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Fuck, I’m tall, this ruined my day! 😞

Just finished chapter 1 it is fucking hot!! you put one of my darkest fantasies and put into this story, I cannot wait to read the rest of the married guys story!!! hot hot hot @BBdutchass

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Lots and lots of fur!! Woof! If its a ginger with fur, I will become his sexual slave.

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Another great pair of chapters! 😁😈☣️😁

At least once a day. I constantly crave to be fucked and it’s not easy to achieve that unfortunately.

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Thanks for this nice story!

When I was a kid I had this bubble making sword and I think this is the best alternative to a dildo for young gay boys. It is long, it have a handle and it can be easily hidden from their parents. It's a kid toy after all. And the thickness is enough for unexperienced holes

We got Gheorghe to take a look at Dad’s flat to see what he thought, and while he couldn’t check if the floors were fucking rotting away, he thought it was fine and could just be done up a bit. Or a lot. Bret thought we should go for a complete overhaul, but Kane and Kieron backed me up on leaving it be until we knew what we were actually dealing with after talking to Dad. He might actually want to come back to the flat being the way he left it, and ripping out the fittings for new ones and repainting the whole place could fuck up his mental state if we weren’t careful. There was plenty of time to deal with the place if we did find we were staying put. We decided to wait for the therapist to reach out, and in the meantime focus on having some fun. The student housemates had become our goal, now that everyone had seen the rough cut of the video I had done with them. Grant wanted their next video to be shot on the Czech-inspired purpose-built ‘gloryhole’ set, but we had not figured out a way to get them into that without some other thing happening first. Zac suggested he just bring me, my brothers, Justin, Shane and anyone else we thought would work round one evening when his other housemates would probably be watching porn together while plunging dildos into their holes, and then we could see where things went from there. This sounded like a good strategy, and I asked Will if he wanted to join in which of course he did. Sheila’s sister Denise kindly agreed to cover my shift on the Saturday night at the Dragon in return for Justin, Kane, Kieron and I helping her get a tree stump out of the ground in her garden, which we sorted that morning before all going home to sleep a bit more. Bret and Will had both done day shifts at the gym, and while Bret was fine, when Will came by later to meet us he was definitely walking a bit weird. “The two Turks” Bret said, with a chuckle. “I could sit on a fucking traffic cone and not feel it” Will groaned, tenderly touching his crack through his tracksuit bottoms. “I’m gonna have to meet these guys” I laughed. “You’ll love it” Justin said, winking at me. Jonas and Pavel turned up as well, smirking as they lifted their tops to show the outlines of the big biohazards they’d started to get inked onto their torsos. Kane and Kieron dived at them for deep kisses, and from the way the four of them looked, I knew there would have been some loud fucking happening within minutes if we hadn’t been going out. We got a couple of Ubers into town to meet Shane and Zac at our favourite gay bar, and despite the new chill in the air they were sitting outside with their drinks in an otherwise deserted terrace. “Wow” I said, putting my hand on Shane’s neck. “You’ve started with the bling.” “Yeah” he said, pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal a big bracelet as well. “It’s just steel for now, but I’ve got some proper stuff on order.” “So fucking hot” said Zac, licking his lips. I introduced Shane and Zac to everyone, and then we got in some rounds of drinks. Only the occasional smoker came out onto the terrace, so we could just talk freely without worrying about anything. I loved just looking around all these hot guys, thinking about all the fun we’d had and all the love there was on display. I noticed Zac looking around us all too, and when I caught his eye I winked at him. “You guys are all so great” he whispered to me. “So fucking hot too.” “Don’t worry mate” I said. “We’re gonna get you your own poz gang.” We stayed for three rounds of drinks, until Zac thought his housemates would probably be ‘ready’ for us based on how things usually went. So we ordered some more Ubers to get to the university area, deciding it might be best if Zac arrived at the house first with me, Shane and Bret, and then the others could turn up in smaller groups a bit later. Their cars dropped them instead at a pub near the house, while we went straight to surprise the boys. Zac