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On a Saturday night, after a glass of wine, I started feeling a bit horny and really craved giving head. I began chatting with a guy I'd never hooked up with before, though we'd flirted in the past. After another glass, I thought, fuck it, and invited him over. I straight-up told him I just wanted to blow him and nothing more. He was totally cool with it. He came to my place. We started kissing, and I took his cock in my mouth. Pretty soon, he stripped off my clothes, pushed me onto my back on the bed, lifted my legs up, and spat on my hole. He kissed me again and told me to open my mouth wide. Then he spat right in it. He fingered my ass and shoved his cock inside me. He started thrusting hard while forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. With one hand, he squeezed my throat tightly, and I quickly felt his cum shooting deep inside me. It was incredibly hot, and now I don't want anything else 😛

When I see guys out together with a wingman vibe at a venue/bathhouse/etc., it usually leads to neither of them having any contact with anyone else. It seems like the exact opposite of what a true wingman enables. I don't understand the dynamic, perhaps it's safety, perhaps it's concern about being judged for who/what you really want being seen by another, but it usually leads to looking and not touching. Why even venture out? To the OP's point, I'd love someone who knows what I need sending those qualified breeders my way. I just don't have a friend like that in my life.

CumUnion Party at Steam last night, I got there around 7:30 since they are typically mostly over by 10, last night got off to a really slow start, but around 11:30 things started picking up to the point it was as good as it ever gets. Unlike last Saturday there were plenty of bottoms, so I topped at least 10 guys, seeded two of them. Only had one guy fuck me wasn't sure whether or not he came, but woke up to a cum fart this morning so I definitely got bred. Did have one guy, who had never been to Steam before ask me not long before I left if it was always this slow, I hated to break it to him that it was as good as it ever gets at that point in the evening The highlight of the evening was right before I left around 2:30, it had mostly emptied out, and I wanted to get off a 2nd time before calling it a night. I tried to fuck the guy who had complained about how slow it was, but he was as tight as a vice and we couldn't seem to figure out how to make it work. I had stepped over to watch a couple fucking on the bench by the slurp ramp, but they quickly stopped and left, when the twink that had been watching with me grabbed my hard cock bent over the just vacated bench and guided me into his loose cummy hole and started practically raping my dick with it. It didn't take long for me to add my cream to his well used fuck hole.

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Isn't that just beautiful. 😛

This is some of the hottest -- and most relatable -- writing I've seen anywhere on breeding zone. (And as a massive slut who loves partying, pozzing, and anything sexually deviant, I have found a LOT of relatable writing on this site! So that's saying a lot! 😛😈)

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I appreciate the 'guest' OP for putting this out there. Interestingly, the way the topic heading reads - I assumed (perhaps literally) it meant dating your wingman. Which made sense to me, a lot of sense to me. For the reason my brother @xxbjn2 so eloquently pointed out. As for fitting in with society and coupling up and having a "partner" for the 'bad times' I am conflicted by the following: anal gay bottoms, the kind that need to get fucked and bred by any horny man - can never seriously consider monogamy and accept or fulfill their calling of being used as a fuck hole for any horny man in need. this is where having a 'good friend' like a wingman as a life partner makes a lot of sense to me. especially when there is a shared purpose for the relationship. having another gay bottom as a partner that doesn't also want to act as your wingman, seems like a dead end situation unless the relationship is built on other common and shared activities beyond sex. oral gay men (sides), also just want to suck any dick. they may not need a wingman. this may appeal or lend itself more to the "lone wolves" of the gay community. why only oral? I never understood this aversion to using your ass to get bred...tbh. a-sexual or confused sexual persons. these people are the ones who complicate everything for all the actual breeders on this site. are these guys "tops" because they don't like anal? are they x, because they don't like y? not because they are hired to want z? is there a simple test to help a-sexual people figure this out? if you see a sexy ass and you don't immediate get hard and want to breed it, then: it's either not the ass for you or you don't want to breed ass if you see a sexy person, but don't imagine yourself penetrating them / or being penetrated by them it's either not the right person to breed or you don't actually want penetration to breed there is no way to "teach" these people how to desire to breed. you either need to breed (or get bred) or you don't. I think we need to find a way to let these poor fuckers off the hook so they can have their own letter in the alphabet of marginalized weird soup pop culture has lumped us all into. Sorry for the weird rant, but yeah...I don't know if gay men who want to be bred by any man are meant to be in any relationship, except for with their wingman. HMMMM, love you guys. Go easy on me.

