests, particularly amongst the middle class types now buying or privately renting flats on the estate that had originally been sold off under Right To Buy. But the other thing it was good for was taking Dad out without it being a pub or bar, places he hoped to be able to go again eventually but wasn’t ready for yet. We got a couple of takeaway lattes as the place was full of kids, and instead went and sat on a bench by the lake. Without prompting, Dad just started talking about Gheorghe, and the uncertainty and insecurity he had about it all, but also how happy it made him feel when he was with the guy. He also talked about the sex, and how it made him feel alive for the first time in years. As I just sat and listened, he told me that Gheorghe had suggested using condoms, and that it was only then that he himself realised he didn’t want that. What he wanted was all of Gheorghe, but also to feel closer to his sons. “Dad, you don’t have to get yourself infected to be close to us” I said. “I know that son, somewhere in this messed up head of mine I know that” he replied. “But this isn’t coming from there, it’s coming from here.” He tapped his hand on his chest, and then looked at me. “Jesus Dad, are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, I think it’s fucking hot and all, but are you sure?” “I am son” he said. “I don’t know why, but I am.” We changed subjects, talking a bit about the renovations on the old flat, and also Dad’s plans for getting a gym routine going again as he had not worked out properly since leaving the centre. Bret had offered him a membership at his place, and Dad told me he was going to accept after having thought for a while about how he might feel to be there while Bret was in the storeroom. I suggested we could get Will to be his personal trainer which he thought sounded good, and agreed I would work with him as well to help him stay motivated. We also talked about his therapy sessions, and I appreciated how honest he was about his fears and doubts on whether it would all work in the long term. We had just both finished our coffees when Gheorghe called him, and I knew from Dad’s face that he was being summoned. “Go on” I said, smiling. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Luke” he said with a smirk, “is there anything you wouldn’t actually do?” “Women” I replied with a laugh. “But otherwise, no.” He gave me a grin and then hurried off to meet up with Gheorghe, and after sitting and looking at the lake for a while I wandered back to the flat. By the time I got there I was in the mood, so unceremoniously stripped and bent over in the lounge before calling out to Bogdan and Mihai to come and join me. The thrust of Mihai’s cock into my hole is just what I needed, and then I settled my hands on Bogdan’s hips and hungrily swallowed his cock down to the base. A good half hour of being skewered from both ends by the hunky decorators is just what I needed, helping me relax and stop worrying about Dad. Once I had taken both load we tossed a coin, and shortly afterwards I plunged into Bogdan while Mihai went back to work in a bit of a sulk. Fortunately Justin popped back on his break, so I got him to go and fuck the guy before he made himself a sandwich. James and Will came by the pub later, and I chatted to them for a bit outside while having a smoke. They both seemed happy, being in that great early stage of a relationship when they were having sex round the clock and then talking a lot the rest of the time to get to know each other even better. James was of course visiting the sauna quite regularly, using it to get all the extra loads he needed while Will was doing much the same in the storeroom at the gym. James undid his jacket to show off the chunky silver Byzantine choker chain he had bought himself, which I could imagine must look great on his naked muscled body when he was on all fours doing his favourite thing. Zac and Shane also came by, and the rest of the student housemates joined them later. They were a bit nervous about hanging around on an estate, but the vibe out on the terrace in the unseasonably warm weather soon relaxed them. They all showed off the matching biohazard tattoos they had got on their lower backs, excitedly telling me about the scorpions they were all going to get on each side of their torsos above their hips. When my brothers and the rest of the guys arrived, the housemates told us about some of their first conquests on campus, with Dean being crowned the winner for having got the captain of the football 1st team into bed. When I took the opportunity to go on a break from the bar later in the evening, I found myself out on the terrace just looking round this crowd of men all sitting together laughing, smoking and drinking. I was hit with the realisation about how lucky I was to be part of this crazy ensemble, and how free and happy everyone looked. But it was when I turned my attention to the members of my own unusual household that it really hit home. Kane and Kieron were now two of my best friends, the years of animosity between us forgotten. Pavel and Jonas had only softened them even further, and all I felt for the twins was love. There was Justin, a man I fell in love with a little more every day, and who looked at me in a way that made me shiver with excitement every time. Then, of course, there was Bret. No words could ever do justice there, and I had given up trying. But when we caught each other’s eye, the look between us was all I needed to know what it all meant. “You OK bruv?” he whispered to me, after pretending to go the loo but instead pulling me aside. “Yeah” I said, slipping my arm round him given we were out of sight of anyone but our own crowd. