Families start somewhere...

[Skanman]

Yet another drama filled chapter from @Navi38  

I find myself constantly looking for the next chapter to be posted and you never disappoint. 
 

I love how the family bonds grow between each other and to the new characters being introduced. 
 

Looking forward to the next one already.  Thanks and keep up the great work !!!

[Guest]

Part 55

Bryce:

I couldn’t believe it when I heard my brother's voice over the radio.  There was no question that Wes and Mason would find and care for my boy, but having my brother made everything ok.  Growing up, my me and my brother were close; we did everything together.  My ex-wife hated it, and she was constantly trying to pull us apart.

The nurse quickly attached a line from Steven to Jayden.  After Dr. Nick completed his initial evaluation, the cuts looked worse than they were.  It was good Steven was able to give some blood to Jayden, it would help him recover.  Dr. Nick asked us all to leave; he and the nurse would bandage and clean Jaden’s wounds.  We all waited quietly in the lobby for the final word from Dr. Nick.

Dr. Nice gave Jaden a course of antibiotics because they were animal-inflicted injuries.  The nurse would come by the firehouse every other day to check Jaden’s wounds and change bandages..  Dr. Nick knew that Steven and I had emergency medical survival training, we could tell if something was wrong with my son’s recovery.  They laid my boy across the back seats of Steven’s truck.  Malik and Shane followed us back to the firehouse.

Malik carried Jayden upstairs and get him tucked in for the night.  I knew Malik would stay with Jayden to give me a moment with my brother.  I gave Steve a passionate kiss, both to say thank, and I love you.  We hadn’t had any intimate contact in some time, it felt good to feel my brother’s touch.  There was also growing excitement between the two of us.  We were both tired, and my pain meds were starting to wear off.

I finally had to chance to ask, “how the fuck were you here?”   Steve explained that he had come up early to surprise me.  “You had to go jump off a mountain to outshine my surprise, typical,” Steven said with a half-smile.  Malik said to us, on his way out, “Eric is ordering you guys a new bed.”  Steve helped me upstairs and into bed.

Steve smiled at me, “guess I am your boss for the next eight to twelve weeks.  You cannot be chief with only one working leg.  Besides, I can boss myself around better than you can.  I am going to get bottles of water for everyone then tuck-in.  He walked over and kissed me on the forehead.  He whispered, “I love you.”

My brother had a great ass, I loved to watch him walk away.  I like it better when he sat on my face, and his cock drooled onto my chest.  He would take his precum and work my nipples.  We were both vers, loved giving as much as taking.  My cock was rapidly rising to the thoughts of my tongue exploring Steve’s body.  Tasting the musk in his pits, feeling his cum fill my guts, his kiss on my neck, the sweat on his back as I mounted his bubble butt.  I was in no position to ask for sexual favors, but my cock was getting the best of me.

Steve helped me strip down before getting in bed.  It was a warm night. I only had a sheet and a light blanket.  My hard cock was visible through the light fabrics.  Steven put a bottle of water by Jayden and came over to my bed.  He saw my hard cock.  He brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “tell me the dirty fantasy that has your cock at attention.  Do you remember the first time you buried your face in my ass?  The first time I slide my cock into you.  Could it be that night we kissed and knew that it was right?  Tell me, my brother, what has your cock so hard this night?”

Steve moved his hand under the blankets, snaking it down my torso to my ridged cock.  His hands wrapped around my throbbing member.  He placed his lips on mine for a sensual kiss.  Steve slowly stroked my cock. He knew how to please me.  I moved my hips with each stroke.  He whispered in my ear, “I don’t want you to make a mess.  I want to feel your load slide down my throat.  Give your brother your seed.  I am starving.”  Steven moved his head down to my cock.  Without effort, he swallowed my cock to its base.  Working his throat muscles around my cock, I quickly released my load.  He moved up and kissed me, sharing my cum.

Steve started toward his bed, then came back.  He whispered in my ear.  “I love your cum, but it would taste better with some poz charge.  What do you know about that family on the hill?  Get some sleep.”  He went to his bed, pulled down his shorts.  I knew he loved thongs.  The type that looks like a jockstrap, except for the strap down the middle.  My mind was still working on the fact that my brother might be a chaser.  I didn’t know what he meant about the family on the hill.

Masson:

Jake, Jacob, and I took one of the SUVs into the ravine to retrieve the ATVs.  It was a nice drive, and it's always a good time with the brothers.  I didn’t know why they got into the backseat, leaving me alone, like was their chauffeur.  I looked in the rearview mirror and saw two naked bodies moving around in the back seats.  Jacob said, “pull over and let’s fuck by the river.  I want to see you breed my brother.”

I found a flat spot of land and parked the SUV.  The brothers got out, I opened the tailgate.  Jacob had his face buried in Jake's ass.  When he saw me come around the SUV he pulled his face out of Jake, “taste my brother's hole. Dad stuffed some cum into him earlier.  I dropped my knees, and Jacob moved to sit on the tailgate.  Jake moved his face into Jacob’s lap and started slurping on Jacobs's cock with reckless abandon.  Jake’s ass was incredible to eat and to fuck.  I sucked his hole, pulling his rosebud out.

I liked and soaked his hole in my spit.  Jacob tossed me a bottle of lube from the storage compartment.I slathered my cock, and lined it up with Jake’s winking hole.  I started slow, and Jake pushed back, taking all my dick at once.  Jacob looked at me, grabbed a handful of Jake’s hair.  “Fuck my brother like the pig he is.  I want to hear the sounds of you pounding him into submission echo off the canyon walls.  I started pounding Jake hard and rough.  The sound of skin and Jake’s moans and cries for more, reverberating off the rock walls.  I rough fucked him, eventually planting my seed in his needy ass.

Jacob still holding his brother's hair, pulled Jake’s head up.  “Did you like that pig.  My brother the needy bottom hog, is getting railed in the mountains.  Is that was you want?”  Jake was nodding yes, his mouth wide open.  Jacob spit into Jake's mouth before slamming Jake’s head back down on his cock.  He brutally skull fucked Jake, ending with Jacob holding his brother down tight, shooting his load into Jake’s throat.  The three of us threw our clothes into the back and got into the SUV naked to retrieve the SUVs.

Jake was the first to speak, “I still have a toxic load in my sac.”  Jacob responded, “Bend Masson over one of the ATVs and breed it into him.”  My cock was instantly hard again.

[pozpopperpig]

Still so, SO good!  Am absolutely addickted to this story, more so every chapter!

[cboycam]

Navi, please continue.  These are great.

[nolatallguy]

@Navi38 Thanks for all your hard work on this story - always appreciate your efforts looking forward to more of this story.

[Guest]

Part 56

Jayden:

I woke up after a deep night's sleep.  The smell of coffee was calling to me.  I got out of bed, the pain from the wounds on my chest shot me back into bed.  I must have made a sound. Dad and Uncle Steve came running toward my bed.  I laid back on the bed, determined to get coffee.  I started to move again when I heard dad bark, “stop right there.”  I knew there was no arguing with him.  I maneuvered myself back into bed.  I asked Dad if he would help me up so I could get coffee.  “Like hell, we will bring you breakfast and coffee.  The doctor said you need to minimize movement so as not to pull on the stitches.”  I had to think for a minute about why I would have stitches.  The previous night's events came washing back.  I looked down and saw my chest and part of my stomach bandaged.  I went to touch the bandages, Dad barked again, “you touch those, and I will tape oven mitts to your hands.”  “What am I supposed to do? Just lay around here all day,” I replied in a juvenile tone.  Uncle Steve quickly replied, “yes.  I am the temporary Chief of this firehouse, and as long as you are under my roof, you what say”  I realized Dad had a cast on his leg.