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That’s a beautiful poz cock, even better with all that hair 🥵

Thank you! Glad u like 😈

I love it when a guy appreciates that final touch

This gets us to a very fun topic. It also gets back to one of your original questions to, re: leadership, which may be a good term to describe those who live with "pain only a moral person would feel--doing nothing..." or, in limitation. On the topic you bring up, the St Louis Fed posted a tangential document. [think before following links] https://www.stlouisfed.org/on-the-economy/2025/apr/whats-driving-surge-us-corporate-profits And, to continue beating on the human body as a 'system' analogy, let's go down a diagnosis and prescription road. The biggest drivers of post-COVID profit have been (point-of-purchase) retail and construction... combining for almost 40% of post-COVID growth of corporate profit of The Fed's selection set. There's a ton to talk about but I'm going focus here on retail -- a large part of which is Amazon. But it replicates across industries in digital consolidation which nationalizes products and services (if not globalizes them). In the case of Amazon, the amount of revenue they have sucked up from 1,000s of local stores which then goes to pay their workforce much higher salaries and [wealth] benefits (stock, 401k, etc.) than those local stores could have offered. Amazon is one example within this driver of wealth disparity: consolidation of supply and those suppliers' revenue (and profits) shared by their relatively fewer employees. AI is going to be the next. You can add Google, FB/Instagram, etc. But this brings it back to the bigger question, government's role in the problem. But additionally, how much is our own responsibility of that problem. Companies don't force us to use their products. We live in a free society. But we keep eating the sugar than complain about diabetes. Here's where leadership in government comes in, to one of your original questions. Someone open to a government role but also tries to lead people to make better decisions. Should government programs incentivize people to make better decisions or penalizes success. There's much more to be politically gained in the latter. That's poor leadership. On this specific topic, most Democrats take the latter position while Republicans simply abdicate for fear of government involvement. To switch gears a bit, here on environmentalism, I begrudgingly give Warren some credit in the 2020 primaries. She tried to bring up the amount we drive but it fell on deaf ears. Driving is the sugar -- due to direct and indirect environmental impact as well as lifestyle and its part to play on lower life expectancy (people don't walk/exercise enough in daily life). That last part is so important and missed in our national political discourse, our own role in our own health. This is true not only for the 'systems' analogy we're discussing but the cause and effect in so many other behaviors - health and healthcare, wealth distribution, etc. On health for healthcare's sake: Here's an interesting excerpt from a book I noted to one of your previous posts, this was specifically to lifestyle and food consumption, re higher age-adjusted life expectancy of Mexican and Latin American women coming to the US vs. white non-Hispanic women in the US: “...All studies in fact show that immigrants in general are healthier the day they arrive than after five years’ residence in the United States..." Excerpt From: A Population History of the United States: Second Edition, Herbert S. Klein To solve any problem, where is the balance between personal choice and government programs? Which should take the lead?

Anyone else? I hooked up with an old friend, and he wanted to he wanted to fist and I had a great time. He told me to push out while he was way in and an orgasm from inside just built, and exploded. Literally felt like I shot the biggest cumshot of my life and nothing came out haha. this happened 7/8 more times over the fun. when I got home I got a big plug of mine and found I could do the same thing, I then did it almost every day for a bit, then I noticed I wasn’t jerking off anymore and took 4/5 days off everything. Hooked up with my girl, could NOT cum. Hooked up with a twink I top, could NOT cum. I literally haven’t actually cum in like 2 weeks, just can’t so im oddly over it and just want anal. Is this normal?

