Pozdaddy

[btm2bbred]

Great story, bearbandit. A lot rings true in it, so I think you are putting much of your own life experiences into the story. Enjoy all the character development......as well as all the raw sex. Pozdaddy, Pozboy and Dave are all complicated characters. Loved the filming scene when the boys got to "act out" their aggression on Pozdaddy's ass.

I'm sure there will be appropriate retribution from Pozdaddy in future installments. Also, will the last load Dave took from Pozdaddy really take?

I can't wait to find out what happens next.

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 16

I hand the now-empty whisky glass over to Pozboy and ask him how his ass is doing. “Bit sore, Sir, but nothing I can’t handle,” he says smugly. “I think you’re going to notice this. C’mere and sit on this.” He takes my dick in a single motion, which doesn’t surprise me the way he’s been leaking cum all over the bed.

“Now lean forwards towards me.” He does so and I take hold of his nipples which have obviously seen a fair amount of action as well this evening. I pull him closer by his tits and he’s got his eyes closed. I’m using more pressure than I would normally this early on but he’s had enough not even to notice the usual starting pressure. His eyes are closed as he leans forward. I nod once at Dave.

Immediately Dave is behind Pozboy whose eyes fly open as he realises that Dave is working his dick in too. Pozboy has taken enough cocks of varying sizes and is so full of cum that Dave has no trouble getting his cock alongside mine. “okay, boy?” The reply comes in the form of one long groan. I guess that means he is... I lay back and let Dave do the work, luxuriating (there’s no other word for it) in the feeling of Pozboy’s ass filled with so much cum and the relentless pressure of Dave’s dick against mine. And the sight of them: Pozboy, eyes closed bending over me gasping at the pressure in his ass, his dick straining and leaving pools of pre-cum on my belly. Dave apparently towering over him, hands gripping at Pozboy’s hips as he works his dick in what has got to be the sloppiest hole I have ever felt.

It’s obviously getting to Dave as well: he’s tensing up and trying to catch my eye, wanting to cum. I decide he can wait a bit, and he slows his thrusting down until he’s barely moving, just the occasional tremor originating from his dick and spreading over his body. “Keep going Dave, just don’t cum yet...”

“Sir, I can’t... if I move I’ll cum...” I haven’t got much room for manoeuvre with the pair of them but I manage a little, just enough to set Dave off. He forgets himself and starts going for it, which in turn sets Pozboy off. I lie back watching the pair of them, and Dave gradually lifts Pozboy off my dick.

“What the fuck do you think you’re up to?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I couldn’t help it... when you moved as well it set me off...”

“Pozboy?”

“Sir, slave to the moment.”

“Pozboy clean up my” I started to say belly but realised I was drenched in cum to my neck “just clean me up. Dave, once he’s been over my cock, sit on it.” Pozboy is careful about cleaning my dick, not sure if he’s in trouble or not. Dave sits down on my cock “and you can clean Dave up too... Dave, I’m not going to move, but I am going to cum.”

I lie back with my hands behind my head to emphasise to Dave that the work’s all his. Pozboy manages to spend a little too long on one nipple and gets his head steered around my chest to make sure that he does a proper job, finally pushing him onto Dave’s cock. Dave slows down as Pozboy takes his cock in his mouth. I raise one eyebrow and he’s back to fucking himself on my dick. Pozboy is taking his time cleaning of Dave’s dick until I clip his ear and tell him he’s spoiling my view.

It’s taking a lot for me to lie absolutely still, but Dave needs to learn how to get me to cum without my moving a muscle. I watch his thighs, seeing the muscles tighten and relax as he lifts himself up only to crash down on my dick. Even with his eyes closed he seems to sense my watching him and starts putting on a show, leaning slightly forward as though he’s begging me to pull on his tits, all the while his ass muscles squeezing on my cock as he slides it in and out of his ass. I feel the nerves around my groin getting impatient, the feeling spreading down my thighs and up my belly. At the same time it feels like my dick has doubled in size and my breathing changes. Dave opens even wider and the muscles grip my cock. Point of no return, and he knows it. Holding my dick in him as deeply as he can he‘s got his ass milking me as though he’s pulling the cum from me. I manage to hold my hips still but can’t help the groans as I cum inside him.