“Fine, I will stay here, but I won’t put any clothes on.  I am going to need a sponge bath as well,”  I said in a teasing tone.  If Steve and Dad were confining me to bed, I wanted something out of it.  Dad sat on my bed; Uncle Steve went to get us coffee.  “So, did you two fuck last night?  If you did, I didn’t hear it. That means you guys didn’t do it right.”  Dad just shook his head. He knew what I was baiting him.  I continued, “If I were living and working with a piece of ass like that, I would never take my dick out of it.  He is your twin; it’s almost like fucking yourself.  Dad, you know how much I like jerking off.  That the only way I get to fuck myself.”  Dad stopped me, “that’s your Uncle.”  I smiled, “that’s your slam piece.”  Dad finally gave in, we both started to laugh like school kids hiding a secret.  Uncle Steven came back with coffee. He asked what was so funny.  Dad told him I was teasing him about their relationship.  Steve froze, Dad got off my bed.  He took Uncle Steve downstairs to explain the situation.

I noticed the sound of a car coming to a hard stop in front of the fire station.  Dad and Uncle Steve were talking in Dad’s office.  From my Dad’s office, he couldn’t hear the car or my mother's demands.  She was demanding to speak with Dad.  I picked up my cell phone and called the station.  Dad answered, “I am busy.”  “I hope you and Steve are fucking because mom is outside about to ruin your day.”  “Fuck me,” was Dad’s exasperated response.  I heard Data and Uncle Steve coming up the stairs to put on some clothes.  While Dad and Steve dressed, the screaming of my mother suddenly stopped.

Mrs. Betty:

I was in the kitchen preparing lunch for all my boys at the firehouse.  After the night they had, there was only one remedy, fried chicken, biscuits, and apple pie.  I heard a woman screaming.  I went out to main street to see the woman making a fuss.  She was standing next to an expensive car, screaming at the fire station, demanding to talk to Bryce.  I could tell she wasn’t there because she needed help.  I quickly walked toward the woman.  I got close enough for her to hear my voice, “what is it you need help with, is there an emergency I can get the sheriff.”  She turned on her heels, “who the fuck are you?  The sheriff should arrest the piece of shit ex-husband of mine.”

I was sure that Mason heard all the noise, or someone has already called him.  “I am sure someone called the sheriff; what seems to be the problem?  Maybe there is something I can help you with.”  She looked at me with hate in her eyes, “I don’t think you or anyone from this dumpy little town could help me.”  I could not agree with her more.  I saw Jason’s car driving toward the fire station.

Jason got out of his cruiser the same time Bryce came out of the fire station.  The woman looked at Jason, “you need to arrest this man!”  Jason spoke in a calm tone, “before I put the cuffs on him, why don’t you tell me what crime he committed.”  She turned her angry stare at Bryce, “he knows why.”  Jason again in a calm voice, “that may be true, mam, but I need to know why.”  “He fucked me!” she screamed at Bryce.  Jason was staying overly calm, “if both parties are willing, sex isn’t a crime.  If you are saying he did something by force, that is a serious allegation.”  “He didn’t put his floppy cock inside me. I want more money.  I am sure he doesn’t want his secret to get out.  I am sure in a little town like this; it wouldn’t end well”  She spat her answer back at Jason.  “Mam, that is extorsion.  You are going to need to come with me.”  Jason said in a more authoritative tone.  “He would rather suck cock, than service me.”  She turned you yell across town, “you all hear that; your new fire chief is a dick taker.”

Bryce was trying to calm this horrible woman down.  I could tell he was embarrassed about her behavior.  Bryce had nothing to be ashamed of; it was her behavior that was shameful.

I wanted her to leave my boys alone, and they had been through enough for one day.  I offered, “why don’t you come to my diner for some pie? We can let the law sort this out.  I know you don’t want Jason here taking you in for making a fuss.”  The woman turned, walked toward me, “fine, I need coffee anyway.”  She passed Jason, “do your job and arrest that man.”  Jason tipped his hat in respect, “yes, mam, I will see what I can do.”

The woman followed me to my diner, taking a seat at the counter.  I poured her a cup of coffee, “would you like cornbread or a piece of apple pie.  She snapped, “coffee is fine. I will wait for the sheriff.”  “I am sure he will be along shortly after he secures Bryce.  I don’t think you want him fleeing the town.”  I said in a soft, slightly sarcastic tone.

I saw Wes’s black SUV and Jason's sheriff truck pull in front of the diner.  Wes carried in a folder with a decent amount of paperwork.  They asked the woman if she wanted to move to a table.  She if they had detained Bryce.  Mason replied, “my deputy has him confined to the fire station till we get this figured out.”  She looked at Wes. He was in a typical FBI black suit.  “Who the fuck are you, my husband’s lawyer?  Wait, let me guess.  You are a guy he shoves his cock into, so you will fake being his lawyer.  He can afford to buy you a better suit.”  This woman was a piece of work.  I was sure Wes and Mason would not take kindly to that accusation.

Wes:

Jason took the call about a woman making a fuss in front of the firehouse.  Mason was close to dropping another family strain heavy load into my ass.  We finished after Jason left.

Jason called the station, Mason answered on speaker.  Jason gave us the details. I went back to my office to run the woman’s information.  This woman would be more impressed with the FBI logo at the top.  She had a couple of bench warrants for drunk and disorderly conduct and other minor offenses in every state Bryce had worked.  She had been stalking him.  This town was the wrong place to continue that habit.

When Mason and I got to the Diner, Mrs. Betty was pouring this woman another cup of coffee.  Mason and I took her to a table in the back.  She sat down, “I am not someone your ex-husband is sticking his dick inside. I am an agent of the FBI.”  I showed her credentials.  The woman was quiet and still.  I laid out her record, explaining that Mason nor I wanted to arrest her and drive her to the state courthouse for processing.  I recommended that she never come back up the mountain, or I would be required to apprehend her.  I explained it was better for everyone if she got in her car and left the town.

The woman didn’t know I had flagged her ID and license plate.  She would not be leaving the state.  The woman picked up her bag, thanked Mrs. Betty for the coffee, and quietly went back to her car.  She carefully pulled away from the fire station and headed down the mountain.

Mason and I went to the fire station to check on the Jayden and the love birds.  The three of us went into the fire station.  Seven came down the stairs, wearing only a thong.  He assumed it was just Bryce; all three of us got in an eye full of the hunk in the thong.  I walked right up to Steven, gave a formal introduction, and commented on his ass in that thong.  Steven turned several shades of red.

Steven escorted us all upstairs to see Jayden.  Jason, Mason, Bryce, Steven, and I walked into Jayden playing a video game, with his muscle ass facing the entrance.  I use all my training not to dive in and eat his bubble butt.  Bryce yelled at Jayden over the loud game, Jaden paused his game.  He rolled over to face us. He had a throbbing hard cock.  He apologized for his morning wood and then asked us how we resolved the “mom problem.”  I told him what I did, he smiled.  “Guys, my eyes are up here,” Jayden said.  We were all staring at his precum-dripping cock.

The group of us went over to Jayden’s bed, asking how he was feeling.  He laid back, said it was probably time for another pain pill.  His cock was standing up and drooling on his well-defined abs.  Jason left to get a bottle of water for Jayden.  Again, Jayden said, “guys, my eyes are up here.  If you can’t concentrate while I have this thing, I can cum, and that should bring it down.  I would go to the bathroom, but Dad said I couldn’t leave the bed.

Jayden started to stroke his cock, giving the group of us a show.  We sat with cock drooling, watching this stud work his cock.  He was obscene in his technique. Each stroke, Jayden would go into more detail on how much he loved us watching him.  To everyone’s surprise, Steve straddled Jayden’s hips.  Steven pulled his thong to the side and sank Jayden’s cock into his hole.  Jayden moaned, “finally, one of you gets the point.”

We all stripped down; Jason latched onto Steven’s cock.  Mason helped Jason take his pants off.  Jason dove into Mason’s exposed ass.  He started sucking and tonguing Mason’s hole.  Mason was moaning with pleasure.

