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My cousin and I we're born only a few days apart we used to go swimming together, but as we had both recently became adults, another time of fun was on the cards. I woke with a very wet pussy, I was still a virgin and desperate to be bred. I brought my cousin breakfast in bed, she saw my wet patch on my nighttie. "Come kiss me" she said. This time it was passionate. She put her hands under my nighttie and started stroking my leg. I did the same to her in return. We took off our nighties and kissed each others boobies. Then we put a blindfold on each other. While we were jacking each other off, something hard brushed our legs. "I love you cousin so our dad's are going to make love to us" she said. But we didnt know if it was our dad or her dad. "Breed me I'm due" I found myself screaming. It wasn't long before a hard cock was rubbing inside my dripping wet pussy. "Cum in my pussy" my cousin screamed. "Yes cum in our pussies give us babies like we were born to make" I replied. I felt my pussy clamping down on a very hard cock. I could hear him groaning and could tell he was close. It felt good to be filled with fertile cum. I kissed my cousin thank you once we had both been filled with fertile cum. We loved being inseminated but wanted to be regularly inseminated. We were on the start of our breeding journey.
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Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."- 62 replies
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PART ONE I guess everyone has a friend like Tyler. The guy that you put up with because he's got good connections or can get you stuff himself and Tyler was mine. I liked having fun on the weekend (a little TOO much fun according to my boring ex-girlfriend) and Tyler was good at getting me good drugs if I wanted some. I didn't really care where he got them from, I just knew they were cheap & plentiful. The only price I had to pay was listening to him go on & on about the sex he was having with a bunch of different guys. Given I was straight, I'm not sure why he thought I'd be interested in all of the intimate details of his sex life but that sure didn't stop him from going on about it. I'm not sure whether he saw me mentally checking out when he'd start off with this stuff but it sure as hell didn't interest me. I was just waiting for the right time to say "Ah yeah, thanks!" and leave. Being single again and not having much on for the weekend, I thought I'd get some stuff from him & head out to the clubs to see what girls I could get, so I met him in the uni quad on Thursday afternoon. He gave me a big smile and a hug (which I thought was a little much) before I handed him the cash. "Oh my god, before I forget. I've gotta tell you what I'm getting up to on MY weekend" he said breathlessly as I thought "Here we go again" to myself. "There's this married daddy I've been hooking up with at beats & stuff and he's been coming around to my place when my friends are out. He's soooooo sexy and sick, I love it. Anyway, his wife's going away for a few days to visit her family and he's got the place to himself so he's invited me over for the long weekend and we're gonna fuck all weekend long. I can't wait!" Jesus, can't he just give me my stuff and I can go? "He's pissed on me before and I've swallowed it too! He loves cumming inside me and I've done Facetime shows for him using my dildos before. He's gonna piss on me & in me....fuck me bare.....fist me.....so much amyl...it's gonna be soooo good. Actually I think I've got a video of me sucking his dick, let me see...." There's oversharing and then there's oversharing. Even though I'd seen a little gay porn before (who hasn't really?) it had never turned me on, and the last thing I wanted to see was my "friend" blowing some old guy. "This is when he came...god it was so much!" he giggled, just as the guy he was sucking must've cum in his mouth. "Make sure you get every last bit of cum boy" I heard a familiar voice say on the video. "And I'll have something else for you from this cock in a couple of minutes" "You want me to swallow that too?" Tyler asked after quite obviously swallowing the cum. "As if I have to ask, I know you love my piss" the older guy said. "I'll just go & grab some water to get things started." "Mmmmm thankyou Daddy" Tyler said. "Now wave bye bye to the camera!" And as the camera pulled back, I was shocked to see.....my dad! I did my best to hide my surprise and shock but must've done a crap job because Tyler said, "Shocking huh?" "Yeah...it sure is!" "I bet you didn't even know that I was so good at sucking cock and was so filthy" "Oh!!! Um...no....definitely not" Thank fuck, he had no idea that this guy was my father. I had to confront him, I didn't even know that he was gay, let alone went this far, and behind Mum's back as well. "You're meeting him tomorrow?" I thought I could catch him & try to persuade him to stop before Tyler showed up. "Yeah, I'm going to his place after lectures so should be there around 4. Why, you getting ideas finally?" he asked with a smirk. "Nah, just in case I need anything extra for the weekend." "Ah ok, coz yeah, after 4 I won't be in any shape to do much I'm afraid! Thank goodness there's no lectures Monday, time to recover!" I walked back to my apartment in a state of shock but still knowing that tomorrow I had to confront Dad about what he was gonna do that weekend. END OF PART ONE
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My good sirs, my first time being with a man was with a man in his late 70's and I was mid 20's. It was also the first time I got spun. Leave there I never thought Id go back, I was so ashamed...But 2 months later there I was having a 77 year old man blow meth down my throat. We ended up becoming more and more frequent. He is one of the biggest reasons I am who I am. We decided that I would serve in no better way than by allowing any and every older man to breed me whenever they wanted. So far nothing makes me feel more satisfied that having an older man fuck his seed into me. I almost like it better when we had just met. When I moved to Denver (bobs last request of me was to let dogs knot me, which i have not done yet) the first older man who asked to fuck me was a massive junkie living in such a disgusting apartment, in an awful part of town. but he got me spun up and fucked me because I was made for him to fuck. He would bring neighbors and friends in to watch and then pass me off to them. He would play hard into incest roll play. I loved both the feeling of being passed on and passed off to anyone, and i loved that sometimes they were my uncles. One of the last times I saw this guy, he wouldn't fuck me until I was loaded, and he told me to go sell my self on the street or get raped in an ally but dont comeback not loaded. Instead What i started doing was ordering Boner pills in mass so, no older man would feel embarrassed or angry for not getting it up. I was too frightened to go sell myself on the street or get raped in an alley. I Would do it now if I was drugged up and told to by a daddy that wants me to. The last time I saw this man He told me I should be having "family reunions" so all of my older family can a be gangbreeding me with all of their cum. (i still have not had one and it makes me very sad, I've gotten decently close a couple times in an porn theater where 3-4 old men are all groping me and using me and then they all loose their nerve. After a year of knowing what my calling was an not achieving it. I recently created a new goal. I want to make it my life mission to become such a well known Cum-dump for older men that they know me walking around town. I want to film myself being a free use hole for these men and I hope to get older men who want me to come to their town and cities. If I could create a non profit that let me go into retirement homes I would! and my end goal, of being such a slut for older men. I would love it a couple of my favorite daddies took me to palm springs and pimped me out there every now and again. I am literally So proud and so honored to have any of these men use me that I would film it, or do it in front of a crowd. I also do mean all older men. I would feel only pride and thankful if it were older homeless junkies (has not happened). I was made for older men. -
It was my parents' wedding anniversary and they decided to travel for a second honeymoon. They didn't want to leave me home alone, so they asked Uncle Drew to stay with me. He was my father's younger brother, but he was at least forty. Uncle Drew was bald, furry and tattooed. His body was robust and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I knew he was gay, but I never had the courage to tell him that I was gay too, because he never really liked me. The day my parents left, he arrived at my house and he was in a foul mood. I knew he didn't want to be there, so I stayed out of his way. When night came, he prepared dinner and asked me to eat with him. “What were you doing in that room all day?” he asked. “I was playing video games, uncle,” I said. "Enough games for today, I cooked, so you'll clean up when we're done eating." “Ok". Uncle Drew got a beer from the fridge and started drinking. I took the empty dishes to the sink and started washing everything while he drank. I was wearing baggy shorts and I noticed that he glanced at my ass every now and then. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked. “No, uncle, I'm gay just like you”, I finally confessed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No sir" He continued drinking and I finished washing the dishes. When I was about to go back to my room, he motioned for me to sit in front of him. The man was a little drunk and I realized that this wasn't his first beer. “Do your parents know you're gay?” he asked. “No, sir,” I said. "And have you had sex with a lot of boys?" "No, uncle, I'm still a virgin" Uncle Drew looked at me like he didn't believe me. But I was really telling the truth, I was still at school and I hadn't had sex with any boys. Once the PE teacher jacked with his finger in my ass, but he hadn't penetrated me. I didn't tell this to my uncle. “When I was your age, I had sex with a lot of guys,” he said. "I'm very shy" “Have you ever been attracted to anyone?” he asked. “I had a massive crush on you when I was younger”, I confessed and felt my cheeks turning red. The man looked at me as if considering what I had said, but then he shook his head and took another sip of his beer. I was disappointed, because I still wanted to lose my virginity with my own uncle. “We're never going to have sex,” he said. "Why not? I'm gay, so are you. I can see you have a hard-on." "Jeremiah, you are my nephew" “So what?” I asked. "My dad doesn't need to know." I put a hand on my uncle's knee and he pushed it away. I could see in the man's eyes that he wanted to fuck me, but he was confused. “You don't know what you're asking for”, he said. “Uncle, please, I want this”, I almost begged. I put my hand back on his knee and he took my hand in his. Instead of pulling away again, Uncle Drew brought my hand to his cock, which was hard under his jeans. Then he said: "You will bitterly regret this, boy".
