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Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.
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I watched the full moon come up. While I always looked forward to full moons, this one was special. This was the first full moon after my son's 18th birthday. Actually, it was my son's 18th. Like all males in my line, he was born on the first day of the full moon. We'd had a party that day with all his friends, but I made sure it was over by late afternoon. As the full moon rose, huge on the horizon, its ghostly light filled the twilight with sharp shadows. Between my legs, I felt its power as my cock and nuts began to swell and grow. I was naked, my 6’4 frame standing in the window watching the moon. Hard muscles lined my body in a taut swimmer's build. Strong, lean muscles bound my legs, and even before the moon rose, my penis was of breathtaking proportions. Fully limp, it dangled 15 inches from my hairy crotch, a wrist-thick hose. Behind it, a nut sack that belonged on a bull hung down, each orb as big as a coconut. When I got hard, which happens often, just over 2 feet of arm-thick dick stuck out from my groin, straight out, a foot around, with a head bigger than my fist. Precum ran from my dick like a stream, and I came in pints, not teaspoons like a “normal” human. But that was normally, not during the full moon. As the moon bathed me in its light, I felt my groin tingle like I was getting hard, but I wasn't, not yet. I watched as my limp dick grew, getting fatter, longer, heavier. Two feet of limp dick, now three. My nuts swelled even more impressively, by the time my outrageous penis hit a yard long, limp, my nuts were larger than watermelons, and hung well past my knees. From my son's room I heard screams of surprise, wonder, shock and a touch of pain. I smiled. Almost every one of us goes through our initial transformation at least somewhat clothed, and when you grow from a perfectly average cock to one that reaches to the floor, well, pants stop cutting it. I walked over to my son's room, my monstrous limp pecker swinging about a foot above the floor. It would almost drag on the ground, but the mammoth nut-sack behind it held a good portion of it up. The door to his room flew open, and there he was naked, and somewhat panicked. He was quite a sight! 18, youthful, smooth and still boyish. Long blond hair, blue eyes (don't' as me now, I'm dark haired, dark eyed), and my eyes widened when I saw how he had grown! I knew from spying on him that his dick was a normal 18-year old 6-incher, which he, like any teen, had been jerking off since he was 11 years. He found out about guys just before he got his driver's license, and Tommy (my son) and his best friend Rick lost their cherries to each other soon after. O.k., so it isn't the most scrupulous thing to do, spying on your own son while he sucks dick for the first time, or jerks off his buddies, or such, but hey, how else was I supposed to keep up on my son's development. O.k., that's a lame excuse. I just liked watching two 16 year-old boys go at it, especially when one is my son. Rick was also a damn hung teen boy! Tommy couldn't get enough of Rick's 9-inch teen dick, and to give Rick his due, he loved having my son cum in his mouth. But what was throbbing between his legs was a bit larger than Rick's 9-incher. At the sight of it, my 36-inch limp pecker began to grow, but my son's was already rock hard. It still looked like a teen boy's rod and nuts, but the WereQueer gene had gone overboard. Normally, we grew from an average dick to a 2-footer or so on the first transformation, with the rest growing as you finished puberty. Not my son! His 18 year-old penis was as massive as my own 35 year-old cock. Four feet of throbbing dick stuck out from in front of him, each nut bigger than a watermelon (yes, I know I've used that analogy before, but it's hard to find things to compare our nuts to!), and precum spitting out the tip. He looked at me, panic and lust in his face. We were about 5 feet apart, so our dicks overlapped by several feet. I could feel hot splashes on my body from his precum, and I could see his body getting wet with mine. I saw his nostrils flare as he smelled my scent, and I could feel my head filling with his. I knew from experience that soon he would be beyond reason, that soon lust would fill him. It takes a few transformations before you can control the lust rampaging through your body, and longer before you can control what happens when you smell another WereQueer in heat. I decided to help him through this moment, so I did exactly what my dad did to me, 19 years ago. I turned around, our dicks slamming against each other, causing us both to grunt is pleasure, and bent over, my nuts hanging past my knees, almost to my ankles, my erect dick sticking past my face, drooling precum into the hall carpet. The sight of my manhole did it. Reason totally left him as the sight of a hole to fuck filled his eyes. He lunged forward, and I felt his massive, bulbous cockhead ricochet off my ass. I reached back and grabbed it and lowered him down until he was on target. Without any thought, he lunged forward, and I grunted as I felt him split me in two. His dickhead, half as wide as my hips, popped in, followed by a good foot of shaft as he powered into me. Good thing WereQueers can take anything up their ass without damage! I felt him shove more and more shaft into me, loosing his cock-cherry to my hole (his anal cherry would come later that night). Soon 3 of his 4 feet of dick were in me and I started encouraging him to fuck me. “C'mon Son, plough your dad with that monster dick! Fuck me like you fuck Rick!” Nothing so intelligible was coming from his mouth, only incoherent groans and shouts of lust. He power-fucked my gaping hole, taking foot long thrusts, and I could feel his head carve a path through my guts; however, something don't change even when you're a WereQueer, and one of those things is that 18 year-olds cum very quickly. I felt his dick get even harder, like a rod of hot steel, the head swell, filling my guts even more, then he screamed and I felt the first burst of sperm fill me. For a solid minute his first jet blasted into me, then a second jet, as large as the first. As deep as my ass is, there was too much cum even for it. On the 3rd blast, his juice sprayed back at him, coating his nuts and groin, as did the next dozen shots. By the time he was done, him, my back and legs, and the floor, not to mention his the entire front of his body, were dripping with 18 year-old cum. I too had cum, from feeling my son's 48 inch penis cum inside me, the cum arching out from my dick some splashing on my face, the rest shooting down the hall, 8, 10, 12 feet until it splashed against my bedroom door. The length from us to my bedroom was also soaked in cum. He pulled out from me, slowing shrinking down to limpness, only 3 feet dangling over his enormous nuts. Mine too had subsided, but I knew it wouldn't last long. “Dad?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, “What the hell is going on! I mean, there I was standing in my room, suddenly my dick swelled so much it busted my pants, I come out here, and you're naked and I just fucked you!!” His voice rose as he spoke, climbing towards a panic. I hurried to explain before he either got hard again and had to cum before thinking properly, or he got himself into a good panic! “Son, Son, Son!” I said, eventually having to shout to be heard over him. “Everything is perfectly O.K., you're just a WereQueer.” That stopped him in his tracks. “WereQueer?” he asked, “What the Hell is that?” “It's just like a Werewolf,” I explained, “only, well, different.” “Yeah, I can see that,” he replied wryly. I smiled. If he could start to joke about it, then he was starting to calm down. I invited him into my bedroom to explain further. I explained how we'd been around for a long time, and that every full moon, his cock and lust would grow to immense proportions. By the time I got that out, his cock was growing again, blood flowed to it as he got hard, and soon his pecker was sticking straight up, past his head, spitting precum over both of us. I pushed him down rolled him over so he was lying on his dick, the head well past his own head, wetting my bed. Before he could say anything, I got behind him and put my dickhead against his ass. My cock was almost as wide as his teen hips, and I could hardly wait to take his boyhole. Tommy was writhing on top of his cock, the head sticking out past his own head, pissing precum onto my pillows. His mouth and both hands were moving over as much cock as he could. My own 4-foot meat was causing a river to run down his crack, pooling in the incredible mass of his nut sack. I let my weight fall down on him, and his hole started to open. He was screaming in ecastcy, and I was doing the same! Ever since my son had been born I had been thinking about his day—the day my son became a full WereQueer. The head shoved into him, and his hips and belly expanded to take the volleyball sized head. I shoved and grunted, and a foot of shaft slipped in. I was about halfway in and knew he probably couldn't take me, until he reared back on his knees and took another foot into himself in one thrust. His mighty young dick exploded! I could feel his monster-nuts draw up against mine, and his ass clenched, and I watched as his enormous cockhead opened, and his 2nd WereQueer load sprayed out. Since he was almost at the headrest of my bed, it splashed against it, spraying back and over us. As the first hot splashes of my son's cum landed on me, I began to unload myself into him. I lay on top of him, 3 feet of dick buried in his guts, my cum pissing out in a steady fountain. I knew how I came. For 5 solid minutes I shot cum like a hose…no blasts, just a steady stream that shot out a good 10, 15 feet, or would have if it wasn't spraying into my son's boy hole, filling it up and spraying out of his full hole. Then the stream started to subside, and after 10 total minutes, I was done. My son had come again, and my room was ankle deep in man-juice. We spent the rest of the night fucking, sucking and playing with our enormous dicks. He sat on me, his dick between us, the 2 of us working it over, all sorts of stuff! All the fun you can have with 2 four-foot dicks, nut sacks that are as big as Glad trash bags, and loads that are properly measured in gallons (and lots of them!) Now, let me tell you how WereQueer is supposed to work. The gene hits, your cock grows to immense proportions, and the next morning you no longer have 4 feet of dick (4 feet is average for a WereQueer. The King of the WereQueers had an 8 foot dick during the full moon, and a 4 footer, normally!), but you do have at least a foot or so! Then over the next few years as you finish puberty; you grow, the average being 2 footer, with it doubling during the Full Moon. That's what mine did. Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, next to my son, and he was sporting something bigger than mine! He was lying there, asleep. Arching over his thigh was 30 inches, 2 1/2 feet, of limp dick, with nuts that had barely shrunk from the night before. As I watched, his penis began to grow, and soon 3 1/2 feet of super-teen pecker stood up along his chest, the head dripping precum into his face. I knew soon he'd wake up from that, and from the way he was hard, I knew he'd wake up needing to cum. He started to wake due to the precum dripping into his face, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was his Daddy bent over, his own rock-hard 2-footer throbbing, nuts drawn up. My boy, overcome with lust, didn't even think. He just ran over and rammed his super-cock home. I screamed as his monster-dong split me open, and continued as he pumped me for several hours, cumming every few minutes, filling my ass to overflowing, until the floor was ankle-deep in our splooge, both his and mine. As we came down from our father/son orgy, and my own dick got to spend some time in my son's ass, I started to wonder…the WereQueer hierarchy is decided by the biggest dick. I've fucked around with the King of the WereQueers, and talked to him, and his dick wasn't as big as my son's when he first transformed. Could my son be the next king? If his cock growth continued, he sure would be!