I took off my suit, forgetting about my butt plug.  Bryce commented on it.  I told him it was holding Mason’s cum in my ass.  Bryce took the plug out.  He started sucking out any traces of Mason’s seed.  Mason buried his cock into my throat. I could still taste dried cum from earlier.

Jayden:

Mom had stopped her screaming. I assumed Dad was writing her another check.  I decided to play a video game.  I pushed my covers to the end of the bed; it was warm, no one had turned on the Air Conditioning.  The surround system at the fire station made playing games a lot more fun.

I had not gotten up to have my morning wank in the bathroom. My cock was hard and looking for release.  While usually my cock came first, today I was more interested in my game.  I did not hear the group of men come up the stairs.  When I heard Dad yell, I stopped my game.  I expected it to be Dad and Steven, not the entire complement of the town’s emergency services.

My cock started leaking again.  The thought of an audience during a wank was always a turn-on.  I would play with these men and see how far things would go.  When they were all around my bed, I started my show.  I was working my cock, eating my precum, a general cock tease.  I was doing the same things I did in the mirror when I jerked one out.

My show had more of an effect than I planned.  I felt Steve’s hole slide down on my cock.  My only rules I had on sex were, consenting adults and everyone has a good time.  I had never put my cock into a guy’s hole.  The cliché of “it’s better than pussy,” they are simply different.  Steve’s hole was one of the best things I had ever felt around my cock.  The fuck frenzy that Steve started was only making things more erotic.  Fucking Steve was hard on my injured body.  Dad saw I was in pain and dislodged Steve’s hole from my cock.  Dad sat down on my cock.  There was something about seeing my cock disappear into my Dad’s hole, and it was more than I could take.  I was clawing at the sheets to hold back my orgasm.

The sight of my father riding caused the other men to stop and watch the show.  They all stood around my bed while my Dad worked my cock with his hole.  “You guys need to feed Dad your loads.  It was a rough morning; he needs the protein.”  I said with a manipulative grin.  “Keep riding my cock, till each one has fed you their load,” I said to Dad.  He nodded his understanding.  One by one, each man dropped their load into my father's open mouth.  I didn’t see that he wasn’t swallowing them.  I started to blow my load into my Dad’s guts.  When Dad felt my orgasm, he leaned down and kissed me.  He fed me all the loads from the other men in the room.

I would always eat my cum, never tasting any other man’s cum.  The taste of seed from my father’s mouth was a new level of pleasure.  Once my balls had emptied themselves, Dad moved his cock to my face.  Without a word, I sealed my lips around the head, his fresh hot seed spilling down my throat.

Jason:

Once the fuck fest was finished, we all headed to the shower.  Jayden started to get up; his Dad rebuked him.  I offered to give Jayden a sponge bath if he wanted.  Jayden instantly agreed.  The sponge bath would give me a few minutes alone with Jayden.

I was spending my nights in Eric’s bed.  I knew how much Eric likes having someone in bed with him.  I was happy to do it, but I knew I wasn’t what he needed.

There was something about Jayden, not just physically.  He wasn’t as big as Malik, but he could easily be a muscle and fitness cover model.  While he was good to look at, there was something that drew me to him.  I got a couple of bowls, all with warm water and only one with some soap.  I proceeded to was the hunk.  Several times through the process, we would lock eyes.  I knew I felt something, but I couldn’t tell if he was as well.  I washed every inch. Once I finished, Jayden asked if I could answer a question.  “What is the family strain?  I also heard Steve say to Dad that cum tastes better if it’s poz.”

I didn’t know how to answer.  I didn’t know if I should answer.  I suggested Jayden talk to his Dad.  Jayden knew that conversation would be too much for him to have with his son.  I recommended Jayden come up to the ranch once I am all healed.  Till then, focus on getting better.

[Skanman]

Please Sir, may we have some more ??

More hot piggy family fucking 🐷

Will Jayden, Bryce & Steven all end up with the family strain ??

[pozpopperpig]

You never disappoint my friend!  Another great chapter!  OINK!

[Guest]

Part 57

Jackson:

I had waited a couple of weeks before contacting the fire station.  I wanted to go down with my boys, but Jayden needed time to heal.  I could tell that boy followed his dick everywhere.

I called the firehouse; I wanted to see how they were holding up through their transition.  The family incest dynamic was new for them.  It would take time for them to find their “groove.”.  “Hello,” the man on the other end of the phone answered.  I knew it wasn’t Bryce or Jayden.  “This is Jackson; I wanted to see how everyone was doing?”  I asked the new voice.  “We are doing well.  We are figuring it all out, but it’s going well,” I asked if they wanted to have dinner at the ranch this coming weekend.

Steve gave me a counteroffer.  Jacob, Jake, and I should come down to the firehouse.  Steven enjoyed cooking.  As a “thank you,” he wanted to make us dinner.  I asked what he meant.  Bryce had told Steven about what happened in the basement, getting Bryce past his fear.  Steven said he would talk to Bryce and figure out a day we could all get together.

Jayden:

My wounds had closed.  The skin was still tight and mildly painful when I moved around.  I was not allowed back in the gym and didn’t know how I felt about the scars.  I enjoyed my body and worked hard to get it.  These were large and deep scars that ran across my chest to just below my ribcage.  Dad said he would pay for plastic surgery should I decide to remove them.

Most people don’t know that my Dad and Uncle Steven come from a family of extreme wealth.  I never asked how it came to be, dad never told me. I knew it was old money but didn’t come from anything nefarious or immoral.  Dad never talked about it or “flashed his cash.”  Dad was an honest and hard-working man.  He lived within the financial constraints of his job.  The only time I saw him splurge was on his truck and when I needed something for school.  I wasn’t a spoiled “rich kid,” Dad made sure I had everything I needed, which included a work ethic.

The relationship between Steve, Dad, and I was an evolving one.  It was evolving and changing, finding its footing.  The only sexual encounter with Steven and Dad was after mom’s visit.  Dad and Steven had become a little more comfortable about their relationship.  With the new bed, they could sleep together every night.  Occasionally I could hear them fucking, trying their best to be quiet.  I wished they made more noise.  It would be an excellent way for me to pump out a load.  I enjoyed a nighttime cum snack.

Jason had started making regular appearances at the Fire Station, using the well-equipped gym.  Dr. Nick hadn’t approved me to start working out again.  The strain on the skin might open the closed wounds.  I would hang with Jason while he hit the weights hard.  I was looking forward to when we could work out together.  I wore clothing to the gym as it was in view of the cameras.  Jason liked to shower before he left.  I think he enjoyed putting on a show, hoping I would join him.  The thought had crossed my mind, but something held me back.

Eric:

I was making headway as the new Mayor. The job wasn’t that hard as the town wasn’t that big.  I was careful not to abuse my power by giving “special consideration” to the ranch.  I asked Mrs. Betty to see what the community wanted for their town and what I could do to help.  I knew Mrs. Betty would get the town’s gums flapping.

Malik knocked on my door.  I knew he was in the building. I had heard him in Shane’s office.  He asked if I had a second to talk.  I asked Malik if it was the town, family, or personal business.  He smiled, “it’s personal.”  I moved to close the door. He said it wasn’t that personal.  “What’s on your mind?” I asked Malik.  “You,” he replied in a flat tone.  “Can you be a little more specific? I have been busting my ass in the gym.  I recall you taking my ass a few times in the gym.”  I replied with a grin.

“You are getting your ass back, and you are looking good.  I think it’s time you start dating.”  I had either fucked, or lived with every gay man in town.  I hadn’t worked my way through the fire department yet, but there was time.  “Who did you have in mind?”  He had my utmost attention.  “A friend of mine is coming up for a long weekend.  I think you two should have coffee or something.  You have been sleeping alone for too long.  I know you have frequent family visitors to your bed, and no one could replace Chris, but you should move on.”  He had a point.  I agreed to the date.  I didn’t know anywhere to take him but Mrs. Betty’s.  Malik smiled, “I will make all the arrangements.”  I questioned what he was going to arrange.  “You need to make a good first impression.” He said as he walked away.

