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The closest thing I can compare it to is one of the more gonzo Treasure Island films, like the 1000 load fuck or hard cuts 3. But it went so much further. The orgy with Jack, Derek and David, Rentman, Sheriff and Young Trucker made those flicks look like cinemax after dark. And thanks to the impressive work done by David and Derek, we have every single second captured on film, from multiple angles, with lighting that did my boy justice, and a sluttiness in each of us going off the scale. Brian Kinney wishes he could get as piggy, nasty, raunchy, risque, kinky, trashy, slutty as we got that night. And with over 6,000,000 views on pornhub alone, it's safe to say my boy is going to be a star. That's why he's back in LA, Hollywood to be specific. Armed with David's real estate savvy, Derek's native knowledge of the area, and my power of attorney, Jack is looking for a place for us in the Hollywood Hills. I miss him terribly, and I'm counting the days until he flies back home and I can give him a big hug, a bigger kiss, and an enormous load or three. But that's not to say I'm alone right now. Naturally, I'm naked, in bed, hitting the pipe and watching porn with tonight's trick. He's going hit for hit with me, and I'm impressed by his stamina. I've already fucked him three times this week, and tonight he came back for fourths, nevermind the fact that his hole is tender, and very, very beat up from cock. I wish Jack were here right now, I'm thinking, because I'd love to see his face when he walked into the bedroom and saw his best friend getting fucked relentlessly by his dad. *** I've known Teddy since Moses wore short pants. He's alway been a handsome boy, and he's always been Jack's closest friend and confidant. He was holding Jack's hand that afternoon when I walked into the living room and Jack walked out of the closet. I suspected that Teddy might have a crush on jack before either of them knew what a crush was. I never suspected he had a crush on me until about a year ago, when he was helping Jack pack up for college. Teddy came down for some snacks, or so he said, but then he lingered in the kitchen asking questions a toddler would know the answer to. His shirt was off, and I noticed the top button his wrangler cutoffs was undone. “Whatcha cooking sir?” I’ll give Teddy this… His mama and daddy raised him to be one of the most respectful and well mannered individuals I’Ve ever met. “Well, let me see, these appear to be steaks and those brown, potato looking things? I think they’re potatoes. Relax, there’s also a nice crisp salad sitting in the fridge, and I’ll bow to the demands of today’ youth with a vinaigrette instead of my homemade ranch.” I hadn’t intended to set him up for a homerun and yet here he was swinging at the pitch. “I think you’re homemade ranch tastes better than any other ranch out there. I can’t get enough of it, Jack has to check my face and clothes before we leave to make sure I didn’t get any of your… ranch… all over me. Now wouldn’t that be a sight? Me walking out of this house, covered head to toe?” “Teddy, I do believe that would be a sight. But you know if you did get a mess of it all over you, well you know where the showers are. Right upstairs, in my bedroom, there’s the nicest shower you’ll ever cast your eyes on.” The outline of his cock is becoming visible in his cutoffs, and if it wasn’t for the kitchen island I’m standing in front of, he’d see that mine is rising to the occasion, through the unzipped fly of my pants. "You know son, it looks an awful lot like you might need a shower right now. Perhaps on the cold side” He takes a furtive look at his cock before looking up and catching my eyes again,his face suddenly red from embarrassment. I admired the boldness he was showing, but I didn’t want to upset a very delicate applecart. I know Jack and Teddy messed around, and if I made a move on Teddy - or, more accurately, stuck my cock in his eager-bordering-on-desperate hole, Jack might have all sorts of feelings about it. My momentary indulgence of the fantasy hasn’t gone unnoticed; Teddy is looking at me intently, but his eyes keep darting to something. I discreetly look around, and then realize what the boy’s caught sight of: the reflection of my now painfully erect cock jutting out of my shorts and leaking drop after drop of precum. He knows I’m turned on. I know he knows, and he knows I know that he knows it. “We’re pretty knowledgeable around these parts,” I say out loud, echoing a line from a movie where Richard the Lionheart is fucking the King of France (sadly, offscreen). Teddy looks at me quizzically, not knowing how the fuck what I just said is supposed to be dirty. He rises to the challenge, though. “I’m pretty knowledgeable myself, but I can always use a good lesson.” I’m impressed, my dick even jumps a little. He notices. “Look Teddy, you’re like a son to me. But more importantly,” I pause for the necessary dramatic emphasis,” you’re a boy in the eyes of the law. When you’re 18, and can make a man’s decision, well…” I trail off, knowing his imagination was filling in all the blanks for me. And doing so with a teenager’s gusto. I didn’t have to wait long. Teddy turned 18 just a hop skip and a jump after Jack did. I knew there were no secrets between Jack and Teddy, and even still I was surprised to come home on Teddy’s birthday, to see Teddy and my boy ass up on the couch, the words “hey daddy” written across those magnificent, angelic, slutty little asses. “Well hello boys. I see Jack’s brought his little friend over.” Those were the exact words I used when I met Teddy nearly 13 years prior. I doubt either boy remembered; if they did, they didn’t say so… unless puckering those tasty holes I was about to devour counted as an answer. “Jack,” I began before he cut me off, knowing what his whore of a father was about to ask. “Daddy, you know it’s Teddy’s birthday, and he ought to get your first load.” I have raised such a charmer, my boy is so goddamned polite, I think, as I tear my shirt off - quite literally, one of the buttons hits Jack and bounces onto Teddy, both boys shuddering with anticipation at the added sensory stimuli. They’re both backlit by the dining room, and I can see the contours of their perfectly sculpted bodies, their back and shoulders casting deep, enticing shadows. The bright, pale skin of their bare asses contrasts so beautifully with the golden bronze of their skin. And there, hanging down in the center, is my boy’s cock, which I’ve started to get to know in minute detail. Matching his, just a few feet over, is Teddy’s. Almost as long, but noticeably thicker, than Jack’s… These two must have had some amazing sessions together, learning each other’s bodies and their own. I’m building the anticipation for them while taking my time in admiration of what God and good genetics had gifted them, gifted me, in this moment. Teddy has absolutely pictured this moment a thousand times, and I can imagine how hot the planning sessions with Jack were. I know my boy, and none of this is left to chance, right down to the lighting. He is as methodical in getting his best friend some daddy dick - His’ Daddy’s Dick - as I was in planning the moment when Jack would first give me his hole. *** “You remember that first night? Your birthday?” I ask, exhaling from a long drag on the pipe? "Is that a real question? Do yo know how often I jack off thinking about that?” I know it’s a dumb question, but I want to hear him say it. And echoing that flirtation in the kitchen, he knows I know… He flips over so he can look me in the eye while he strokes and licks my cock. “Well, as I recall, your son, devious little pervert that he is - clearly his daddy’s boy - suggested rather strongly that you might, how did he put it, ‘fuck me like a 2 dollar whore 10 minutes after last call’ if that was something I wanted. Naturally, being the obliging type…” he trails off, going to work intently on sucking a load out of my cock. The boy is an expert, I rather strongly suspect because Jack has taught him how to. In the same way I’m relieved Jack has two gorgeous west coast daddies taking care of him - in all the ways a dad and daddy should - he’s making sure his best friend, a boy like his own brother, is taking care of me. I marvel again at what a beautiful person I’ve raised, all the more grateful that he’s just as much of a slutty, methed up whore for cock as I am. I tap Teddy on the head, just as he’s about to earn another load down his throat. This boy loves sucking cock, more than anything else, and we’ve taken to having him service me while I’m on conference calls, and even the occasional zoom meeting. I bought a