opened the door quietly and we all slipped into the hall, and then he left the door closed but unlatched so the others could just walk in later. We stood and listened to the sounds of satisfaction coming from the living room, and then Zac pushed the door open and we all marched in. “Hey guys” he said to his housemates, “brought some friends over.” They all looked like rabbits in headlights, sat on the sofas in just tank tops, each with one hand gripping their erect cock and the other on a dildo wedged up their arse. As they stared at us and we grinned at them, the only sound in the room was from the video they had been watching in which a load of Sean Cody studs were fucking each other bareback. “Please guys” I said, “carry on.” “Unless you want to try out the real thing” Bret added, as he lightly gripped his hardening cock through his jogging bottoms. Three of them continued to just stare at us in shock, but we all saw one of them glance down at Bret’s crotch and lightly touch his lips with his tongue. Bret walked over and stood in front of the guy, the others now watching him, and then just stood and waited. The student, a lean and muscled black guy we later found out was called Anthony, slid forward on the sofa and reached up with one hand to touch Bret’s crotch, his other hand still holding the end of the dildo he had up his arse. Bret slid his trousers down so Anthony could touch him through his trunks, and then shortly after he also slid those down. Anthony stared at the cock in front of him, before gingerly taking a grip of it. He held it for a moment, then rubbed his hand up and down it a little. Bret brought his own hand round and helped point it at the handsome student, and Anthony leaned forward and hesitantly took it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he began to suck on my brother, while also resuming the pushing and pulling of the dildo. It was clear that the boy was snared, and I knew he’d be willingly giving up his arse in no time. The other three housemates were all watching Anthony service Bret, now all continuing to wank themselves while they gently pushed their own dildos in and out. I was trying to decide which one to aim for myself when we heard the front door open, with Kane, Kieron, Pavel and Jonas being the next arrivals. Shane, Zac and I moved further into the room to allow the other four space to get in, and then I marched forward towards an extremely cute blond twunk called Jamie. I yanked down my trousers and jock, and he slid forward and took my cock into his mouth straight away. The twins did not delay getting involved, with Kane stepping in front of a tattooed brown-haired hunk called Dean, and Kieron going up to the last of them, a pale but well-muscled bearded redhead called Finn. Neither lad hesitated before joining their friends in giving their first blowjobs. Justin and Will arriving prompted us to move on to the next stage. We brothers stepped away from the housemates and stripped naked, with our fellow guests doing the same. Then Zac got down on all fours in front of the TV, Shane got on his knees behind him, and the horny students watched as their fifth housemate willingly began to get fucked in front of them. I grabbed the remote and turned off the porn, satisfied we no longer needed any help from a bunch of American frat boys. “Guys” I said to the four housemates, do you want what Zac is getting?” They all nodded while not taking their eyes off what was happening in front of them. “Then there’s something you need to know first” I said. “Zac?” “This is my boyfriend Shane” Zac said, as he rocked back and forth. “He’s poz.” “We’re all poz” I said, choosing to ignore that Will had not converted yet, “and we never use condoms. You still want what Zac’s getting?” The four of them were back to looking like rabbits in headlights, but Anthony once again broke first. He looked up at me, then down at my hard cock, then back to Zac taking it from behind. He began to jerk his cock again, then seemed to reach a decision. He stood up, slowly pulled the dildo out of his arse to throw on the floor, and then pulled off his top. He moved towards Bret and took hold of my brother’s cock, looking down at it and licking his lips. “You want this inside you?” Bret asked him. “Fuck me” Anthony whispered. “Please fuck me.” One down, three to go. Bret turned Anthony around and pushed him into a kneeling position on the sofa. He got behind the guy, kneeling on the edge of the sofa cushions himself, and then put his erect cock at the already loosened hole. He steadily pushed himself all the way in, and then immediately began to fuck. Anthony started moaning and panting, but we all saw him arching his back and beginning to slightly push back against each of Bret’s inward thrusts. Finn dived up out of his seat, stripping off and removing his own dildo. He turned and bent over to lean on the armrest of the sofa, and