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.” Bret turned to where I was looking, and then I felt his arm come round me. “How lucky we all are” he said. He turned back to me, looked into my eyes, and then leaned down. I planted my lips on his, and disappeared into the happiest place a person could ever be. ————— EPILOGUE As much as we all fucking popped in those outfits, it was a relief to get out of them and instead change into the outfits that we would be wearing for the after-party. Bret in particular had got me very hot under the collar with how he’d looked in the tailored suits we’d worn for the ceremony and reception, but of course he looked even better in the black tank top, leather chaps and boots we’d all be wearing for the rest of the night. Kilos of silver rounded out our looks, and we were ready to party. I did love that Dad and Gheorghe had gone in this direction. Watching them exchange vows and rings in such a classic ceremony was nice, and the venue for the reception was so nicely decorated that it almost demanded we stay in the smart suits, white shirts and silver ties we brothers had all worn as the groomsmen. But that was then, and this was now. The third stage of the wedding was probably underway already at the bar in town, and it was time for the happy couple and us four brothers to get over there too. Suits gone, kinky gear on, lube in holes, and we were good to go. The night was kind of hilarious, with Dad and Gheorghe sitting up on the stage on their ridiculous throne calling out instructions over the sound system while the DJ continued to drop banger after banger. It was a party, and we Ballard brothers were the entertainment. As new commands were barked out by an increasingly inebriated pair of newlyweds, we danced, we drank, we smoked, and we fucked. Dad got the most glee from watching his eldest be routinely buggered by whoever he picked out of the crowd next, with Bret just giving him a grin and rolling his eyes each time. My brother was very happy of course, the most truthful version of himself being the one who took any cock, all cocks, and made the top feel like a superstar in the process. The rest of us got to mix things up quite a bit, with Pavel, Jonas and Justin having been drafted in for this activity given they were part of the family too. We weren’t the only ones having this kind of fun of course, the whole room being a sea of writhing bodies and thrusting movements. Grant had really come through, managing to reunite so many of the men who had featured in the films we’d made over the years, so the place was packed and the sex was abundant. The barracks contingent were here too, being the only ones required to wear something other than leather and chains. Bret had laughed out loud when we arrived, seeing his mates already stripped out of everything but their boots and camo tops, all bent over taking cock after cock in the special corner of the bar that had been done up like an army camp especially for their presence. The captain in particular looked like he was enjoying himself immensely, all traces of his past panic and fear now gone. Another popular corner of the bar was the one where a small football net and some fake turf had been wedged into a gap. Dean and Jamie waved at us from there when we arrived, while jointly overseeing the continued corruption of the uni’s football squads alongside the head coach. Taking down that man had ensured the two postgraduates would always have access to the most athletic students on the campus, and five of them had been brought along to offer some alternative entertainment for the guests. This year’s captain of the 1st team already had their stamp tattooed on one of his buttocks, but he was still a very willing participant alongside the four newbies who were still on the journey that so many had gone on before. But all that aside, the area in front of the stage was where the main event was taking place. Dad had wanted nothing more than to be able to watch his sons do what they do best on his wedding day, and we were honoured to oblige for him. The amazing transformation he had gone on had given us back our father, now a happy, successful, stable man who made us all feel incredibly proud. The hunky Romanian man at his side was the best thing that could have ever happened to him, and their love for each other was every bit as deep and strong and authentic as what we brothers all enjoyed in our own lives. Looking up at the two of them sitting there, almost ignoring the cock barrelling through my insides as I watched them, I noticed how the the white gold wedding rings on their fingers were glistening in the spotlight. The subtle, understated biohazards on their pecs had been their first mark of commitment to each other, and now that Gheorghe had finally extricated himself from the mess in Romania, the rings were a sign that they had bonded in the traditional way that both of them had craved. We brothers would never be able to follow their lead ourselves, but that did not dampen our happiness at the family finally being complete. I took a moment to look around, smiling as I saw all four of us brothers were currently being the bottoms we really were deep down. I looked beyond to the men waiting in the wings, finding more amusement in the number of faces I recognised from the estate and all of our antics over the last couple of years. By this point everyone living there had to have a friend or neighbour who now had a sting in their tail, and I knew there were plenty more opportunities to be had. The Ballard Brothers. With the four of us together, bolstered by our lovers and friends, we were unstoppable. From our humble, fractious and bratty beginnings, we had formed the strongest bonds imaginable and opened up a whole army of men to the joy that can be found when you let go and be yourself. Through our leadership, influence and guidance, guys had escaped unhappy relationships, found friends and companions in unlikely places, and embraced all that life had to offer. We really had become The Kings of the Estate… THE END ————— Yes, I’m afraid that’s it. Rather than losing mojo and abandoning the story, something I have been guilty of before, I’ve decided to wrap up our time on the Ballard estate here. The fact that I’ve written 27 parts tells you that I rather fell for these characters, but all good things must come to an end… But, you may ask, who the effing hell were those guys from the barracks? What did I miss? Well, partly inspired by a message sent to me by a reader, but also just because I kind of love the guy, I think it’s time that Bret took the storytelling reins from Luke and went off on a side quest to right some wrongs. What will he be getting up to back on base? Who else might be involved? Just how much bigger might his chains get by the end of it? Stay tuned, and we’ll be back with the hunky stud soon enough. For now, it’s farewell from the Ballards. Thanks for all the lovely comments along the way, and I hope you enjoyed this conclusion.

"Corruption"? What's with the self hate?