Steven:

I waited till Bryce was gone and Jason wasn’t around; I need to talk alone with Jayden.  That afternoon of sex and pig play was fun, but there were things left unsaid.  Jayden and his father had talked about my relationship with Bryce; Jayden and I had never talked about it.

Bryce had gone up to the ranch.  He was overseeing the plans for some forest cleanup around the property.  He would be late; I would fix dinner for Jayden and myself.  I went up the stairs to talk to Jayden.

I saw Jayden on his bed, cock throbbing in the air.  His body was already covered in cum, but he was far from done.  I left to give him some privacy.  I heard him call out, “Uncle Steve, come here.  I want to show you I can cum from just my nipples.”  I happily went over to the stud, working his nipples, his balls tight.  He was ready to blow.  I put my mouth around his cock, Jayden instantly unloaded into my mouth.  I sucked out every drop and cleaned the seed on his stomach.

After I swallowed the cum, “I didn’t’ come up here to service you. I wanted to talk.”  Jayden smiled, “you did service me; what did you want to talk about.”  “You and I have never talked about my relationship with your Dad.”  I was a little nervous that Jayden would come out with hidden anger about me taking his father away from him.  Jayden had a mischievous grin saying, “I understand.  Dad has a great ass, but you have been lusting for mine.  You can’t stop thinking about what my virgin hole.  You have called my name while fucking my father.”  The little fuck was being funny.  I hit him with a nearby pillow.

“I want to know if you are ok with your father’s and my relationship.  You finally have your dad without your mom, and now you are sharing him with me.  I understand if that makes you upset.  You and I have always been close, you can tell me how you feel.”  I waited in silence while Jayden contemplated his answer.

Jayden took a deep breath.  “You love my dad, and he loves you.  You both deserve to be happy.  I am thrilled dad has someone; he has been locked up with my mom long enough.  The only thing that bothers me about this arrangement is the two of you sneaking around.  This fire station is your guy’s home.  Once Dr. Nick clears me for work, I was going to see if the ranch needed me.  I thought of finding a job then moving out.”  I knew Jayden moving out was the last thing Bryce wanted.  I knew Bryce felt guilty for not leaving Jayden’s mom sooner.  She was never nice to Jayde, treated him like a burden, not her son.

I needed clarity with Jayden. If he was moving out because of Bryce and me, that wasn’t good for anyone.  “You are thinking of moving out because you want to, or you think your dad and I would be more comfortable without you here.”  Jayden was honest.  “I think you guys would be more comfortable, not having to sneak around to be intimate.”

The doorbell rang, the feed from the camera came up on the screen.  There was Jake holding bags of food from Mrs. Betty’s.  I threw on some shorts and headed down to get Jake.  When I opened the door, Jake said, “I bring food and wisdom.  Tonight, I am here to feed you and be your guide to the world of incest love.”  Jake’s timing was oddly perfect.  Jake was wearing a crop top and some very small shorts.

I got plates, and we dished out the food.  Sitting at the fire station dining table, Jake told the story of his family.  He didn’t hold anything back, including that he and Jacob were chasers.  I was afraid of Jayden’s reaction.  He was an intelligent kid, and he would realize that Bryce and I were thinking about chasing.

There was a glint in Jayden’s eye.  I knew his mind had latched onto something.

Jayden:

Ever since I had felt Steven’s and dad’s hole working my cock, I realized then I was gay.  I spent some time online with porn, figuring out what turned me on the most.  A lot of Treasure Island and Dick Wadd movies made me nut the hardest.  I had come to grips that I was a dick pig.  I wanted to be the blindfolded hunk in a bathhouse getting railed, pissed, spit heavy kisses, a cock slick from fucking numerous holes, and my hole loose and sloppy with cum.

I decided it was time for me to be blunt with Steven.  I loved Dad and him to the ends of the earth, but their insecurity was getting annoying.

“Jake, can I ask you a favor?”  Jake shrugged his shoulders, “any time about anything.”  Can we go upstairs, and you fuck me like a pig bottom should, then after you plant your seed, hose me down with your piss.  Before you give me an answer, I want a wet and sloppy kiss.”  Jake started to object, and I knew why.  “I know about the family strain, and you are going to fuck it deep into my guts.  When I convert, I will get a scorpion tattoo with your initials in the design.  Now take my virgin ass, and give me your poz load.”  The two just stood there stunned.  “I know my etiquette, and I cleaned out for this.”  Jake looked at Steven for permission.  “He isn’t my dad, and I am over 21, so you want to knock me up?  I could drive up to the ranch and put myself face down and ass up on the porch.”  Jake replied, “let's go upstairs.”  I set up my phone to record the event.  I wanted a memory of my pozzing.  Steven still didn’t know what to do.  “You can watch, or you can skull fuck me, your choice,”  I said in a commanding tone.  Steven shook his head and followed Jake and I upstairs.

We got to my bed, and Jake lubed up his cock and my hole.  He was being a gentleman in giving my ass a chance to adjust to its first cock.  I had become more of a pig than they knew.  I slammed back on Jake's fat cock.  The waves of pain and pleasure were overwhelming, and it was all I could do to not cum.  I turned to Jake, “fuck me hard, without mercy.  I have seen you stare at my ass, now destroy it, poz fucker.”

Jake gave me precisely what I wanted.  A brutal fucking.  I knew there was no going back, and I wanted to live my life as a poz sex addict.  I begged Jake to fuck me deep, plow my hole and plant his seed.  Steven was pounding my throat, making me create a large puddle of drool on the floor.  I heard Jake and Steven share a sloppy kiss.  I slammed myself back and forth between Jake and Steven’s cock.  I couldn’t get enough of being a true sex pig.  Jake and Steven both unloaded into me.  I could feel Jake’s large poz load coating my insides.

Steven recommended we all shower before Bryce gets back.  I agreed, we went to the community showers.  I sat down on the tile floor.  Steven didn’t understand why, but Jake did.  Jake pulled his cock out and started to hose me down.  Steven immediately followed.  Then I saw Dad standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch.  Dad started walking toward us, losing clothing as he went.  Dad picked up the bottle of lube and covered his cock.  He stood behind Steven, and Dad impaled him on his cock.  Dad grunted, “from now on, we fuck as a family.”  Dad didn’t last long before unloading into his twin.  Once dad had emptied the contents of his balls into Steven, he turned Steven around.  Dad looked at me, “eat your dad’s cum from my twin’s hole.”  I sucked every drop of dad’s cum from Steven’s hole.

We all showered and went to sit and talk.  I told the three my progression into wanting to be a sex pig.  The relief on dad’s face and his rock-hard cock told me we had finally moved past the tension associated with his relationship with Steven.  Jake educated all of us about the family strain and what to expect with my fuck flu.  Dr. Nick would help me through it.  The flu was rough, no one ever died, and the outcome was worth it.  Dad asked for one thing, that I convert him, and he would convert Steve.

All this talk got us all horny again.  We became a writing pile of insatiable man sex until there was a ring at the doorbell.  The image from the camera appeared on the screen; it was Jackson and Jacob.  The laying of seed into my hole became an all-night event by the two brothers and their father.  The three careful to only seed my ass.  The brothers and their father were determined to be responsible for my corruption.

[infoseekeruk]

As always fantastic looking forward to the next instalment

[Guest]

Part 58

Jayden:

It was early in the morning, and I woke up to the sounds of Dad and Steven fucking hard and heavy.  The incident in the shower flipped a switch. Dad and Steven never stopped fucking and breeding.  The two knew how much I love watching them fuck.  They didn’t worry about hiding their activity; now, they made a spectacle out of it.  I learned the two were very verbal piggy fuckers.  They constantly talked about getting knocked up.