Pozboy looks at me and simply asks “may I?” and when I nod he brings Dave off with his mouth. I feel vaguely envious at being able to cum again so quickly but keep the emotion from my face. Dave leans forward and kisses me forcefully before Pozboy gets the same. I laugh to myself as I watch them playing with Dave’s load between them.

“Okay boys, break it up... Dave, go downstairs and find the biggest plug you think you can hold in while you’re asleep. Pozboy, that bed’s a disgrace: sort it out.” I start towards the toilet and Pozboy follows me, looking hopeful. “The bed. Just for once I’d like the luxury of wasting some piss...”

As I piss I do the same old mental arithmetic: Dave should be clear of truvada by now. Even though Pozboy gave me a top-up, Dave’s getting it from me. I can only hope he catches quickly: I’m not sure I can keep up this sort of pace, but then it’s the price of having two boys... And it looks like that’s how it’s going to end up. I must check with Ken tomorrow where filming is at for the next DVD. Hell, had too much time off the past week or so: going to have to spend the next few days catching up...

I wander back to the bedroom where the bed is back to being clean and tidy, the boys standing at ease next to it. Dave holds out a buttplug to me.

“Sure you can manage this?”

“Sure as I can be, Boss”

“Okay... but any leakage and you’re sucking the sheet clean.” I push the plug home and smile to myself as his dick twitches. Then I get into the middle of the bed: “In you get...”

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

Wow! Been a helluva work week for me with no time to get back to your story bearbandit. Excellent. I look forward to what seems to be a book. Please... Keep up the good work. JDW

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 17

For once, I’m awake first and manage to climb over Pozboy without waking him to go and have a piss and a cup of tea in peace. I stumble into the office and have a look at the business stuff – shit, but I’m behind with everything. At least a couple of days to catch up. There’s even an email from Ken asking if it’s just imagination or have DVD orders dropped off. Nope, they just haven’t been processed.

I can leave the simpler stuff to Pozboy while Dave gets the chores done, then it occurs to me: I can get the both of them out of the way for a couple of hours by sending them to Bill’s gym. It’s an excellent sideline to the tattoo studio and his experience as a trainer helps enormously with his positioning of tattoos and how they’ll look after a bit of work. A quick phone call gets them both an appointment for three o’clock

I shout upstairs “Oi! What does a guy have to do to get some breakfast around here?” and find myself laughing at their confusion of me not being between them – normally I sleep later than either of them. Within thirty seconds they’re in front of me, hands behind backs, feet approximately twelve inches apart (mental note: sloppy – must improve on that).

“Sorry, Sir, after last night we didn’t expect you to be up so early”

“I’m full of little surprises, lads. Dave, that plug still in?”

“Yes, Sir...”

“Take it out and clean it up while Pozboy does breakfast. Gonna be a busy day, boys...”

With the best will in the world Pozboy’s skills in the kitchen aren’t a patch on Dave’s, but it’s the most sensible division of time. Besides, what he lacks in the kitchen he compensates for in the sling. He attempts bacon and eggs, which, to my taste, doesn’t turn out too badly: I actually like undercooked bacon, though I’m not so keen on the burned underside of the eggs. Still, there was a time when I couldn’t cook either...

“Day plan: Pozboy – you’re in the office with me for as long as I need you there, Dave – you’re on domestics. This afternoon you’re both over at Bill’s gym” looking to Dave “he’s the guy who did Pozboy’s biohazard: he also owns a gym. You both need a regular routine. And while you’re there, you’re vestal virgins: you keep your mouths, your dicks and your assholes to yourselves. Not even each other... Lunch, something light, some sort of salad... Good bacon Pozboy, but get Dave to show you fried eggs.”

Breakfast over, we set about the day’s work. Pozboy makes good progress with the backed up orders, and manages a very convincing email of apology for lateness of response. He writes good bullshit. It’s a relief when Dave finishes with the vacuum cleaner and retires to the kitchen to get lunch together. When I go for a piss I note that he’s been into all the dust-traps.