Here's the latest chapter, hope you enjoy it! If you'd like the updated epub file, message me and I'll send it to you. --- I contemplated ignoring the blond hunk at my door, leaving him outside until he left. I had enough trouble keeping Brandon’s advances at bay already, I could hardly picture myself fending off not one but two horny young men who would do anything to fuck me again—never caring about the fact that my wife was around. “Hi, Daddy,” Josh greeted me when I ended up opening the door. He was wearing nothing but a tight crop top that barely contained his big chest and left his defined abs exposed. His jean shorts were cut above his large thighs, making him look like a proper cum slut. His bold look had me riveted. “Glad you like my outfit,” he chuckled as his beefy arms wrapped around my waist before I could even respond, his lips kissing my neck. “Hey, Josh,” I said out loud for Kate to hear, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my crotch. “Sorry, we already started eating without you.” “That’s fine, I’m not that hungry,” Josh said, looking disappointed when I pushed him away, afraid Kate could walk in on us. “Come on in, Josh,” Kate called from the dining room, her voice warm and inviting. “I’ll fix you a plate.” Josh grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “Wouldn't miss it for the world,” he said, winking at me before sauntering into the living room, my gaze captivated by his bubble butt. I swore the young jock was arching his back to show his ass to me as he walked. I followed him, my senses on high alert. I was starting to sweat from the stress of hiding my emotions from my wife. Thankfully, Kate didn’t seem to notice the sexual tension that emanated from the boys. She even complimented Josh’s outrageous outfit, giggling when he told her that his fashion sense brought all the boys to the yard. “Thank you for having me over, Mrs. Marks,” Josh said, planting a kiss on her hand. “I have to admit I do feel a bit lonely without my moms around.” “Of course, sweetie,” Kate replied, her smile bright. “It’s the least we could do, you’re watching out for Brandon at school.” Josh settled into the empty seat at the table, his eyes lingering on Brandon before shifting to me. I could sense something was afoot, the unspoken communication between them was making my blood pressure skyrocket. Thankfully, they didn’t try anything during dinner, it went on with a strange mix of normalcy and underlying tension. Kate chatted animatedly with Josh, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between the three of us. I focused on her to help alleviate my stress, focused on her levity and bright smile. She did tame Brandon’s flames, after all. Thanks to her, I found Brandon back to his old self, the one that I knew before we started exploring this new romantic side of our relationship. Throughout dinner I made sure to avoid alcohol, Brandon and Josh were the only ones to indulge. As dinner concluded, Josh offered to help clear the table. “I'll take care of the dishes,” he said, his voice smooth. “You can relax.” “Oh, no you won’t, this is our house, and you are a guest,” Kate protested, but Josh was already stacking plates, his movements efficient and practiced. “Brandon, honey, can you please take over?” “On it,” Brandon said, nudging Josh and taking the plates before the blond could. “Thank you,” Kate said, letting a long yawn. “You should get some sleep, Mom, you’ve been up most of the day after your night shift,” Brandon said, lifting the plates like a pro as he went to the kitchen. “He’s right, you worked hard,” I added, letting out a yawn myself. The lack of sleep from last night was catching up to me. “Well, if you don’t mind then, I’ll go to bed,” she said, giving me a chaste kiss before she left us. I got up and cleared the rest of the table, joining Brandon in the kitchen to load the dishwasher. As soon as Kate disappeared upstairs, the atmosphere shifted. Josh followed me into the kitchen and leaned against the counter beside Brandon. They exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. “So,” Josh started, a smirk on his face. “Anything interesting you two want to share with me?” “Let's just say,” Brandon said, his eyes locking onto mine, “We were... occupied.” Josh's eyes darkened, his gaze lingering on my body. “Occupied with what?” “Well, if you’re good tonight,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine, “We might show you.” Brandon closed the dishwasher and moved closer, his hand sliding down to rest on my hip, his fingers tracing the line of my waistband until they slipped inside my briefs to fondle my balls. “Even better,” he murmured, his hot breath on my mouth, “I'm sure we can arrange a demonstration.” Josh’s eyes were glued to Brandon’s hand on my body. “I’d like that very much,” he said, his voice husky. He moved closer as well, his eyes flicking between mine and Brandon’s. “Very much indeed.” I