It was a little early for me.  I turned over to watch but didn’t walk over to join.  I enjoyed seeing Dad with his legs in the air and Steven pounding his hole.  Dad and Steven had gone back to their old way of being identical.  They mirrored each other in dress, hair, and body hair.  On more than one occasion, I had mistaken them.  However, that was usually when one of them was brutalizing my hole.

They always enjoyed the twin thing, and they knew that it sent the family into a frenzy.  More than a few times, they would go up for “fire safety checks” at the ranch.  I knew they were giving “twin shows” in the pigpen.  However, none of the family touched them.  The family respected how the twins wanted their conversion.

Dr. Nick had finally cleared me to go back to the gym.  Dad agreed, only if I had a trainer.  Dad knew I could not help but push myself.  He hired Malik to slow me down, making sure I didn’t do more harm than good.

Today I started my training with Malik.  I grabbed the keys to my new SUV.  Dad purchased himself a new truck and me an SUV.  I knew what he bought me wasn’t cheap; he wasn’t trying to “flex.”  He purchased the SUV with the most intelligent traction and safety features available.  I think he would have bought me an actual tank if he could get away with it.  Dad still wouldn’t talk about what happened to me in the forest.  I knew the overpriced SUV was his peace of mind.

I opened the door, and Malik was standing there about to ring the bell.  He was in a compression shirt, painted onto his sculpted frame, and compression leggings.  He wore shorts over the leggings when he was in public.  Malik’s bulge was substantial on its own.  He wore a thick steel cock ring that only made the bulge bigger.  “I thought we would do your training here.  It gives me an excuse to get out of the gym in town.” He said with a smile.  I could tell he was giving his cock a rub through the pockets of his shorts.  I let him in and showed him to the workout area.  Malik took off his shirt and shorts and took me to the weight bench.  I mentioned to him about the cameras in the fire station.  He told me not to worry about the camera facing the gym; Eddy had the stream from that camera secured.  For insurance, it had to be on but not recording.

Malik gave me a good workout, careful to work around the muscles under my wounds.  We were doing our cool down.  Malik said Dad had taken care of the training costs.  However, it was customary to tip a trainer when they come to your location.  I headed upstairs to get my wallet.  Malik followed me.  I started to pull out some cash; Malik pushed my money back into my wallet and tossed it on the floor.

“I meant the “tip” of your cock, followed by the rest of that meat, ending with you blowing what few neg loads you have left into my hole,” Malik clarified.  I dropped several loads in Malik’s big muscle butt.  After I gave him my last one, he sat on my face.  “Eat out your neg loads.  Let me know if you taste Shane’s poz cum; he seeded me on my way here.”  Malik said as he mounted my face.  I wasn’t sure why we did this in the shower till I felt his warm piss covering my body.

Jacob:

Jake, Dad, and I had always been close, sharing the bug, men, and our beds.  We had taken it for granted, and it was just part of our lives.  We often how lucky we were.  The twins getting lost in each other, the passion and fire made me miss that same connection with my father and brother.

I talked to dad about scheduling a camping trip for the six of us, a weekend of incest sex, getting back to our roots.  Dad liked the idea, but we would need to find a new location.  He was certain Bryce wouldn’t be comfortable with Jayden in the woods.  Dad tried to explain what it was like to be a father and see your son bleeding on a table.  I would do some research to find a location, maybe a bed and breakfast or a resort.  I wanted a place where we could be pigs without hesitation or hindrance.

Then it hit me; we could go to the bathhouse and the hotel.  Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any more surprises, and we could have some fun.

Dean:

Jacob asked me about going to the club for a long weekend.  It was a great idea and a chance to drop in on the place.  I didn’t offer to go with them.  This trip was about fathers, sons, and brothers sharing bodies and love.

Ashton:

I overheard Dean’s conversation with Jacob and realized it had been a while since Dean and I had some couple’s time.  We decided on a bed and breakfast about four hours from the ranch.  I booked tickets for the long weekend.

Malik:

The idea of couples pairing off and heading out for the weekend was making its way through the family.  It sounded like an excellent idea; maybe Shane and I could finally plan our wedding.  We decided to go a gay clothing optional resort a few hours away.

Mason:

Jason, Wes, and I decided to take a camping trip into the mountains.  We were all skilled marksmen, not worried about any aggressive wildlife.  It would be good to getaway.  I knew Wes hadn’t experienced everything the mountains and valley had to offer.  He had asked me to take him camping.

Eric:

Everyone had paired off for a long weekend, leaving me at the ranch alone for the next several days.  I was looking forward to a relaxing and quiet weekend.  I cleared all my calendars, giving me the weekend completely free.

Friday early morning, everyone set off. They wanted to be down the mountain and out of the city before traffic.  Everyone finally left, and silence fell over the house.  I was still in my robe; I went up to the bathroom to cleanout.  There wasn’t anyone to fuck me, but poppers and one of Eddy’s monster dildos sounded like a fun way to spend an afternoon.

I fixed my breakfast, ate, then did the dishes.  I still loved B horror movies, made some popcorn, and tucked into the couch to watch my movie.  The movie came to its usual anticlimactic end, and I had eaten the last of my popcorn.  My mind was starting to give in to the demands of my body.  My hole remembered the promise of stretching.  I went down to Eddy’s office and selected his “medium” size dildos.  I retrieved the play sheets, poppers, and elbow grease from the pigpen.  I turned on some porn and went to work on my hole.

The first toy slipped into my hole easier than I expected.  I was more of a slut than I thought.  This one was good, but my hole wanted something more.  I went back to Eddy’s office.  I found one of his “large” toys.  This monster was both thick and would go deep into my guts.

I took the dildo back to my play space in front of the TV.  I had over half of the monster dildo in my hole when the doorbell rang.  I forgot to turn the motion sensors back on after everyone left.  I hollered, “Be right there!”  There was a large slurping, suction sound as the dildo left my hole.  I reached back and felt my puffy and hungry ass.  I cleaned the lube from my hands, put on my robe, and went to the door.

There stood a beast of a man, easily over six feet.  His fire-red hair and emerald green eyes, against his lighter skin, was an enchanting combination.  The time this guy didn’t spend getting a tan he spent in the gym.  He wore a button-down shirt and dark wash jeans with dress boots.  I stood in shock for a moment.  “Hello?” the man said.  I snapped back to reality.  I am looking for Malik; he had someone he wanted me to meet.  The color drained from my face.  This hunk was the guy Malik wanted me too meet.  He was well put together, and I was in a robe with a sloppy hole.

I remembered my manners and welcomed him inside and asked if he wanted anything to drink.  He was polite, “I can come back later; I am in town for the weekend.”  I offered him a beer and went off to call Malik.  I went into the back guest bedroom and dialed Malik.

“Hey Eric, enjoying the place to yourself.  Do you miss us already?”  “No, there is a man in the house, looking for you about someone you are going to introduce him to.”  I yelled in a soft tone.  The phone went dead.  I tried calling back, and it just went to voice mail.

I went back outside to check on my guest. He was on the phone.  I could tell by the conversation it was Malik.  The man put the phone on speaker and set it on the table.  Malik apologized for not being here, “Robert meet Eric, Eric meet Robert.  My job is done, you boys misbehave,” Malik ended the call.

Robert put his hand out, “Nice to meet you.  People usually call me Robby.  I am Robert to my mom.”  I was about to shake his hand when I realized I hadn’t washed all the lube off yet.  I excused myself to wash my hands.  I came back and said, “pleasure to meet you.”  “If this is a bad time.  I can come back tomorrow…”  I stopped him.  “This is a great time. Let me put some clothes on.”  Robby smile, “it’s your house, be comfortable.  Malik gave me highlights of how things go around here.  Besides, I can see your cock, and I don’t mind the view.”  I turned three shades of red.