Since our computers are back to back, Pozboy can’t see that I’m also messaging as I go through the accounts. Ken reckons he’s got almost enough recorded for the next DVD: he’s centring it around Max, which isn’t a surprise, but he’s not doing anything tonight and neither is Bill. I’m careful to clear the chat buffer before I leave the PC to see progress on lunch. “Sorry, Boss, not enough fresh stuff in, so I took the liberty of doing a light chicken based thing. I mean, if me and Pozboy are starting at a gym, we’re going to need the extra protein aren’t we?” I don’t answer for a moment: I’m too stunned by the chicken in white wine, couscous and hot green salad. “Looks pretty good. I’ll have you a shopping list for after lunch before you head off to the gym.”

Fuckin’ hell, the kid is good. I’d be hard pressed to produce a lunch like that even without all the cleaning he’s got through... “How much time have we got then” I ask. “About another fifteen minutes or so – I think chicken is best slightly overcooked, just in case, Sir. Can make it ten if you prefer.” “Fifteen’s fine...”

I return to the study to make up Dave’s shopping list and print it out. Ken, Bill (and Bill’s inevitable plus one, whoever he is) and the three of us. Basically snack finger food for afterwards when we review the evening’s work. I find myself looking forward to playing around in my own kitchen for a change, but I neglect to mention to the boys that they’re working tonight.

Lunch over, I hand Dave the list, saying I want him back here by three. While he’s out Pozboy and I are back in the study. “Sir, I know you too well now: you’ve got something planned for tonight, haven’t you?”

“Whether I have or not is no concern of yours – you’re not entitled to an explanation but I simply intend enjoying one of my hobbies while Bill starts the process of knocking the pair of you into shape. Just remember to keep your hands off each other. Now, open last month’s expenditure spreadsheet and tell me what’s wrong with it...”

A little later I send the pair of them off to Bill’s gym “it’s only two miles – you can walk, can’t you?” and get on with sorting out food for tonight.

A few hours later I hear the front door open and they all walk in at once: Pozboy, Dave, Ken, Bill and Bill’s new puppy. “Hi guys,“ I say “a drink before we get to work?” Pozboy and Dave look at each other, confused. Despite showering at the gym they still smell strongly of sweat. Nice.

“Pup – you’re waiter for the evening. The spirits and mixers are over there, and beers are in the kitchen. I’ll have a Newcastle Brown.” Pozboy and Dave both look a bit put out so I explain: “all Bill’s boys start out as ‘Pup’. He likes them a lot more subservient than I do. Roll with it...”

Ken interrupts, “I reckon we’re about two thirds of the way there. I want to do the flip fuck scene first up here – new background: would you believe some guys watch porn and compare which films have been shot where according to decor? Boys, I want you to stay in the room but out of the way – seeing your Dads going for it should get you all the hornier for the cellar scene later.” He raises a glass “iechyd da”...

Bill and I finish our drinks – faster than I would normally, just hope I don’t belch on camera – and we’re off. Bill is bigger than me and all but tears my t-shirt off to get to my tits. As he chews on them I slowly work at getting his t-shirt off to allow the camera to take in his tats – he’s not far from having a full body suit, most of it homoerotic art. Rumour has it that Tom of Finland sent him a drawing to incorporate somewhere. I can’t swear to the accuracy but it’s certainly his style.

He stands upright while I get rid of his t-shirt and as we kiss we’re each working on the other’s jeans to get rid of them. As his jeans fall I follow with my tongue till I’m at the base of his dick. By the time my tongue reaches his piss slit he’s fully erect and I work slowly down his dick allowing the camera to take in the tats. And I decide that’s the last time in this scene I’m playing to the camera. I’m going to have fun.

Just as I’m tasting precum, he hauls me off his dick and goes down on me. A brief glance behind me shows I’m in falling distance of the sofa so I pull him over and lay back on the sofa. The last of our clothes come off as he’s rubbing his nose in my pubic hair. I lift my legs slightly and he gets the hint, leaving my dick alone he first sucks on my balls and then works his way round to my ass. At the same time he moves round to give me access to his ass. When there’s no power play involved mutual rimming is one of my favourites...

I’m alternating between holding his ass open and spitting into it and getting my tongue in there. I’m vaguely aware of the camera at this point: Bill has an amazing biohazard tattoo centred on his asshole. My hands on his ass to keep his cheeks spread I move out from under him to start teasing his asshole with my cock. Someone, I don’t know who, hands him a bottle of poppers, and he takes several belts on them. As each sniff hits I feel his ass loosen up a bit more and I can feel the hunger in his ass: one push and I’m in and he’s gripping me hard. I fuck him slowly taking in the sight in front of me, the muscles, the tattoos so perfectly aligned with them.

