King of the Twinks

[daddybear54]

KING  OF  THE  TWINKS

 

 

Prologue

 

 

The four of them stood in a line, shoulder to shoulder, arms wrapped around each other in unity and condolence.

 

Four pairs of eyes stared solemnly at the small oaken casket which held the ashes of the fifth of their group, dead at the ripe old age of 26. None of them were weeping now. They had all cried themselves out over the last three nights, crying themselves to sleep, some of them repeatedly waking up from dreams or nightmares to cry again.

 

Next to the casket stood a framed photo. Terry, as they all remembered him – as they wanted to remember him. The bright, blue eyes, the shock of brown hair tumbling over the forehead, the flashing smile which had grown so rare in recent months, the fair skin, the tattoo of a soaring eagle which he’d so proudly displayed on his shoulder. Here he was shown in his element. The picture was taken on Santa Monica Beach, and that was significant. The beach was always the one place where Terry had felt at home – and at peace.

 

Around them, the soft murmur of voices rose and fell. The room was full of men, all members of the WeHo gay community who had known Terry or had known one or another of his friends in the close-knit little group who had once lived together and called their condo “Twink Heaven.”

 

They were Terry’s true family, his chosen family, these four young men. Like so many gay men, Terry had been thrown out of his original family’s home, flushed out the door on a torrent of hateful words spouting from his parents’ self-righteous mouths. Two of the four survivors knew where Terry’s birth family lived but had made no effort to contact them. Those people had no place here. This was a time for those who had truly known Terry, who had cared about him and loved him as the man he was.

 

A fifth, somewhat older, man came forward hesitantly to stand at the side of the group. With no word spoken, the four immediately divided and then re-formed into a group of five with the older man in the centre. The arms of the younger men on either side were wrapped around him, holding him close in their shared grief. His eyes were red with the combined effects of sleeplessness and weeping.

 

The youngest of the group, just a week shy of his 23rd birthday, stood at one end of the line and stared at the picture and the casket – but his mind was elsewhere. Was it really only six years since this whole chapter of his life had been set in motion? It seemed far longer – nearly half a lifetime, and in some ways it really was that. He had changed so much from the naïve kid he’d been to the uncomfortably experienced man he’d become. Of course, they had all changed – but the youngest had unquestionably changed the most thoroughly and dramatically. He’d been an immature 17 when he'd arrived in Los Angeles; now, his life adventures had caused him to grow up a long way, very quickly, and had blessed (or cursed) him with wisdom far beyond his years.

 

He let his memories run backwards to that memorable first year.

 

 

Chapter 1:  The Naughty List

 

 

“Richard!” His mother’s voice, with its annoying, insistent nasal whine, drifted up the stairs. “Hurry up and come downstairs. Your cousins are here.”

 

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as only a teenager could do. Then he raised his voice. “Be there in a couple of minutes, Mom!”

 

He rolled off his bed, stood up, and began pulling on his clothes, willing his hard-on to subside – that bit of exercise would have to wait for later. He carefully tucked away the photos of the older athletes at his school, especially that hot hunk of a water polo player who fuelled so many of his steamy fantasies. He picked out one of his neatest shirts, and a pair of freshly-pressed dark trousers. Running a comb through his tousled blond hair, he decided he could pass muster, and headed out, remembering to close the door of his stereotypically messy teenage bedroom behind him.

 

“Oh, good. Here he comes now.”

 

He could never understand why his mother thought he and his cousins would get along. They were older by seven and nine years, and he shared no common interests with them. Will was a typical college athlete (“dumb jock,” as Richard always said to himself) and while Will’s older sister Sara was always kind to him, her kindness was leavened with the patronizing air of someone who was humouring him to keep their respective parents happy.

 

There followed the usual desultory conversation. Richard had to admit that his dad had done a neat trick with slipping him a well-spiked glass of punch while his mother’s back was turned, dropping a wink and a grin as he did so. Sara and Will caught it too and grinned equally broadly.

 

Richard was most looking forward to meeting his uncle. He hadn’t seen Uncle Lee, his mother’s younger brother, for six or seven years, but he’d always felt comfortable around him. Lee arrived about 20 minutes later, and Richard registered something which hadn’t meant so much to him when he was only nine years old – his uncle was unmarried. Had never been married either, judging by the way his mother immediately began teasing her younger brother with the “We’ll have to find you a nice girl” line.

 

As the rest of the guests, most of them family, rolled in and the house filled up, Richard drifted into a conversation with Uncle Lee. He found that the older man’s deep voice was making him quiver, and he noticed, as he never had before, just how handsome and well-built his uncle was.