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Remember the duo, the Father and Son, both Gay? [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/3273-conflicted-poz-father-breeds-his-son/ Last summer the Kid instant-messaged me that he'd been POZZED. After mumbling a few sympathetic expletives, I asked if he'd yet told his Dad. "No." I suggested he do so immediately. If he wanted, I'd drop by to smooth things over. He replied he was glad to have such a good friend, since many Gays, once they've fucked your Ass and sucked your Cum, want nothing more to do with you. "That's just not me," I lied through my teeth. I'd already screwed him several times, hoping to impregnate him. The only reason I bothered with the two of them was their unique relationship. To give himself time to spill the beans, he invited me over for lunch. When I got there, the atmosphere was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. His Dad had confessed he, too, was POZ. Daddy vowed to help Sonny get the best Meds their insurance would buy. The Kid seemed relieved, but still hadn't figured out it was good old Dad who'd bugged his Ass. While Dad was outside messin' with the grill, I was inside stirrin' up the pot. "Was Daddy POZ the last time he fucked you?" Suddenly it dawned on him. "Ohmygawd, it was Dad who POZZED me!" he spouted just as Dad came through the door. All this Oedipus stuff was gettin' to me. To lighten up a bit, I started rubbing Daddy's crotch. When we were both rock hard, I went down on him, pushing Junior down on mine. Things got hotter; and, to a chorus of a dozen "Oh, Yeah’s!” we stripped and tossed our garments helter-skelter. As I finger-fucked their red hot Asses, Daddy knelt to suck his Boy. I urged Junior to reciprocate. My reconciliation strategy was to get Sonny so aroused that any lingering resentment toward his Dad would be overcum by Liquid Lust. "Yeah, Junior, suck Daddy's Cock! Wisht I hadda Kid would wrap his lips around my Dick." While leaning over Junior to kiss Dad, I repeatedly brushed my Butthole over the Kid's hard Rod, and whispered in his ear, "I'd love for you to breed me, Baby, now that you got that special Gift to share." My brazen solicitation, coupled with the proximity of my Mancunt to the Faggot's Pole, got his attention real fast. He had the same conflicted look that Daddy had the night he POZZED his Son. Lacking an affirmative response, I set my sights on Good Old Dad. After breeding his own Kid, I figured I'd be child's play. I figured right. The next thing I knew he was poundin' his cigar-shaped Dick past my tight Ass Lips. Since I'd been toppin' the last few years, I figured it was gonna sting a bit. I leaned over, kissing Junior, and whispered in his ear, "Like watchin' Daddy fuck my Ass? You into sharin' the family jewels, too?" The Kid let it all hang out. It was kinda hard to conceal his Lust, since he had a raging eight-inch Boner. He was getting all horned up just watching Dad and me. The O.M. started panting and picked up the pace, relishing the silky feel of my slimey Ass Juices on his Shaft. "Yeah Daddy. Fuck my Ass! POZ my Butt!" He hollered and spasmed for the next five minutes. Junior was agog. As Dad collapsed back on the couch, I climbed atop the Youth. "Wanna finish the job your Daddy started? I want YOUR Load!" I pushed him back against a pillow and lowered my cum-drenched Mancunt on his Tool. "Feel Daddy's Seed in me?" With Daddy wrenching the Boy's Nips, the Kid gyrated frantically as I rode his cum-slimed Rod. "YEAH, KIDDO! GIMME A LOAD OF TOXIC JIZM. I NEED IT BAD!" I knew he couldn't hold off for long—fucking my tight Pussy already overflowing with Daddy's Spooge. I worked my Ass up and down his Candle Stick. It was too much for the little Faggot. At the same time he erupted inside me, I shot my Load all over my chest. Daddy licked it off and shared it with his Son in a long, deep, lingering kiss. Their reconciliation was complete. I thanked them both for breeding me and told them I'd get back to them. Dad gave me the biggest hug. "Welcome to family, Son." The Kid winked we'd get together soon. Wrong! I marked it on my calendar. Three months to the day I emailed them and misled them into believing I'd just tested POZ. At least there's one family in America knows what Family Values really mean.
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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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Before I tell you how I got pozzed, a little background is in order. I grew up without my father, and when I met my best friend in high school, his Dad somewhat adopted me as a son. Naturally we were both gay but, for some reason, my buddy Zach was pretty timid about trying anal sex. I knew he really wanted it but I couldn't get him over the edge. Then one weekend around the end of our senior year, not long after we turned 18, Zach's Daddy caught the two of us 69ing. Well, it turn out Dad was also gay, and he could recognize a couple of born pussy bottom boys when he saw them, so Dad became the one to pop both our cherries, explaining that it was the job of a boy's ass to take man cock, and that a good pussy boy always took it raw. Zach was more than a little scared his first time, actually crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy knew what was best for his sons and firmly shoved his cock inside Zach, after which Zach's ass loosened up a bit and his inner pussy boy came out. By the time Daddy was done with us we both loved having his cock inside us and we had both been converted into proper raw bottom pussy boys. After this we were banned from wearing clothes in the house and ordered to keep our holes ready for Daddy to fuck at all times. Daddy knew that two horny pussy boys like us needed a regular dose of man spunk up our holes and encouraged us to seek out other men to provide it. In addition, Daddy argued we had a duty to offer our bodies for the pleasure of other men. Both Zach and I bought his argument, after all what else is a pussy boy for do? The only problem was the issue of HIV. After all those health classes warning about always using condoms, etc., Zach especially was reluctant to take any cock that came his way - even if it was what we both really wanted to do. Then I discovered the whole bug chasing scene and found that getting pozzed was becoming more and more exciting to me. I also rationalized that once I was pozzed (or at least willing to get pozzed) I could fully release my inner pussy boy and take as much man cock in my ass as I could find. Several months after Daddy broke us in he got sick for a week or so and stopped fucking us. Zach really missed his Daddy's big nine inch fuck tool and the intimacy that came from getting fucked by his father. We really wondered what was going on when, after recovering from the flu, Daddy did not resume fucking us. Knowing Daddy liked taking raw cock I started wondering if he'd been pozzed. So one day when Daddy and I were alone, I screwed up my courage and asked him and he answered that yeah, sure enough, he had gotten pozzed after a night at the baths. I told Daddy my thoughts of being pozzed and how I thought it would liberate Zach and me in our quest to be full blown pussy boys. In addition I argued if Zach and I did as Daddy had taught us and only took raw cock, we'd likely get it eventually anyway. Daddy told me that he knew we hadn't been getting fucked as much as two hot little bottoms should be and that he was thinking the thing to do was poz us himself. I knew Daddy would figure out what was best for us so I just waited for him to tell us. About a week later on a Friday night Daddy came into our room his cock hard which always meant one or both of us was getting fucked. Knowing Daddy's dark secret my cock instantly sprang to life. Daddy sat us down and explained how he'd been pozzed and how he knew our fear of AIDS was keeping us from being proper pussy boys. He told us he'd decided to poz both of us. Just like the first time Daddy had fucked him, Zach was terrified. He knew, of course, that he had to submit, but as Daddy mounted him Zach was crying and begging Daddy not to fuck him. I remember watching, my cock as hard as steel, as Daddy's poz fuck tool slid inside his son's boy pussy. Zach moaned with pleasure but still apparently still conflicted about what Daddy was doing, because he sporadically begged his Daddy not to poz him. As Daddy worked his cock in and out of Zach's hole, making sure it was ready to receive his charged load, Zach apparently recognized that what Daddy was doing was truly setting him free to be a proper pussy boy, and that all he really wanted in life was to accommodate a lot of raw cock in his skinny twink ass. As that happened he starting begging Daddy for his load of poz cum and, knowing his son was ready Daddy moaned and fired his load of poz spunk deep inside Zach. Watching it happen I couldn't control myself and spunked all over my chest at the same time Zach's cock fired what would probably be its last ever neg load. After he came Daddy continued to pump Zach's ass a bit, working his poz load into him. He then pulled out and slid a but plug up inside Zach to make sure nothing leaked out. Then it was my turn and suddenly I found that thinking about getting pozzed and watching someone else get pozzed was different from getting it yourself. As Daddy mounted me I lay there on my back legs spread eagle, my boy pussy exposed. Daddy could see the fear in my eyes and doubtless knew I might try to chicken out so he pinned me firmly to the bed. As he went to enter me I was trying to think of how to stop him. "No, Daddy wait - wait - no - please - wait" I whimpered as Daddy's poz fuck tool entered my hole. I tried to clamp down but Daddy was having none of it and quickly forced his cock deep in my ass and began fucking me. "Ohhh God uuhhh uhhh no wait no uhhhh uhhh" I moaned as the pleasure of Daddy's cock hit me. My whole body was quivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, excitement and pleasure. But so the fear subsided as I gave myself into Daddy's loving embrace. My cock, which had gone soft from the fear, soon swelled and grew rock hard with excitement. Daddy's poison rod was fucking my boy ass and soon Zach and I would be full brothers, both having been pozzed up by Daddy. I looked over and saw Zach frantically jacking his cock. I was happy to see he found watching me get pozzed as exciting as I'd found him getting it. As Daddy neared climax the fear returned. I don't know if you can imagine but every fiber of my being was screaming at me to escape and at the same time WANTING Daddy's charged load inside me. My body was quivering, shaking, my cock an absolute shaft of steel as my hands alternately tried to push Daddy away and pull him in deeper. Daddy drove his nine inch poz fuck tool extra deep as he deposited his poz cum inside me. His thrust pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to fire a huge load cum all on its own without my having touched it. Just as he had with Zach, Daddy fucked his poz load into my ass and then plugged it up. We spend that weekend taking several more poz loads from Daddy, both of us loving every minute of it. And sure enough about a several weeks later we both came down with the fuck flu, and in due course, like Daddy, went on meds. Free of worry, we now are taking a TON of cock, each of us usually getting at least one anonymous load a day. And then there was the night we took neighboring stalls at a certain park restroom but that's a story for another day.