We’ve played often enough together that he knows when we need to switch it round: he lurches forward so my cock is free of his ass, turns and throws me on my back. I reach up and grab his tits while he slides effortlessly into me. He knows how visual I am, and as he holds my ankles well apart puts on a muscle show as he fucks me. I resist the temptation to wank as he fucks me knowing I’d cum too soon if I did, so I take out my frustration on his nipples which I know can take some serious use.

He pulls out and moves up so I can take his dick in my mouth. At first hesitantly, but quickly confident he’s pissing in my mouth. Once I know he’s got the stream established I open my mouth and he moves back from me: a perfect arc of piss joining us, which trails off down my chin and belly as his bladder empties. He moves back to sit on my dick and once I’m in I’m forcing him to roll back so he’s on his back. Fuck the camera, I’m going for it. Legs well spread, my one concession to the camera – at least the punters get another look at his biohazard with a dick in its centre. I cum, stay in his hole till the last shudder and then pull out.

Immediately he’s got me on my back again and I know there’s no way I’m getting upright again without an assful of cum. I’ve got my arms around his neck, my mouth clinging to his, feeling his tongue probing around almost as if his tongue here trying to fuck my mouth. All too soon his dick is pulsing deep in my guts as he cums.

“Okay guys – hold it: photo mode...” Back to earth...

Ken gives the okay to relax and I burst out laughing “Fuck, but you’re good...” I look over to Pozboy and Dave. “Boys, if you can trip this guy up he’ll give nearly as good a time as I do...” I pause a moment as Bill and I untangle ourselves. “Lads, there’s finger food in the kitchen: we’ll have it in here. I don’t know about Bill but I need a rest before we do the other scene. And a drink...”

The Pup is looking at Bill as though he’d never seen him before. “Pup, when you’ve known someone as long as Poz and I have known each other a fuck like that that is just another way of saying ‘I’m glad we’re friends’. I couldn’t be lovers with this guy but I love him to bits, and I know he feels the same about me: we’re family. Except we get to fuck as well,” he grins.

[dirtyrawskin]

Great story, keep it going. cheers

[bearbandit]

Diolch yn fawr! The story arc is more or less planned out, subject to any obsession I may develop in the writing

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 18

“Pup, the food’s in the kitchen: help the boys bring it all through and sort the drinks out.”

“So, how did it look Ken?”

“Went well, I thought. Got some good shots of each of you up each others’ asses. Bill’s tats are going to make it look amazing.”

“And I’m not?” I laugh “Get some more tats and we’ll see,” Ken responds.

“I know I get turned on by getting tats, but I don’t think I could go that far... Bastard won’t let me use poppers when he’s working!”

The boys start bringing the food through and sorting out drinks.

“I presume that Pozboy can switch within a scene: not saying it’s going to happen,” says Ken at Pozboy’s sudden interest in the conversation, “but this scene needs to be you and Dave on the one hand cutting to Bill, Pup and Pozboy on the other.”

“So I drift between senior bottom and junior top?” asks Pozboy.

“That’s about it...” confirms Ken. “I’m hoping this turns out to be the pivotal scene of it all, which is I why I wanted to do Poz’ and Bill’s scene first. I want you to take your time over this one Poz...”

Aside to me “He’s definitely a keeper... Gonna run rings round you though!”

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it!” and aloud “A couple of samosas over here and a bottle of Brown. Do we get to see what we just did or not?”

Ken fiddles with his camera, gets the chip out and into the USB converter to fit into the TV. The plates of finger food circulate while we watch the scene Ken just shot. Pup has just replaced my bottle of Newcastle Brown and I’m watching Bill giving it to me up the ass “call me vain, but I’d do me...”

Bill responds with “you’re about the only one who hasn’t...”

“It takes work to get pozzed, doesn’t it, Pozboy?” I tweak his tit...

“Call it work – where’s the fun?” I smack his head as I grin “Cleaning up in the morning, cunt”... I lean over and kiss his head.