He asked why we had moved up here and what we did at the ranch.  I offered Robby a tour of the house and the grounds right after I put some clothes on.  Robby gave me a warm smile, “sounds like a lovely evening.”  I rushed upstairs, wiped the excess lube from my hole.  I put on a pair of club jeans with the zippers in the ass and a well-fitting polo shirt.

Robby was standing in front of the TV, looking down at my previous activities.  He saw me freeze at the bottom of the stairs.  “You clean up nicely.  It also looks like you get piggy as well.”  I felt like a kid caught by his mother.  I tried to explain they were Eddy’s, and he must have left them out.  I stopped; Robby nor I believed the bullshit I was saying.  I told him I was stretching my hole when he showed up.  Robby smiled, looked at the toys, “everyone has to start somewhere. I remember when these were a challenge.”  I was speechless, “I am a big guy, with a big deep hole.  I love it shoulder deep.”

“Have you ever had dinner by a bonfire while the sun goes down and the moon comes up?”  He looked at me, “a pig and a romantic, woof.”  He asked about the gun. I don’t think he was entirely comfortable about it.  I told him it was to protect from aggressive wildlife.  We had a mother bear with young cubs on the mountain.  The only thing I had ever shot was targets when I was training with Mason.

We built a fire, and I called Mrs. Betty’s.  She said it would be up before dark.  Malik had already called her.  I smiled and put down the phone.

Robby and I spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other.  He had his share of a good and hard life.  We talked openly and honestly about the good things and the bad.  I told him about how the family came to be, my late husband and Chris.  He asked if I was ready to get back into the dating scene.  I smiled, “I have done my grieving, and I am more than ready to move on.”  Robby smile, “I am glad to hear it,” as he moved in for a kiss.

We were two horny pigs alone in the moonlight.  We did what any sex addicts would do on a first date.  He sat on my arm while my hole swallowed Eddy’s monster dildo.  We spent the night changing positions.  He had a monster cock and knew how to use it.  He flooded me with cum several times over.  By the time we finished, it was almost two in the morning.  Robby started getting dressed.  “You just going to fuck me and leave me?”  I said in a playful tone.  Robby smile, “what would you like?”  “I would like you to stay the weekend.  We can continue to get to know each other inside and out.”  Robbie got into bed, pushed his half-hard cock into my sloppy gaping hole, and we fell sound asleep.

[pozpopperpig]

OINK!  So happy Eric might have a new man in his life!?

[Skanman]

Sounds like Robby might fill that empty hole in Eric’s life ?? 😜😜

I’m certain many holes will get filled anyway 😂😂

Love this story !

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

Awesome as always @Navi38

[Guest]

Part 59

Eric:

I woke up early with Robby pulling me into his chest and whispering “good morning” into my ear.  My cock was hard, and we started moving around.  I stopped the pending fucking, “would you mind if we don’t do this?”  Robby formed a rejected look.  “No, I want to do this.  I would like this to be just you and me for a bit.  I love my family, and they want nothing but the best for me.  I am not going to hide anything, but they don’t need all the details.  What I am trying to get at, I want to see where this goes.”

Robby pulled back the covers, “I should take a shower and head out before anyone gets home.”  I stopped him.  “They aren’t coming back today; it’s a long weekend.  No one will be home till Monday evening.”  Robby started to get out of bed again, and I stopped him.  “Where are you going?”  I was going to clean up for the rest of the day.  “You can clean out, but those musky pits are all mine.  Your scent is intoxicating.”  Robby smiled, “you like my musk?  Then here, have a taste.”  He lifted his powerful arm, putting his hand behind his head.  I licked clean Robby’s exposed pit.

I knew we were going to get hot and heavy fast.  Both of us loved being pigs but like being clean inside.  We each took a bathroom to clean deep; it would be a hog heaven kind of day.  I hadn’t talked to him about being poz.  We did have condoms in the pigpen if he wasn’t on PreP.  I didn’t want to end a good time potentially.  If there was something here, it would be built on honesty and never hiding anything or holding back.

Robby:

I hadn’t seen Malik since his last day at the gym.  The place was never the same without him.  I was still a patron but missed his cock in my hole.  I had seen on social media that he was engaged.  I sent him congratulations, which I am sure got lost in the flood of others.  I could see from the pictures he posted he was genuinely happy.

I had a few fuck buddies; they were also fitness enthusiasts and neg.  I was not too fond of condoms, both on me and in me.  The guys I played with weren’t into the intense hole play I was and always wore rubbers.  I would cum, but it was more of an obligation than having a good time.  I started hitting the bathhouses and sex clubs, finding the occasional hole pig.  Only a couple of times I found a guy that knew how to make me sloppy.  I would let guys fuck me and dump loads. I didn’t use rubbers, and PreP made me sick.  I knew it was a risk, but a risk I willingly took.

The only person I felt comfortable talking to would-be Malik.  After a couple of years, I called his cell phone number.  I was sure he would have changed it, but I was surprised when I heard his voice.  He still had my number on his phone.

We spent over an hour on the phone catching up; he told me his family's story and why he left the gym.  I had never heard of anyone chasing “the bug.”  He told me about the properties, Shane, Chris, and the rest.  It was a story of a family finding their way.  I stayed silent listening to his story; the tale enraptured me.  I don’t know why, I said it, “Is Eric single?”  There was a long pause.  Malik said, “he is an incredible guy. I hope you don’t think he is damaged goods.”  “We are all damaged goods, but he sounds like the type of guy I would like to meet.”  Malik, “I will call you back tomorrow.  Either way, I will see you this weekend.  I will try to arrange a date with Eric, or it can be a fun time with the family at the ranch.”  I happily agreed.

I didn’t spend much time in the sun.  Being a “ginger,” I knew the son was never my friend. I spent several hours in the gym and the rest at my home on my computer.  I was a government contractor in cyber-security.  They never made me an official employee. It kept me from getting strung up in the political machine and “off book.”  My job was cyber threat management and security.  My name was often just a redacted bar on reports; even then, it wasn’t my real name.

I loaded up my car with clothes for the weekend.  I decided to head up Thursday night, then to the ranch on Friday.  I got a call very early Friday morning; there was work I needed to handle immediately.  It would take me all day; I would make it to the ranch in the afternoon.  I turned off my cell when I worked.  It was a standard security measure.

I finished my task.  I took a long shower and deep cleaned my guts.  I wore casual clothing that showed off my body.  I liked to make a good first impression.  I got into my car and headed up to the ranch.  I thought it strange there was only one car, considering how many people lived here.  The place was a little quiet.

I almost turned around but figured while I was here.  I got out of the car and rang the doorbell.  I heard a man call out.  At least someone was here.  This stud came to the door, his robe barely.  When he offered me a drink, I knew the faint smell of elbow grease in the air.  I knew when a man was working in the middle of something piggy.  I assume he was alone, and I didn’t hear anyone else in the house.  He wasn’t expecting guests, and I had interrupted a good time.  I would pound my beer and let the man get back to his fun.

The man exited the room.  Before he came back, Malik called me.  Malik was apologizing, telling me about the last-minute decisions of everyone going out of town.  He had forgotten that I was coming up.  The man came back into the room.  Malik had me put the call on-speaker and made the introductions between Eric and myself.

Eric went up to change, and I noticed the toys in the living room.  I could guess he was full of elbow grease. I wished Eric was stuffing my hole with these toys.

The rest of the night was magic, from dinner by the fire to the pig sex. Eric was an incredible host and a genuine pig.  I think Eric thought guns made me nervous when he brought the rifle. It was people I didn’t know with guys that made me nervous.

The following day when Eric told me he wanted it to be just the two of us, I got worried.  I kept secrets for a living.  Eric explained why..  He didn’t want a secret; he wanted time.  I came from a large family, and they were supportive when I came out.  I loved my family, but I understood there could be too many voices in one room.