felt trapped between them, heat rising to my cheeks when Josh’s body touched mine. The thought of Kate upstairs was enough to startle me out of the upcoming urges. I tried to extricate myself from Brandon and Josh but they were stronger and outnumbered me, they pulled me back between their bodies, hands on my chest. “Where do you think you’re going, dad?” Brandon whispered against my neck. “You haven’t given us our dessert yet,” Josh added, his tongue tracing a long swipe along my neck. He and Brandon were working in sync, sucking on my neck while their hands kept me in place. “Brandon, your mother is upstairs,” I panted as I tried to push them away in vain, they just would not budge. I groaned when their hands started stroking my cock through my pants. “Exactly,” Brandon said, his tongue licking my ear. “And that's precisely why this is so... thrilling.” Josh chuckled, his deep voice a soothing rumble I could feel cascading down my chest. “He's right,” he murmured. “The risk is half the fun.” They pinned me against the cool countertop, their bodies pressing against mine, their hands exploring my body with a possessive urgency. Brandon's fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, while Josh's hands slid down my briefs. Brandon hadn’t showered since we got home, the smell of sex and sweat I’d fought so hard to ignore during dinner was now invading my senses in full force. I could feel their hard cocks rubbing against me leisurely, as though they had all the time in the world. “Just imagine,” Brandon whispered, “the look on mom’s face if she knew what we were doing right under her nose.” “She'd be so proud,” Josh added, “of how well we're taking care of you.” Their words, though marked with a dark humor, gave me cold sweats. The audacity of their actions, their careless desires, was both terrifying and exhilarating. “You’re insane, we shouldn't,” I stammered, my voice was raspy. My body was not cooperating at the moment, and the words I spoke were meaningless, seeing how I was letting them do as they pleased. “Too late,” Brandon growled, his eyes so dark I could barely see any blue left. “We've already started.” He pulled my shirt open, his hands tracing the lines of my chest, his familiar touch sending waves of heat through my body. Josh, meanwhile, had slid both my underwear and pants down at once, his eyes never leaving mine. “You're so beautiful, Dad,” Brandon whispered. “Just like this, naked and mine.” He leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly. Part of me hated how powerless I was when Brandon claimed me like this, so brazen and unapologetic. Josh's hands moved to cup my balls, his fingers gently squeezing and stroking. “I’ve missed this beautiful cock, Daddy,” Josh said before he licked me like a lollipop. “You taste amazing.” Their synchronized touches overwhelmed my senses, a whirlwind of sweet forbidden pleasure. I tried to resist, to push them away, but their touch was too intoxicating, their desire too consuming. “Brandon... Josh...” I groaned. “That's it, Daddy,” Brandon encouraged me, his hands moving to cup my face. “Let go. Give in.” Josh kept sucking me with his impressive skills, as though he didn’t need to breathe. My cock was in pain from all the stimulation it had gotten today. “You’re so fucking hot, Daddy,” he whispered when he let go of my cock to catch his breath at last. They worked together like clockwork, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body with such efficiency it made me think they’d done it for a long time. The thought of Kate upstairs in our marital bed appeared out of nowhere in my mind, bringing me back from the lusty haze the boys had pulled me in. It was just the trigger I needed to move away from their bodies before I lost my mind entirely. My sudden escape startled them enough that I could run from the kitchen and up the stairs while putting myself back together. I walked in my bedroom before they could catch up, relieved when I saw my wife fast asleep. I locked the door behind me, going straight to the bathroom to clear my head, splashing my face with cold water. I looked at my reflection, finding my face flushed, my pupils dilated and my neck red. It was a wonder Kate hadn’t noticed the red marks Brandon had left on me. I leaned against the cool porcelain sink, my heart pounding in my chest. The image of Brandon and Josh, their eyes filled with lust, their hands reaching for me, was still fresh in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my racing thoughts. The sound of my phone ringing snapped me back to reality, pushing me to go get it and mute it before it woke Kate. I held my breath when I saw Brandon’s face on the screen, a video call pending. I grabbed my earbuds and returned to the bathroom after one last look at Kate, who was still asleep. I closed the door and walked as far back as I could so I would not be heard. I sat against the wall, putting on my earbuds before picking up the call. “Dad?” Brandon's voice was timid when I picked up, his innocent expression hiding his nasty intentions. Josh’s face was glued to Brandon’s, though unlike my son, he didn’t try to hide his horny smirk. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, son, I’m just really tired," I whispered, another yawn escaping as I scrubbed my face. I wasn’t lying, I was ready to fall asleep any second. I looked at them, their faces so close to the camera I couldn’t see where they were calling me from. “We just want to make sure you're okay,” Josh added, his voice smooth and persuasive. His hand was caressing Brandon’s face while he kissed his neck. “We didn't mean to upset you.” “You didn't upset me,” I replied, heaving a sigh. “I just wish you boys would calm down. You're trying to seduce me while my wife is right next door.” “And what's so wrong with that?” Josh asked with a low chuckle. “Everything,” I hissed in frustration. “This is insane, Brandon. You love your mom, don’t you? She doesn’t deserve the heartbreak of finding out about us. This has to stop.” “Stop?” Josh repeated, his tone serious and dangerous as he turned to the camera, moving on from kissing my son. “We're just getting started.” “You boys can do whatever you want to each other tonight, but I won’t be part of it,” I told them, trying to sound firm. “Besides, I’m not that young anymore, I can’t get it up. I came three times today.” The silence that followed was unnerving, their intense eyes piercing through me. I waited for their response, but it never came. Instead, Brandon moved his phone and switched to the rear camera and put it down a bit farther so I could see their bodies as they turned to each other and started kissing, hypnotizing me. I recognized Brandon’s bedroom, they were standing at the foot of his bed, his phone most likely propped up on his tripod. Brandon’s lips curved into a smirk against Josh’s, his fingers tightening in the other man’s short blond hair just enough to make him groan. The sound sent a sharp thrill through me—part shock, part something darker, something I refused to name. Josh’s hands, broad and possessive, slid down Brandon’s sides, settling on his hips. His eyes flicked to me—challenging, amused—before he leaned in to nip at Brandon’s lower lip. The intimacy of the deliberate display made my stomach clench. I should have looked away, ended the call right then, but my hands could not move, my pulse hammering in my throat. Josh’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Brandon’s pants, and my jaw tightened. This wasn’t just defiance. It was a performance—one meant for me. A punishment. A test. And God help me, I was failing it. The moment Josh’s hands disappeared into Brandon’s pants, my breathing became shallower, my cock aching as it rose in my sweatpants. I could see the outline of Josh’s fingers moving, the way Brandon’s hips twitched forward in response. A soft, breathy moan escaped my son’s lips, and my grip on my phone tightened. “Fuck,” Brandon said, his voice rough. Josh smirked, his other hand sliding up Brandon’s chest underneath his shirt to reveal my son’s perfect body, fingers teasing his nipple. “You like that, baby brother?” Brandon’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he forced them open again, locking onto the camera—onto me. His lips parted, his breathing uneven. “Yeah…fuck yeah, big bro.” I wanted to hang up. I swear to God I did, but my body did not respond to my brain anymore. The sight of them—Brandon’s flushed face, Josh’s confident hands—was too captivating. Josh’s fingers worked with slow, deliberate strokes, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Brandon’s neck. “You hear that, Daddy?” he murmured. “Your son’s already so fucking hard for me.” Shivers seized my body as I heard the magic word again. Daddy. The way Josh said it—low, possessive—sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin. Brandon’s breath hitched again, his hips rocking into Josh’s touch. “Josh—fuck—” Josh chuckled, the hand that was jerking Brandon’s cock moving to grip his ass, pulling him flush against him. “You want to show him?” he whispered against Brandon’s ear, just loud enough for me to hear. “Want to let Daddy see what he’s missing?” Brandon’s lips curled into a smirk that mirrored Josh’s as he looked at me again. Without breaking eye contact with me, Brandon reached down and pushed his pants and briefs past his hips in one smooth motion, letting them drop to the floor. My throat went dry at the sight of my son’s ass, his cheeks spread apart by Josh’s expert hands, turning them towards the camera to show me his hole. As if reading my thoughts, Josh pushed Brandon’s ass closer, to give me a better view of my son’s hole leaking cum. My cum. Fuck. Josh’s hands kneaded Brandon’s ass, his finger teasing the wet pucker before plunging in and out to get more of my load. Brandon’s moans were partly