Reviewing the scene we just shot has the effect I wanted: nothing like watching yourself fucking and getting fucked to get you in the mood for more. Ken notices I’m getting hard again and demands we get dressed/undressed for the next scene. Although he’s the director, he’s using my boys, so I feel justified in telling Pozboy twenty hole DMs and it’s up to Ken whether he starts with a jock or not. Ken opts for not.

Both Bill and I go for the standard boots, chaps and cap approach. The Pup is naked and Dave is wearing boots and a chest harness. I get a bowlful of the special icecubes from the freezer...

There’s been little discussion of what we’re doing: spontaneity is the key to our DVDs. The script, such as it is, calls for Bill, Pup and Pozboy to be getting each other off as they see fit. Dave and I are the main focus. Once filming starts I’m directing too, with Ken filming for the most part as he sees fit.

We start with Pozboy sucking Bill while the Pup is rimming him. Each time Bill relaxes back to take more of the Pup’s tongue Pozboy is getting further down his dick. I’m getting hard watching them and Dave take advantage of the fact: just the head of my dick in his mouth so far. I hold the poppers down to his nose and he breathes in greedily. I have a couple of belts myself and notice vaguely that Ken is filming us. No need for performance: I want this man and I’m coming inside him.

As the poppers wear off and it becomes less urgent that I flood this guy’s throat with my cum, I pull him up by his harness and push him over so that he’s standing looking at the floor. I get the “icecubes” and start shoving them up his ass. There’s enough of them that I give him the poppers bottle.

“You know what you’re getting, cunt?”

“Not sure, Sir”

“My cum. Been saving it up since you said you wanted me to poz you.”

I push into his cold but welcoming ass. “Feel that cum melting cunt? Don’t think I’ve ever fucked a cummy ass when it’s been all my own cum. It’s getting fucking slippery in there – you’re going to be dribbling soon. Every chance I’ve had since you turned up I’ve been having a wank and saving it. I’ve even faked coming in one or other you to be able to get enough cum for tonight.” I get my arm round his throat, “too late to be fighting it, kiddo. Doesn’t matter if I cum or not, but fuck knows I want to, when they take your blood next week it’s coming back positive.”

He’s pushing back harder on my cock, desperate for my cum. I pull out briefly, aware of the camera focused on my dick. I reach to the small stack of shelves that divide the cellar into two. Normally they only contain toys and lube but tonight I hid a knife there. I give Dave the poppers and tell him to take as much as he needs. After five lungfuls he hands the bottle back to me. I take two belts and draw the knife across my dick which obligingly spurts blood for the camera. Then straight up Dave’s ass.

A couple more belts of the poppers and I resume fucking him. Shit it hurts and feels so good at the same time. “You know what I just did, cunt? You know I’m bleeding inside you right now? Yeah, your Boss cut his dick to make sure ... You gonna show how grateful you are, cunt?”

“Please Sir, please, just keep on fucking me. Thank you Sir. Never dreamed you’d do something like that, please Sir may I have your cum as well as your blood Sir? Please Sir, it feels so good in my ass, all your cum there and more to come.” I hand him the poppers again – four belts. “Shit , please Sir, please poz me. You’ve given me your cum, your blood, please Sir, cum in me. I’m your pig slave, Sir, I need your cum in me Sir.”

I reach around and take hold of his dick. Absolutely rock solid. With careful precision, and of course my dick still in him – I haven’t finished yet – I jerk him off to probably the most intense orgasm of his life. Then I continue to fuck him, aware of the camera so I’m pulling out further than I normally would so the camera can see the cum and blood mixture. It gets too much for me and I cum deep inside him. For a few moments he’s actually supporting me as I lay across his back.

I withdraw and move out of camera range. Ken is still focussed on Dave so I indicate he should lie down as the others come and kneel around him. Whether using Dave’s mouth or sucking each other off there’s a mutual understanding going on that Dave’s asshole is out bounds. They’re each careful that when they cum it’s over Dave, who’s simply lying motionless on the floor. When all three have cum, they lick up the cum from Dave’s body. I guess it’s a fuck he’ll never forget...

No way can he not have got pozzed after that: I feel a pang of jealousy – I wish it had been like that for me...

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

Holy FUCK,!! damn bearbandit,You got me off with that one. I would have you convert me... ;-)

[Bear4Breeding]

I'm with Jizz on that. This has been one very hot story, violence aside for me. Damn hot indeed. Keep it coming bearbandit.