clear, glass top desk just so I can watch as he fishes my cock out of my pants, laps at it until it’s hard and leaking, then devours it until my nut goes rocketing down his throat. And because he’s such a cute little fucker, with impeccable manners, he licks my dick clean before replacing it in my pants and dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. But when he gets the tap on his head, he knows what’s in store. He wordlessly assumes the position, taking a long couple of puffs off the pipe, and then a couple more, before handing it me. I take one drag, then two, and exhale slowly, the meth enveloping his body and making the scene all the more intense. I lube up my cock while he puts on his ball gag - his addition, not mine, as I love the sound of him moaning. But he says he gets turned on moaning through the ball gag, and I can’t lie, it’s incredibly hot to hear him shaking and screaming through the restraint as I thrust in and out of his tight, red hot hole. He’s gotten so used to taking my dick that I just slide right in. I still lube up, despite him asking me to just use spit. I know he’s taking dick elsewhere - the course of antibiotics I had to take a few weeks ago were proof enough of that - and I get turned on hearing how addicted to cum he already is. He sucked my cock so expertly, and I was so vividly recalling the details of that first encounter - how I made him wait, licking and gently grazing every part of his ass but his hole, that when I did finally lean in and kiss it, he came almost instantly. …How I used his cum, and the torrents of precum leaking from Jack, who had moved to the other end of the couch, watching us intently, jacking his dick to within a microsecond of cumming before backing off to start the edge again, to lube up my cock while I never once broke contact between my mouth and his hole. …How I put my cockhead right up to his hole, and for the second time in as many months, had an eager, virgin cunt suck me in slowly, steadily, aching to be wrecked. *** 90 minutes I fucked my son’s best friend, egged on and cheered every step of the way by my son, naked, covered in his own precum, spit from his best friend hungrily kissing him and sucking his cock, and from sweat from his dad’s olympic calibur dickdown of his friend. I only stopped - after shooting four loads and building to a powerful fifth - because Jack was looking at me with a huger that was coming to define his very essence. “Daddy, is it okay if I…” He gets shy, almost demure in asking me, and I instinctively know what he wants. “Son, I’d be delighted to see that.” I dismount, a barely perceptible “thank you” comes wheezing out of Teddy’s throat. He’s panting, shaking from the orgasm I had him on the brink of. I take Jack’s place on the couch, my legs spread wide so the boys can see me playing with my hole as I watch Teddy straighten up, crack his back, and stretch as Jack assumes my favorite position, on his back with his legs spread tantalizingly wide. Teddy bends down and starts gently licking Jack’s hole. I’m beside myself with lust, a primal hunger to watch these two studs fuck each other senseless. Despite Teddy’s gentile approach to licking my son’s asshole, there’s absolutely no finesse in the way he straddles up to Jack, positions his cock - by now engorged beyond all previous bounds, with a head glistening and red the color of a glowing ember and bring it right up to Jack’s quivering, desperate hole. “You sure it’s okay daddy” both boys ask me at the same time, and they both quickly start laughing at the unplanned precision of their last second manners. I give them the only answer appropriate to the moment, standing up and aiming my dick right at Jack’s hole and Teddy’s cock, stroke one, two, three, four times before firing a massive cumshot all over both of them. Jack grunts, Teddy groans, and they both sigh audibly as Teddy takes his go ahead and pushes in. He goes a little too fast, and I can see Jack tense up, for a moment fatherly concern takes over and I’m about to say something when Jack grabs my thigh and looks Teddy in the eye. “That all you got sport?” Teddy gets a devilish grin on his face, and starts thrusting quickly, powerfully. Gone are the trembling young boys coming out to me, replaced by two powerful athletes who, in a tale as old as time, are now competing against each other. The competition? Who can fuck the hardest, fastest, hottest. I am one lucky son of a bitch, I think to myself. Teddy relentlessly assails Jack’s asshole, sliding in and out so fast I can barely get my tongue in position to taste my son’s ass on his best friend’s cock. Teddy slows the pace a touch, slightly changing position to give me full access. Jack takes the opportunity to huff a bottle of poppers I hadn’t noticed until just now, and as soon as he feels the rush, he gives Teddy a good slap across the face. The competition resumes. Teddy, wanting more of the porn star performance, motions for Jack to get on his knees, but Jack flashes a toothy, cheshire cat grin, and before I know it, the two boys are outright wrestling. I’m a little concerned this might become an actual fight, so intensely are they going at it, until Teddy bursts out laughing, which Jack quickly joins in. The laughter consumes my boy until Teddy, remembering the competition, pins Jack. The both of them laugh even harder, and even though I’m stroking my cock to keep it nice and hard, I’m laughing too, amused at the latest antics of the two young adonises wrapped up in each other’s bodies. The moment of levity subsides, and both boys start making out. They clearly have lust for each other, and they’ve clearly played around before, but I can tell there isn’t a romantic overlay to this. They simply know each other so well, have bonded over so much, and have both thought about What It Would Be Like enough to know they’ll share this moment, and plenty more like it, as friends. But before I can go down that road too much, they motion for me to joint them, and I’m there in a flash. The three of us naked, having a three way kiss while we all furiously stroke our cocks. I can sense that neither of them have their eyes open, and mine are closed as well. It was a perfect moment, and I don’t even feel bad we don’t have a video of that last act, when I shot my sixth load of the night onto their cocks, and feeling Jack immediately unleash his on me and Teddy, before teddy grunts hard, shoots his load on our cocks, and yells out a perfect texas “yeehaw” that has all of us convulsing in laughter, even as the last blasts of cum still shoot from Jack and myself. *** I fuck Teddy hard, the way he likes it. Jack is definitely more sensual than Teddy. Jack like to feel every inch of my cock slide into and out of his hole, Teddy like the thunder produced when my thighs slam into his hips. After 15 minutes of unrelenting pounding, I cum hard in his ass, he shoots all over his chest. I pull out, gingerly, knowing he’s still relatively new to all of this, as he starts scooping up his load and feeding it to me. I hit the stop button on the remote - I promised Jack a video, and he promised one with Derek and Dave in return. I miss him terribly, and not just because I haven’t gotten to fuck him on over a month. Teddy has been a great sport, he’s practically living out of Jack’s old room. He’s planning on transferring from Texas A&M to UCLA, altho I do confess to loving him walking around in his hoodie and nothing else, the ATM logo giving itself over so easily to my new nickname for Teddy - Ass To Mouth. This is just round one for us, when Teddy smokes with me, we usually have three or four rounds like this before I send him to bed. I’m almost at my limit, when he cues up the video. “You’re quite insatiable tonight my boy,” and Teddy just snickers. He loves watching this video. It’s the orgy after I slam Jack the first time. “Can we watch it again?” He asks me in a singsong voice quite reminiscent of Jack. “Oh all right, I suppose. But you know you do have class in the afternoon and I have a zoom with a client at 10,” “Yummy,” he says, shaking his ass and winking at me through our reflections in the mirror. “Yummy indeed. How about you cue it up to the part where you show up unannounced and proceed to admin me, Jack, and the rest of the group.” I smack him hard on the ass, “Naughty boy going around and shooting up random strangers.” “Just the trashy cum guzzling slut you and your boy want me to be,’ he says with angelic eyes and a devilish smile. “My uncredited cameo, coming right up.” He cues the video to the 57:00 minute mark, just as Dave is nutting all over Jack’s face. The audio is as clear as day, “Jack, Daddy Tony, y’all gonna invite me in or what?”