muffled, his face buried in the crook of Josh’s neck. “Look at him,” Josh said as he pulled his finger out and showed me Brandon’s stretched hole as more cum seeped out. “So fucking pretty when he’s like this, isn’t he? I know you’re itching to put your cock back in your son’s hole, Daddy.” I swallowed hard, my own body betraying me as heat pooled low in my stomach. This was so hot. I loved watching my paternal seed coming out of my son’s hole, proof of my earlier breeding. Josh sure knew how to talk dirty to me, how to appeal to my perverted mind. Josh leaned forward to show me his face as he licked his finger, tasting my cum with a sinful whimper. “You watching, Daddy? I love your cum,” he said. Brandon’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving against Josh, his ass bouncing as he did so. “Fuck—Josh, I’m—” “Yeah, baby, I know you feel empty now,” Josh murmured, his lips brushing Brandon’s ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll add my load to Daddy’s.” Josh turned Brandon’s body around and took off his shirt, so Brandon’s glorious body was now on display. Josh was quick to pull his shorts down and nestled his hard cock between Brandon’s cheeks. He entered Brandon’s hole slowly, his eyes never leaving the camera. “Still think you’re too tired, Daddy?” he murmured, his voice dripping with challenge. I was petrified. My pulse roared in my ears, my cock throbbing painfully in my briefs. Brandon, still catching his breath, smirked at the screen. “Door’s unlocked, Dad,” he whispered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “If you change your mind.” As though afraid they would magically suck me in through the screen, I hung up in panic, not trusting myself to not take them up on their offer. The screen went black. Fuck. I sat there, my breathing ragged, my body thrumming with a mix of arousal and guilt. The image of Brandon and Josh—their bodies tangled together, their moans still echoing in my mind—left me dizzy with want. I glanced at the bathroom door, half-expecting them to burst through it. But the house was quiet. Kate was still asleep, I could hear her soft breathing from the bedroom, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside me. I forced myself to stand, splashing more cold water on my face, trying to wash away the heat clinging to my skin. But it was no use. My cock was still hard, straining against my sweatpants, aching for release. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white. I should go to bed. I should ignore them. I should, but I could not. My fingers trembled as I unlocked my phone again, staring at the black screen where their faces had just been. The silence was deafening. The choice was mine—I could stay put in my room and resist my carnal instincts or give in to the temptation they so expertly dangled in front of me. I took a deep breath, listening to Kate’s steady breathing. She was exhausted from her shift, deep in sleep. She wouldn’t wake up. Would she? My pulse spiked at the thought. I opened the door quietly, peering into the bedroom. Kate was curled under the blankets, her back to me, undisturbed. The rational part of my brain screamed at me to stay, to crawl into bed beside her and forget what I’d just seen. But the other part—the part that remembered the way Brandon’s body felt against mine, how his cum tasted, the way his back had arched into Josh’s touch, the way Josh had chanted Daddy like it was a prayer—that part was winning. My body obeyed my cock in the end as I crept out of the bedroom, closing the door with barely a click. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the sliver under Brandon’s door at the end of the hall. My bare feet moved silently across the carpet, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure they could hear it through the walls. I hesitated for a few minutes outside Brandon’s door, my hand hovering over the knob. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. My old and respectable self was raging within me, telling me to turn back and stop feeding the sexual monster that was taking over my life. Unfortunately, my body didn’t care about anything but reuniting with my son’s. My mind reasoned that if I just watched them, it would be okay, right? If I didn’t join them, I would be just a voyeur at worst. It wouldn’t hurt anybody. I turned the knob. I opened the door to a dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sight before me stole the breath from my lungs. I stood behind the door, making sure I was in the dark as I took in the scene unfolding before me. Brandon was on his back, legs spread, his cock glistening with precum as Josh knelt between his thighs, his tongue working slow circles around Brandon’s hole—my cum still leaking out of him. It was a filthy sight that excited me nonetheless, watching the blond jock eating my cum out of my son’s hole. “Wish Daddy was here,” Brandon moaned when Josh stood up