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Introduction Normally I write gay erotica but I wanted to try my hand at straight sex erotica to expand my horizons. Chapter 1: Stay Away Growing up I was always told to stay away from one of my cousins. Never understood why though. When I was 18 or 19 I would visit her at work and chat for a little bit. Before leaving I always gave her a kiss on her forehead. A couple of years later I got married and so did she and we lost touch with each other. Fast forward several years and I ran into her and her husband at Walmart with their kids. We chatted briefly but for some reason my wife at the time got pissed off. Several more years go by and while having dinner with friends my cousin is our server. She rubbed my back while chatting with us and all I wanted to do was fuck her right then and there. Not long after my wife asked for a divorce. Well a couple of nights after that my cousin was staying with my mom so after I got off work I went over there to visit her since my mom's place was a 10 second walk from my front door. Tina, my cousin, opened the door and we went in her room and chatted for a bit. Now Tina is sassy which I love. Well on this particular night for some reason she decided she thought she was a badass after leaving taekwondo class. She takes her stance and before I knew it we were kissing. Her kiss had me rock hard. We looked into each other's eyes and we both knew what we wanted. We got undressed and started eating her out. She had to be quiet as not to wake my mom. Once she was ready I slid my cock into my cousins pussy. I didn't fuck her but rather I made love to her. She was the greatest woman I had ever made love to. I brought her to orgasm which shocked her because no other man ever had. It wasn't long until I started coming deep inside my cousins pussy. We laid there for a few minutes not really saying much. We finally got up and got dressed so I could head home where my soon to be ex wife was waiting. Stay tuned for the continuing saga.
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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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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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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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The glare of the midday sun temporarily blinded Uncle Cliff as he emerged from his cave rendezvous. He stopped briefly to allow himself time to adjust to its brightness, before surveying the shoreline for his nephew. As expected, he saw Trey was in the same spot as when he left him. But much to his surprise, he noticed that he was not alone; the two hunks they had seen on their way down the beach had joined him. Even more surprising, to the best he could tell with his compromised eyesight, was that his nephew was as naked as the two hunks sitting side-by-side next to him. “Well, well, “he muttered to himself. The boy is coming out of that shell at last! Can’t wait to see how this shakes out.” Uncle Cliff crouched down behind a small rock formation that gave him ample view of the beauty of the Mediterranean and the sinews of his nephew’s back. He felt a stirring in his groin as he watched the scene unfold before him. ********** “Wow, the sun certainly is hot, “Trey sputtered as he felt the sweat trickle down his chest between his thick pecs. The world had taken on a kind of swirling haze, as Sebastian had brought out a small pipe with a crystal-like substance inside it. Not wanting to appear a total novice, Trey had watched both Sebastian and Cyril take large hits from the pipe, holding the smoke in for a few seconds and then exhaling it into the air in a large puff of smoke. When it was offered to him, he hesitated for a second, but the looks from his new companions overruled any hesitation he could come up with. So, when it was offered to him, he followed the example the two studs had set, and took a large hit. And another…and another…and one more. Cyril and Sebastian looked at each other with a wry grin, and then showed Trey how a shotgun worked. First Cyril lit the pipe, and the pipe’s chamber filled with the white smoke. It swirled about as he inhaled deeper than he had before. He then took Sebastian by the back of his neck, placed his lips against his own, and gently exhaled into the hunks mouth. He eagerly took the smoke deep and held it a bit as Cyril pulled away. He looked dreamily into Cyril’s eyes, then glanced over at Trey. Trey was watching with rapt attention, wondering what was next. He did not wait long, as Sebastian began to exhale the smoke in Trey’s direction; never breaking eye contact. When all the smoke was expelled, he gave Trey a small wink, and then gestured at the pipe, then to Trey, asking with his eyes if he would like to try. Trey could only nod…mesmerized by the stud. Sebastian sparked the lighter once again and held it under the bowl. He twisted the pipe slightly back and forth, until the chamber was again filled with enough of the smoke. He then leaned towards Trey, who eagerly leaned in to accept his gift. Their lips touched, and Sebastian gently placed his hand behind Trey’s neck…pulling him even closer into their lip lock. He gently parted Trey’s lips with his warm, moist tongue and slowly exhaled the smoke into his waiting mouth. Trey could not help the moan that escaped his lips as Sebastian stuck his tongue into his mouth as the last of the smoke was exhaled. Trey had closed his eyes, and even as Sebastian pulled away, his eyes remained closed. When he was at last able to open his eyes, he saw that Cyril could not contain his excitement at the scene he had just witnessed and was slowly stroking his uncut cock. Sebastian too had begun to tug on his fast-growing dick, and much to Trey’s surprise, his own cock had sprung to full attention. He lazily began to tug at the head of his cock…enjoying the lust-filled haze that was closing in on him. Sebastian passed the pipe to him without words, and as he took it, Cyril told him to hold on for a second. “This time, when you exhale into my mouth, do so as completely as you can. I will then exhale it back to you in the same way. We will pass it back and forth like this until one of us cannot endure any longer. Sound good?” Trey eagerly nodded his affirmation and lit the pipe. He waited until there was a good amount of smoke billowing around the bowl, and then did a deep exhale. He then inhaled as deeply as he could and leaned into Cyril’s waiting mouth. Cyril grabbed each side of his face and locked it to his own lips, Trey then let go of the smoke in a slow yet deliberate exhale. Once he felt his lungs were empty, he waited for Cyril to exhale it back. He did not wait long, as Cyril began to exhale, he slid his tongue into Trey’s mouth. The feeling was electric to Trey, and as he passed the smoke back to Cyril, he felt a damp warmth envelope his swollen cock. Sebastian, unable to sit idly by and watch the scene before him, had leaned in and swallowed Trey’s cock to the base. Trey and Cyril passed the smoke back and forth a few more times, until Cyril had to break from the lock. He took a few gasping breaths, as his glassy eyes gave Trey a leering look. This time it was Trey who pulled Cyril’s face toward him and stuffed his hungry tongue into his mouth. Cyril let out the moan this time, as his hands began to roam all over Trey’s lean muscled body. He paid special attention to his nipples. The sensation was a new one to Trey, one that he enjoyed immensely. The more Cyril tugged and twisted as the eraser like nips, caused Trey to moan even more. As if on cue, the trio broke from their respective positions, and made a switch. This time, it was Cyril who fell open mouthed onto Trey’s spit-slick cock, as Sebastian held the pipe to his lips, took a long drag of smoke, and launched it into Trey with gale force. His approach was a bit more aggressive than Cyril’s, but Trey was awash in a feeling of pure, unadulterated lust. Cyril sucked on Trey’s cock as if it held the last oxygen on Earth in his ball sac. He could hear the gentle moaning coming from Sebastian, as he and Trey passed the smoke back and forth. Once again, Trey outlasted his challenger, as Sebastian broke their kiss with the same glassy expression Cyril had. He gave Trey a grin, and then dropped his head to Cyril’s crotch and began to suck on his cock with earnest. Trey’s head had fallen back, as he sat braced by his long arms locked in place. The feelings that whirled about in his mind were nothing short of scandalous; and he was loving it. The smoke had unlocked something inside him, something he had unlocked and let wash over him in that moment. As he looked down at the handsome stud Cyril swabbing his hard prick, and the equally handsome Sebastian doing the same to Cyril. Trey suddenly felt guilty that he was not doing more. He relaxed his stiffened arms, and dropped to the towel, leaning slightly to his right. He reached out and took Sebastian’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it. Sebastian eagerly scooted himself closer toward Trey, and Trey rewarded him by giving the exposed head of his cock a quick lick. A moan came from deep inside Sebastian, as he began to gently buck his hips, urging Trey to go further. Trey did, as he leaned closer and swallowed the lock thick slab of Sebastian’s as deep into his throat as he could go. Even he was surprised at how much of his cock would fit into his throat. “All that time at the glory hole in the library bathroom at school is finally paying off, “he thought to himself. Not to get sidetracked, he held on to the base of Sebastian’s hard cock, gently stroking up and down on the shaft as his warm tongue and lips teased the head. It was a moment that Trey had not even himself known he had hoped for, yet here he was, living it first had. His unconscious fantasy had come to life. *** Uncle Cliff crouched behind the rocks, completely shocked by the scene unfolding in front of him. To say it was hot would be a real understatement. It was like a porn film come to life. Three sexy young men, enjoying what only men can do for each other, in this insanely beautiful and natural setting. Their activities had not gone unnoticed by other around them on the beach, and while some had moved closer to better their view, Uncle Cliff was surprised how all had kept a respectable distance away. But he really could not blame them; the scene he was witnessing between his nephew and the sexy strangers was undeniably hot. Uncle Cliff couldn’t help but grab a handful of his swollen cock. Even though he had recently cum with his secret lover in the cave, he once again found his dick dripping with precum, which he used as lube to slick up the shaft. He knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge once again, but he wanted it to last as long as possible. He turned his attention back to Trey and his compatriots… ***** The Gordian knot tied by Trey, Cyril, and Sebastian was reaching its inevitable climax…literally. First, Cyril