I take a moment to truly capture the sight before me. My son. My boy. My pride and joy. Toughest fucking quarterback his high school team had ever seen. Smartest honors student in probably the entre state of Texas - and not just book smarts, like Pearl Harbor happened on December 7 and the Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell kinda shit, my boy is brilliant. Deductive, insightful, and possessed of an emotional intelligence virtually unknown to someone as young in years as he is. He can assess a room instantly, read every person with uncanny, almost chilling precision, and know instantly what they need and how he can help them. It’s made every girl he’s ever met fall in love with him, and you can practically hear their panties get soaked just from his very presence. And more than a few boys have to adjust their suddenly throbbing dicks after a fleeting glance. I get more than a glance though. He stares at me intently, his piercing green eyes - almost a shade of emerald, locked onto mine with love and lust and hunger and a rapturous joy. His perfectly symmetrical face is still, with his powerful jawline silhouetted against the bright lights of the bathroom he just exited, having showered, prepared himself, and the points that will take our relationship beyond father and son, beyond fuck buddies, just.. Beyond. There is a stillness in the air that matches the stillness of his body. He is smiling, the playful, mischievous smile I’ve come to know so well over these last months we’ve been fucking. It’s a smile that reflects the pride I feel in him, and the pride he feels in himself, in his form, from the long sinewey stretches of his neck, the powerful broad shoulders, sweeping down to his biceps the size of bricks, pecs the size of dinner plates, a perfectly outline core of eight perfect abs. His adonis girdle, which I know he considers the sexiest part of himself (only because he can’t see his eyes the way I do) and which he calls his cum gutters… a term we’ve verified as accurae countless times over, when I’ve fucked the cum out of him or pulled out and doused him with the geyser of semen he brings out in me every. Single. Time. And then there’s that dick. Uncut - I wanted my boy to have a choice, even though I tend to prefer cut. He should get to decide what the essence, the root, the wellspring of his manhood says about himself. HIs magnificent cock is jutting, and like mine, long and curving slightly up and to the left. From my vantage on the bed, and the reflections in the mirror, it looks like a cobra, and it can charm and entrance anyone who sees it just like the real life cobras charmed by a flute played by a ballsy son of bitch with nerves of steel. I can see the deluge of precum - a trait he inherited from me - has already started flowing. He’s literally dripping on the floor, long thing strands flowing down his balls - he’s stopped trimming them, I’ve noticed, probably because he’s seen how the musk of his ball sweat drives me crazy, makes me into little more than a feral animal. That’s what I feel like right now. I want to ravish him, I want to pin him to the bed, lick his neck, suck his nipples, work my way down till that gorgeous dick is the only thing I can see, taste, smell. I want to rub it all over my face, get every last inch of my head covered with the cum and spit and essense of his masculinity, manhood, sex, all over me. I want his dick to claim me, mark me as his territory, as I’ve done to him countless times. I sit up a little straighter in the bed, my dick brushing against my thigh, and that simple touch is nearly enough to make me cum again, so powerful is the sexual tension in the room, so intense the lust between father and son, Anthony and Jack. I notice he’s shaking, trembling with the same anticipation and desire and hunger as I am. But before we can attack each other, sate our meth fueled hunger for each other, he and I have to talk. “Come sit with me a minute. We need to really talk about what’s about to happen, if you want it to happen.” He gives me this amused, though slightly puzzled look, a look that says “what idiot wouldn’t want this?”. Nevertheless, he saunters to my bed and sits next to me after putting the points and tourniquet on the dresser where they will be directly in my line of sight, a passive reminder that with two simple injections, he and I can cross into virtually uncharted territory of debauchery, depravity, of shooting more cum into, onto, around each other, of orgasms so powerful they’d sink California into the depths of the pacific. “I know you’ve heard me say this many, many times. And I want you to hear me, really hear me, again when I say it now. I love you, I wouldn’t trade what we have for all the riches of solomon. You know you are the most important man in my life, you are the foundation of my existence. And if you ever get even the most fleeting notion that this isn’t good or healthy or satisfying, then all you have to do is say the word and it’s done. Because you deserve to be loved by a man who will be as devoted to you as I am, but who can also share in the great experiences you have ahead of you, someone you can grow with.” At this, he cuts me off. “Daddy, I’ve fucked around a lot. I’ve dated several boys, and even one girl.” At this, I cock an eyebrow, a bemused expression creeping into my smile, which he matches. “I don’t see what those straight boys get about pussy. But that’s neither here nor there. I don’t ever want this to change. I’ve found the man who makes me happy, makes me fulfilled, makes me get out of bed so I can do the things that make me proud of myself, and makes him prouder still of me.” “It’s you. It’s always been you. When I was 13, 14, 15, I had so many dreams about you. You fucking me. You kissing me. You cumming on me over and over and over, and when I turned 18, all those dreams became a reality. Every night when I go to bed… well, on those nights when I actually do go to bed, I say a prayer of thanks to God for giving me a wonderful father, and the sexiest fucking man I could ever hope to find, would ever want to find.” He leaves the rest unspoken, and so do I. I can feel he heat returning, the tension reigniting. He feels it too. Both of our cocks are at full mast, the precum leaking out of us, as each word he speaks brings us closer and closer to what we know is coming, what we both want more than anything in the world. He stands up, making sure his cock sweeps within inches of my face, watching my eyes follow it. And smirking because he knows how much I’m under his spell, and how much he’s under mine. My dick jerks, once, twice, and a huge spurt of precum jumps out as he turns to grab the points and I see his ass in all it’s worked out, worked on, teenaged perfection, the deep tanline of his torso and legs abruptly ending and the soft, slightly olive hugh of his skin making for a natural highlight, focal point of the room, my gaze, and at this point, my very existence. I want to touch it, lick it, make out with it, rub my face all over his crack and wear his musk like the finest cologne. He turns back, striding to the bed with purpose. He gets on the bed, points in hand, and positions himself on his knees facing me. His powerful thighs so cut, so defined in the camera lights Dave and Derek have put up for precisely this shot. His abs, his pecs, his biceps and shoulders all perfectly shadowed to accent just how powerful and sculpted his body has become. I match his pose, and I can see him taking in the sight. We’re just a few feet apart, and our dicks are touching, kissing each other, sharing precum and stoking the fires within us that are already burning past white hot. We don’t want this anymore. We need it. We crave it, We are addicted to each other, to the sex we’re about to have, to our family founded on lust and masculinity and taking another man’s ass and having him take yours, of feeling a beautiful cock thrusting wildly in you, of that overwhelming pleasure of having it jackhammering in and out of you at a lighting clip, and nearly