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Written along with @swimslut. Both of us will be adding to the story. Chapter 1 - Setup My name is Ryan. I am 21 years old and just finished my second year of college. Now I’m back home for the summer, with my parents and 18 y/o brother Braden. Little bro is cute, with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. We never explored sex together until.... Living in the city during college exposed me to A LOT of new things. I the freedom to hook up with anyone at any time, and had access to all kinds of porn (unrestricted by my parents’ content filter). One of favorite fuckbuds is a 27 y/o short-haul trucker named Marc. He works out of the city where my college is located, and his job brings him to my hometown about twice per month. About a week after I moved back home, Marc told me he was in my area. I invited him over. Braden’s swim practice was scheduled until late and my parents were going to a reception after work. It was a perfect opportunity for a sleazy hookup. I had downloaded LOTS of videos while I was at school, free from my parents’ restrictions. So I stripped naked, put on a sketchy gangbang video, and started stroking my 7-inch dick. I was so focused on the video that I didn’t hear the front door open. Apparently, Braden’s swim practice was interrupted by a power outage and they sent everybody home. I didn’t hear him walk upstairs or watch me jerking off through the open door. I had no idea he was there, until he threw his t-shirt on my bed. The sudden motion startles me out of the corner of my eye. I spun around to see him dropping his pants, leaving only his speedo from swim practice. His entire body is smooth, as is typical for swimmers. A bulge seems to get larger and larger each second. Me – HOLY FUCK bro. How long were you standing there? Braden – Long enough. Me – I was just.... Um….. Braden – Just um what? Me – Dude, you gotta go..... I have a friend coming over, and, uh...... You gotta go. Just Go. Braden – Why? Is this what you do before your friends come over? My gaze is so fixated on his bulge that I don’t notice him smirk back at me. I hesitate. Me – I was just trying to relax. Braden – You relaxing has got me all horned up! Who this friend you have coming over? Do I know him? Me – Don't ask so many questions! ...... Actually..... Fuck it. Bro, take your speedo off and come here. As my slick-shaven little brother walks toward me, I pump a wad of lube into my hand. I grab him by the dick, line up behind him, and begin to stroke him while we watch the porn together. Part of me is jealous because his dick is about 2 inches longer than mine. Braden is raging hard and leaking precum. He’s either really enjoying the gangbang vid, or really enjoying me stroking his cock. Hopefully both. I lube up my other hand, and start prodding at the entrance to his hole. He lets out a soft moan. I insert my index finger, and he opens up much too easily. So I go for two, then three. Me – Seems like the rumors I’ve heard about you are true. You really are the swim team slut. Braden – That’s how I got started, but that’s not the half of it. I bet you haven’t heard about everything. Since Braden is so loose and apparently so experienced, I decide to slide my cock in him. I bend him over slightly and get just past the cockhead when the doorbell rings. Me – Fuck! Marc is here. I slide my dick out, turn around, and put on some loose gym shorts. I didn't bother wasting time for a shirt. With my hardon popping out of my waistband, I order Braden to stay while I get the door. When I open the front door, my hardon is so obvious that Marc immediately laughs. He walks in, takes off his shoes, and we both head up the staircase. Marc – Looks like you're excited to see me *e slaps my dick through the shorts* Me – Yeah, uh..... Just so you know, there's someone else here. My little brother came home early from swim practice. Narc – No problem. So we just gotta be quiet? Me – Uh, no.... Actually, it’s the opposite..... Marc – Huh? Me – I always heard rumors from some guys at our school that my brother Braden is a major cockwhore. I discovered a few minutes ago that it was true. If it’s okay with you, it will be all three of us? Marc – *laughs again* Your own brother, huh? A pair of fags. Me – We can both fuck him, but make sure I am the one who get your load. You know why I want it. Marc – Yeah, no shit. We arrived at the open doorway, take one look at Braden, and step inside.