I finished my cleanout before Eric finished his.  There was a message on my phone.  It was from work; they needed my help on a project.  I had left my laptop at the hotel.  I could do the task in an hour, I only needed a computer.  Eric emerged from the bathroom.  I asked, “This is work.  Do you have a computer I could use for an hour?  I don’t want to leave, but this is urgent.”  Eric went and got his laptop.  It would work but take twice as long.  I asked if he had anything with a bit more “power.”  Eric gave me an odd look, and he took me to Eddy’s home office.  This kid had some impressive stuff. I could make short work of the request.  I hoped Eddy wouldn’t mind me hijacking his network for an hour.  I asked Eric if I could have some privacy for just a moment.  He agreed with apprehension.  I could understand if a guy you didn’t know, asking to use someone’s computer and you couldn’t stay to watch.

I allocated all of Eddy’s computing resources away from the town and ranch.  I could finish in thirty minutes.  There was a notification that someone at one of the agencies was asking questions, specifically involving me.  I did a quick trace and found it was an agent Wesley stationed on this mountain.  I didn’t think to check for an FBI agent stationed on a mountain in a town that hosted a gay sex ranch.  I assumed that Eric called Wesley based on my strange behavior.  I understood.  I finished my work and restored Eddy’s system’s to their original state.

I went back into the main house; Eric was ending his call.  I smiled, “was that Wesley?”  Eric gave a strange look.  I could give him just enough information to put his mind at ease.  I called Wesley’s phone through a secured application.  He answered immediately.  “Wesley, I received a notification that you were asking about me.  We worked on project thirty-seven together.  I did tech support.”  That was all I could say to Wesley or anyone else.  Wesley simply said, “I am sorry, I understand,” and ended the call.  Eric’s phone rang. I assumed it was Wesley.  Eric’s face relaxed with assurances from Wesley.

I said, “do you mind sitting on the porch and talking.”  Eric replied, “you want tea or coffee?”  “Tea would be perfect.”  The two of us sat on the porch and talked about everything.  Eric understood I could only tell him a little of what I did. He understood I couldn’t give him much detail.  We shared the stories of our lives; we laughed and cried.  The morning was starting to give way to afternoon.  Eric asked if I had met Mrs. Betty.  I didn’t know who he was talking about.

We went upstairs to get dressed.  Eric made a joke, handing me a comical size butt plug I could wear to dinner.  He didn’t want me to “tighten up.”  He stopped laughing when he saw my hole swallow it, and I put on my pants.  I had a wicked grin, Eric had a drooling cock.  This could be the start of something good. I was careful not to let my emotions get the better of me.  I had been hurt a few too many times.

I had a couple of serious boyfriends that broke my heart when they cheated.  I didn’t mind if we fucked other people; love and lust can be two separate things.  The one thing I can’t abide by were lies.  I kept enough secrets. I couldn’t handle lies.

Wes:

When I got the call from Eric telling me about the man he was with at the cabin.  I had several concerns.  I didn’t like the idea of Eric and a strange man at the ranch alone.  That terrible night at the ranch made these men both my bothers and my charge.  I loved them fiercely, and none of them would ever be in danger again.  I got off the phone and told Mason what Eric said on the phone.  We started to pack up camp and go back to the ranch.  The secure communications application on my phone rang.  Those calls only came from the actual shadows of the intelligence community.  I answered the phone, and the person with Eric gave me all the information I needed to know Eric was more than safe.

Mrs. Betty:

I was in the kitchen when Samantha, my daughter, came bounding in.  It was a busy dinner hour.  The chef and I were working together, easily keep up with the rush.  I liked when we were busy.  My chef was a man I met on the cruise line, and he could cook for hundreds without breaking a sweat.  He had a lot of receipts that would put mine to shame.  Samantha was standing in front of me with a huge smile.  I looked up, “out with it, child, I am busy.”  “Eric is here, and I think he is on a date!”  “Get them a table and take them some sweet tea and cornbread.  Tell Eric, and his friend are staying for pie.”  I replied.  The thought of Eric no longer alone caused me to take a moment to wipe a few tears.  I loved my boys.  Samantha was plating cornbread and pouring tea, “you're not going to have one of your famous ‘pie talks’ with Eric’s new man.”  “Child, I raised you better than that.  Of course, I am.  Now go take care of our guests.”

Samantha:

The ranch and the family were the best things to happen to this town.  I was starting to get annoyed.  They were all hot gay men; a girl has needs too.  I knew mom had the group family email address.  I would send an angry note and demand a man for myself.

I would serve at the women’s birthday parties where the ranch boys were the “entertainment.”  I took the two hunks a serving of cornbread and sweet tea.  I told Eric that mom said he was to stay for pie.  I would love to hear Eric explain mom’s “pie talks.”

Eric:

When I heard that Mrs. Betty would have pie with us, I knew that would make or break anything with Robby.  Robby asked me to tell the story of Mrs. Betty. There was a lot more than just her being the owner of the diner.

The story of Mrs. Betty started from the first day we came to town; she had celebrated and supported my family.  She was there when I wasn’t.  She loved me even when I couldn’t love me.  I finished telling him the stories of Mrs. Betty.  There was tear coming down Robby’s face.  He said, “That is an incredible woman; it would be my privilege to have pie with her.”

Mrs. Betty:

I waited till Samantha brought the boy’s plates back to the kitchen.  I cut three pieces of pie and headed to meet Eric’s new friend.  The man sitting with Eric was as impressive a specimen of any at the ranch.  If I weren’t a happily married woman, I would have the same feelings as my daughter.

I approached the table, and the man stood up and introduced himself.  He had manners, but it was easy to tell he was hiding a lot.  The two told me how they met and how Malik had screwed it up.  It made for a good story.  I wanted to know what Robby was hiding.  I hated skirting a topic, he would answer my question honestly or leave my diner.

“Robby, you seem like a nice man.  I have to admit I feel like you are not telling me the entire story.  You have to understand; these boys are like my family.  I won’t see them hurt.  You know the FBI is on this mountain.”  It was a bit of a threat, but I was Eric’s “mamma bear” whether he liked it or not.

Robby replied, “you are right, Mrs. Betty I am a man with a lot that I don’t talk about, and I can’t.  I do a lot of work with Wesley, and he can vouch for me.  Everything that I have told you is true. The only thing I don’t talk about is my job.  Mrs. Betty (he took my hand), Eric is a good man, it’s my honor to spend time with him.  I don’t know how he feels about me.  But I promise you here today at this table. I would never hurt him.  I might have secrets, but I don’t lie.”

This boy caught me off guard.  I hoped Eric could see what he had in Robby.  I could help things along.

I asked, “Robby, how long are you going to be in town?”  “I was planning on staying the weekend, but I work from home.”  That was the perfect answer.  “What do you say about staying through till next weekend.  The town’s summer social at the ranch is next weekend.  Eric, our Mayor, hosts it every year.”

Robby smiled, “I can extend my stay.  I can work from my hotel room.  That is if the Mayor wants me to?”

Eric:

Through dinner, we continued to get to know each other.  The thought of the giant plug in his hole would make my cock twitch.

When Mrs. Betty sat down for pie, I knew it was her show.  I sat back while she extracted information from Robby.  The bomb she dropped about the town social next week.  That was news to me.  I knew she was serious about keeping Robby around.

Mrs. Betty hadn’t been wrong yet.  If she wanted Robby to stay around, then I should agree.  It is safe to say my decision-making skills haven’t been the best over the past couple years.  I thought about asking Robby if he wanted to stay at the ranch.  I thought that might be moving a bit fast for him.

Robby:

This thing with Eric was moving a little fast; something inside told me to enjoy the ride.  The only problem, I only had clothes for the weekend.  I knew I wouldn’t need clothes for the rest of the night once we got back to the ranch.