melting your brain from an orgasm so powerful your balls are literally pained, of panting so hard you never think you’ll catch your breath, at looking in the mirror and seeing streak after streak after streak of cum on your face, chest, ass, dick, legs, feet, and feeling like you’ve just been claimed by masculinity incarnate, that a stud has marked you as his, and that you’ve marked him as yours. “Daddy, be a dear would you, and shoot me up so that we can fuck each other until the stars at night are big and bright.” “I’d be happy to oblige. Jack, you cocky little fucker, you brazen little slut, my cum whore of a son who never fails to make me the proudest father and slutiest fuck buddy I can be, get ready to get fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.. And,” I pause for dramatic effect as I put the tourniquet on him, and he looks up at me expectantly,” Get ready to fuck your daddy. I know you can top. I’ve seen the videos, had those nice gentlemen downstairs, confirm for me, that you fuck just as good as your old man, and I fucking want it. As soon as we’re rushing together, I want you to bend me over, return atll those tender licks I’ve given your cunt, and then shove that fucker in me. I want you to dick me down like I did to you that first night, any position you can think of, any pace you want, just as long as you give me that load. I want to feel my boy’s cum leaking out my hole, I want you to scoop it up with your fingers when it does and feed it to me” I’m saying this as I push the needle. He’s so turned on I have to remind him to breath. We both stare intently as the flash of blood reigsters, quickly fills the rig. I can see that both of our cocks somehow get even harder, his jumping from the first taste of a slam, mine jumping from the sight of his jumping. I unclip the tourniquet. “See you in the stratosphere boy.” I stare directly into his eyes as I push the plunger as quickly as I safely can, and pull the needle out. His eyes dilate right in front of me, his face flushes, chest turns red and he starts coughing, saying “thank you daddy thank you daddy holy fuck thank you daddy oh my god daddy thank you fuck “ I know what he’s feeling because in an instant, I’m feeling it tool. I haven’t even finished coughing and he throws himself against me, tackling me the way he’s tackled countless men in his dorm. Before I even know it, his face is buried in my ass, his clean shaven face between my ass cheeks, and he’s lapping at my hole. I can feel him savoring the taste as he kisses my hole passionately. I feel him take in several deep breaths, drinking in my musk and ball sweat like it was the finest wine, like he was a thirsty man in the desert. And then, I feel it. His cock. His beautiful, gorgeous, uncut cock is pressed right againt my hole. The precum mixing easily with his spit, and through his cock head, I can feel him trembling. “Thank you daddy. Time to make this cunt mine.” I don’t say anything, I just growl, And then, he pushes in. And just like my first time fucking him, he doesn’t even have to push. My hole pulls him in. Ever inch, every millimeter filling me up and sending shudders of pleasure rippling throughout my body. He bottoms out, his pubs against my ass, his balls dangling. He’s still for a moment, and I instinctively know that he’s making a deliberate effort to remember every second of this moment, of every sensation he’s feeling with his cock buried deep in his daddy’s ass. “Thank you kindly son. This feels incredble, now if you’d be so good, I want you to fuckin rape me.:” It’s his turn to growl, and he begins thrusting slowly, deliberately, The cameras are capturing every angle of it perfectly, as he slowly pulls his cock out, the lips of my hole straining, practically begging him not to pull out completely. He gets to his head, the slightest bit of fleshy pink just barely past my asshole, and then with the same deliberate pace, pushes it back in. I’m transfixed at watching his eyes watch his cock as it slides back in. He does this three or four times before changing his gaze, meeting my eyes in the mirror -- rentman is right, it really is so fucking hot to see that beautiful green hue locked on you in the mirror, consumed by lust and possession… And now, an animalistic, primal masculinity fueled by the knowledge that this cunt is now his, my hole to be stretched and licked and fucked and bred at his leiesure, just as his is fo rmine. Anothe growl from me prompts a growl from him. And then it begins. His pace goes from zero to sixty, the intensity of his thrusts could transform coal into diamonds, the waves of pleasure overwhelming both of us as his cock hits my prostate again and again and again, his eyes locked on the mirrors where an infinite regress of Jack’s fucking his daddy senseless, and indeed i am - my eyes are rolling back uncontrollably, I’m making these gutteral noises where once there were words, so overwhelmed I am by how fucking amazing his dick feels, how fucking amazing this boy I created and shaped and molded and fucked and fucked and fucked is now the one fucking me. Between the slam, our natural lust for each other, the tenderness of those minutes right before we points, and the knowledge that there are several more cocks and holes downstairs, connected to men we both desire, men we know are honest and upstanding, leading lives with integrity and purpose, and utterly as piggy and depraved and kinky and sexual as we are, neither Jack nor I last very long. He fucks me for all of five minutes before his cock erupts into me. Feeling the white hot streaks of cum hitting every square inch of my ass that he just dug lout, and hearing his growl turn to grunts turn to a primal scream of triumph send me over the edge, and I cum so hard I lose my vision for a few seconds. Almost a minute goes by before the last convulsions of this, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever expeienced, subsides, during which time my hole clenching on Jack’s dick causes him to cum again, adding more cum to my hole, more certainty to his claim to it. When he finally starts to pull out of me, I actually whimper a little, and my knees buckle. I fall out of doggy style, trying to catch my breath, and then flip over so I can see his angelic face, those glorious green eyes, which greet mine with a satisfaction and contentment neither he nor I knew existed. He leans in for a kiss, one that’s long and slow and filled with love and gratitude and the promise of more to come. He’s such a great kisser I think, as I feel his arm move, his hand graze my dick and my balls, as his fingers snake their way up my ass, to my hole where it seams like a gallon of cum is starting to leak out. Without saying a word, he pulls his hand back and holds it over my face, my mouth open and my eyes locked on his hand, on the cum he just shot in me, as he lets if fall off his fingers, into my mouth, all over my face. I’ve never tasted anything so good in my life. He leans in, and slowly laps up every drop of cum that spilled onto my face, savoring it in his mouth before coming back to mine with a kiss. We taste each other; his cum, my ass, all mingling together as we kiss, passionately, intensely, our cocks rousing back to life, hard and harder. We’re so focused on this moment, so amped up from the drugs and each other, that both of us have forgotten the men downstairs… Who, having watched us on the feed Dave and Derek set up, have come up to our room, each of them naked, eyes filled with the same deviant lust, pipes and points in hand, with their massive fucking cocks pointed right at us. None of us speak. None of us need to. In an instant, Jack and I are on our knees, next to each other doggy style, assholes beckoning this throng of studs to join our little party. This video is going to kill is what I think as Derek lines up behind me, rentman saddles up behind my son, the sheriff positioning his cock right in front of my face and young trucker’s cock in front of Jack’s. Yes, I truly fuckin love my son. And he truly loves me fuckin him.