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The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
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In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
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I watched as Uncle Cliff’s ample ass made the last few steps into the shade of the cave. I just sat there, as my imagination ran wild with speculation as to what would go on once her was inside… I could envision Uncle Cliff locking eyes with the swarthy stranger waiting for him inside. The two of them would begin inching closer to each. Despite the cave’s cool shade, the humidity from the sea air would cause beads of sweat begin to drip over their naked bodies. I can imagine the man gently running a finger from Uncle Cliff’s navel up to his nipple; the sensation causing Uncle Cliff head to fall back, his eyes closed, and a shudder to escape his lips, as if from a cold breeze were running all over his body. Once he returned to Earth Uncle Cliff would take the stranger’s gesture to the next level, and bend over slightly, extending his tongue to lick upward over the man’s solid, furry torso repeating the gesture up to the man’s nipple. The sensation causes him to heave, a deep exhale of breath. Uncle Cliff would take this reaction as an indication to press on. He would continue his onslaught on the man’s nipple, causing it to grow and protrude like the eraser of a pencil. A low, guttural moan would come from deep within the man, and he would no longer be able to fight the urge to feel Uncle Cliff close to him. He takes Uncle Cliff’s face in his hands and brings his face up to his. Their eyes lock, and their swollen cocks would touch heads, as the two connect in a kiss like… “Excuse me,” a deep voice said, shaking me from my reverie. I turned and found myself face to face with a rather ample dick. A bit of foreskin covered the head, and I could see a slight residue of precum (or post cum…I couldn’t tell which) on the bit of the head that was exposed. As my eyes trailed upward, I noticed that it was part of one of the most amazingly beautiful men I had ever seen…in reality or fantasy. It was one of the two gods we had witnessed going at it when we arrived at the beach. His body was even more spectacular up close…a closely trimmed carpet of fur covered his flat muscled stomach and fanned over his impressive pecs on to his shoulders, upper arm and forearms area. I used my hand as a shade from the unrelenting sun, as I tried to maintain my composure in the presence of such perfection. Once we locked eyes, I tried my best to maintain the gaze rather than divulge my lust-crazed desire to take advantage of my position and suck that beautiful cock as deeply into my throat as I could. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I noticed you’d been left all by your lonesome. Wondered if you’d care to join me mate and me. No fun sitting all alone on a day like this.” That face was a true gift from the gods. Chiseled, angular, with dark deep-set eyes, and a smattering of stubble highlighted his perfect cheekbones and cleft chin. Perfection seemed inadequate; he truly was a gift from God. I shook my head slightly to release the fog of my images of Uncle Cliff, and now the confrontation of this mythical creature in front of me. And that accent…my mouth went dry, and I began to feel some swelling in my crotch. My blank expression must have had him thinking I was mute. Words of reply swirled in my brain, yet I couldn’t seem to form them into a cohesive sentence. His dark eyes had such a light of kindness in them, it finally gave me my footing once again. “Kind of you, “I managed to say, “but I think I should hang out here until my uncle gets back. This is a favorite spot of his, so I’m holding down the fort until he…” He gave me a wink and a sly smile of someone who knew the story all too well. From what Uncle Cliff and I had witnessed upon arrival earlier he and his friend certainly knew of the magic this stretch of beach seemed to have. “If you’d like, you and your friend can join me here. I would welcome the company. Not sure how long my uncle will be.” He smiled, turned to where he and his friend had been encamped further up the beach, and flailed his arms wildly indicating his friend grab their gear and join us. In no time, a slightly taller, slightly more muscled, and as impossible to imagine as it seemed an even more handsome god/man sprinted towards us. As he approached his also hooded cock swung back and forth with a rhythm like a metronome. It was hypnotic, and I was falling quickly under its spell. In no time he bounded up to where I sat and his mate still stood, with the infectious enthusiasm of a great Dane puppy. “So, my name is Sebastian,” said my new friend as he draped an arm casually over the hulking folder of his large friend. “And this behemoth, is Cyril.” Both just looked at me with a child’s anticipation, as they clearly waited for me to introduce myself. And I just stared blankly… “Oh, my bad, “I finally muttered, “I’m Trey. My Uncle Cliff is who I’m with…he ran into a friend and chose to take some time with him…to talk about life…and other…endeavors. Otherwise, he would be here with me…and available to greet you both as well…but he seems to be a little…detained. But I guess I mentioned that already, didn’t I?” I felt the heat of embarrassment begin to creep up my body. Hotter than the sun above the Mediterranean, and a lot more damaging I thought. At least in that moment, I was expecting this surreal pair of buddies to take their leave as quickly as they had arrived. But to my surprise they had remained in place. I noted little change in the expressions of the two. Both still were as handsome as any man had the right to be, and there was no mistaking them for anything but hyper-masculine guys. Yet I noted as I looked up from the sand at my feet, both seemed to look at me with an almost child-like wonder in their eyes. I found that very endearing, not to mention sexy as hell. It was their expressions, as well as my verbal faux pas, that caused me to break into uproarious laughter. My two companions joined in with me heartily. After a few moments I was able to regain my composure “Thanks guys, “I said wiping tears of laughter from my eyes, “now let’s see if I can re-phrase that. My Uncle Cliff, at this moment, is rather…busy…now…” This brought on more raucous laughter that had my new friends clutching their sides as the fell to the sand. Suffice to say, I saw no way that that I could have made a worse first impression, other than lighting them both on fire. But their laughter was a mixture of sincerity, kindness and what felt like attraction. Choosing to not overthink it as I had done in so many situations before, any angst over what I’d said seem no longer important. After regaining as much composure as two sexually potent males in their prime could, and whose faces were stained from tears, and who both had remnants of cum from their earlier fucking clinging to their muscled torsos, I concluded we were even on the embarrassment track. Yet both Sebastian and Cyril took notice of my taking notice of the left-over evidence from their romp. Rather than blush and try to change the tone, they gave each other a knowing look, re-adjusted their dicks with a gentle yet effective tug. I say efficient because upon doing so, both of their cocks began to spill clear gooey pre/post cum from the tips. Almost on cue, the liquid dropped into the sand, and formed clumps of sand between their outstretched legs. I was once again struck dumb, and just dropped to my towel once more. Time seemed to be passing slower than the melting of the polar ice caps. We exchanged pleasantries for a bit; talked about where we were from (I, Orange County CA; they, Belfast, Ireland), our respective ages (I, 22; Sebastian, 25; Cyril, 26) and all we could manage to coddle together between us. I wasn’t sure if it was the sun’s unrelenting rays, or our proximity to one another, but the temperature on that beach felt like it was climbing by the second. One thing was certain, the closeness seemed to be influencing both their massive cocks, as they both had begun to swell and arch upward. I felt the swelling of my own cock begin to press against the nylon fabric of my board shorts. Both Cecil and Sebastian were taking mental snapshots of my crotch, and it seemed I was doing a good job fostering good will on an international level. I was trying to cast a casual glance at “the goods” of my two new friends as well. I heard Cyril’s deep resonant baritone voice which broke the tension. This obscenely good looking, well-meaning giant of a man was looking at me with nothing but lust in his eyes. “Oy mate, see something you’d like to test drive,” Cyril snarled. I was totally busted. I guess my skills as a covert operative were lacking. But I didn’t care. I was beginning to feel a surge of confidence that was new to me. “You bet I do, “I said. “It all looks pretty good from where I sit.” Sebastian gave Cyril a slight nod and a wink as he turned to looked back at me. He wore a smile that bordered on a leer that curled around his ample lips. Cyril just looked at me like a steak he wasn’t allowed to devour…yet. I again became painfully aware of my cock creating an ill-fitting tent pole in my boardies. The dynamic duo seemed to read my mind, as Cyril offered his opinion. “Trey, clearly you have absolutely nothing to feel shy about out here, “he began. “I mean, look around you…talk about all walks of life! The human body is beautiful in all its forms, so why not join the majority. Lose the shorts mate! I’m sure you will feel much better, and I know Seb and I will enjoy it to…a lot! I mean, when in Rome…” Cyril’s last words cause my eyes to dart immediately to their almost pleading eyes. It was hearing Uncle Cliff’s words parroted back to me that brought a great big grin to my face. Without saying a word, and before I lost my nerve, I stood up and turned my back on the boys. I fumbled with, but eventually managed to untie the drawstring on my board shorts. I took a deep breath… “C’mon Trey, you can do this, “I said to myself. “It’s easy…just a quick down and off, and you’re done.” I repeated these words to myself a few times to steel my nerves. And while I had anticipated a quick down and off, my still growing hardon was creating a speedbump. From the back there was a similar problem as the rounded muscle of my ass impeded my plans as well. At that moment, a plan formulated in my head that would help me release a few of my own inhibitions and reward my new pals for their kindness and patience. Before I lost my nerve, I let go of the waistband, and the shorts dropped…slightly. As I anticipated, they got held up on my dick, but more noticeable to Cyril and Sebastian from their vantage point, was how they were held up by my muscled ass. The under-the-breath whistle I heard from behind me told all, as the shorts stopped just enough to show a bit of my furry ass and crack. I felt emboldened so I decided to go a step further. I grabbed the waistband and began to gyrate my hips, pushing the nylon down a bit further with each rotation. As if by accident, I pushed just enough for the shorts to drop to the sand. I bent at my waist as if trying to retrieve them, exposing my hairy hole to the pair of hungry hunks behind me. Thanks to quite a bit of flexibility training, I was able to stretch enough to steal a peek at the look on their astonished faces. Sebastian and Cyril did indeed look hungry; and my exposed hole looked to be a rather good “last meal” to them both. I saw Sebastian’s tongue slip from between his lips to catch a small drop of saliva that was escaping from the right corner of his mouth. I also noticed the swollen, purple heads of their hard cocks, completely unsheathed of their foreskin and pointing at the blue sky above. I smiled to myself, and straightened up, giving one more stretch that would show the two that theirs weren’t the only hard bodied stud on the beach this day. I slowly turned to face the pair and saw that each had allowed a hand to stray to the crotch of the other and were gently pulling on the engorged meat in their grip. I pretended to give my own hardon an absent-minded tug. As I did my own large drop of precum slowly dribbled its way to the sand. Both Sebastian and Cyril looked dry mouthed, as if the only source of moisture for miles was my cock. I quickly dropped to the sand and stretched out my legs in front of me, leaning back on my elbow. “Wow, that does feel much better, “I cooed. Sebastian and Cyril just stared, their mouths agape, seeming to be lost for words, yet there was a definite plan brewing in their collective minds. I on the other Hand, felt my senses of confidence and sense of empowerment grow stronger by the moment. I was becoming more comfortable with each silent moment, knowing that these two hunks were as sexually charged as I was. Feeling liberated, I offered a suggestion to my two buddies. “So, now that that’s over, who’s up for some beach paddle ball? Or would a good old fashioned circle jerk be a better idea?"