to tease his hole with his cock. “I know, baby bro, me too,” Josh said before he slipped his cock in. “But don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get him back.” “Fuck, your raw cock feels so good,” Brandon panted, his hands roaming over Josh’s chest. “Love how you’re pushing Daddy’s cum in.” “Yeah? You want another load?” Josh said, his hips speeding up, hitting Brandon hard with each thrust. “You little cum slut, that’s what you crave, isn’t it?” “Fuck yeah, give me your load, big bro,” Brandon said with a huge smile on his face. As if he had a sixth sense to detect my presence, Josh’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, a smirk curling his lips as he pulled back. “Oh look who’s here, Bran-bran.” Brandon turned his head, his blue eyes lighting up when they caught sight of me, his lips swollen from kissing. “Took you long enough, Daddy—ungh—I knew you couldn’t resist us,” he purred. I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing at the sight of them. “You hung up on us, that wasn’t very nice,” Josh said as he slowed down until he pulled out of Brandon. When I saw Josh step back from Brandon and start walking toward me, I panicked again and slammed the door shut. I retreated to the safety of my bedroom, closing the door before me. I paced, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to catch my breath. How the hell was I supposed to stay sane when I had two sinfully gorgeous men at my disposal, who wanted nothing more than to ravage me? A soft knock at the bedroom door made my heart stop. I looked at Kate—still asleep, thank God—before I went to put my ear to the bedroom door. “Dad?” Brandon's voice was barely a whisper, muffled through the wood. “You still here?” I didn’t answer. Maybe if I stayed quiet, he’d think I was asleep. The sound of the door unlocking—damn it, Brandon had found our bedroom key—made my heart skip a beat, and soon the doorknob turned. Shit. The door cracked open, and before I could close it back, Brandon slipped inside, his eyes brimming with hunger. He was shirtless, wearing a thong that barely covered anything, his cock visibly hard beneath the fabric. Behind him, Josh loomed, his muscular frame filling the doorway, a smirk on his lips. I was frozen on my feet. Brandon stepped closer, his fingers brushing my cheek. “You keep escaping us, you tease, that’s rude,” he murmured. I swallowed hard, pushing him back towards the hall. “Brandon—” “Why are you playing hard to get, Daddy, mhh?” Josh said, his body a strong wall that kept me from pushing them further out of my bedroom. Brandon’s hand slid down my chest, his touch burning through my shirt. I turned around to check on Kate, scared she might wake up any second to see this. “You really thought you could ignore us?” “Your mother—” “Is asleep,” Josh finished, confirming what I was seeing as he crowded me from behind, effectively caging me between them. His hands settled on my hips, his grip firm. “And we can be very quiet.” Brandon leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “Let us take care of you, Dad.” When Kate let out a soft snore, I snapped out of it and succeeded in pushing them away. I pushed them both out the door through surprise and willpower I did not know I still had in me. I made sure to snatch our bedroom key out of Brandon’s hand before I locked the door for good. I leaned back against it, trying to ignore my son’s pleas and slid down until I sat on the floor. Thankfully, they left me alone after a few seconds while I took deep breaths to slow my heartrate, listening to the distant creak of floorboards as Brandon and Josh retreated down the hall. I stayed slumped against the door, self-hatred and arousal confusing my thoughts. This couldn’t go on. This emotional whiplash was wearing me down. I dragged a hand down my face, forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. Kate’s steady breathing from the bed was a lifeline, a reminder of the life I was supposed to be living—the one that didn’t involve my son’s hands on me or his fraternity friend’s tongue in my mouth. My breathing was shallow, my heart thundering against my chest at the thought of Brandon’s careless attempts to fuck me with his mother so close by. His behavior was becoming worse than I had feared. I crept to the bed, sliding under the covers as carefully as I could, but the moment my body hit the mattress, Kate stirred. “Mmhh… everything okay?” she mumbled, eyes shut as she reached for me. “Yeah, Brandon was just checking on us,” I lied, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m beat.” She hummed in response, already drifting off again, her warm body bringing me comfort. It took me a while to calm down, many breathing exercise routines I had learned to slow my heart rate. Eventually, my body succumbed to the exhaustion I had cumulated, and my brain shut down.

Love it! 🙈🙉🙊🐷

Are the other days in here too? Day 4 was fantastic.