I had originally intended on this being a three part, but now likely four or five parts

Rentman dutifully complies, dialing the number for Dave and Derek. I haven’t really thought about what my play is here - I’m half distracted by the fact that rentman has put his dick back in me, slow fucking me while watching a different video of Jack and what appears to be half the starting line up of the Bruins football team. Jack is getting railed, and rentman picks up the pace to match the video, but he stops when a voice comes over the other end of the phone. “What’s up dude?” I can hear the deep bass of his voice, as rentman starts to pull out of me - I clench my ass to keep him in place. Rentman looks at me with a suddenly confused look on his face - I haven’t told him what to say. I mouth the words “tell him why you’re calling” and rentman looks relieved. “So I’m playing with this daddy and we’re watching a video you and derek shot with this kid, looks like a blond twink I fucked last spring when I was out there. “ I can hear Derek or Dave - not sure which one he’s talking too - sort of half snort half chuckle on the phone. “Oh i know exactly what boy you’re talking about. Cute thing named Jack. Insatiable. Whoever taught him how to fuck should get a fuckin nobel prize.” I smile, taking pride in a job well done. “Do you happen to have his number?” I don’t know why rentman is going this route, and I clench my ass again to get his attention. “Tell him who you’re with” I silently mouth to him, while feeding him a shotgun. “Never mind the number, so actually, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I’m with the guys dad right now.” “Hold up dude what the fuck are you talking about ?” I can hear the defensiveness in Dave’s voice, wondering if this is some kind of setup. It is, but not the kind he thinks it is. I finally pipe up, saying “Hey, is this Dave? Or do you prefer David? My name is Anthony, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. And I wanna thank you for the way you’ve been taking care of my Jack while he’s on the coast. I’m thoroughly relieved to know he has a couple of guys he can count on when I’m 1,000 miles away.” Still suspecting a trap or a setup of some kind, Dave is neutral in his response. “He’s a good kid.” Rentman breaks the tension when he suggests we move the conversation over to facetime. A moment later, I’m staring at two gorgeous Black daddies, Dave and Derek, both of who are clad in their jocks and holding nice, clearly custom made pipes. I notice a needlecap in the foreground, hiding in front of the laptop they’re talking to me on, and it gets my dick so hard thinking about these two guys pointing and pounding the shit of Jack. I take a long rip off the bong to get the conversation flowing. I had rentman position the phone so that my fully visible in the mirror behind us, dick getting harder by the second. Seeing my cock getting harder, and the three or four big rips I take off the pipe, reassures the two daddies and they take a few hits themselves. Dave takes his dick out, Derek starts absentmindedly fingering himself. “So I do have a question to ask… How long has Jack been partying?” Derek answers the question with another question, “How long has he been getting fucked by his daddy?” He asks it to no one in particular, but obviously meant for me. I totally understand their reluctance, this is a weird fucking situation by any objective standard, and being black men in America, there are any number of ways this could end up hurting them whereas there’s almost no scenario where I get in any real trouble, other than being a social pariah in a my part of Texas. “To answer your question, I’ve been fucking him since he turned 18, or roughly five minutes after he turned 18.” “He really gets into the dad son stuff, now I can see why,” Dave seems more open and loose with me, and shows it by answering my original inquiry. “We met your boy a few weeks after he got out to LA. One of his classmates had gotten him high and he found us on BBRT.” That explains it. These guys didn’t give me off the vibe that they were into corrupting anyone. “We invited him over, fucked for a couple of hours, and then broke it down to him, not to do this shit too much, make sure he stays hydrated, eats something decent besides snickers and cheetos,” at that, I can’t help but snort. That’s been his diet forever, even despite the rigors of being a football player in a Texas high school. “We had him sleep it off so he wouldn’t be going into day three, and when he woke up, cocky little fucker that he is, asked if we had anything to eat.” “He’s told me a lot about your cooking.” I’m a tiny bit jealous; I considering myself a gourmet level cook and it’s been ages since Jack raved about anything that came out of my kitchen. Work these issues out the right way man… on your boy’s ass. I think Derek, taking a break from fucking the kid they had over - Jack’s not their only twink - senses what I’m feeling and says “he raves about his daddy’s cooking.” I appreciate him saying that. “Come to think about it, he raves about his daddy’s cock too. I just thought it was all that pervy incest shit guys jerkin off too.” As he says this, an idea that’s been slowly working it’s way through my brain turns into lighting. “How much do you think you could make off filming me fucking my son?” Derek laughs a little. Dave just whistles. I think both these men understand the look of seriousness in my eyes. Only rentman thinks I’m joking. “How would you see this going down?” Dave asks? “Well, I think it starts with Junior and I having a little sesh by ourselves. I’ll give him his first slam. He has just kept to smoking, right?” Both Dave and Derek nod yes, an invitation to continue. “After I point him and put the first of many loads up his cunt, I’d have rentman join the party while I sit back and pretend to get other guys. That’s when you guys show up and take turns dicking him down.” “With you so far,” Derek says, the hard dick in his hand saying the exact same thing. “Last, I’d have this deputy sheriff I know - he’s fucked Jack before - Come in and give him one last load before I come in and finish the job.” Derek shakes his head,” It’s gotta end with a gangbang or an orgy. After you nut in your son” his dick oozes a big drop of precum as it involuntarily jerks at the notion -- all of us come back and we turn the boy out. Maybe fuck his daddy side by side with him.” Derek flashes a wicked grin at me; I know whose dick I’d be taking in that scenario. “How much do you think we could clear. And when could you be in Texas?” “Well, could be in Texas day after tomorrow. Assuming you can provide all the supplies,” at this, I turn to Rentman,who now not only thinks the plan is real, but is seemingly on the verge of cumming the whole time we’re talking about it. I keep watching him edge himself, and I’m amazed he hasn’t cum yet. One more thing for me to take care of tonight, I think to myself though in no way do I consider this a chore. I’m a little sore from the earlier dickdown he gave me, but I’m determined to have him cum in me just like he came in Jack. Rentman nodds, he’s already texting his guy about getting a QP. He also assures me that we’ll have all the points, bongs, dick pills, everything we could possibly need. That leaves one last detail: getting my son’s consent. Dave and Derek, doing their due diligence, ask me one last time if I’m truly serious about this.”You know all the blowback you will get. Run out of your church, probably run out of your county. Might have to move out of state. Your business will suffer. Your names might be in the paper, on TV, on TMZ. You really up for that? Is junior really up for that?” I know I am. I’m tired of the tech life, I have more money than I could possibly know what to do with - besides spend a lot of meth and hookers - and I’ve always wanted to be in front of the camera. But I can’t make that decision for Jack. He has to make it on his own. I got the privilege of bringing him into this world, I got the honor of being the first man to give him the dick he deserves, but I can’t be the man who decides his future. That’s his job. My boy's a man, I think to myself. “That’s what he and I are going to discuss tonight.” Derek and Dave nod, and wordlessly disconnect the facetime feed, no doubt going back to the twink waving his ass in the air begging to get fucked. “Let’s pack up. You down to come back to my house with me?” This time, It’s rentman who lets the the lusty, deviant smile across his face answer for him * * * The drive to my house would ordinarily take a little over an hour. Tonight, tho, it takes nearly four