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“How much further is it Uncle Cliff, “I asked. The sweat was pouring off my face, had coated the lenses of my Oakley’s , and ran onto my chest. Even though it wasn’t quite noon, the Greek sun was powerful overhead. Uncle Cliff on the other hand, strode a few steps ahead of me, just as happy as a lark. I guess his choice to wear just his Speedo to make the trek to his favorite stretch of beach was a wise one. For me, the bonus was getting to watch his big firm ass fight against the confinement of the spandex in his suit. From my vantage point, Uncle Cliff’s juicy ass was winning the battle. “Not too much further kid,” he called back to me over his right shoulder. “Don’t tell me that jock body is all worn out from taking a ‘widdle walk’ with your Uncle Cliff?” He knew I hated it when he switched into baby talk mode. Even though I couldn’t see his face I just knew he was wearing the same shit-eating grin he always did when he teased me. When I hit my teens, I declared a moratorium on the baby talk with everyone in the family. Most had obliged, except Uncle Cliff. He would pull out the exaggerated inflection when he thought I was behaving badly. As I got older, I realized he mainly did it to get a rise out of me. Maybe it was his teasing tone, coupled with the front row view of his luscious backside, but the most surprising rise I was experiencing was in my crotch. I was grateful I had opted to wear baggy board shorts for our trek, even though the circus tent I was pitching would grab as much attention as I would have in a Speedo like Uncle Cliff/ I shook my head to disband the thoughts I was having about my uncle, and in doing so shook a few beads of salty sweat into my eyes. That sensation would shake anyone back to reality. “So, from here, it gets a little dicey,” Uncle Cliff said as me made an abrupt turn off the small cobblestone road we had be walking on. “There is a narrow trail down the side of this cliff. It’s not very wide, so I recommend small steps, and staying away from the edge. Otherwise, you should be fine.” And with that, he leapt over the curb of the road and began to traverse down the cliffside like a mountain goat. Nerdy as I was, I wasn’t about to back down from a challenge, and so I took a similar tact as my uncle. Big mistake. Two steps and I was down, sliding off the trail to the next level below me. Uncle Cliff wasn’t kidding abut the trail being marrow. Clearly my size 13’s weren’t what the original engineer of this trail had in mind. The drop was about 5 feet or so, as I made my slip just before the first switchback on the trail. And where to you think I was to land? Right in front of good old Uncle Cliff. His surprise at my suddenly “dropping in” was erased by another of his snarky comments. “Man, it’s a good thing you weren’t born with a nose as big as those banana boats you walk on, He started saying. “If it was, you’d have another foot on your hands!” He grinned at his own implied burn. I felt the blood rush to my face, but I fought the urge to engage with a comeback. So, I too the smallest of small steps away from the cliff and let Uncle Cliff back into lead position. I fell in close behind, trying to literally walk in the footsteps of my uncle. This leg of our journey tohis oasis of a beach was the most treacherous, but it was also the quickest. In no time I saw Uncle Cliff suddenly hop down on a flatter sandy surface. I had been paying suck close attention to the trail I had scarcely noticed we were reaching the bottom. When I did, my eyes trailed up, and the scene literally took my breath away. Uncle Cliff’s little oasis as he called it, was one of the most breathtaking spots I had ever seen. The sun had reached its pinnacle point in the sky and was lighting up the Mediterranean blue like nothing I had ever seen, let alone imagined. Even the sand seemed illuminated, giving it a warm, pinkish hue rather than the typical sandy beige. My mouth was agape as I took in the beauty. It was as if we were in an uncharted inlet of land. The stretch of beach itself wasn’t that long, but it had a broad expanse between the shore and the sea. On both sides there were some rock formations that had been worn somewhat smooth by the lapping waves that came up and over them. The sound of these crashing waves was incredible…so relaxing. “So, can I assume by your slack-jawed expression that the journey was worth it,” Uncle Cliff asked. All I could do was nod as my head was still trying to wrap my brain around the beauty I was witnessing. Uncle Cliff smiled, gave my sweat dampened hair a tussle and turned towards the rocky area to our left. “C’mon kid, let’s go over this way,” said Uncle Cliff. “It’s one of my favorite spots anywhere.” The beach itself was surprisingly empty of other people. Just a few random scatterings of guys; guys alone, guys in pairs, and a couple of trios. It was this moment I began to make note of the fact that all the inhabitants of this beach were guys. There wasn’t a female in sight, not that I minded. I loved the ladies, for gab fests, shoe shopping, brunch and the like. But being here, in this amazing place, with nothing but other men, just somehow felt right…and natural. I even imagined that the air had suddenly taken on a scent of something like man musk. I took a deep inhale, and as we walked along the sand I exhaled and felt completely at peace for the first time in quite some time. It was then as we strolled past a couple of the sun worshipers stretched out in the sand that I took note of another important detail that I had somehow overlooked. Every guy we passed was completely, unabashedly, and quite provocatively…nude. I felt my eyes stretch to the size of dinner plates, and the chubbing of my cock begin to pop a tent once again. Apparently, a lot of the guys had similar stirrings, as I made note of more that one guy gently fondling their own cock and balls. As we got closer to the rocky formation Uncle Cliff was headed for, there were other guys giving their junk a more serious polishing. One guy, whom I probably stared at a bit longer than I should have, was jacking his ample cock with gusto. I was mesmerized by his huge balls bouncing in tandem beneath his hardened dick. The natural hair on his chest was slick by what I imagined to be a combo of sweat and sea water. He was as beautiful as one of the carved statues I had seen in most any museum I had ever been to. His pecs, his abs, his tree trunk like thighs…this was what a man looked like. My Adonis was laying between the equally impressive legs of yet another muscled god of a man. Though smoother above the waist that his counterpart, his legs were covered in a lush carpet of dark black hair. His jacking friend lay his head against the man’s chest, and that man was massaging his ample pecs and tweaked his meaty nipples. His technique seemed to have the right effect, because in short order the jacking stud shot a huge stream of cum. The trajectory took that first rope high above him and came to land on his cushioning buddy’s chest. He quickly moved a finger to the spot, scooped up the semen bounty with his fingers, and shoved them into his mouth. I shuddered at the sight, trying to imagine how the inner essence of this stud would taste. It was a short reverie, as my attention to the two studs prevented me from seeing that Uncle Cliff had stopped ahead of me. Impact, and we were down in the sand, me on top of my humpy uncle. “Damn kid, “Uncle Cliff started to say, “usually I make a guy buy me a drink at least before this happens.” He seemed to purr those words, and he had inadvertently brushed a hand across my now stiff cock. His eyes caught mine, even through the dark lenses of my Oakley Oil Can shades, and I blushed. His hand wrapped itself around my thick shaft, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled that wicked smile once again, and then pulled himself from beneath me. I managed to pull myself up on my knees and sat back on my haunches. So many feelings and emotions swirling inside me from the stimuli. I glanced back over my shoulder and noticed my two statue-like gods laughing and mockingly applauding out pratfall. To say I was mortified would be understating the obvious. “So, what do you think,” Uncle Cliff inquired, trying to make the situation less embarrassing. I took off my glasses and once again took inventory of our surroundings. I couldn’t imagine any place more idyllic than where we were at that moment. “It’s breathtaking Uncle Cliff, “I replied. “It’s amazing that a place with such natural beauty seems to be so, natural!” I blanched at my choice of words, but Uncle Cliff just gave a slight chuckle and nodded his agreement. “And I see you’ve made not of the other type of ‘natural’ beauty that inhabits this beach.” Uncle Cliff’s smile took on that devilish look once again. “Those two you were enjoying. They only scratch the surface...you are gonna see guys hotter than those two. I choose this spot every time I come here.” He gave me a wink I didn’t fully understand. II guessed the reason would become known to me in short order. I looked at my uncle with a quizzical yet blank expression on my face. His penchant for the cryptic was another slightly annoying characteristic he possessed. No one enjoyed a mystery more than he did…especially if it was of his own creation. I just shook my head at him and began digging in my backpack for the beach supplies I had toted along. Uncle Cliff was way ahead of me, having laid out a bright pink beach towel that despite its audacious color, nicely complimented the sands pinkish hues. His suntan oil, a small spritzer bottle with water he had filled in our room, and a couple of gossip rags were set neatly to one side. But most noticeable was the large pump bottle of silicone lube and its dildo companion. I didn’t remember seeing it when we unpacked upon our arrival. Hell, I didn’t even notice him packing it before we left New York. Yet here it was, propped up in the shimmering sand just a couple of inches taller that the accompanying bottle of lube. He seemed to notice my shock and replied without prompting. “Oh, give it a rest ‘Judge Judegerson.’ “he quipped. Let me give you the lowdown; this is clearly a nude beach, right? That’s a given. But there is more to it than just that. A lot of hot action goes down here…and I mean A LOT! So, by previous trips I have learned that its best to come early, get a good spot, and be prepared for almost anything. Thus ‘Mr. Belvedere’ here.” I wanted to ash the obvious question, but I was distracted by the appearance of a man so physical perfect, he put the two I had watched before to shame. His body was nothing but rock-hard slabs of muscle. Bark hair, dark eyes, just a hint of facial hair stubble, and thick layers of muscle clearly visible beneath the carpet of jet-black hair that covered his frame. Probably early 40’s, over six feet tall, and with an uncut cock that demanded attention as it swung back and forth like a pendulum. He walked with a confident, yet unassuming stride, and as he got closer, it almost appeared that he would walk right into my uncle and me. At the last moment, he did a graceful veering to his left, and at that moment seemed to lock eyes with Uncle Cliff. Unlike myself Uncle Cliff met his gaze and held on to it. The two if them seemed to forget that there was anyone else around. The eye-fucking they were giving each other caused the man’s cock to begin to harden without being touched. I quickly glanced at my uncle’s crotch and noted his similar reaction. As if in slow motion, Uncle Cliff stood up, and shucked his Speedo down to his ankles in one quick but graceful motion. His thick cock was expanding to it’s full glory like the guy he was eye fucking. No words were uttered, just an exchange of primal energy between to rutting beasts. I had already been imagining them rutting together. I had to wonder if he was the one outside out room early this morning when I woke up. It didn’t matter, seeing this deity in the flesh was better than anyone I could have imagined. As he passed, within just a couple of feet of our chosen spot, he stopped, and took a series of deep breaths and stretched his muscled arms over his head. His body was amazing, matched only by the beauty of his face. His gentle tugs on his still swelling cock didn’t register as the absent-minded action he must have hoped. Uncle Cliff’s smile confirmed this, and the man just gave him a shy wink, and then turned to give a VIP view of his backside. He bent over at the waist and grabbed his ankles, giving an insider’s view of his slightly hairy manhole. Clearly it had been trimmed, but I marveled and how natural it all looked. He stood back upright, turned towards us and did a couple more deep breathing exercises, turned a strolled off towards the rocks. “Fuck, “was all I could manage to say about what I had just witnessed. I thought the first two we had encountered would send me over the edge, but this man…wow. However, it was clear that his interest was in my hunky uncle. I was still sitting with my heels wedged into my butt cheeks and realized suddenly that I was at a prefect eye level with Uncle Cliff’s cock. Up close, it was truly another amazing creation. It’s sinew, its vascularity, it seemed all of Uncle Cliff’s blood had decided to convene in his cock. I licked my lips unconsciously, and to my dismay Uncle Cliff noticed. “Like what you see, huh, “Uncle Cliff said in a deep baritone voice. Clearly his throat had become dry from hunger and lust for the stud that passed by. But he wasn’t wrong, as I did like what I saw. But he was my uncle, my family. I was sure to go to hell by just the nature and detail of thoughts I’d had about him over the years. Yet here he was, naked and exposed, his rock-hard cock jutting straight out from his body. I tried to swallow, and realized I was as dry mouthed as my uncle. I wanted to respond, but no words would come. I rolled to my side and collapsed onto my back. Uncle Cliff just smiled, shook his head and asked when I was going to adhere to the dress code of the beach. “C’mon kid, what is there to be shy about, “Uncle Cliff asked. “You know what they say…when in Rome? Well, quite sure the same applies when in Greece too.” I looked up at my uncle, and then quickly looked away. Even though I had spent a great deal of time honing the hard-bodied physique I had built in the gym, I was still the same shy introvert I had been since childhood. How I longed to shed this persona, and try to become man, no the stud, I was sure dwelled within. It was hard for me, and Uncle Cliff had always known it. Over the years, he had always been a source of support and encouragement. I never felt pressured or forced with him. Yet here I sat on a nude gay beach, clearly standing at a crossroad paved previously by my uncle. I didn’t know how to feel about it… Uncle Cliff just sat down directly opposite from where I sat on the sand, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his huge schlong jutting out from his crotch. His proximity left me few places to avert my eyes, so I just looked into his sweet reassuring eyes. “Look kid, there is no timeline when we come into our own. “he began. “Ever since you were a little boy, I knew there was something special in you. I could see it.” I once again began to blush. His kind words were making me melt, and I didn’t want that to happen. We had to have boundaries. Expressions of love, beyond the familial kind, were a society no-no. In this moment, I wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying was relatable to the lust-filled thoughts I was having at that moment. I saw his lips moving, but the bulk of his words escaped my comprehension. All I could think of was the cock pointing skyward just inches from where I lay on the sand. “I brought you here, because I thought you would enjoy it, “he continued, “and I meant it when I said I had never brought anyone else here before you. And I meant it. Sure, I’ve been here lots, and let me tell you, it can be intoxicating to say the least. Yet, when it’s all said and done, the reality is that this…all this isn’t real. Still, this was the place I finally took stock of the man I was, and the man I wanted to be. It was here, in this spectacular place that I found my real, true, and authentic Cliff. And I brought you here hoping that the magic of this place would be able to do the same for you.” Through the tears that had begun to well up in my eyes, I saw a look of sincerity on my uncle’s face I hadn’t seen before. It made him even more beautiful, and me to feel more special, that either of us had ever been before. The emotions welling up in me took my ability to speak this time. All I could manage to say was a soft, raspy “thank you Uncle Cliff.” He smiled and once again tussled my hair. He then stood up, grabbed the bottle of jube from the sand leaving the dildo to fall over like a drunken sailor. From his bag he pulled a small hand towel and looked to be heading off towards the rocks. Suddenly he turned back towards me. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully before he spoke. “I found myself here in this place as I said. What I didn’t say was how big part a part I discovered in a cave just over there among those rocks. Each time since the first I come back here to get…realigned I guess you might say. I don’t want you to think your old uncle is a sex fiend or anything…” His words trailed off... “That stud that walked by a bit ago, I think he might be just the thing to help my ‘relignment.’ But I don’t want to leave you alone if you aren’t comfortable. Just say the word, and I will stay right here” I managed a chuckle, and Uncle Cliff softened his stern expression. “I’m gonna be fine uncle, “I said. “More important are you gonna be okay…yourself?” I returned the devilish grin Uncle Cliff had given me so often. He replied, smiling his trademark smile right back at me. “Worry not nephew, “he said over his shoulder as he headed off. “I hope to not be ‘by myself’ for very long.” I imagined he was winking at me again as he walked away. I also hoped he would have details he would be willing to share when he returned, which was making my shorts tent once again.