let out a guttural moan from deep within, shooting a massive load into Sebastian’s mouth. So much cum in fact, that it had begun to seep from the corners of Sebastian’s full mouth, yet he didn’t stop until he was sure he had drained every drop from his lover’s cock. Next, Sebastian shot off into Trey’s mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot spooge directly down Trey’s throat. The first blast was a surprise; Sebastian never uttered a sound. He just seemed to tense up, and the fire his barrage directly into Trey’s gullet. The taste was like ambrosia, and Trey too made sure each and every drop of Sebastian’s essence was swallowed. At last, it was Trey’s turn to blow. Cyril worked vigorously on his swollen cock, and Trey felt himself edge closer and closer to exploding. Sebastian, recovered from his own explosive climax, sensed Trey’s need for a slight push…and Sebastian moved over to offer his assistance. He began by tickling the tip of his nips with the end of his tongue/ The sensation caused a shudder to rack Trey’s body; every muscle seemed to tense up in anticipation of the climax to come. From one nip to the other, Sebastian’s tongue caused Trey to cry out loud in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck dudes, you are killing me! Please…don’t stop. Don’t ever stop…” Sebastian smiled up at Trey and inched himself closer to his open lips. He slowly slipped his tongue between Trey’s lips and gave him a kiss that could only be described as rapturous. Trey’s body began to quiver, and he could sense the end was near. Sebastian quickly pulled his tongue from Trey’s mouth and headed south to his crotch to help Cyril’s last stand. While Cyril polished Trey’s sensitive head, Sebastian licked his shaft. Never had Trey experienced such a sensation. Two hot mouths and tongues languishing over his cock was just what he needed to send him over the cliff to nirvana. The first rope of his seed shot straight up into the air, landing with a splash on the face if Cyril as he teased the sensitive “bow” on the underside where the head of his cock joined the shaft. Cyril quickly moved up to Trey’s slit just in time to receive the next four shots of Trey’s personal elixir. Not one to be greedy, he grabbed Sebastian by his head and pulled him close as the sixth and seventh shots spewed forth. Sebastian locked his lips onto the sensitive head of Trey’s still shooting cock. He then pulled Cyril close, so both were on their own side of Trey’s swollen member, when shots eight, nine, and ten came gushing out like a geyser. The cum shots coated both faces clamped to Trey’s cock, so much so it appeared the two had been in some vanilla pudding battle. Trey slowly came back to Earth, as the two reluctantly pulled themselves away from his still hard schlong. They licked the cum their own faces as best they could, then turned to each other. Each cleaned the cum spots from each other faces, then moved together to swap the taste of their bounty with each other. Trey at last was able to open his eyes and could only smile at the two. They then turned their clean up efforts to Trey, and began to lick their way up his body, licking at any drops of cum that had fallen on his heaving stomach and chest. Trey just laid back and let them clean him off. They had earned it, and he was more than grateful. When they reached Trey’s face the trio shared a 3-way kiss; a first for Trey but he hoped not his last. When satisfied, the two collapsed on either side of Trey’s satiated body…completely spent. ***** Uncle Cliff was unable to look away from the scene. He knew it was wrong, after all this was his nephew, the son of his beloved sister. Yet the beauty of the trio of young. Beautiful men expressing themselves in such a beautiful natural setting seemed to overrule all that. He found himself stroking his own fact dick with earnest. Soon he felt thew beginning of his own climax rush over him. Heat began to emanate from his swollen cock throughout his body. He tensed, holding tight to the base of his cock trying to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use. A huge glob of his semen blasted from the swollen head of his cock, landing on the rocks he crouched behind. A few more shots, and it was over, leaving Uncle Cliff sweating and spent. With his composure returning, Uncle Cliff thought it best to take the long way around to get back to where he and Trey had set up for the day. He swept around the rocks he had been crouching behind and made his way into the blue waters. The warm waves lapped against him as he rinsed off the evidence of his two cum expulsions. He smiled as he glanced over and saw his nephew frolicking in the surf with his two new friends. Trey and his friends laughed and groped at each other, using the warm waters to rinse themselves off as well. He was beyond happy that Trey had enjoyed himself while he was trysting in the cave. So as not to embarrass him, Uncle Cliff made his way back up to the rocks he had been hiding behind. He used his towel to dry off a bit before making his way down to Trey’s spot. He hoped his nephew would be willing to share some of the more saucy details he might have missed of the encounter. But he was not holding his breath. *** The sexy trio had made their way into the water for a rinse. It was only then that Trey realize there had been an audience for their tryst. He was surprised that he felt no remorse over being watched, quite the opposite. He felt emboldened by the experience and wondered if there was time to find anyone else to play with. Trey seemed surprised by his own thoughts; he wondered if it was the duo he was splashing with in the surf or was it the smoke he had shared with Cyril and Sebastian. Either way, he felt he had opened a door into a side of himself that he had closed off. After what Trey considered a thorough job, he made his way out of the water onto the beach, and back towards his and Uncle Cliff’s chosen spot. As he approached, he noticed Uncle Cliff had returned, and was seated on his towel watching the shoreline, a wan smile on his handsome face. “Hi Trey, “Uncle Cliff said as he got close. Following behind were Cyril and Sebastian, to whom Uncle Cliff was soon introduced. Uncle Cliff sat quietly as he watched the trio dry themselves off, and then assist each other. Something about his nephew seemed changed; his mood seemed lighter, and his demeanor was positively playful. He liked seeing Trey like this, but he also had to admit he liked watching the cocks of Trey’s two companions bounce and sway. Unfortunately, the show was short lived, as Cyril and Sebastian had to go. They each gave a kiss goodbye to Trey, and wandered up the beach until they reached the trail to the street above. “I hope they remember to get dressed before they get up to the street,” Uncle Cliff said with a grin. “Those two could cause a major traffic pile up if they aren’t careful.” Trey smiled back at his uncle. “You don’t know the half of it Uncle Cliff, “Trey said as he lay down on his belly on the sand, still as naked as before. Uncle cliff just smiled…keeping what he did know to himself. Should he tell Trey? Only time would tell…
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Following on from my previous Dads Secret my shock, my grandad, dad and uncle and cousin now all live together in one big house, off course we all leave our loads in each other, except for grandpa, he never takes a fucking load, closest I got was rimming his hairy arse when he was drunk., but hey ho, I loved my life with my family and knowing my uncle Paul was coming to stay a while as part of his probation, he had been in Prison for the past 10 years. He was Mom's youngest brother and was her favourite before she passed. He had twin boys Callum and Jake, guess they maybe a couple of years younger. He got on well with my Dad and uncle Will over the years too. Anyway he got married to a girl from another town and his job took him away from our little town, so I had hardly seen him since he was in prison, sometimes Callum and Jake would stay with their Grandad who was a widower and my other Grandad who went away with my grandaddy and Robbie on fishing weekends with other singles family parents at a retreat, my gandaddy always said it wss a special bonding place. Then I heard that he was divorced and that his wife had left him. I couldn't believe it at first since I could not believe anyone would not like my uncle ,Then the great news came. He was coming home from prison which meant he would be staying with us for a while. It certainly was great news, but it also worried me a little. Jake and Callum had naturally grown a lot and at eighteen stood six feet tall. Both had black hair and eyes, wide shoulders, a well-developed chest and abdomen, and very strong legs from a regular work outs My fantasies were of them - strong muscular men, men with hairy legs and thick, juicy cocks. I wasn't sure if they played with Grandaddy ot their grandpa?? My Uncle Paul was a hunk. He stood six-feet-one, with black hair and eyes also and what a body. I had never seen him naked, but I knew that he was quite muscular from our rough-housing games when i was younger. Dad mentioned uncle Paul would be sleeping with me. We did not have an extra room, and I had a double bed so this was the only place for him. DAD REMINDED ME OF THE FAMILY SECRET.but I thought of him sleeping next to me naked and taking me in his arms. That was enough to get my dick hard and wet with pre-cum. (I'm a heavy leaker) A few weeks before his arrival, I decided to cool it and not masturbate till he came, so I would be able to control myself with him around. Of course, I seemed to have a continual hard-on, and my underwear was always sticky with all the precum I leaked during those days. Dad uncle Will and grandaddy was still using my arse and mouth daily, all reminded me to be careful around Uncle Paul as he was ex policeman and positivly straight. The great day finally came and the next thing I knew I was being smothered to death by my uncle in a big bear hug. He was sexy with a white tee shirt showing off his muscles and a pair of very faded jeans which showed off his strong legs. As I looked him over I began to drool at the sight of his crotch which was to say the least, well-packed. "Well, haven't you become the sight?" Paul said. "it's great to see you too, Uncle," was all I could say. I was pleased that he had noticed all the changes in me. He brought his stuff to my room, and we talked as he unpacked his things. "It's sure great to be back, Steve. I think I'll take a shower." At that he pulled of his shirt. I hoped my mouth hadn't fallen open. Here was the guy of my dreams undressing in front of me. And what a body... his chest was chiseled with muscles with very large pecs and two dark and oversized nipples which were standing erect right now. His abs were tight and his chest was covered with a light layer of dark hair which made him even sexier. He then pulled off his pants. He wore white Jockey briefs, and I almost couldn't keep my eyes off his pouch. His legs were hairy and, like the