hours because rentman and I stop and play a couple of times. Turns out, he’s always wanted to film a slamming video in a truck stop restroom. Being the good son of Texas that I am, how could I not oblige him? We pull into the truck stop alongside a couple of big rigs. Younger guys driving the trucks, and by the look of em, they know how to fuck. We both eye them lustily, I even lower my sunglasses to make sure they see me ogling them. One of them flashes a grin, the other nods more discreetly as he adjusts his bulge. Definitely seem like our kind of boys. Rentman has me rent a deluxe shower - he has so much cum and crystal dried onto his skin, we’re getting looks from the families we pass on the way into the shower area. I get my key and open up the shower, and it is deluxe. There’s a mini steam room, bamboo cabinets for our clothes, top flight toiletries you usually only find in high end hotels. Truckers like their comforts. Rentman - curiously,I still haven’t asked him his name, nor has he proffered one - slowly peels off his clothes, showering while I put together the sluttiest ensemble I can from the bag he brought. I settle on pink mesh tank top, black levi cut offs that I cut even shorter, a pair of chuck taylors and a gold rimmed smokey sun glasses, the last because I love watching a guy’s pupils dilate when they point. We set up our little stage, and using my phone for lighting (and a portable blacklight he brought with him which turned the hot pink mesh into a neon pink), we’re ready. I click record, and come in close to where he’s prepping his arm. My erection is already jutting, and with one fluid motion, I swipe my shorts off and free my aching cock. Rentman pulls out his rig, sticks it and once again registers quickly. I’m leaking precum like a faucet, my dick involuntarily jerking to the spurts of crimson that fill the barrel of the needle. Rentman lets out the sexiest fuckin cough I’ve ever heard, and strips his clothes off in front of the camera. He eyes my rock hard dick with a desire that borders on pyschosis, and immediately swallows the entire thing. He gags himself on it, refusing to pull off until the rush subsides. When he does open his mouth, my cock is glistening with his saliva, his tears, and probably a little cum - I pointed myself while he was sucking my dick, and I almsot aways nut a little when that happens. The shower is covering a lot of the noise, but I do hear something that perks my ears right up… two nearly identical coughs coming from the next shower over. Brazenly, I open the door and walk right over to the neighbors, knocking politely. I slipped my cowboy boots on,as well as a cheap hat rentman had with him, so the younger, lustier trucker opens the door to see me… Cock hard, ass puckering, a little blood still on my arm, with nothing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.I wanted to save a horse…” The trucker gets my humor, and opens his door wider. “Then good thing you found yourself a cowboy to ride” is all he says, once again flashing me that million watt smile I saw in the parking lot. In no time, he has me bent over, licking my asshole and putting one, two, three fingers. “Dude. Just fuck me already.” He grunts a little, and mugging for the camera - rentman followed me back into the younger guys shower suite. He’s beating off ashe records, but he’s got his cock nice and slick --looks like he already claimed someone’s nut, maybe the other trucker -- so he’s holding the camera fairly steady, despite the long,caressing strokes he’s giving to his cock. I have to admit,I do love his dick. It’s long and thick - obviously - and veiny without being all about the veins. But what I love the most is that even though he’s uncut, his cock is too big for his foreskin and hishead sticks halfway out. The soft, almost bubblegum like pink of the crown, contrasted with the caramel tan he has over his whole body. I love sucking on his cock, and once we’ve got the slam footage, we quickly forget the cameras, shuck the remainder of our clothes, and go to town on each other’s cocks. I have the middle dick, after rentman.His is abouut an inch longer,mine about a half inch thicker. Younger trucker can’t figure out which one he wants first, so he takes turns licking and sucking the length of our shafts. Precum is freely flowing from my cock, enough to where I feel confident younger trucker is going to be able to take my dick with no lube. I have rentman go to town on his ass --he really has a passion for eating ass, and I nearly cum thinking about what it will be like to watch him hungrily devour my boy’s cunt. And that reminds me… I need to get Jack in the right headspace. So I prop my phone up against one of the bamboo trays, and I begin facetime him. I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s answered the phone, and it getting it good and hard from… the Sheriff? Perfect, I think. Although that may be a little complicated by the fact that I’m bringing a quarter pound of product home with me. That’s tonight’s problem, I tell myself. Right now the challenge before me is to get Jack fired up. Clearly, it’s not going to be a big deal. “Hey sport. I’m heading home shortly. I brought a present for you. He’s balls deep in the trucker whose face I’m sitting on. Oh, hey Andy.” I wave to the SHeriff’s deputy, who doesn’t break his rhythm at all thrusting into my boy, blowing me a kiss. “Hey Andy, can you give me a call when you’re back at the station? I got a ticket needs fixin.” Andy nods emphatically. He doesn’t look too fucked up, but I can see Jack has been partaking. I decide to tease the night a little, taking a big rip off a pipe off camera, and blow the smoke into the field of view. Steam? Vapor? Smoke? If Jack notices, I’m sure he’ll play it cool. But he’ll be wondering, especially in his twacked out state. Once more, my boy catches me by surprise. “Nice clouds old man. Maybe I should teach you how to blow a smoke ring on that beautiful cock of yours. Now get home and get that fuckin dick in my ass right now.” I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. My son is one cocky motherfucker. And it gets me so fucking hard. In a moment, I figure out that Dave or Derek must have let the cat out of the bag. I’m tempted to call them and find but decide that Jack is my son but not my child. If he can consent to his daddy dicking him down long and hard and over and over, he can sure as fuck consent to what chemicals are going into his body. I suddenly want to get home very, very badly. I want to feel my cock sliding into my boy’s cunt. I want to hear him moaning “thank you daddy”over and over, I want to feel his whole body shudder and cum when I unload in his ass. I want to see the lust in his eyes when he ostentatiously bends over to lick every square millimeter of my cock clean after pouding him senselss. I want to see him with my cum streaking all over his face, and his cum blasting all over the both of us. But after slamming, I don’t feel entirely confident to drive. And I sure as fuck aint gonna sk rentman. Young trucker can see the look of concern on my face and shoots me a silent “you okay?” “I’m too fucked up to drive, I want to keep playing, but I also want to get home and fuck my son.” Young Trucker doesn’t even blanch. “Bro, have I got the solution for you.” 10 minutes later, he’s driving my truck onto his flatbed. Turns out he’s on the return leg of a drop off, and I was so fixated on his smile and his bulge I didn’t even see that he’s not hauling anything. 