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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.
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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.
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Part 1 I was finally free. I just finished unpacking all I had into my college dorm room and said goodbye to my dad who drove up with me to help get me settled. My mom was not in the picture because she left my dad after giving birth to me and stating that she was not ready to be a mom at 17 but I wasn't discouraged about that because I always had my dad who took care of me and always showed me how much he loved me. My dad is a wealthy buessness man and I always knew he would be there to take care of anything either of us needed. We both shared everything with each other and supported each other decisions and we were both proud to know we were both gay. My dad surprised me by having over all of his gay friends and mine to our house on my graduation day and when I walked into the house I saw they were all naked and ready to help me celebrate an amazing day. I stood in shock and was instantly hard seeing about 50 naked men in my house and it didn't take much for the party to be in full swing not to mention there was one in the middle of the living room. The night went on with everything you could imagine in a sex party but I did notice that it was more of just fondling and sucking and not actually fucking which I found odd and then my dad came up to make an announcement. "To my son and all of his fellow graduates congratulations for all of your hard work in completing the four years of your schooling and as you all go now into the next chapter of your life remember to take your gifts far and spread them wide as they should be." I was confused as to what he was referring to when he said gifts but I continued to listen to what he was saying. "Now to start the main event everyone." "Alex please come here." I walked up to my father and stood next to him. "Alex you have been a joy to have as my son and I could not be a more proud father with all you have accomplished in your life and I want you to leave with a piece of me that will always be with you and remind you of just how much I love you." I got teary eyed with his speech but still didn't understand what he was saying. "Alex I have waited till now to tell you this secret and here it is, your dad is hiv positive and so are all your friends here and all of mine too and the biggest thing about it is I am the one who made them all poz in the first place now I would like to enduce you in as well." It took me a moment to digest this and I looked at everyone in the crowd and they all nodded at me confirming that it was true they all were pozzed by my dad and they waited for my answer. I started to cry and understood now why there wasn't any fucking yet because my dad wanted everyone to fuck me first to help with my conversion. I went to hug my dad and said loud enough for everyone to hear that I would be more than happy to join in with everyone to be poz. My dad grinned ear to ear and embraced me in the biggest bear hug and kisses me deeply as he started to carry me to the sling in the room not breaking the kiss as he lowered me into it. He started to move down my body with his lips stopping to kiss and lick every part of my body. He licked down to my nipples and started to nibble on the left and tweaked the right and switched back and forth making me twist and moan. He then licked down further down my abs to my cock and balls. He waisted no time in taking my cock down to the root and It almost made me cum right there and then but I was able to hold off at the last moment. He slobbered all over my cock and balls with his spit dripping down to my hole getting it nice and wet. He moved to my hole and devoured it like a starving homeless man who hadn't eaten in months. He dove deeper and deeper inside licking the sides of my hole. When he finally came up for air he and I were both gasping and out of breath for a moment and then I saw my best friend and future college roommate Jay roll over a tray with an assortment of toys and other items. I saw my dad pick up a toothbrush and he told me it is going to hurt a little but he wanted to prep my hole for the gift to take so I had to relax and Jay picked up a bottle that said jungle juice on it and he said for me to inhale deeply. I did as he said and started to feel warm and my head swam and I could barely feel my dad putting the brush up my ass. It came out pink and that brought out cheers from everyone and my dad then lined up his cock with my exposed hole. Jay leaned the bottle to my nose again and whispered in my ear to inhale as much as possible because my dad is the most ruthless fucker there and he wasn't going to take it easier on me. On that note I inhaled deeply just as my dad thrust every inch of his monster cock in me down to the base causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. More to cum
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Ik so I wss 5 6 showering with my dad who is good looking man but any he come in pass out and I would ho to the zipper I check out my family few pics if u guys wanna share yours
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So I have an uncle who is only 4 years older than me who has been feeding me his load and fucking me since I was 12. He considers himself straight, and is now married and has kids. It started one day when he was babysitting me and my brother. My dad worked down state, and was only home on the weekends, while my mom waited tables at 2 different restaurants. At first it was just me sucking his dick, which was very thick, and his Bush smelled like heaven. He taught me everything about giving head that year. One day when my brother was at my grandmas house, he decided it was time for us to fuck. His 16 year old dick felt so good in my tight virgin hole, that was when I knew I was always meant to be a bottom. I didn’t think it was possible, but I think I fell in love with my uncle when I was growing up. I always felt huge pangs of jealousy every time he brought a girlfriend home. He still fucked me every chance we could get, but I was still jealous. This would continue until I finished college, while he was married, and I would date various men, and moved away from home. After college it happened just once or twice a year, when visiting my parents, and extended family until I married my now husband of 3 years. Flash forward to this Christmas, when I went to Virginia to visit my parents, leaving my husband at home alone, because they don’t get along. My uncle was there, he and his wife are getting a divorce, and it was like I was transported back to being a kid. We’ve both put on a few pounds, but my lust for him was as strong today as it was when we were kids. After my parents went to bed, I snuck down to my parents basement, where my uncle has been staying and we started where we left off. We kissed, and my knees were weak, we ripped each other’s clothes off, and I devoured his dick, and he did something he’s never done before—ate my ass. Ate my ass like he ate his ex’s pussy, and it made me so wet. He used spit, so we could be as intimate as ever, and my whole body got goosebumps as he slid his dick in me. We fucked for an hour, until he couldn’t hold his load back anymore, and blew it in me. We lay there, me resting my head on his chest, and I think I fell in love with him again. We continued to fuck during my stay until I left back home. My husband and I just finished fucking, and all I can think about is him.