rest of him, strong. He then pulled off his briefs to reveal a long circumcised dick with an overabundance of crotch hair and two large balls hanging very low in their sac. This was one hell of a man, and my cock wouldn't help but start to react. This was going to be harder than I thought. He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower. "Why don't you come and sit by the shower, so we can keep talking? he asked My knees were trembling, but I finally made it to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and we talked about everything. I, of course, kept watching him as he lathered up his chest and then his groin. His cock seemed to get a bit bigger as he washed it, and I wondered if we were evenly matched when erect. I handed him the towel when he was finished, and after drying off he pulled on a pair of clean briefs - packing his crotch in the pouch. Then he pulled on his jeans and another tee shirt. By then I was all wet as my cock had leaked tons of pre-cum. We went around town and he said hello to his old friends and looked around to see if there had been any changes. Dad and Uncle Will hugged him and chatted too, We never talked about his ex-wife, and I figured it was better not to ask. After supper, he told my Dad that Jake and Callum with their grandad at the retreat, Dad also confirmed his Dad my Grandaddy was also their with Robbie Bedtime finally came, I was undressing as Paul came into the room. As he saw me standing there with only my white briefs and socks on he let out a whistle. "Well, nephew, you really have grown. You're turning out to be quite a man, and I can see you've been training." "Thanks, uncle Paul, I have to admit you've got quite a build for an old timer." "Old timer eh! We'll have to see about that." He said as he pulled off his shirt. That's when he jumped me, and we fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, laughing and grunting as we tested our strength. But I soon learned that I wasn't quite ready to beat him. He had me pinned to the bed and was sitting on me. I could feel his heat and my crotch started to react while it was crushed under his. Being afraid that he would see my hardon I gave up, and as he let go I jumped up and headed to the shower. But before I closed the door, I felt I noticed his gaze in the direction of my crotch, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes that had not been there before. This troubled me as I thought he had guessed my feelings and was angry. After the shower, he said nothing about the incident, and we got ready for bed. I always sleep in the nude, but with uncle Paul in the room I kept on my briefs and hopped into my side. Paul pulled off his pants and jumped in also, and after talking for awhile he slowly fell off to sleep. I, on the other hand, was having a very difficult time, as my cock was hard and hurting and seeking release. I tried every trick I knew to get it down, but lying next to this hot man was difficult. He moved around once and his leg brushed across mine. Our bodies touched and I thought I would come right then, but he turned the other way. I finally managed to fall asleep, but my dreams were wild and erotic, so I had a very restless night. The next day was extremely hot and humid, and we decided to go swimming. I took Paul to the swimming hole that we used to go to when I was young. It was a quiet place, and we were the only ones there. I was wearing my blue speedos, and he had on a pair of red ones. We jumped into the cool water and swam around. Pretty soon we got into a splashing game and started wrestling around in the water. My head was reeling. Now I could feel the softness of his crotch as it rubbed against mine. Our swimsuit material was very thin. At one point he gave me a bear hug and I reciprocated. Our crotches were solidly rubbing together. I felt my cock start to grow, but there was another great feeling too. I suddenly realized that it was the feeling of his cock against mine as his had grown also. He looked at me with what seemed to be surprise and then let me go as we swam around laughing. I was trying to catch my breath and calm down, but that feeling of our two cocks together kept coming into my head. Finally I was calm enough so I could get out of the water without a full erection. My suit was strectched though, and I guess it was easy to see that I was slightly excited. I noticed that when uncle Paul got out he was in the same predicament, but I put it down to the friction during the wrestling. After all he wasn't attracted to men.... When the day was over and we were getting ready for bed it still was very hot and the humidity made it very uncomfortable. As we undressed uncle Paul said, "Listen, kid, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, but I'm used to sleeping naked, and in this heat I would rather take everything off it that doesn't bother you." "I'm glad you mentioned it. I usually sleep in the nude too, so go right ahead, that is if you don't mind if I do the same?" "No problem" he said as he pulled off his briefs. His cock was semi-erect, and it was beautiful as it hung there between his legs. I noticed that its head was all wet, probably from the heat. I knew that my cockhead was too, but from precum that kept on leaking ever since our wrestling that afternoon. So I pulled off my briefs and let the warm air caress my cock, as it stood slightly out of its resting place. I noticed he looked over as we got into bed and lay above the covers. It was too hot to even put on a sheet. We lay on our backs and talked for awhile, and then he fell silent. I thought he had fallen asleep since I could hear that his breathing had become deeper. I lay there and started thinking about our rubbing together that afternoon. I tried to think about other things, but to no avail. My cock started to react once again. It slowly lifted and stretched and throbbed with my rapidly increasing heartbeat. Pretty soon, it was rock hard, and a large bead of pre-cum leaked out of the slit. It stood straight up and when I made it jerk it would almost hit my belly and come back straight up again. "That's a hell of a cock" I thought I heard Uncle Paul say?? Dad came in the room in his tight briefs and told Uncle Paul and Me that Grandparents were back tomorrow, Callum would share in with my dads bed, Jake in Uncle Wills bed with him. No problem saud Uncle Paul, they are both good boys. I COULD NOT WAIT....
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CHAPTER 1 My wife had the great idea to go to a resort with her brother and his wife for a week over summer. We'd been happily married for 3 years & unhappily married for another year or so. She'd decided that a week away might spice things up. How that was meant to happen with her brother & his wife there was beyond me. Mike & myself were lounging by the pool while the girls were off doing some shopping. "Fuck man, I thought this was meant to help our relationship, she's nearly spent more time with your wife than me!" Mike said. "Tell me about it man, I've been so fucking horny and she's been nowhere to be found. She was talking about getting knocked up this trip and I've barely seen her.....Sorry man, I shouldn't be talking about fucking your sister" "Ha ha, it's cool. She used to tell me about all of the stuff she used to get up to so there's not too many surprises" "She didn't say anything about me did she?" "Just about how great your body is man, and I can tell seeing you in those speedos, she wasn't lying!" It must've been the alcohol talking as he started adjusting his cock as he said it, and I couldn't help but glance. "Shit, you've got me covered in the body department man" I replied. "and from the looks of things, in cock size too!" "Did you wanna check each other out?"Mike asked with a glint in his eye. "I dunno man, what about the girls? What about your sister?" "Well I sure as hell won't tel her so our secret's safe with me" "Alright then" I agreed and we walked off to my room. As I led the way I was thankful I was holding my towel and clothes in front of my growing cock. It felt like Mike was checking my ass out which I found exciting for some strange reason. I unlocked the door, we went into the room and I put my clothes and towel in the laundry basket. When I turned around I was shocked to see that Mike had already taken his speedos off and was already completely naked! His cock looked so massive even though he wasn't close to hard. "Damn man, how big is that?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off it. "Once it's fully hard? About 9 or 10 inches" as he started stroking his thickening cock. Even though I'd never felt anything like this before I couldn't help but think how sexy he looked. "Lemme see yours man" My 6-7 inch cock looked tiny compared to his monster as I removed my speedos. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of" he said as he walked towards me. "Just might need a little more encouragement" He grabbed my cock and it felt like an electric shock going through my body. "See it's responding already" As he'd made the first move I felt a little more comfortable reaching out and touching his. My hand wrapped round his long shaft. Mike started slowly jerking my cock and following his lead, I began to do the same. "Dam, you're so good at this Mike" I whispered. I looked up and our faces were so close together, I could feel his warm breath in my mouth. His tongue flicked out & without even thinking I sucked it into my mouth. Once again I reeled back in shock. "Oh god, sorry Mike. I don't know what came over me!" He laughed it off, "Hey no harm done man. I fit didn't feel so good I'd have been a lot more offended" "You liked it?" I asked with a combination of nerves and shock. "Fuck yeah, I'd like to do it properly if you were keen" He suggested with a grin as he moved closer to me. His hot breath on me caused me to lose control again and I brought my lips to his and we started to make out. I'd never even thought about being with a guy and here I was, kissing my wife's brother as though we'd been lovers for years! Our hands sought each others' cocks once more, not nervously this time but with animal lust. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on and going from the fee of Mike's cock, he was starting to feel the same! "Damn my sister's lucky, you're a hell of a kisser" Mike smiled to me as we made out, "You're much better at it than she is" I replied. My free hand roamed down his chest as we kissed and I stroked his cock. He felt so fucking good I wanted to kiss every square inch of him. I broke off our kiss and I started kissing his hairy chest, sucking and biting on his nipples as Mike groaned his approval. Before I knew it I'd reached his abs and I could feel his cock on the underside of my chin as I knelt in front of him. I looked up at him questioningly, "I'm not gonna say anything if you don't man but fuck if you want this half as much as I do go for it!" Mike said as if he read my mind. END OF CHAPTER 1
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Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."
