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Thanks for the welcome back. I'll be posting a new chapter Sunday, Christmas day. It'll be Christmas themed, and will be from Dominic's perspective, taking place around 2008. You'll meet the man who was Dominic's 25th tally mark. 

Yes, Lewis is coming soon. I promise. 

I'm curious, for Jay, who would you rather be his gifter? Will or Alan? I'm torn. I'd love the feedback. 

Thanks. 

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It can develop in an interesting way for both plots: with Will as Jay's gifter, it's his first conversion, and their brotherly bond becomes stronger -this is my favourite-; if it's Alan, Will might become jealous... Till he could discover Alan is a family member too, as he's one of Dominic's conversions. These are my 2 cents

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38 minutes ago, Heir2012 said:

Thanks for the welcome back. I'll be posting a new chapter Sunday, Christmas day. It'll be Christmas themed, and will be from Dominic's perspective, taking place around 2008. You'll meet the man who was Dominic's 25th tally mark. 

Yes, Lewis is coming soon. I promise. 

I'm curious, for Jay, who would you rather be his gifter? Will or Alan? I'm torn. I'd love the feedback. 

Thanks. 

Looking forward to Christmas morning!

 

as for Jay, surprise us - Christmas is all about surprises! 😜😈💦☣️

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Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) 

December 2008

I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck.

I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm.

We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays.

Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended.

As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa.

“Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen.

As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste.

I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief.

With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead.

“Fuck.”

Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly.

“Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning.

“Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.”

“You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.”

“There’s no sign,” I said.

“Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.”

“I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily.

“Is there another bathroom?” I asked.

“Only for employees,” he said.

“Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it.

“Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge.

I nodded.

“You can still go,” he said.

I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.”

“Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.”

“It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.”

“Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back.

He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?”

I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply.

“I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?”

“Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.”

He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?”

“I’m ready to burst,” I said.

He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked.

My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry.

His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls.

“You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned.

My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.”

I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back.

“What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?”

“Of course,” I told him.

“Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole.

My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.”

“I ONLY top,” I told him.

He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.”

“I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.”

He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.”

I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.”

“With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half.

“Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.”

“I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body.

He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together.

“Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.”

“How naughty?” I asked, playing along.

“Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.”

“How about some of the fathers you saw today?”

“A few,” he said.

“Me too,” I told him.

“You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.”

I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.”

Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate.

“Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.”

I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge.

“Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.”

“You want it?”

“Fuck yeah!”

I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?”

“I do!”

“You want to be my twenty-fifth?”

“Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant.

“Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.”

“Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!”

“FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me.

“From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.”

“I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.”

“My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.”

I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue.

“Happy with my gift?” I asked him.

“We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock.

I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating.

“I’m Nick,” he said.

“Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow.

“You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.”

“Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.”

“Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.”

“Never,” I told him.

**

Four Weeks Later:

I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice.

“How’s my favorite Santa?”

I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass.

“The holiday rush is over,” he said.

"So, no more Santa?"

"Unless you want him back," he told me.

"I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me."

"Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.”

“Ready for another round?” I asked him.

“Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.”

“What of?” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.”

I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. 

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This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story.

Enjoy. 

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Part 24: Jay Arrives

“Will, I’m poz.”

My brain shut down, these three words, while simple, were too difficult for me to process. “You’re what?”

“I’m poz,” he said again.

“You’re… but… I…”

“I know we left everything off a bit… awkward,” he said, cutting me off, “but I don’t want us to break off communication again. It would kill me if we did.”

“I don’t want that either,” I told him. “But, Jay…”

“I’ll be in your area in a few days, and I want to stop by to talk. I also want to meet your guy.”

“My guy,” I said, watching as Domonic walked back into the room, dick swinging low. Some cum from Peter's ass was still on the tip. “Yeah, I think he’d love to meet you.”

“I’m ready to meet him, too,” he said. “My hole is ready, too.”

“Right, yeah,” I said. “Your hole. Because you’re poz now, so you can.”

“Who’s poz?” Domonic asked. “I’ve lost track of the guys we’ve fucked.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Jay,” I said, watching as Domonic’s face lit up. “Bye.” I ended the call, my head swimming.

“Jay’s poz?” Domonic exclaimed.

“Apparently.”

“That’s incredible,” he said, a huge smile on his face. “Isn’t it?”

“I… don’t know,” I said.

“Will, I know you’re angry that he tricked you into fucking him with a broken condom,” Domonic said, “but it sounds like he really wanted this to happen.”