Kieron just stepped up behind him and entered. Pavel squeezed round beside them until he was standing against the wall next to the sofa, and presented his cock to Finn as the lad began to take a pounding from behind. He hungrily swallowed the Polish cock, moaning in heat as his first fuck turned into a spit-roast. Dean was thrusting the dildo in and out of his hole as he watched what had unfolded so quickly beside him, and then he turned to Kane. “Fuck me hard” he growled, before standing up and stripping off his top. Kane darted round behind him and bent him forward, with Jonas already in position for the tattooed student to begin sucking him. Kane gripped the dildo and yanked it out of Dean, immediately slamming his cock inside instead to begin a fast and frenetic fuck. Will, meanwhile, and bent over against the wall near the door with Justin crouched down eating out his hole, a sure sign that they were going to be fucking soon as well. That left Jamie, whose head was darting round the room looking at the explosion of fucking while he yanked his cock and worked his hole. “You want some of that too?” I asked him. “Yes” he panted. He stayed seated, ripping off his vest, but before he could stand up I moved back to him, lifted his legs and then pulled out the dildo. I put his legs on my shoulders, placed my cock at his entrance, and then leaned forward so he was squashed back against the sofa cushions looking up at me. “You want this inside you?” I asked. “Yes!” he panted. “You want my poz cock inside you?” I said. “Oh fuck me, yes!” he almost yelled. “You want me to slide in and fuck you with my poz cock?” I asked. “Just do it!” he cried. I pushed in, and slid all the way inside quickly. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened as I plunged in deeper than a dildo had ever been, but he didn’t cry out or resist. “You like how that feels?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck you now” I growled, “and then I’m gonna breed a big poz load deep in your neg hole.” He was panting like crazy, but gave me a small nod to say he understood and that he wanted it. That was all I needed, and I began to thrust. His face told me he loved it, and I began to whisper to him about how potent I was, how he was going to be taking poz cock all night, and what a bottom slut he was going to be. He begged and pleaded with me to do it to him, for everyone to fuck him, and that he wanted to be filled with poz loads. It was so hot to see him transform before my eyes as he finally got what he had clearly been craving. The room was filled with moans, slapping of thighs on cheeks, and verbal poz talk. Will was by far the loudest, enjoying Justin’s huge cock while probably still being really sore from his encounter with the Turkish duo at the gym earlier. I had no problem with him joining in as a bottom given he still had not converted, as god knows we had enough poz tops for everyone. I suspected Jonas and Pavel would also be up for sharing their new gifts with the students, even though they were exclusively bottoms with the twins as far as I knew. I didn’t know if Shane or Zac would get involved in fucking with anyone else, but part of me suspected they might be happy just to carry on as they were while enjoying watching the corruption of the other four housemates. Justin was the first to blow, and then after that he grabbed his phone and began to take some videos and photos of the scene to send to Grant. The man responded immediately to the first pic that was sent to him, so Justin FaceTimed him and allowed him to see live coverage of what we were achieving. “You better get that warehouse ready” Justin said to him after bringing the phone camera back to being on just his face. “I’m fucking on it!” Grant said, before ending the call. Bret roaring as he reached his peak and blew a poz load into Anthony set off a bit of a domino effect, with Kane pozzing Dean, Kieron pozzing Finn, Shane pozzing Zac, and then finally me unloading my toxic cum into Jamie as he stared up at me with pleading eyes. The room was now full of the sounds of both tops and bottoms panting from the exertion, but eventually we all calmed down and separated. The four housemates who had just had their cherries popped all reached to their holes to feel the poz cum dripping out of them, most bringing their fingers back to their lips to taste, while the rest of us threw some clothes back on. We headed outside to their back garden to light up, with the housemates joining us eventually. Zac and Shane brought out some bottles and glasses, and we all relaxed in the chilly air drinking spirits, smoking cigarettes and happily chatting. The four guys we’d just deflowered all admitted they’d been wanting to take an actual cock since they’d watched me fuck Zac for the first time, and then he told them about his relationship with Shane. They had all guessed he was seeing someone, but didn’t