When Eric and I were on the porch, he told me why he didn’t fuck me.  He explained the family strain.  He offered condoms if I wanted him to fuck me.  I had never worn a condom and had numerous guys dump loads in me.  I was surprised that I wasn’t poz already.

I am old enough to know there isn’t “love at first sight.”  However, pigs can fall in love over a weekend.  I asked if would fuck me wrapped for the moment.  Eric didn’t hesitate to honor my request.

If I were going to stay, I would need to talk with “Wesley.”  I would also have to apologize to Eddy for re-routing his cameras to my private server farm.  I set it to look like the service provider was having internet issues with the ranch.  “They were working to repair the problem.”

Eric:

We got back to the ranch.  I poured two glasses of ice tea and watched the sun go down.  We stayed away from alcohol because the ass play tonight would be the stuff of legend.

Talking to Robby was like talking to an old friend.  We sat on the porch. He put his arm over my shoulder.  He knew what he was doing.  That opened his pit, letting his musk reach my nose.  He moved close and kissed me tenderly.  “You know that monster plug has turned my hole into a cavern.  Tonight, I am yours to have in any way you want.  Use me, or tell me how you want me to use you.  No rules, no hesitation, no holding back.”  He pushed me into a passionate kiss, his tongue driving into my mouth.  He started working my nipples.

I broke the kiss.  I escorted Robby around to the side of the house, to a large screened-in extended port.  It is an outdoor play space; it allowed us to play outside without all the woods' bugs trying to join.  There was a door that led into the main house.  I told him to strip and asked what size cock ring he usually wears.

I collected toys, lube, poppers, cock rings, play sheets, and put on some music.  I went back outside, and Robby was sitting on the rim chair waiting for me.  I asked if he wanted me to eat his ass.  “Once we get set up, I will show you my party trick.”  I had a feeling Robby’s party trick was similar to Eddy’s.

We finished setting up, and he went back to the rim chair.  I was about to put my head under his ass.  He told me to wait.  Robby exhaled, and the enormous plug hit the floor with a thud.  He moved the plug, “now get your face under there.”  I pushed myself under the rim chair.  His hole was hanging open. He let it hang open after the plug.  Then his massive prolapse came down into my waiting mouth.  I sucked and worked his prolapse.  Robby orgasmed quickly but told me to keep going.  The more I worked his hole, the more orgasms he had.  I realized he was having ass-gasms, his cock was bringing up mostly precum with small amounts of seed.

Robby sucked his prolapse back into his ass.  He helped me up from underneath the rim chair.  He explained he would have fifteen to twenty ass-gasms a night.  It became my mission to find every way to push his buttons.  We changed positions.  I was sitting on his chest, leaned over, exposing my hole.  He immediately starting sucking on my twitching pucker.  I pulled his legs up, his hole still hanging open.  “You ever close things thing?” I asked him.  Robby pulled his face from my ass, “not if I don’t have to, I love having a huge hole.”  I shoved my face into his ass, his hole almost the size of my open mouth.

I spent time eating and fisting his massive hole.  There wasn’t anything it wouldn’t swallow.

Robby picked me up and spun me around.  We were face to face.  Our faces wet from eating ass.  We shared an intense kiss.  He looked into my eyes.  “Make love to me, Eric, don’t fuck me, make love to me.”  I had a condom open and quickly put it on.  They weren’t my favorite, but he was worth it.  I slid into him; the latex around my cock didn’t stop the electricity we both felt.  We made love that night under the stars.  I filled the condom with my load, and he watched me drink it down.  Robby’s stomach was soaked from his numerous orgasms.  We shared another deep kiss.

Robby:

Eric discovered all the way’s my hole could orgasm.  He took perverse joy in pushing all my buttons.

Something switched in my brain. I was falling for him.  When I asked him to make love to me, he showed me his integrity and honesty.  I would have let him breed me, but I had asked we use rubbers.  His wrapping up told me he was serious about having something meaningful.  Watching him drink his load from the rubber only made my cock harder.

I rolled him over, placing him face down on the bed.  I kissed his neck, rubbing my cock along his trench.  The head of my cock teasing his hole.  I wrapped my cock and easily slid into him.  Lightening struck again.  The passion and lust flowed between us.  I knew at that moment; I would spend the rest of my life with Eric.

Eric spent the rest of the evening exploring the depths of my hole.  He was almost shoulder deep in my ass.  His arm put me in hog heaven.  My cock never stopped drooling.  The play sheet was wet with my cock juice.

Eventually, we both started getting tired.  Eric went into the house, came back with regular sheets and blankets.  He asked if he wanted to sleep under the stars.  I said, “I can sleep anywhere you want.”  I hoped that didn’t cross a line.  I felt Eric push his body back into mine.  He loved being the “little spoon.”

We both drifted off to sleep, not realizing the sun was coming up.  We had played on all night.

Jayden:

I woke up Monday morning not feeling well.  I knew I was coming down with the fuck flu.  I mentioned to dad that I wasn’t feeling well.  Steven and my father quickly packed up, and we headed back to the mountain.  Dad called Dr. Nick.  Dr. Nick would have everything ready to get me through the flu.

Eric:

I heard people coming into the house.  I didn’t understand why they were coming home so late on Sunday.  No one was due back till Monday night.  I looked at my phone. Robby and I had slept all day.  It was Monday night.

I heard Malik’s voice, “you boys want coffee or a nightcap?”  Robby stirred, looked at his watch, and then Malik.  Robby said, “It’s what you think it is, and can we talk after we have a shower?”  Malik replied, “meet us for family coffee on the porch once you pigs have washed off.”  I wasn’t quite awake yet.  I felt myself floating; it was warm and comforting.  I realized Robby had carried me upstairs when my feet touched the bathroom tile floor.

We finished our shower, I tossed Robby shorts and crop top.  The shorts wouldn’t go over his thighs.  I gave him a jock.  We went out to the porch.  The entire family was silently waiting.

I looked at Jackson, “how was your weekend?”  Jackson replied, “it was good. Jayden is coming down with the flu.  Who is your new friend?”  Robby introduced himself to the family.

Eddy said, “It looks like you guys raided my toy shelf.”  I apologized.  “We are family; those are as much yours as they are mine.  Sex toys are community property.”  Eddy looked at Robby, “did you see my office.  I don’t know if you are into computers.  I am more than happy to give you a tour.  I have this small mountain town connected with some of the best tech around.  Wes shot me a look, telling me not to answer.  Robby replied, “it’s looked like you have a serious rig. I would love to see it.”  Robby held true to his word, secrets but never lies.

The rest of the evening, everyone got to know Robby. He was skilled at dancing around what he did for a living, just leaving it at “tech stuff.”  I knew Eddy would be eager to show off his computer and his sex toys.

Malik:

Shane and I were the first to the ranch, only by a few minutes.  I saw what I assumed was Robby’s car.  It was a new model of what he drove before.  When I found the two asleep in the outdoor play space, my heart skipped a beat.  Eric had been alone too long.  The two looked at home wrapped in each other’s arms.

When Eric told me that Robby had passed Mrs. Betty’s pie test, I knew a new family member was on the horizon.

Dean:

I stood in the office when the officer told Eric his husband died in a car accident.  I was there with Chris to save Jason, and I was there when Chris died.  Now, I am here to witness Eric love again.  Ashton was holding me tight. I knew he was holding back tears of joy.

When I found out I had to plan a town social for next weekend, I had an idea.  The marriage of Malik and Shane had been pushed back enough.  I would talk to Jake and Mrs. Betty about merging the events.  I knew the two didn’t want something big and formal.

Jacob:

I remember seeing Eric talking to Chris.  I remember the joy in Eric’s eyes as he gave Chris his first orgasm in decades.  I remember the joy in Eric’s eyes at his wedding at the club.  I saw the same joy in his eyes as he sat cuddling Robby.

Wes:

Robby and I would be in for a highly uncomfortable conversation.  I would have a thousand uncomfortable conversations for Eric to keep the joy he found.