“I can’t believe I pozzed him,” I said. I thought of the night we were last together, the fear I had felt once I saw the broken condom and saw Jay's smile. “Now he’s coming here. Shit, is he going to bring his boyfriend?”

“He has a boyfriend?”

I nodded. “They met in a park. Scratch that. They fucked in a park.”

“Fuck, I need to meet your brother,” Dominic said.

“Well, it looks like you will,” I told him. “I can’t believe this.” I sat down on the bed, noticing that my cock was hard again, already dripping pre-cum. I’m so perverted, I thought. Admittedly, there was a part of me that wanted to see him again, and a part of that was sexual. Yes, I wanted to fuck him again, and now that he was poz, I didn’t have to worry about pozzing him… because I already did. “Fuck, this is a mess.”

“Do you think he pozzed his boyfriend?” Domonic asked, his own cock growing. “Or, maybe, his boyfriend pozzed him and you didn’t.”

“Is that possible?” I asked.

“Could be,” he said. “You don’t know how long he’s known. It may not have been you who pozzed him. Maybe you only… pushed him where he’s always wanted to go.”

“It is something he’d do,” I said. Jay even said that he took risks when it came to sex. That was the reason he tricked me in the first place.

“And do you know what we should do?” he asked, leaning over me, pinning me down to the bed, his erection dripping pre-cum down into my pubic hair. “We should be doing what got you pozzed in the first place.”

**

I felt sick leading up to Jay’s arrival. I was excited to see him, but everything involving his pozzing made me nervous. While pozzing Pastor Kline had been the goal, a goal we worked hard to score, pozzing Jay had not been. Even Peter was different with his fucking Lewis and Pastor Kline trying to get his son’s dick in his ass. Everything with Jay made things complicated.

I looked down at my arm on which a newly tattooed tally mark looked up at me. While neither Domonic nor I checked to see who had truly gifted Pastor Kline, it didn’t matter as I had been the connection between Pastor Kline and the life he had always wanted. His conversion was my doing.

“Be proud of this mark,” Domonic had said as soon as he finished the mark. “Be proud of the fucker you’re becoming.”

While I liked the fact that Jay wanted to be closer to me, and while sex with him was incredible, I didn’t want my first pozzing to have been him instead of Pastor Kline. It still felt wrong.

“Still nervous?” Domonic asked, coming up behind me and kissing me neck, sending chills throughout my body. Domonic had thought it would be fun to surprise Jay naked. While I liked where his mind was going, I had to convince him to meet Jay wearing clothing… at first.

“Extremely,” I told him. “After this, I’ll need you to fuck my brains out.”

“Happily,” he said. “Maybe Jay will join.”

Before I could answer there was a knock at the door, and my stomach turned. I tried to step forward, but I was frozen.

“I’ll get it,” Domonic said, kissing me again.

Calm down, I repeated to myself, closing my eyes and trying to slow my pounding heart. I heard voices chatting, their increasing volume a countdown.

“So, you haven’t been here before?” Domonic asked Jay, a suitcase behind them.

“No one in the family has been here,” Jay said. “I’m the first.”

“You’re the first in more ways than one,” Domonic joked.

Jay smiled, catching my gaze. “Hey, Will.”

“Hey, Jay,” I said, stretching out a hand.

“Come on, Will,” Jay said, pushing my hand away and hugging me. “You’ve had your dick shoved up my ass. I think we can do better than shake hands.”

My dick jumped slightly at the memory.

“Feels like you remember,” Jay said with a smirk, his hand squeezing my ass. “I’ve missed you.”

“You too,” I said.

Jay looked me over and then scanned my apartment. “So, you two living together?”

“Not yet,” Domonic said.

I gave him a look which clearly said, “What the fuck?”

“It’s not that easy,” I told Jay.

“Why not?” Jay asked, finding a seat on the couch. “Alan and I have been fucking for only a few weeks, and we’ve been living together almost the entire time.”

“Tell us about Alan,” Domonic said, urging me to join them in the living room.

“He’s a great guy,” Jay said. “He’s hot. He’s fit. His cock is huge. He’s the type of guy any parent would be horrified to have their kid dating. And, before you ask, no, we aren’t anything serious. We love fucking, and we bring other guys in to fuck with us. We love fucking outdoors, especially if we could get caught. We’re just having fun. I don’t know if it’ll last.”

“But you’re poz?” I asked, finding my voice. “You’re sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” Jay said. “I was sick and then got tested.”

“And what about Alan?” Domonic asked, covering all the questions he knew I needed to know. “Is he poz, too?”

“Sure is,” Jay said, winking.

“Because of you?” I asked. “Or, was he already poz when you first fucked?”