10 minutes after that, I’m naked in his bunk with rentman, and young trucker. His older buddy was driving the return leg, and let his younger friend in the back have some fun. Turns out young trucker and I are pretty sympatico, judging from the videos he played of him fucking his step son, his nephew, and both his own sons. As I watched the first of many, many cumshots young trucker gave to his eldest son - he loves a good facial - I knew I was making a friend for life. I also knew that when I made it out to Austin I’d be fucking his sons, just like he’s about to fuck mine. * * * The rest of the drive went by in a flash.I nutted twice, and so did rentman. Young trucker bested us all with four loads. “I’ve been pent up cause I aint got my boys around.” A dirtbag after my own heart. My house is set far enough back to where we could simply hop out of the camper rig still naked, still covered in cum. I can hear Jacck in the house - the boy likes to hear porn sounds as loud as possible. I think it’s one of the first videos we made together, me fucking him in the shower. I check the time on my phone; Derek and Dave won’t be in for another couple of hours. Assuming Jack hasn’t been lit all weekend, things should be blasting off right on schedule. I walk in through the garage, and there’s Jack bent over the dinner table, lazily eating a piece of pizza. He’s a brazen bottom, I think as I give his beautiful, carefully sculpted ass a firm smack before bending over and licking his hole, kissing it like it just came back from war. Jack shudders in delight,a soft moan escpaing from his mouth. I give his ass a much harder smack, and this time he yelps. He’s definitely not used to the rough treatment from me. “Get your ass upstairs, we have a few things to talk about.” Jack obeys, wagging his perfect ass up every step, making sure that in my horned up state, I can’t stare at anything else. He’s surely heard the other voices in the garage, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t even acknowledge. My boy is not only beautiful, he’s brilliant, and he’s figured out that I’ve figured out he parties. Even money he’ll be smoking when I get upstairs. And if I had taken that bet, I would have lost. Not that he didn’t have stuff or the implements to smoke it with. “I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry daddy, I know I should have told you I started doing thiis. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me” He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes he knows I can’t resist. Yes, I’m being manipulated here, but I’m being manipulated into doing something I’ve lusted after. I’m going to get high on meth with my son, make him suck my cock like he’s done a thousand times before, bend him over, shove my aching prick up his pristine, beautiful, velvety ass, and fuck him until I cum and he begs me for every last drop of my load. And I’m doing it on film, with two of the porn industries brightest talents supervising the lighting, the sound, the angles, even the jockstrap my boy wears and the pair of sunglasses they decide to have me wear. Some cheap ray ban knock offs - I can never resist a good 10 dollar pair of gas station sunglasses. Jack still has no idea they’re here, or at least I think he doesn’t. “Ok boy, we are going to get high. I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You’re going to have my cum dripping out of your hole when the next guys have their turn.” I can see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, but also the slightest bit of concern. “Don’t worry, you know them. Or all but one of them.” I begin casting my phone to the tv in our bedroom, it’s me fucking rentman. I’m in the shower at the truck stop, and from the pace of my thrusting, I’m pretty obviously fucked up. Jack sees it and starts to ask a question, but I cut him off. “Your asshole isn’t going to wash itself. Go clean out. We don’t want any accidents on camera, particularly with the professionals waiting downstairs to fuck you after I’ve had my way with you.” “Yes daddy. But wait to smoke with me when I get out? I want to get high with you tonight.” he says as he saunters into the shower. So here I am, packing the bowl and taking a few rips. I know he asked me to hold off, but I’ve been lit since yesterday afternoon and I need to keep my energy levels up. And I also need to prepare for what’s about to happen. I’m about to get my son fucked up by shooting him up on meth. Then I’m going to fuck him, hard, long, and in as many positions as I can think of, all in front of a camera that will broadcast my - our - depravity to the whole world. In a few days, I won’t be remembered for the tech I’ve developed, the charities I’ve donated to, the young women and men of color I’ve helped launch into an industry that refuses to get any less stale male or pale. No. I’ll be forever remembered as the dad who had the fucking balls to fuck his boy on camera, make a couple of million off the tapes, and retire to a life of debauchery and drugs and dicking down my only son. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find him a nice Russian bride, someone who won’t ask too many questions, and we can take turns fucking her until she’s pregnant. My cock is like a steel beam, and solid mass of granite, as I think about what it would be like watching my boy sink his cock into his son, feeling my grandson lick my dick clean after fucking him nice and gentle. I am so fucking hard. I picture what his cum face will look like, and I actually shoot my load right then and there. Just as Jack opens the bathroom door. “Hi daddy. I’m ready.” He’s one step ahead of me, as per usual. He’s got two syringes and a tourniquet in his hand. I fucking love my son.

Taking in the news that Jack, my son, has gotten into the party scene… It feels like I just slammed again for the very first time. Hearing the rentman in the next room got lit with my boy and fucked him in LA last spring was jolting, like the whoosh of that first point, the sudden drop in your chest and feeling of whoa. Then realizing all the different avenues this opened up for the sex between us... that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of ecstasy. And now, like any slam rush, I am about to fuck the rentman senseless. But unlike topping after I have slammed, where I shove my cock up the nearest available and consenting hole without even bothering to lube it up, I am approaching rentman’s ass a little more thoughtfully. “Tell me.” I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, erection jutting forward. It takes rentman a few seconds to notice, transfixed as he was by the video of my boy getting spitroasted by two gorgeous black daddies he told me he found online, and who had become more than fuck buddies. And this video is transfixing. I almost lose my train of thought recalling the day Anthony told me about these guys. They were his west coast dads. I hadn’t met them yet - and with what rentman just told me, I understand why, these guys definitely like to party. They may have been the ones who got Jack lit the first time. But Jack had told me a lot about them. He had been vague on how they met. But he had been very detailed in other areas. The home cooked meals, and once a month, a trip to Roscoe’s in Hollywood for Chicken and Waffles. When he bought his car - an 84 El Camino he was determined to restore, they helped him find a good mechanic and a better body shop. The older one, Dave, even taught him how to do laundry the proper way, a lesson I had failed to impart despite repeated efforts over 18 years. And of course, they took him to the bathhouses and circuit parties. Judging by the dilated pupils I’m just now noticing Jack has in this, and probably other videos, they took him to plenty of other parties as well. I stare at these two beautiful Black men, each of them drilling my boy’s cunt, my boy screaming out in absolute perverted ecstasy, and my cock is painfully hard. I’m leaking so much precum it looks like I’m low key pissing. Feeling playful, and wanting to get rentman’s attention, I start helicoptering my dick, dousing him, myself, the bed and everything else in the immediate vicinity. He’s surprised at first, but I picked a good little pig to fuck tonight, and he’s on his knees licking it off his arms and my legs. He’s got that lustful look in his eye that you can only get when you’re high, a look that says ‘I’m using you to use me.’ It’s the kind of look I’ve given plenty of men, and plenty more have given me. It’s a look that makes my painfully erect cock bounce uncontrollably. Rentman sees my dick jerking on it’s own accord, and he actually whimpers. Like a puppy. There is nothing in the universe he wants, needs, more right now than to get pounded long and hard. Not oxygen. Not water. Not food or validation or respect. Just my cock. And more crystal. He crawls over on all fours, mirroring the video playing where Jack is crawling to the second Daddy - Derek - after being bred by Dave. Rentman starts sniffing and licking my cock, my balls, my taint, my hole. But I stop him “Tell me,” I repeat. And he’s puzzled for a second. I can see it click in his head. “Oh, you mean the kid in the video? He was so much fun. Insatiable little cum slut. I met him at a bathhouse called Flex. “ Oh I know Flex. Doesn’t surprise me in the least that my boy would like it there; the first time I went I said “this is my kinda trashy.” “Anyway, I was with a client, this doctor I fuck once a month. Dude flies me out there, loves getting fucked by me. Terrible lay though. Doesn’t know how to bottom and since he’s a doctor you can’t tell him anything. So I’m finishing with the Doctor, and I go outside to smoke a cigarette. I see this cute blond twink sucking a bunch of cocks around the hot