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Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."
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In typical Hansen family tradition, Matt was carrying out his fatherly task of fucking his oldest son Matt Jr. JR, as he preferred was very aroused by his father's huge cock this particular morning. At first he was purring and then moaning and now he began to start barking and slowly fucking himself onto the cock that made him. He was so fucking horny and he knew dad's cock was the only cock that could make him cum from his cock and his cunt. Matt's mind was much more focused. Today is the day that JR's breeding must come to an end because his younger brother, Thom was just bragging about puberty and Matt knew his responsibility. Stealth breeding JR was actually a bit of fun and came quite naturally to the older perverted father. The worst situation was missing JR's talented and well shaped cunt. Sometimes more delicious that his wife's meatball dinner. Actually, always more delicious. As he began to unload, he started talking about everything but his cock sprayed hard against the p-spot as the head punched in and out of the second door which triggered the two orgasms that JR was grunting and calling to God for. He never heard the news. Matt sat down and, in between cunt lapping, he told his son he was poz. JR laughed and said that was not true. Matt told him that he was Full Blown for many years and not on meds. He told JR he knew how fertile his cum was. But dad, I'm on PreP...........................
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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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“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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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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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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Freeing Kenny My son Kenny turned 18 today, he came into the world when I was 15. His Mom left me when he was two because I came out to her. Since then Kenny has been my son and best friend. He came out to me when he was 13. I was never afraid to talk to him about sex, or have sex with him in the house. When he was 16 I came down with a bad case of the flu. Turns out it was the fuck flu, and I had converted. I talked to Kenny about. During our talk, he aired his fears of converting and why he hasn’t had any sex yet, not even jacking off with another guy. He also said in some ways he’d just like to convert, get it over with, so he could feel free to have sex anytime he wanted, he didn’t like the feel of a condom as he tried jacking off with one on a few times. We still talked off and on about this, so I knew even now he still has never had sex. During one such talk, he let slip if he were to lose his virginity he’d want to lose it to someone as good looking as me. I knew my son liked how I looked, as he openly looked at me whenever I was naked. With two guys alone in a house, we weren’t bashful. We see each other everyday naked, and many times hard. I’ve seen him so hard looking at me, he was even leaking precum like a faucet. At 33, I still had a 32 waist and 38 chest on my six foot frame. My chest was covered in short dense hair, with a good fuzzy ass in the rear. My uncut cock still would go hard at the drop of a hat, even on the meds. My son was just like his old man, just a little shorter and less hair. He was growing his hair though and would be just like dear old Dad. I loved to see that dimpled ass with the fine hair dusting sprouting out of his crack, and how his foreskin kept his head all covered, helping to funnel that precum stream. Kenny during our talks still was thinking he just wanted to get it over with and convert to poz, but was scared of it, but he was getting more and more horny and wanting sex. It was after the last talk 2 months ago, I decided on the perfect gift for his eighteenth birthday. I began collecting a few things for the important day. The day came, and I woke up early, purposely not putting any clothes on. I brought the little gifts out to get things ready. One was a little blue pill, which I crushed up and mixed into Kenny’s favorite pancake recipe. Put together some mimosas on the table, adding a little extra liquid to Kenny’s which will help the teen be a little more horny. Then lastly mixed in some white powder into some of his favorite bottle of lube. Lastly his little gift was ready and been waiting for a week building up, actually it had been building up over the last two months while I went on a certain type vacation. Time to wake up the birthday boy, soon to be birthday man. I walked back up stairs and down the opposite side of the hall. My son’s door was open, which was not unusual, it was just us guys here. I quietly walked into his room. He was sound asleep on his back, arms up and over his head, showing off his hairy pits. Yes, just like me. His body hair is coming in just like mine did. Look at that beautiful hair pattern emerging on his chest. A bush of hair blossoming between his pectorals and starting to spread out, and that nice dense rings of hair around those big suckable nipples. The treasure trail already growing up to meet his pectorals and spreading out on his abs. Then there’s that beautiful uncut cock, hard as a rock all nestled in that bush of pubes. Seeing my boy this way made me chub up a little. I leaned over intending to whisper in his ear to wake him, but as I neared him, I had to sniff those exposed pits. With his hair tickling my nose, I inhaled, and what a wonderful smell. All male hormones, all man. I reached over to his chest, and ran my hand over that patch of hair on to his pec, slowly rubbing his chest. I then lightly kissed his forehead. “Kenny, wake up buddy. Hey Kenny, wake up.” While saying this I continued to rub his chest. Kenny moaned a little sleepy moan of waking. “Come on bud, time to get up.” As Kenny opened his eyes, he saw his Dad over him. He looked him in the eyes, and gave a sleepy smile. “Happy Birthday my special buddy boy.” I leaned in and gave my son a kiss on the lips. I think my son wasn’t completely awake, and surprised enough that he kissed back a little harder than he usually did. “Time to get up, bud. Well, looks like someone is up already. So lets say time to get out of bed.” I laughed as my son blushed a little. I stood up, and my son’s eyes got a little bigger as he noticed I was naked, and more than a little chubbed up myself. “What’s up with being naked Dad?” Kenny then yawned, “Not that I mind, I love seeing you naked.” Then he blushed. “Sorry Dad, I’m still waking up.” “Just didn’t feel like getting dressed, and I know you like seeing me in the buff, its your birthday so look all you want. I’ve known for sometime you look at me, I like looking at you too. Why don’t we have a naked day together today to celebrate your birthday. I’ve got your favorite breakfast going downstairs.” Kenny sat up in his bed, I pulled him up out of bed into my arms and big hug. I could feel his hard cock against mine. I rubbed his back a little as we hugged. I ran my hand lightly towards Kenny ass, and as I just touched the top of his ass, he jumped up into my arms and wrapped his legs around me like he did where he was a kid, and buried his face into my neck and ear. But unlike when he was a kid, this was a young man who was heavier, so I had to hold him with both hands under his ass, and felt those firm gluten and the starting of a fuzzy butt. “I love you Dad, so much.” “I love you too bud.” I kissed his ear, Kenny then leaned back and kissed my fully on the lips hard. This made both our cocks jump, his against my stomach and mine bumping his butt check. “Come on bud, lets go eat.” We ate our pancakes and had our mimosas. Kenny was getting a looser and looser with his talking. I “accidently” dropped my napkin, so I could take a look under the table at his cock. Which was hard and lightly throbbing, with just a little trickle of a precum peeking out of his foreskin. My own cock was really starting to stoke up as well, as the little blue pill was starting to hit me as well. “Dad, I’m really liking this being naked with you. It just feels so good. But its making be horny as hell.” “You sure its not because your body is telling you its tired of being in its virgin state.” “That too. But I’m sitting here across from one of the hottest men around. Oh fuck, sorry Dad, I don’t know what’s up with me today.” “Its okay Buddy, I feel the same. Your a hot man too, and really a man today. Let’s take the drinks into the study, and lay back on the lounge, relax and talk. Figure out a gift for you.” “Um, well, yeah I’d like that, but, um well, I’m having a little, um, problem. I’m like really horny, um, yea.” I grinned inside, the little treatment to his drink must be working now as well. “Hey man, I’ve seen you with a blazing hard on, so no worries. I’m running hard as well. Tell you what I’ll get up first, and get us some more drinks for the lounge.” I fit my actions to my words, and got up showing off my hard cock. I heard a whispered, “oh fuck” from Kenny’s direction. Kenny then got up, and walked off to the study with his hard on pointing the way, bouncing up and down, and side to side, leaving a little dribble of clear liquid here and there. I went over to the counter and grabbed the bottles of orange juice and champagne, as well as the little hidden bottle. I poured just a little dribble of the clear liquid to Kenny’s glass, and then mixed up more mimosa into each glass. The touch more of clear liquid should give Kenny’s body just that little more push to rampant horny stud he needed to be. “Here we go bud, a little more bubbly. I have a little surprise for you as well. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” As Kenny sipped more of his treated drink, I grabbed a little box out of my desk, and pulled out a joint. “I’ve been waiting for the day to share a joint with my best bud. I know you’ve never done this, but I think its “high” time you did.” Which brought out a giggle from Kenny. “I’ll take the first hit, watch what I do.” I light the end and inhaled as fully as I could and held the smoke, than let it out. “Your turn. Inhale as much as you can and hold as long as you can.” Kenny took ahold of the joint, and inhaled hard, and held his breath, trying not to cough, then let it out. Coughing just a little. He than drank down some more of his drink. “Good job buddy. I’ll go again. Lets do something special this time. I’m going to put my mouth against yours, and exhale into your mouth. So you inhale when I do that.” “Ok Dad.” He was already a little glassy eyed from the one hit and the little treatment to his drink, and his cock gave a little throb. I inhaled a larger hit than before and held it while I leaned into my son, he immediately moved his mouth to me, when our lips met, he opened up and I exhaled all the smoke into him as he inhaled. As he was inhaling, I lightly stroked his tongue with mine just for a second. We parted our lips and I handed him the joint. This was really good weed, extra good. There was another real good hit left for him to take. He put the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply, and held the smoke a good amount of time before exhaling, and didn’t cough. I took the joint from him, and put it out in the tray. While I did this, Kenny downed the last of his mimosa. I sat back and put my arm behind Kenny, and he sat back into arm. I pulled him to me a little, feeling his bare side touching mine. “I’ve missed sitting like this Dad, thank you.