know he was so involved with a guy nor that he was actively trying to get pozzed. I made sure to tell them that they could stop things right there and then go and get some PEP the next day, but after a moment’s thought they all decided to just carry on. Anthony and Jamie admitted they’d both started watching pozzing porn privately in their rooms, while Dean had zoned out of the conversation and was just obsessing over Bret’s tattoos and saying he wanted to add to his own ink with some similar designs. Finn was the quietest, but finally told them all that he had been secretly writing poz fiction for a site he’d found accidentally and got really into. Justin made him load up his favourite story, and then read it out to the rest of us while Finn blushed. The guy had talent, that was for sure, and the short story about a student being pozzed by a professor on a field trip was extremely hot. So hot in fact that we were all ready to go again once Justin had finished reading it. We decided that we would spend the rest of the night with the boys separated, so got them to go to their own rooms and get ready on their beds. Zac quietly said he wanted that just Shane which was not a surprise to any of us, and the two of them went inside and upstairs. Zac’s door was closed for the rest of the night as the two lovebirds continued working towards the student’s conversion in private. The other four did relocated to their rooms as instructed, and the rest of us spent the night roaming the house getting involved in all sorts of pairings and groups. Will used the whole ground floor as his base, happily taking loads in the living room, kitchen or on the stairs from any of the rest of us who went downstairs to get a drink or go outside for a smoke. Though we were on a quest to properly get the four housemates started with their conversions, through chain-fucks or the occasional group session in a bedroom, we all bottomed at points throughout the night too. Jonas and Pavel were particularly into being in the middle of a sandwich, happily starting to gift for the first time while still being the absolute bottoms they otherwise were. The housemates treated us to a giant Maccy D’s breakfast delivery in the morning, before we piled back into Ubers to go home. There was not a shred of anxiety or regret amongst any of them, and they were well up for doing a gloryhole gangbang scene with Grant once it was organised. It was also clear that Zac was not going to be the only bottom in the house once we were gone, as they would all now be eagerly fucking each other after they had recovered. Shane actually stayed behind, as he and Zac were going to enjoy being free to fuck throughout Sunday in that house for a change, no longer needing to confine their relationship to Shane’s flat. Grant messaged us while we were in the cabs, saying he’d lined up enough to go ahead with the new vid a week from Monday. He wanted all of us there, and was going to get as many other guys involved as he could. “I want those boys pozzed” he said at the end of his message, making me chuckle. It was only the next day that Will messaged Bret to say he felt like shit, a sure sign that he had finally succumbed to the virus. He didn’t need any of us to do anything as he was well looked after at home, but Bret did drop in on him a couple of times anyway under the guise of being a colleague from the gym who just wanted to check out how he was doing. I think Bret was also eager to see how long Will might be off for, as he was back to having to provide all the extra services at the gym himself which was running him ragged. Justin took pity on him and started going there more often to join in, always being happy to have a line of men waiting to pound his needy hole. This left me a bit on my own when I wasn’t working at the Dragon, so I started spending more time at the new flat actually helping out a bit while also swapping loads with Gheorghe. His dick really was one of my favourites to ride, and he was such a nice and kind hunk that I genuinely enjoyed being with him even if we were just painting a wall side by side. He was really getting into running his own company, and said he had started talking to another couple of potential clients as well as lining up two guys originally from Moldova to employ if he won some more work. “They already poz” he said to me, glancing sideways. “But good fuck.” I laughed out loud, pleased the Romanian was getting some action. The prospect of meeting these two guys and getting to have some fun with them as well also made me feel more keen to get an answer on what was going to happen to Dad’s flat, as that would be extra work for Gheorghe’s company that could yield a Moldovan encounter or two. But for now there was enough going on to keep us all occupied, and the prospect of seeing the students have their holes permanently wrecked on Monday was getting me hornier by the day…