tub. I sit and watch the show for a minute, but it gets broken up when the staff comes around - you’re not supposed to fuck in the water, apparently. Well, I swoop in immediately and invite him back to my room. One of the big ones with a big bed.” He takes a long hit off the bong, slowly exhales, blows a couple of smoke rings on my dick. “He laid down on the bed and turned the porn on, and then he looked at my reflection in the mirror - I don’t know why but I found that so hot - and asks me where the party’s at. I didn’t think anything of it, everyone gets high there, so I pulled out my bong and torch, told the kid to help himself. I had smoked plenty with the Doctor. The kid took 3 or 4 big rips and was flying. He got on all fours and started shaking his ass, wiggling it and licking his lips, still keeping eye contact through the reflection in the mirror.” He pauses for another rip off the bong. “I’ve never had someone ask me to eat their ass that way but it was such a fuckin turn on. So I fucked him for an hour or two, and then I had to leave to get to my next client. Gave him a couple of rocks and some G tho so I’m sure he stayed turnt that whole night. Where’d you find this video by the way? I love homemade porn, and I bet a bunch of my clients will as well.” Instead of answering his question, I said “show me.” I can hear the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice when he says “show you what? Mind if I take another hit?” The second question he asks as he’s in the process of taking a hit, he’s reached that point of being spun where he cannot begin to care about anything but his own dick and hole. I love a good rentman. “Show me how you fucked the boy in that video. Pretend I’m him. Fuck me just like you fucked him.” Rentman is amused but also turned on, I can see he’s going to comply. “Well, first thing then you’ll have to take a bunch of rips off the bong.” One, two, three, four major clouds later, I’m shaking with anticipation and the drugs. My heart is racing, my dick is bouncing, my asshole puckering, eager to be opened up by this stud and then fucked senseless. Just like I fuck Jack. Rentman stands up, puts his hand on my chest, and pushes me onto the bed. Wordlessly, he grabs my calves and pulls them up, getting me flat on my back. He sees the precum flowing freely from my cock, and dabs a finger on my dick head, drawing back a long strand he takes in his mouth and hungrily devours. He drops to his knees, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his hot breath in my crack, the scruff of his beard causing a little bit of friction that I find pleasurable, and leaving the musk of my asshole all over his face, which is a major turn on for both of us. And then I feel his tongue slowly licking my asshole. Lapping at it, the way a dog laps up some water. The way I lap at Jack’s hole. This goes on for 10 minutes or so, as he keeps feeding me shotguns, trying to get me as spun as humanly possible. After spitting on my hole one last time, He stands up, and repositions me so that the porn is behind him, “so you can watch” and he gestures to his phone. I make a quick decision. “Hold up a second.” I get up, and go to the bathroom. “Let’s do this right.” I open my toiletries case and pull out two syringes that I had preloaded, .5 each. I don’t party that often, and I slam even less, but after giving a great speech at a very lucrative conference and finding out that my boy is just as much of a meth craved cock whore as I am… Well, I knew this would be one of the nights where I go balls to the wall. I walk back out and rentman is taking more hits off the bong. He looks up, sees the syringes, and licks his lips, subconsciously echoing Jack’s invitation to lick his ass. “Can you admin yourself?” Rentman nods. I hand him the syringe, and he starts prepping his forearm with an alcohol wipe. I do the same. We pull the cap off the points simultaneously, but rentman quickly puts his back on, stands up and grabs his jockstrap, jeans and shirt. For a second I think he’s about to leave, but then he sets the phone down to record. Ah, he’s one of those guys I think to myself, and I decide to follow suit, as it were, putting my clothes back on too. Whenever I stumble across a slamming video, I think its so hot the way the guys take all their clothes off and start playing with their dicks almost immediately, no matter whether they are top bottom or side. Clearly rentman enjoys it too, and is one of the guys who gets dressed just so he can slam and get naked again. Thanks to rentman’s roided out body, his veins are huge and easy to hit. Mine are too, although that’s more from a lifetime of clearing the brush on the 2 acre lot my house sits on. Both of us insert our needles at the same time, his registers just a fraction of a second before mine does. We both push the plunger down, and I’m feeling the rush even before I pull the needle out. “Holy shit,” is all rentman says, as he starts coughing and taking off his clothes. “Fuck yeah” is all I say, through an even stronger cough. The warmth of the rush is almost overwhelming, as I rip my clothing off, literally ripping the shirt I had just put back on. “Come here.” Rentman’s voice has changed, lost all it’s playfulness and charm. Only lust and domination remain. I get on all fours and crawl to him, the same way he crawled to me, the same way Jack’s gonna be crawling to the both of us (I’ve already decided). “On your back. Spread those cheeks apart. Let me see that cunt.” I follow his instructions with enthusiasm. My asshole is puckering uncontrollably, begging for his cock, which is hard as steel and thicker than anything I’ve taken in a long, long time. “You want it like that kid? Well here you go.” He shoves his whole dick up my ass in one sudden thrust, and even though it’s painful, I take it in stride. I even look up at him and, feeling my playful side return, say “is it in?” Rentman gets a wicked smile across his face, right before lightly slapping me across the cheek. “Is it in? You tell me.” He starts thrusting wildly, slamming his dick into me over and over. I notice he’s matched the pace of the video, where Dave is once again fucking Jack. I’m in the same position as my boy is in the video, and I’m loving it almost as much as he is. My cock is rock hard and I start jacking it furiously while rentman continues his unrelenting assault on my ass. “Fuck oh yeah fuck me fuck that cunt give it to me fuck yes oh my god fuck me.” I can’t tell if it’s me saying this, Jack saying it in the video, or if I’m even saying it outloud, I’m that fucked up on the crystal. But except for the first night with Jack, this is the most intense sex I’ve had in years. Maybe because I’m pretending to be Jack. I don’t bottom very often, and Jack hasn’t even mentioned the possibility of me topping him - something I’ve been meaning to ask him because he clearly knows how to top, and from the videos and webcams I’ve watched, he enjoys it. “Yeah you like that big fat dick slamming in you? Dirty meth whore. You should fly us out to LA and we can take turn on that kid. I bet he’d love to get DP’d by the two of us.” Sweat is pouring off his forehead and chest, it feels like rain washing over me, and I’m just as thoroughly sweaty. Both of us are close to cumming. Rentman quickens his pace, I can feel his cock somehow get harder and harder in my hole. My own dick is covered in precum, and I’m jerking it in pace with rentmant’s powerful thrusts. “We don’t need to go to LA. He’s only an hour away,” I say, keeping eye contact with rentman as his orgasm continues to build. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” “Because he’s my son, and you and I are going back to my house to get him high and fuck him senseless.” It’s enough to send rentman over the edge, as he busts a huge nut in my hole, I can feel 10, 12 spurts of his cum hitting inside me. That, in turn, sends me over the edge, and I shoot an equally large load all over his chest, my stomach, my face, a few arcs even hitting the TV, where Jack has just shot his own load all over himself. The two Black daddies in the video are panting just as hard as rentman and me. I point to the screen, ask rentman if he knows either guy - there’s a tiny snippet at the very end where they both show their faces. “Oh shit that’s Derek and Dave. Yeah I know them. They used to be porn actors before starting their own studio. I’ve actually done a couple of scenes for them.” My face breaks out into a smile of unrestrained deviance. “Get them on the phone.”

Working on part 2 of 3, thanks for the great comments gents 😉

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.