[Bbikercub]

U made me hard bandit. Didn't even know that kind of thing would get me going. Bad lad.

[bearbandit]

U made me hard bandit. Didn't even know that kind of thing would get me going. Bad lad.

Not so long a journey to the Valleys: getcha ass down here and I'lll show you what "bad" really is...

[Bbikercub]

Not so long a journey to the Valleys: getcha ass down here and I'lll show you what "bad" really is...

That's what worries me lol

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

Bbikercub, somehow I think you're up for the teaching... Go visit bearbandit; and then see if you can become a new character in the story. We're I as close as you; I would have learned what "bad" really is; and taught a bit as well. ;-)

[Bbikercub]

Maybe one day

[bearbandit]

Pozdaddy 19

Although it’s not so late, I agree with Ken and Bill that we’ll review the filming tomorrow. “One of you boys get me a large whisky to take to bed”. I go upstairs, relieved that it’s still warm enough that I can just flop out on the bed. Pozboy brings me my drink while Dave worms his way in between my legs and begins licking my dick.

After my second sip of Jack, Pozboy asks “You okay Dad?”

“I’m okay: just a bit done in. Even the way we do it, single take, real sex, it’s fucking exhausting at times. And remember: I’m the old guy” turning it into a joke.

Dave looks up and says “yeah, but you’re our guy, Boss, sorry I mean Sir....”

“Dave, the name “Boss” obviously means a lot to you: I hope you have good memories of the men you‘ve called Boss in the past, because it’s what I expect you to call me.”

“Boss, Sir, thank you Boss” the rest is lost as he fills his mouth with my dick. “You okay with that?” I ask Pozboy. My personal opinion is that any Master who doesn’t check in with his boys from time to time, especially on the big decisions, is a bloody idiot. Just because he’s your slave doesn’t mean he can’t think.

I reach for my whisky but Pozboy gets there first and hands it to me. I drain the glass and hand it back to him. “You know, I’ve got a wound on my cock that isn’t getting any better – maybe it needs two of you....” I stretch and flex at the feeling of both their mouths on my dick. The cut is still painful but doesn’t appear to be bleeding any more. Not that it matters now. Without benefit of laboratory access and expensive machinery, I’d bet the house on Dave having got pozzed tonight if not before.

No, it’s time to set Dave free for what he wants, I know damn fine he’s pozzed, The rest is up to him, whether he stays here or moves on. I reach down and grab them both by their collars. “Pozboy, you’ve waited weeks for this: fuck him. I want to see the sort of sex you’d do for the camera, but it’s going to mean more because it’s only your Dad, your Boss watching.”

They’re on the floor by the bed. Dave rolls onto his back and his legs are straight into the air. Pozboy positions himself between Dave’s legs and I watch him relishing the sight of the boy giving his asshole away yet again. Pozboy positions his disk so it’s just pushing gently at Dave’s ass. He holds still. I can see Dave’s dick hardening, the pulse in it. He somehow manages to wriggle forward to impale himself on Pozboy’s dick. Fuck, I wish the camera was to hand: the expression on Pozboy’s face as Dave’s ass envelops his cock. In his time with me I’m pretty sure he’s never felt an ass so filled with cum.

“All that cum wrapped around your cock: it’s all mine. One fresh, maybe ten or eleven thawed out. You like that Pozboy?”

“Fuckin’ hell, of course I do, Dad. Love the feel of him dribbling it out, now I know why you like fucking me when I’ve taken a few loads. Dad, please? I don’t think I can do this slowly. The little fucker’s really working on my cock. Please Dad, I really need to cum...”

“Not until he does.” Pozboy grabs Dave’s dick and while he’s pressing as far up Dave’s ass as he can reach, he working Dave’s cock. He bends right over to get the head of Dave’s cock in his mouth while he carries on wanking him. I see the cum pulsing its way up Dave’s cock, the first spurt coating Pozboy’s ‘tache and beard. “You bastard!” he yells as he starts cumming, his head thrown back as if in triumph. I’ll never tire of the sight, the sound, the smell of men fucking. My dick is so hard it hurts. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed now: “get your asses over here.”