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. Kenny pushed into that kiss. I could tell the drugs were starting to take there effect on him. “I like this too. Its been awhile since we’ve cuddled a little. You always liked to cuddle didn’t you. You were always good at cuddling.” “I always loved cuddling with you.” He than reached over to my chest with his hand and was running his hand over my chest hair, “Cuddling with you was better than my bear, you have such nice hair on your chest.” Kenny got up into my lap like he did has a little boy, but he was no longer a little boy. He was a man, and a man feeling horny for sure. I felt his ass on my cock as he settled into my lap, and he put his head on my chest. “Dad, can you hold me? I love feeling your naked body against mine. I think I’ve wanted, needed this, to be like this in your arms.” “Sure buddy, I’ll hold you. It does feel good to be naked together doesn’t it.” I pulled him tightly to me, feeling his breath moving my chest hairs, and his ass rubbing against my cock. Kenny was rubbing his check against my hairy pec, and against my nipple. “Dad, why am I so scared about having sex, I’m so horny so often, I don’t know what to do.” “Buddy, son, there’s nothing to be scared about sex. It should feel good, and be fun. Your horny so much, probably because its your body telling you its time.” “Can you show me some, Dad. Can you show me some of what men can do together, for my birthday?” Kenny turned a little in my lap, and wrapped his legs around my waist. My hard cock’s was pushing up against his anal valley, and his hard cock was poking my stomach. His warm breath in my face. I reached up and behind him and pulled his face to mine had began to kiss him hard. His mouth opened to mine, and I stuck my tongue into his mouth to which he promptly began to suck on my tongue and moan. I picked up my son, and laid him back on on the lounge couch. Meshing our hard cocks together, our precum mixing together on our meshed bellies. My hairy chest rubbing against his chest. I broke our kiss a little. Kenny whispered, “Fuck Dad, I love feeling your cock against mine. Oh fuck, Dad, I like this, but it scares me, help me, show me how not to be scared.” I kissed him hard, and then started licking down his neck to his chest. Feeling that hairy patch between his pecs on my cheeks. I licked over to his right nipple and lightly ran my tongue over the tip, and then lightly bite his nipple. This elicited a loud moan from Kenny. I continued to lick down his body, feeling his muscles with my tongue. As I got to his abs, I could taste the sweet mixture of our combined precum. “Kenny, have you tried your precum yet?” Which he shook his head. “You want to taste our combined precum like I just did? It might help you.” Kenny nodded his head. I collected some of my precum leaking out of my stretched foreskin, as my son watched. Then with the same finger collected some of Kenny’s off his long foreskin. “Here son, don’t be scared, try our precum, taste how sweet it is, you’ll love it.” Kenny leaned up and sucked my finger into his mouth, and moaned. While he was savoring the taste, I leaned down and sucked his hard cock into my mouth, sticking my tongue into his foreskin, tasting that sweet teen neg clear liquid. Oh how sweet it was. “Oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck, I love it. Oh shit.” Kenny then shot a huge glob of precum in my mouth. I came off his cock, and started licking down his balls, and the while lifting his legs up. Teasing and nibbling his hairy taint, then run my tongue against his asshole. His ass started contracting and kissing my tongue with his ass lips. I pushed his legs further towards his chest, and put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling them apart and seeing that beautiful hair butt hole, kissing the air. I dove with my tongue into that ass. Kenny moaning louder and louder, as my tongue was relaxing his hole. “Oh fuck, oh my god. Dad, oh fuck.” Suddenly his ass blossomed, and my tongue went right into him. As he was squirming and moaning, I reached to the side where I put the treated lube. “You like that son? You want to try my finger, get and idea what being fucked is like?” “Daddy, will you? Can you, please?” I opened the lube, and with one hand pulled his hole a little, and but the lube bottle opening right against that open butt hole. I squeeze and glob, which caused some to squirt inside, and then dribble out. I clicked the lube shut, and collected the leaking lube up off his ass with my finger, and slowly started to insert into Kenny. Feeling that tight opening gripping my finger, and then the furnace of inside surrounding my finger. I began running my finger around inside his ass, spreading that treated lube. In a little bit that treatment should start making his ass real hungry. “Oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy that feels so good. OH OH SHIT, that makes me want to cum.”, Kenny screamed as my finger pressed against his prostate. I pulled my finger out, and Kenny moaned. I picked up the lube again, and put it back against his now more opened hole, and squirted more treated lube into him. Collecting the dribble with two fingers, and ran two fingers into his ass. Moving my fingers around, rubbing the lube into his ass walls all around. I pulled my fingers out, and put his legs down, around me. I then reached over to where the lube had be sitting, and grabbed one more joint. This joint was treated the same. I lit the joint and inhaled, holding the smoke in, I leaned down towards my son, and he knew what was happening and leaned up, our open lips coming together. I exhaled into him, and he inhaled. Once he exhaled, I put the lit joint against his lips. “Inhale real hard and as long as you can, and hold it.” Kenny did, and then I put my mouth against his, and he exhaled into me. I put the joint against his lips again, “One more time sweetie, take that last hit.” After he exhaled into my mouth, and deeply kissed him, and rubbed my hand around his chest, and tweeting his nipples one at a time. We kissed for a few minutes, which he began moaning. When I broke the kiss, I saw his eyes were just ever so slightly glassy. The drugs have to be kicking in now. “Is this what you had in mind for your gift?” “Yes, Daddy. But I’m still a little scared, can you help me not be scared about sex. I want it, this is making more horny. My ass has an itch inside, and really think I need your fingers back in me.” I reached down between his legs, and sort of teased his hole with my finger tip. “Well, sweetie, I can only think of one way to help you not be so scared and help with the horny itch. You may get the ultimate gift though if we do that. Do you want my cock in you, you want my gift?” “Daddy, please, my ass is needing you. Please, I think I gotta have your cock in me.” “Do you want my gift too? You want to be sure to get my ultimate gift, that will help you not be scared of sex anymore?” “Yes Daddy, I need your gift. I want to love sex. Help me with the gift.” I reached over to the little table where everything was, and grabbed the bottle of poppers and my old toothbrush. My son was watching me lube up the toothbrush, and when I ran my leaking cock all over the toothbrush’s bristles, getting a huge amount of precum all over the brush head. “Open that bottle and when I say ‘now’, I want you to inhale.” Kenny nodded his head “Now left your legs up to your chest and reach around your legs to hold them up and be ready with the bottle.” I watched as his beautiful fuzzy asshole came into sight. It was winking open and shut at me so nicely. I placed the brush against his fuzzy hole, just as I started to push in I said, “Now”. Kenny inhaled the poppers, as I inserted the brush into his ass. I left it inside him a moment. I reached up and took the poppers from him. I began twisting the brush in a circles, at the same time moving slightly in and out of his ass, giving his ass a good brushing all over inside. Kenny was moaning and groaning. “You okay son, this will help your body receive and accept my gift so much better.” “Oh fuck, Daddy, it feels so funny, it sort of feels good, sort of hurts. Oh fuck, I really need something bigger, its not helping the itch much.” I pulled the brush out, and saw it was very much towards reddish pink. “I think your ready.” “Oh fuck, my ass is tingly, oh fuck I need you in me now, please.” I leaned over him, and he watched me put my heavily leaking cock towards his open ass. I felt my cock kiss his open hole. As his hole held my cock there, I leaned into kiss him, which as we kissed my cock slide into him. Both of moaning as I pushed all the way into him and bottomed out, my balls against his ass. “I’m in you son, you feel me in you?” “Oh Daddy, Daddy, I feel you. I can feel your cock beating inside me. Oh please fuck me.” I started moving my cock slowly out of his ass, and just as I felt I was reaching his opening, slowly moved back into him. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long. Not cumming for so long was taking a toll on me, I needed to cum soon. “Daddy, Daddy, oh fuck me. I feel like I’m going to explode soon. My ass is on fire, and my cock is on fire. Oh fuck, Daddy.” Slowly in, Slowly out. I loved this boy, I wanted him to love sex, I wanted him to want sex. He was moaning so loud now. “Son, sweetie, I’m about to cum. Do you want my ultimate gift, you want my Poz gift?” “Daddy, I want your cum. I don’t want this fear anymore, I want your Poz gift. Give it to me.” He reached down and grabbed my hairy ass cheeks, and almost was helping my hump him. But I wasn’t going to go faster. “Oh fuck, sweetie. I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to give you my gift, NOW.” I started shooting my pent up load deeply into my boy. All the while thinking how I was probably impregnating him with my virus. Kenny was moaning loudly, and thrashing, and I felt a large wetness building up between us. When I looked between us, I saw his cock firing jets of cum, almost in time with my jets. We both came down from our orgasms. Keeping my cock inside him, I helped move him on my cock so I could be behind him. Now holding him spooned in my arms, my cock still deep inside him, holding my cum inside him. “I love you buddy, Happy Birthday. I hope this is the gift you wanted and needed.”