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Pete had always loved his uncle Rob. Of course, now that he was a man grown, and their relationship had… changed... he'd taken to calling him Uncle Rub. The older man would use every opportunity to touch him. A firm hand on the shoulder. A soft, playful pat on the cheek, often in response to some smart ass comment. Pressing his crotch against his pert, twenty year old ass when trying to pass each other in the cramped hallway at the packing plant. Pete, of course, didn't mind. It drove him wild. Keeping himself from tearing the man's pants open to get at the giant sized tool the outwardly benign affections were secretly promising. As soon as they were alone, probably in Rob's run down house on the other side of the county, clothes would get strewn everywhere and Pete’s ass would be taken quickly and with whatever lube was handy. After Rob came deep up his nephew’s guts, only then would they take things more slowly. Leftovers would get eaten, reruns would be watched, as they languidly embraced and played with each other. A familiar alert noise sounded from his uncle's phone, and Petes curiosity was titillated. His uncle smiled as he tapped out a response. The phone went back on the bedside table, and his uncle rose and rummaged around in his closet. “Who was that?” Pete asked, lazily jerking his cock. Rob turned back to him, holding several lengths of nylon rope, and a shoebox. “Do you trust me?” “Sure, I do, Uncle Rub.” Pete smiled, “I like it when you tie me up.” “I know you do, boy.” Rob came back to the bed and took out a blindfold, “but tonight, I'm getting some help from friends.” “Who?”. Rob smiled warmly at the young man he'd grown to cherish, “That isn't for you to know.” the blindfold slid over his head, and all was darkness. Pete could feel rope being tied at his ankles, then his legs being raised and secured, his hole spread wide. Then his hands were cuffed together and secured above his head to the head board. The bed in front of him sagged. He heard his uncle spit then felt the cock head re-enter him. The dick sank into him all the way, making him moan. He felt his uncle’s strong body lowering onto him, making him feel complete. “You know I'd never let you be hurt, right son?. “I know that pretty damn well, sir.” “And you know I've always done right by you since your daddy left?” rob gently withdrew. “Yes, sir.” “Good. So right now, who's your daddy?” Rob thrust in slowly but steadily. “Oh god, you are, sir.” “That's right.” thrust. “You're a good boy, Pete.” His uncle proceeded to throw a pretty rough fuck into him. Pete was moaning and the creaking of the bed was particularly loud such that he did not hear the front door open. “Wow.” A husky voice said from the doorway. “Hey!” Rob greeted the newcomer, “Go ahead and get nekkid. I'll be done with the little bitch soon.” Hearing his uncle refer to him as a bitch made Pete’s dick grow even harder. Knowing he was about to be fucked by a complete stranger that he'd never see was also driving him wild. He couldn't help but moan. Rob was also going wild on his hole and was soon delivering the second load of the night. The bed shifted as his uncle disengaged and left the bed, only for a new weight to make it sag. “Fuck, look at that wet pussy.” the strange man said. Pete felt a cock at his hole, and it was thick. He felt a finger get placed over his left nostril and the familiar smell of poppers. He huffed deeply on the bottle his uncle was holding to his nose. Right as the rush hit, the dick entered him. He heard the screen door open again. But his mind was filled with the wide cock that was filling his asshole. “Hey gents!” His uncle greeted, loudly so that Pete could hear. “Come on in, get comfy. Here are the rules. Don't hurt my boy. There aren't any condoms in this house so don't ask. Feel free to fuck his face, but all loads go up his ass. Call whoever you think would like to use Michael Miller's only son as a cumdump. I'll be nearby. I got a cute piece of tail I'm gonna be using in the next room. Have fun.” This information hit Pete like a semi truck. His dad was the most hated man in Armstrong County. And his Uncle just invited whoever wanted to use him. “Oh, and make sure he takes some poppers on occasion, and let him out of the restraints every hour or so. Don't want him hurt, just used.” Over the next six hours Pete’s cute little ass was gangbred. After the first hour his hands were freed so that his throat could be fucked as well. Two hours in, and he had nine more loads up his cunt. But the men showed no signs of stopping. The screen door opened frequently, and Pete could hear his Uncle having sex with a woman in the room down the hall. When his legs were freed and he was allowed to stand Pete could feel a trickle of semen down both his legs. He was bent over the dresser and fucked up against it for a short while, but ultimately placed on all fours on the bed so he could be spit roasted. Eventually the blindfold came off and light momentarily blinded him. “How are you doing, son?” his uncle asked. Men, some strange, some familiar, all naked, filled the room, along with the haze of pot and cigar smoke. “I’m doing great, daddy.” His uncle smiled and nodded, “Yes, you are, son!” A gentle hand pushed Pete onto his back. “Where’s your woman?” Pete asked, already having an inkling of an answer. “She bugged out when she got hers. But I’m still raring to go boy.” With that his Uncle Rub guided his hard cock into his dripping hole. Pete moaned around the familiar stiffness and clamped his pussy muscles down around it. Seed squelched out along the shaft as it drove in and out, and Rob moaned his own pleasure as he blasted his second load of the night. When Rob got off of his nephew, the nice man who owned the Flying J down the road got on top and slid his cock inside. Pete diligently wrapped his arms and legs around the new man, and silenced the man’s cry of passion with his lips. The man fucked him briefly, came, and then left. Rob watched as the rest of the men all fucked his boy, put their clothes on, and wished them a good night. When it was over the boy’s bed was soaked with sweat and spilled seed. Not exactly fit for sleeping on. Pete was too exhausted to stand, and like a good dad, Rob picked the young man up and carried him down the hall.
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This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."
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Over the years, I've given myself permission to indulge in my more perverted interests that I keep hidden deep inside. I like to bring them out and play once in a while. My unspoken attraction to the dom/sub relationship led me to the world of leather and kink, and I found many playmates in my community to have fun with once I learned the ground rules and how to ask for what I wanted. But in a way, even those encounters were not enough. I think they were merely a gateway to a world of fantasy that has gloriously rotted my brain since then. I've not indulged in chems, as I know enough to realize I have an addictive personality and wouldn't know how to stop wisely. And I haven't actually indulged in anything illegal, but not for lack of desire. My body is not what it was, and I feel a bit more relegated to the world of imagination now than realistically accomplishing anything truly perverse in reality. I have a healthy fantasy life that has led me down the ladder into popper-bating, non-con incest fiction, younger/older, military, pain, and a bit of k9 kink as well. I am also a big fan of kink art, especially works that clearly depict age differences or males in painful situations (Some of my favorite artists include Michael Kerwin, Joseph, Heredia, Ian Hanks, Player, Josman, Roger, & Merida on the classics end, and some great Pixiv yaoi, bara, and shota artists on the contemporary side) . Some would say I'm a sloth and not brave enough to actually do anything in real life, but I like to think of myself as a juror that is still deliberating. Right now, I'm perfectly happy jerking off at home. I have a 00guage PA that has been earned over many years, and a collection of porn that I'm constantly adding to. I have joined a lot of the free sites that I know of, and I'm now flush with a bit more cash to explore paying for some sites that specialize in my fields of interest and maybe even support one of my favorite porn stars if I feel like it. I have more sounds coming and will eventually invest in a Prince Wand. I'm of an age where the more contemporary communication modes (kik and [deleted]) are still new to me, and i'm a bit befuddled by the user interface. I haven't indulged in streaming services yet, but I may explore that in the future as I finally shed the guilt of being discovered as a kinklover by particular people and communities in my life. This particular site seems to hit several of my own interests--poz and bareback sex being the most obvious, but I do love reading a good pozzing story in the fiction section. Makes me drip. My husband has kinks of his own that I let him indulge in, and he doesn't interfere with the ones I let him know about on my end. I know there's more going on with him than he shares, and I'm okay with that. I don't share everything that gets my rocks off with him, either. He doesn't know the depths of my [banned word] interests, and somehow that makes it a lot hotter. If I happen to find friends that help me play, as I discovered in the leather community, I know that he simply doesn't want to know details already. And that's good. Because I can be the evil sadist [banned word] I want to be and not worry. This is enough for now, I'll share more someday in the future.