They start to clean themselves up as they shuffle over to me. “Stop that: I want the pair of you stinking of sex, wet and sweaty like the pigs you really are.” Pozboy goes down on me immediately. I get Dave standing up and bending over. I take a handful of cum from his belly and smear it over his ass, then I’m pushing it into his hole with my tongue, letting it mix with rest, savouring the taste of the mixture of cum and ass juices. Fuck, but there’s so much in there... I suck a little out and pull Pozboy’s face up to me to push it into his mouth. We trade it back and forward while Pozboy holds onto my cock, then I spit it back up Dave’s ass.

Decision time: Pozboy’s mouth is too good and I’ll never get Dave’s ass onto my dick in time. So I’m pumping out cum into Pozboy’s mouth with my mouth all but clamped to Dave’s ass “Just don’t swallow” I say, “it’s Dave’s last load for the evening”. Pozboy holds me in his mouth washing my cum around my dick as me hardon slowly falls. He does the best job he can of cleaning my dick without swallowing the load he’s just received and is soon at Dave’s ass, adding the mess of cum already there. “We’re not taking risks: I want that hole plugged. Dave starts to move but I stop him “and I’m not taking the risk of you dribbling: Pozboy, get Dave’s overnight plug.”

As Pozboy heads for the cellar, he tweaks Dave’s tit and briefly kisses him on the lips. Dave nods at him – a small gesture I wouldn’t normally notice. Doubtless I’ll find out what’s going on soon enough. Pozboy is back in a couple of minutes with not only the plug, but a pair of glasses and the remains of the bottle of Jack. He carefully slides the plug into Dave. “And when did you become the bar manager?” I ask. “I’m sorry to presume like that Sir” (I like it when a boy is capable of thinking and acting independently if he thinks it’s a good idea) “but I thought another drink might be a good idea. You see, me and Dave, well, we’ve been talking...”

“Dave and I” I correct him without thinking. “Yes Dad, sorry. Dave and I have been talking.” He hesitates as he pours three glasses of Jack and holds one up to me “May we?”

“Well it’s out of the bottle now, you little fuck. So what have you been talking about. Dave?” Pozboy is a bit thrown by my switching focus, but remains silent as I have a sip of the drink he’s just handed me. “Well?”

“Boss, the past few weeks have been great and I’ve really enjoyed them...”

“But?”

“Boss, I don’t want to go. I can count: it’s been long enough since there was any truvada in my system, I’ve got an ass full of your cum, and a bit of Mabon’s too – sorry, Pozboy” he corrects himself, remembering Pozboy’s dislike of his first name. “If I’m not poz now, it’ll be a miracle. It’s what I want. And I want to stay with you Boss, and with Pozboy. You’ve taught me so much about sex, Boss, and I’m trying to learn how the business works too, Pozboy’s been showing me on the laptop you set up for him to learn. There’s nothing in my old life I want to go back to. Please Boss...”

I suspected this might happen, but hearing it is a different matter. I’m kidding myself if I try to say that it’s a surprise. I’m just surprised that it’s happened quite so soon. But then I think back to Pozboy’s comment about “a brother he can fuck”. Hell, if I just ran into him in the bar I’d be getting him in the fuckroom. A slow sip of Jack gives me another moment to think.

“You realise that it’s not all parties and fucking here – your need to get pozzed has altered things these few weeks.”

“Understand that Boss. I’ve been a demanding little fuck – ouch” I clip his ear: my little idiosyncrasy that I don’t like them swearing outside of sex, even though I swear like a trooper at times. “Sorry, Boss. For cussing and for being so demanding.”

“In case you didn’t notice, Mochyn, we’ve both enjoyed you being here,” and in mock dismay I turn to Pozboy “shit, what is it they say? Bring in a stray: name it, and you’re lumbered.”

“More seriously, I’ve barely got used to Pozboy and me being seen as a couple. A triad is more work.”

“Boss, are you saying what I hope you’re saying?”

“I guess I am. Just don’t forget that up till a few months ago I lived alone and we’re all going to have to make this work.” I put my glass to one side just in time: both boys lurch at me to hug me. What the fuck have I let myself in for?

We’re all three lying the bed; I’ve got an arm around each of them. “I’ll order your dress collar tomorrow, Dave. One of you go put the lights out.” Pozboy goes, and returns just as Dave asks “Boss, what does Mochyn mean?”

Pozboy smirks: “Pig.”