Jay shook his head. “You’re still upset, aren’t you? Will, come on. I said I’m sorry. What I did with the condom was stupid, but I’m not sorry that I did it. I wanted nothing between us, especially a condom. Now you have this fear that you’re the man who pozzed me acting like a barrier between us. Well, there’s no need. We checked. Alan is my gifter, not you. It’s his strain.”

“Are you sure?” Domonic asked.

“I knew Will would ask,” Jay said. “We checked. My ass belongs to Alan.”

“That’s great news,” Domonic said. “Right, Will?”

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as I stood up and jumped on top of Jay, bringing his lips against mine, kissing him deep. All the anxiety I had stored up over the weeks since I’d last seen Jay disappeared, replaced instead with a burning longing to have Jay’s naked body pressed against mine.

“Fuck,” Jay said once I let him come up for air. “I’m glad I checked.”

“Me too,” I said, a stupid smile stuck to my face.

“Should we relocate this welcoming to somewhere more conducive to group fucking?” Domonic asked. “I’d like a crack at your brother as soon as possible.”

“I’m game,” Jay said.

“Then let’s go,” I said, climbing off him and pulling him back toward my bedroom where Domonic was already opening the door, ready to fuck us both.

“Maybe we should invite everyone over,” Domonic said, pulling his shirt and pants off in record time.

“How many men are you two fucking?” Jay asked, his clothes also nearly gone.

“Several,” Domonic told him. “Working on converting a married man right now. We’re about to include his 18-year-old student.”

“If he agrees,” I added.

“Oh, he’ll agree,” Jay said, grabbing my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear, my cock springing up to meet his watering mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip, sending chills down my spine. “Fuck, I missed your taste.”

“Watching two brothers fuck,” Domonic said, coming around behind me, massaging my shoulders. “There’s nothing hotter.”

“Except having you join in,” Jay said, admiring Domonic’s body. “Will, I’ve been desperately waiting for you to fuck me again, but I’m hoping you won’t mind if your boyfriend fucks my ass first?”

“Fine by me,” I told him. “I think I’ll find some use of your mouth.”

“Fill him up on both ends?” Domonic asked. “Meet in the middle?”

“We can try,” I told him.

Jay jumped on the bed, his ass hanging out over while leaving enough room for me to be over his head. Jay’s body was just as amazing as I remembered it. As I climbed onto the bed, my hand ran along his muscles, feeling his warm skin.

“I’ll go in first,” Domonic said, jerking his cock to life. “Will, I want you to fuck his throat after. I don’t want your dick in his mouth when I shove inside his ass. He’ll bite your cock off.”

“Open him up first,” I told Domonic.

Domonic inspected Jay’s hole and smiled. “He doesn’t need me to,” he said. “Looks like your brother has been working his hole open pretty well.”

“I had to,” Jay said, looking up at me. “I knew I wanted Will’s dick again, and I needed to be ready for him. That, and he said that your cock is a monster.”

“A monster ready to ravage,” Domonic said as he started eating Jay’s hole, sending my brother’s body into a quaking fit.

I jerked off watching Domonic and Jay, seeing the two men who meant the most to me in the whole world finally together. A jolt shot up through my ass, causing me to jump. I looked down and found Jay’s hand on my ass, his middle finger pushing at my hole.

“Mind if I massage your prostate while your boyfriend eats my hole?” Jay asked. "Alan does it to me all the time. It feels great."

“Go ahead,” I told him, leaning down and kissing him.

Jay stuck his finger into his mouth and wet it, returning it to my hole. Slowly, he pushed it inside, moving around in search of my prostate.

“Ready?” Domonic asked, squirting some collected cum from the fridge on his cock.

“Shove it in me hard,” Jay growled, looking up at me. 

“I fucking love this family,” Domonic said, smiling. He grabbed Jay’s legs and lined up his cock, nodding to me. In a swift thrust, he buried the entirety of his length inside Jay, causing my brother’s finger to disappear into my ass, hitting my prostate.

My head was thrown back as his finger curled, pushing down, sending powerful waves of pleasure throughout my body. At the same time, Jay’s back lifted off the bed, his face contorted as Domonic’s dick stretched his hole to new widths and lengths.

“Fuck,” Domonic cried, watching as we Ryder brothers rode the waves of pleasure shaking our bodies to their very core. “This is going to be fun.”

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I'm splitting this chapter in two because it was too long. I'll try to get another chapter up next week, and then I'll need to take a Sunday or two off. 

For anyone upset that Will isn't the one who pozzed Jay, don't worry... 

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