I waited on the street for a few minutes, and then Bret and Kieron emerged from the centre both looking like their heads might explode. They walked up to where I was standing and Bret threw his arms round me and held me in a tight hug. He lifted one arm and held it out, and Kieron inserted himself in the embrace. “Fucking hell” Bret said as we parted. “Yeah” I said. “I need a drink” muttered Kieron, fishing into his pocket for his cigarettes. I walked them to a pub round the corner, and got us all pints as they took a seat at a shabby picnic table outside. I set the drinks down, then took a seat next to Bret and put my hand on his leg. “So Dad’s gay too then” he said. “Probably” I replied. “I mean, maybe bi or something, but yeah.” “This is so fucking weird” Kieron said. “I’m not surprised he got so fucked up” Bret muttered. “Between our fucking antics, Mum leaving, the factory closing and his fucking shame over that guy he was with, his head must have been a fucking mess.” “Yeah” I sighed. “But maybe things will be better now.” “No fucking way” Kieron said. “It’s gonna be like ‘Hey Dad, glad you’re better. By the way, your sons are all fucking each other, we’re all poz, we all do porn, and we’re moving in together and leaving you alone.’ He’s gonna be drowning himself in fucking whisky again in no time.” “I know” said Bret. “I don’t know how the fuck we’re going to deal with this.” “Listen” I said, “I’ve been thinking about it since me and Kane went to see him. I think we just have to be honest with him, but do it while he’s still at the centre so he’s got some fucking support round him.” They both nodded in agreement, so I continued. “I think we also have to talk to his therapist” I said. “She needs to know what she’s dealing with.” “We can’t fucking do that” Kieron said. “Pretty damn sure that it’s illegal for brothers to be fucking each other.” “I know” I said, “but I think we have to anyway, and just try to get her to agree that it comes under a confidentiality thing or something.” “Maybe we need to talk to one of the lawyers who fucks us” Bret said quietly. We agreed that was sensible, and I reached out to Stephen by text to ask if he could help. We then tried to focus on talking about something else while we waited to see if he would respond, and focused on what we were doing to do about living arrangements now that we had Pavel and Jonas to worry about too. Me and Kieron got into the logistics of different bed arrangements in the two rooms, wondering if the twins should now have the larger one with a pair of small double beds they could push together, but then Bret spoke up. “I may have a solution” he said, a bit quietly. “Yeah?” I asked. “Well” he started, “what if Dad moved to the new place? I mean, there’s a spare bedroom if we want to stay over, and then we could stay where we are and have his room available. We could replace the single beds in our rooms with doubles, and then sort of work it out as we go on.” Kieron and I stared at him, and then at each other. “I’m just thinking” Bret continued, “it might actually be good for Dad if he wasn’t back in the flat where all the shit in his life went down. A new start, somewhere still familiar and with us nearby, but without all the fucking demons he’s been dealing with.” “Bret” I said, “those demons are in his head, not the flat. But yeah, I do see your point.” “Me too” said Kieron. “I mean, it does make sense I guess, even if it means we don’t get to live there.” We decided to talk to Kane and Justin about it, and then add it to the list of things we had to discuss with Dad. I felt really torn over it, as I was looking forward to moving into the new place with everyone. But what Bret had proposed really did make sense, both for Dad’s mental health as well as the practicalities of the rest of us having a place that was big and flexible enough to also now accommodate Jonas and Pavel. I had wondered about seeing if there was a way to help them get a place together, but had thought that K&K might push back on that as they really were starting to plan out a future as part of a four-way relationship. I also didn’t think it would work to split us brothers up, as even if Dad somehow was OK with all this, none of us would ever feel properly free to be ourselves if still living with him. But it did occur to me we could get Gheorghe to do some work to make Dad’s flat nicer, perhaps brightening it up like we were doing to Stan and Winston’s old place. A new kitchen and bathroom maybe. Everyone was a bit glum that night as we all reluctantly came to terms with Bret’s idea being the best solution. No-one was in the mood for sex, with me, Bret and Justin choosing to sit in a pile on the sofa watching TV before we went to bed and cuddled up together. The twins did something we had never done in all this time, and used Dad’s big double bed so they could be with each other but also have Pavel and Jonas in bed with them, though I also knew they were probably staking a bit of a claim to the room for our revised future. That didn’t bother me, as a proper double in our room would work well for the three of us, and we could perhaps have a single bed and then some decent storage in the twins’ room for anyone to use as they needed. A good sofabed for the lounge would have to be on the shopping list as well. The need to know what we were doing was bothering me and Bret the next day, but fortunately Stephen had replied and agreed to have a chat with us before he decided whether he was able to give us a view. Bret also called the centre and got an appointment to see the therapist, albeit at a nearby pub so there would be no risk of Dad seeing us, with us agreeing we would just discuss the future living arrangements unless Stephen gave us a clear green light to discuss the other stuff with her too. That left most of the day free, and with Justin on duty and the twins hanging out at the other flat, me and Bret ended up back in bed making love in between talking about everything. It really was making love rather than just sex, and as always when we were being intimate like that, Bret was the bottom throughout. Me and Justin were both hungry bottoms when given the choice, but in intimate solo sessions with Bret we now always topped the hunky ex-soldier. I think we were both happy with it, maybe both sensing the stronger bond with Bret when he had one (or both) of us fully inside him. Stephen was a little cautious about his words when we went to see him at his office, saying that the confidentiality between a therapist and a patient did not necessarily extend to separate discussions with family