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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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“Wakey, wakey little bro” I said slapping my semi-conscious brother across his face. He blinked slowly as his eyes began to open fully, staring up at my grinning face before realising he couldn’t move properly, swivelling to his left then right and seeing that he was naked and that his legs and arms were outstretched with his ankles tied to his wrists and in turn fastened somewhere off the sides of the bed he was lying on. He couldn’t say anything because he was wearing a ball gag and the full realisation of his predicament was sinking in. He was totally naked and his smooth ass and cunt hole were totally exposed. He tried to say something into the ball gag and I laughed, “What’s that little bro?” I asked, “You say you’re looking forward to this afternoon, that’s good little bro” I replied, talking over his struggling and clearly angry tirade. I slapped his face hard again and he immediately stopped, looking up with tears welling in his eyes. “That’s better you little cunt” I said looking down at him sternly, “You need to learn some respect” He also noticed now that I too was naked, standing before him with my fat cock dangling limply between my legs. “I guess you’re wondering why I’ve got you tied naked to my bed, hey little bro?” I asked him. He stared up at me and said nothing, “Well it’s a bit of story really and begins with me finding out that you’ve been secretly filming me in my room for the last year.” I watched my brother’s reaction and it was of a guy with sudden dawning realisation that he’d been caught doing wrong and was probably going to have to pay for it. Of course, he didn’t yet know how. “So imagine my surprise when one of my buds rings me up to tell me he’s seen a video clip on a porn site of a guy getting his cunt fucked, who looked a lot like me”, I continued on, “It turns out there wasn’t just one clip either, but a few, all with a title saying ‘My bro getting pozzed’”, I stopped for more reaction but my brother knew he was in trouble now and just stared up at me looking scared. “Well I decided to check out my room and guess what I found”, holding up a small black cube, “A fucking camera, actually, three fucking cameras.” “Well little bro, I thought two could play at this and I set a couple up in your room, only one of mine was pointed at your computer so I could see what your password was” I said grinning, “IFUCKBOYS; that was quite interesting. I didn’t know you were gay as well little bro but then I saw you and your hot friend making out while you both watched me getting cock”. My brother was listening intently but he couldn’t do anything except stare up, still with tears in his eyes. “So you like seeing your big bro getting dick, that right, you little shit?” I asked, slapping him again. “You know, I should really thank you” I said stepping back and sitting on the end of the bed next to him, “I did actually want some record of my conversion and you filmed it for me. I don’t think you knew at the time, but I had four toxic guys come and use me a few months ago and you captured the whole thing. How they all took turns raping my cunt and loading me with HIV poz cum. You filmed my conversion.” I said, placing a hand on his smooth six pack stomach. “Remember when I got ill a month ago and was sick for a week. Mum thought I had the flu, which I did, but it was fuck flu, and now I’m poz and I’m very toxic right now too” I said grinning down at him and stroking his naked skin. “So little bro, I’m gonna help you out” I started, “I’ve invited the same four poz guys back round and we’re going to rape your neg cunt all night. We’re going to convert you too, because you want it don’t you little bro?” I finished, staring into his eyes and gripping his cock. He began to shake and I could see terror in his eyes but his dick was swelling in my hand and I knew somewhere in his head he was turned on, “You like that don’t you” I said squeezing his cock. I turned to the door and called, “Hey guys”. My brother looked up at the door as it opened and in walked four familiar and totally naked guys, sporting a variety of builds and semi-hard cocks from large to lethal looking. “Little bro, let me introduce you to Aleksy, Joe, Ethan and Rob” I said. The four guys were a bit of a mix of build but all were athletic to muscular, with Rob, the most standout of them all; black, muscular, tattooed and clearly massive in the cock department. Even limp it was lethal looking. Ethan was perhaps slightly more emaciated than athletic looking, and had some bruising to his skin, which was because he had Aids. I knelt up on the bed with my cock slowly rising and each guy stepped up for a kiss and a cock fondle, which I made sure my sibling could see clearly. “Well boys, this is Matthew my little bro and the shit who needs to be taught a lesson.” I said with an evil grin. Matt looked at me and continued to shake a little before realising each guy behind me was also looking down at him with a look of utter lust and desire to rape him. “Now I reckon you boys should do to him what you did to me and in the order we discussed.” I said winking at them, before stepping up off the bed and reaching for a video camera. “And don’t worry bro, I’m going to film the whole thing so I can sell you’re rape and conversion to a porn site.” With that, Aleksy, the first of the four studs moved forward to the bed and climbed on, his fat dick dangling semi erect. Aleksy was Polish with a nice muscular body and short dark hair. I’d met him online and we’d fucked plenty. He was totally top but could be a dirty shit, which I loved very much. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing my bros now erect dick and squeezing it hard so we could hear an intake of air through the ball gag, before leaning down and rimming out Matt’s unprotected ass hole. I was capturing the action by the side of my brother and would focus on his expression, which right now and considering his predicament, was one of pleasure, as Aleksy kept forcing his tongue into my bros cunt, squeezing and wanking his cock. It wasn’t long before my bro received his first cock of the day as Akeksy forced his now eight inch fat dick roughly into Matt who was clearly in some discomfort not having time to adjust. Very soon Aleksy was fucking my bro hard and deep while the other guys stood round wanking their dicks. I got plenty of close ups of cock in cunt and of Matt’s face as he had clearly begun to enjoy this, possibly forgetting the deadly load he was about to receive. For the next twenty odd minutes my bro was relentlessly fucked with Aleksy occasionally gripping his neck, squeezing and then spitting in his face. The look on my sibling’s face was exquisite because he couldn’t prevent any of it. Finally, I knew Aleksy was close and got the camera right in as he slowed and began groaning loudly before pumping the first toxic load into my brother’s negative cunt. I also noticed Matt was suddenly back to reality and realising what was happening as his eyes went from a look of pleasure to terror. He clearly liked the fucking but wasn’t yet happy about the toxic ending. As Aleksy pulled out, I zoomed in on my bros ravaged cunt hole which was now seeping cum. “Joe, get in there and lick that out for me” I instructed as the next stud, a six foot four inch, athletically built and shaved headed guy was on the bed and kneeling at my bros exposed hole in an instant, licking out the dripping cum. I wanked my own cock as I filmed it, “Let me taste Joe” I said as he turned to me, grinning, with cum on his lips and face. We kissed quickly and he pushed the felched splooge into my mouth. I swallowed it all as Joe spat some on his nice fat seven inch cock and lined up to fuck Matt. Joe raped my bro for a good half an hour and clearly my brother was now beginning to come to terms with his predicament because he was clearly now enjoying being fucked. When Joe eventually let out a loud and lengthy groan, I knew he was dumping a huge load. Joe was a heavy cummer and sure enough as I zoomed in again, the cum practically squirted out my brother’s cunt hole, now nicely stretched and red raw. It was Ethan’s turn next, the emaciated Aid’s riddled breeder. My bro eyed him with clear trepidation but Ethan didn’t waste the cum dripping out, he too went down for a felch and not bothering to ask, I went in too and was rewarded with a nice mouth full of the fresh splooge. Ethan’s cock was long, thin and bruised but was soon ravaging my brothers hole. The sweat was pouring off the pair of them and with Rob still side lined and wanking his enormous nine inch shaft, he knelt next to Ethan and licked off his sweat before they kissed hard. Joe couldn’t hold back either and was kneeling by the side of the bed, wanking my brother as he was being fucked before turning to me and sucking my cock as I filmed on. Soon, Ethan too ejaculated into my brother, “Ah little bro, your first Aid’s load” I cried as the other guys laughed. My brother’s expression was harder to work out now, it looked very much like he was happy to have received it. I could have been wrong, “You know what guys, I reckon the dumb little fuck slut is starting to enjoying this now” Ethan pulled out of Matt’s hole and stood up so that Rob could finally get at my brothers red raw cunt. Rob had been waiting a long time now and didn’t want to delay, he simply fingered out some of the cum in my brother’s hole, smeared It on his cock and then rammed it fully into his hole. We all heard the scream, even with a ball gag on, it couldn’t muffle my brothers discomfort and laughing again, we watched as Rob power-drived nine inches of BBC into my young brothers ravaged hole. Matt was in clear discomfort having never had something so big inside him and Rob was intent on tearing his ass hole as we noticed a few trickles of blood now dripping out. Joe was getting me close as I continued to film as best as I could and capturing the power of Rob as he fucked my brother, which was awe-inspiring. The whole bed was shaking as he continued to force his massive tool into Matt, a pleasure I have experienced many times. I knew I was close now, “Rob, hold up” I said through gritted teeth and pulling free of Joe, I knelt up on the bed and while I filmed, Joe may made me cum, with a few last strokes by hand and so that I shot my load onto Rob’s exposed cock, “Some more lube” I groaned. Rob grinned and continued to fuck my brother, pushing my cum into my siblings hole. Finally, Rob let out a deep guttural growl and slowed as he pumped yet another toxic load into my brother as the sweat dripped off them, spreading over the entire bed. My brother was clearly in some distress but that didn’t bother me at all. Knowing he was being knocked up was much more important. To be continued……………….
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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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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.