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Part One. Brad was in a really good mood. His son was coming home from college. He was going to his mothers for a few days aftuter dropping off his college roommate but, he was going to be home for the rest of the summer. Brad loved his son. He had never met his roommate but Kevin, his son, said that Greg, the roommate, was a great friend and needed a place for the summer. Brad was happy to take him in. If Kevin liked him then Brad would. He was also going to be stepping away from his business for a while. Brad ran a high-end escort service. For the right price he could get you any man or woman you wanted. He sometimes took clients himself. You see Brad was HIV positive and men would pay thousands for Brad to give them the gift. He also did for free when it happened organically. Brad was gay. His marriage had been a disaster that ended in pure bitterness from his ex. The only thing good about it was Kevin. Now they were due any minute. He soon saw Kevin's car and two very tired looking college boys dragging luggage to the house. "Dad." Kevin said as he hugged his father. "Kevin, welcome home." "Dad, this is Greg." Kevin said as an introduction. "Hello sir." Greg added. "No, call me Brad. I hate being called sir or mister." "Okay, Brad it is." Brad shook Greg's hand and noticed something on his breath and on his upper lip. Brad was very perceptive and he knew the smell and look of stale cum when it was there, no matter how faint. He got the vibe right away, Greg is just as gay as he was and Kevin did not know. He was told that they would stop to sleep at a rest stop and Brad knew Greg must have stepped out for a quickie. Greg blushed, he knew what Brad knew. "You guys must be hungry and tired. I have some food in the kitchen then you can wash up and get to sleep." It was pretty late and they had plenty of time. After a couple of days Kevin went to visit his mom and it was Brad and Greg alone. The first day Brad decided to spend it by his pool. It was hot. He put on trunks and some suntan lotion and went to his patio chair. Greg joined him. The two got along real well. Brad wanted to ask the question when they were alone. "So, you are gay like me?" "Yeah. I have known for years." "Why have you never told Kevin?" "As weird as it sounds, it has never come up. Neither of us are partiers, we stick to studies. We both are taking hard core classes and neither of us want to fuck up our grades. So we have spent what little time off we had watching movies and stuff. I know it will not be bad for him to find out. He loves you and cannot stop bragging about you. My family has either died or forced me out so Kevin became the person I just hung out with and we just don't do anything that made coming out a big deal." Brad seemed to be pouring his heart out. "What about you. I know enough to know that you are a gift giver from your tattoos." He had a biohazard and scorpion tat on his chest. Brad laughed, "You don't do anything?" "I never said that, I am too busy most of the time. I still sneak a peak online and hit a gloryhole when I need relief. It is just very rare." Brad looked at Greg, I mean really looked, for the first time. This this, well built young man was beautiful. The attraction was there but would it could it lead anywhere? Brad had rules with sex, no condoms and no pulling out. He was a dominate top and that was that. Would Greg be into this and what would he tell his son. Greg leaned in and kissed Brad. Fuck it, he will think of something. Brad grabbed Greg's hands, "Let's take this to the bedroom." They got there in record time and were naked and making out right away. Greg kissed his way down Brad's body. When he reached Brad's dick he kissed the head then started to suck it. Brad moved into a 69 position and returned the favor. When they were both nice and hard Brad grabbed some lube and rubbed some on his finger. He inserted it into Greg's ass both lubing and priming it up. Brad could tell that this would be his first time taking anything in his ass. Well it was too late now Brad pushed his mushroom head against Greg's virgin hole and pushed himself into it. Greg whimpered as his ass opened and spread to accommodate this invader. Greg looked like he was experiencing a mixture of pain, fear and ecstasy. Brad loved that look on a boy getting his ass roughed up for the first time. He fucked Greg hard. Greg was now moaning. Brad was going to make sure the bug took effect. Because he used so little lube and was in by force more than anything Greg's insides were tearing. Nothing too bad but enough for him to accept the gift of Brad's precious seed and all it's toxicity. Greg was now cumming all over his chest and belly. Brad scooped up all of it and fed it to Greg. "No sperm gets wasted with me." "Yes." "No, no, no yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, poz me Daddy, make me your poz cum slut Daddy." With that Brad could take no more. He shot a load right into Greg's ass. "I am not done yet." "Daddy, please give me more." "Of course baby. Daddy loves to share his seed with the willing." Brad pumped more into Greg. This continued until Brad had nothing left. He inserted a specially made butt plug to keep in as much as possible. He fed Greg the rest. This was just the start of the day. After getting some rest, as well as food and water, they were right back at it. This was pretty much the whole day. The two were becoming more than a fuck buddies. They were a couple. In just 2 days they were like a married couple, who were open and one called the other daddy. Brad was still not sure how he would explain it to Kevin but he was not due home for two more weeks. They had Greg tested quickly by a doctor was was a client of Brad's service and got it done as soon as possible. Between Brad'd HVL and as many loads as Greg took he was shown to be poz. They celebrated by getting Brad his first tattoo and going home to fuck some more. They were so excited they threw their clothes all over the house as they ran to the room. After their fuck fest they both fell asleep in each others' arms. They woke up together kissed and were both starting to rub each other's cocks when they heard a shout, "What the hell is this?" Part 2 is written, should I share it?
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Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it. FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. The nigger texted my dad. Jack make yourself free and give me a call. Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table. A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger. I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it. Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass. Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years. You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop. Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth. Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole. Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place. Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time. Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive. After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night. Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal. We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.
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At last I was turning 18. My brother and transexual pre op sister told me about a party going on and we all felt like celebrating. "I wanna loose my virginity at this party" I told my siblings. "It will be more fun if you're blindfolded on the bed when we get there" said my sister. The night came and my parents wished us luck told us to enjoy ourselves and let them know if we were staying over. We arrived to lots of loud erotic music. Most of the party goers were naked, some watching while others had hot passionate sex. This was a no condoms allowed zone because this was a "get pregnant" party. Soon my siblings and I were naked. We went to the cellar dungeon where my sister started kissing me. "I didn't know you liked me that way" I said to her. "Yeah you're hot" she said. To tease me she tied me up and blindfolded me to the bed. The music was loud and my pussy was dripping wet. "I need lots of cum in my fertile pussy" I said to my siblings. They left to find some willing cocks. I heard footsteps and felt hands on my pussy and my boobies. Some wanted ass play as well. I'd heard sex was better with a double penetration. One in each of my lower holes. So I told them I was ready "cum in both my lower holes" I said to them. I felt them teasing my ass and pussy with their cocks. "I want this I'm so ready, pop my cherries" I said to them. Before I knew it they were pounding me, it felt so good. I wanted to have my siblings cum in me. But these were anonymous. Hot passionate sex endured all night. We all fell asleep on the bed together. A few hours later I heard my brother and sisters voices. "We wanna give you lots of babies" they said. "Please do would love you both in my pussy" I replied. "You mean in your pussy again? We were your anonymous lovemakers and we love you" they replied. I took off my blindfold to find them both cuddling my naked body. We had a great time together. Lots of sucking, playing and sex. We got dressed to go home. "Hope you both made your sister pregnant" my dad said as he greeted us. "This was your 18th birthday present and I'm here for your pussy if you would like to try someone bigger" he said pulling down his trousers revealing his cock. It was the biggest I had felt. Dad took me to the bedroom and stretched my pussy with his massive cock. "Let what made you breed you" he said to me as we made love. It felt so good, so passionate and so loving. He was to give me babies later on followed by my cousin.
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