members. However, he felt that they would only take action if there was a minor or vulnerable adult at risk, which was not a factor with our situation. Indeed, he was of the view that she would prefer to know everything and be prepared for whatever fallout there was with Dad, and that the conversation happening within the safety and support systems of the centre would be wise. With his advice under our belt, Bret and I went for a pint of Dutch courage before going to the centre. Then we headed off for our appointment, ordering soft drinks at the second pub on the basis it might be best not to be drinking while we talked to the therapist. She arrived a little late, and spent some time asking how we all were after our recent conversations with Dad. Then I began to speak on the topic we needed to discuss with her, asking her to just listen while I went through it all. I could not make eye contact with her, relying on Bret to stop me if she was obviously about to go ballistic or vomit, but to her credit she did just sit and let me finish. “Well” she said. “I don’t know about you, but this glass of water is no longer cutting it.” She got out of her seat and went up to the bar, and Bret and I exchanged nervous looks after watching her go. But she was soon back at the table, putting down three large gin and tonics. She took a big gulp of hers, stared down at the table for a moment, and then looked up at Bret and then me. “I have to start by saying that I was prepared for some of what you told me just now” she said. “I have worked with a wide range of clients, and have come to understand the meaning behind certain types of tattoos that people get, so I was aware that at least some of you were likely HIV positive.” “OK” I said. “Secondly, though your father will not necessarily know this, your involvement in pornography is not something that is so unusual for young men these days” she continued. “I suppose I would caution you that I have to work with a growing number of men who have sat up OnlyFans profiles or some equivalent, and have suffered mental health consequences eventually. That said, most were perhaps already in a bad situation before they began, and all were rather on their own in life, so your circumstances are different but it is still something I would urge you to consider.” “Noted” said Bret. “So, with that out of the way, we have the other issue to think about” she said, before pausing to take another sip of her drink. She started by thanking us for our honesty, and for the approach we were taking in dealing with it all while Dad was still being looked after in the system. She outlined a few scenarios for how things could play out, and what the response would be. The worst case was an initial acceptance that did not disrupt his path towards discharge from the centre, followed by a delayed angry or despairing reaction that caused a spiral and a return to alcohol dependence and antisocial or violent behaviour. She said she would need to work up a new plan for him to prepare for the conversation we were going to need to have, and agreed to contact us when she thought it was the right time to come and see him. “However” she said, “there is another possibility in all this that, as much as my own sensibilities may not agree with, could be positive for your father.” “What’s that?” Bret asked. “Well, as you both now know, he struggled with his sexuality and feelings of shame, and piled on top of that a rapidly declining sense of self worth as he coped with being a single father, particularly after he became unemployed” she said, with the two of us just nodding. “Frames the right way, your, er, circumstances could help him to see that he has raised four confident young men who are able and apparently very willing to love and be loved.” “Oh” I said, having never looked at it like that. “Furthermore” she said, after another gulp of her rapidly emptying gin, “this may all be a source of liberation for him from the shame he feels over his sexuality. I have already seen some developments there since you came out to him, and these other aspects of your lives that he is to be told about may help him finally accept and indeed be proud of who he is.” “Really?” Bret asked. “Yes” she said. “It’s just a theory, so you must not bank on this being the outcome, but we may find that the complete acceptance of yourselves, pursuance of what you want, and openness and frankness by which you live your lives, are what he needs to be surrounded by himself to help assuage the anxiety, guilt and shame he locked himself within all those years ago.” We carried on talking with her for a bit before she needed to leave, agreeing she would reach out to us once she felt things were right for talking to Dad. Bret and I watched her duck out into the rain that had started, and then sat in silence. We were both a bit overwhelmed, not just from the big words, scary scenarios or the prospect we could actually be helping Dad, but also from having talked to a normal person about our relationships. “Luke” Bret said quietly, “do you think she’s right about all this actually helping Dad?” “No fucking idea” I said. “I hope so, but maybe we need to think more about the other shit that could go down rather than that one good option.” “Yeah” he sighed. “Fuck, do I need a cigarette.” We gulped down the last of our gins, deciding to just leave and head back home. We couldn’t be arsed with the bus, so ordered an Uber while we had a smoke outside the pub. We sat in silence in the car, but Bret reached over and gestured for me to hold his hand which felt really good. I didn’t have a huge amount of time before my shift at the Dragon and nor did he before he was due at the gym, so we just chilled out together on the sofa drinking strong coffees and glasses of water to perk ourselves up a bit. There was a lot to think about, a lot to talk to the others about, but the therapist’s words had stuck with me. Guilt. Shame. Fear. As I lay against my brother with his arm round me I decided there and then that whatever happened, we had to help Dad to find what we all had. Liberation. Freedom. Love…

would like a present like that

I do this all the time

Hot, thank you.

Uhm great start - and great potential for more encounters

Pup, wait until you read after hehe 🙂 I'm still writing the next part. I'm adding more details, more sexual buildup , and including more guys in the next section . I hope it won't be too much . But if so, don't hesitate to message me afterward to give feedback. The next part is still not done yet. Sorry . You guys still have to wait. I hope you guys will like it, though .