 

The party continued along predictable lines, with presents being exchanged, some carol singing, and far too much food. Richard had to admit that, as annoying as she could be at times, his mother had surely outdone herself, masterfully roasting two turkeys in her dual ovens, and producing a huge assortment of home-baked pastries and cakes for afters.

 

Later in the evening, as the dreaded turkey hangover settled over the company, he’d headed for the washroom, to find it occupied. No problem. He’d just go to the upstairs bathroom. Arriving there, he found that door closed too. But then, from behind the door, he heard an unmistakable moan – and then the sound of a familiar voice saying, “Oh, yeah, push that thing into me.” It was his cousin, Will.

 

Richard was shocked, yes, but unmistakably turned on too. His tool grew to a rigid full length in his pants in seconds, and he stood there rubbing his bulge as he listened to the voice of his aroused cousin, and the loud slapping sounds  which followed. He caught a low growl of “Keep it down, boy,” but couldn’t identify that voice. By now, he had snaked his hand down into the front of his pants  and was playing with his erect, slimy cock. After another minute, his curiosity got the better of him, and he went to his room, coming back with a coat hanger which he slid into the tiny hole, popping the lock on the door. He heard a loud, “Oh, shit!” from inside as he swung the door open.

 

The two men had frozen on the spot with that classic deer-in-the-headlights look. Both were completely naked, their clothes lying in scattered heaps on the floor around them. Will was sitting up on the counter top between the twin washbasins, his legs lifted up above him and resting on the shoulders of the other man whose muscles were flexed and clenched as he pressed his hand over Will’s mouth while he jammed his hips hard up against Will’s bare butt and thick, muscular thighs.

 

The other man. Uncle Lee.

 

Richard closed the door behind him and locked it again, then turned back to face the other two in all their naked and sweating glory. “Well, you don’t have to stop now,” he said with a chuckle. He then yanked down his trousers and briefs, releasing his rigid tool, already quivering with lust and dripping wet.

 

Then Richard took a first really good look at the body of his uncle. His original estimate from a couple of hours earlier had fallen far short of the mark. Lee sported an incredible chiselled physique, with a just-right amount of fur across his chest and down the treasure trail to the target zone – where the root of his cock was just visible, outside the straining ring of Will’s asshole. Just as Richard added all those assets up, Lee resumed his fucking motions, unable to resist pumping Will’s ass until he’d bred the younger man with his seed. Richard just stared in awe as the entire length of Lee’s tool slid out until only the head remained hidden, trapped inside the tight ring of flesh.

 

Will let out another moan as Lee plunged back into him, but Richard was consumed with trying to imagine what that enormous man meat would feel like inside his own ass. It had to be nine, if not ten, inches long, and thick with it. Dead straight, no hint of a curve or bend, that monster had to be hitting everything in range on the way up inside Will’s chute. Richard was speeding up his jacking motions in sync with Lee’s rapidly accelerating thrusting, and as Will was also yanking his cock faster and faster, it became obvious that everyone was going to cum – soon.

 

Lee hit the finish line first, slamming into Will’s fuckhole at lightning speed and then abruptly freezing up, deep inside the hole, as his cock fired the first shot of his sperm deep into his nephew’s tight butt. He then kept rabbit-punching Will’s ass, driving each bolt of cum as deeply inside as his huge tool could reach. That set Will off, and his cock swelled up in his hand, and then blasted off all over his sweaty face, heaving chest, and tightly clenched abs.

 

That left Richard. He’d started later than the other two, of course, but he was rapidly making up for lost time. But his uncle had other thoughts. “Get over here,” he hissed, and as Richard stepped towards him, Lee pulled out of Will’s ass and dropped to his knees, grasping Richard’s straining cock and sucking it deep into his throat. Lee pumped up and down on Richard’s tool three times and then Richard let it fly, pumping the hugest load of his young life into his uncle’s mouth. Lee gulped and swallowed as fast as he could go, but still had to pull off for a second to clear his throat, and then went back down on Richard whose cock was still squirting like a mad thing.

 

When Richard finally stopped blasting off, Lee turned back to Will and applied his eager mouth to cleaning up the sticky mess that was dripping slowly down from Will’s hole and about to fall onto the floor and leave an unexplainable stain on the bath mat. While he was doing that, Will reached out to pull Richard over to him and began giving his younger cousin his first-ever man-to-man kiss. The sensation was so arousing that, almost before Richard realized what he was doing, he was busy jacking his cock off again and shooting a second load all over Will’s abs as Will busily showed him how men shared tongue with each other.

 

“Lick it up and let me taste it,” Will said, and Richard eagerly dived down, sucking up all the mingled sperm off Will’s taut abs before resuming their eager kissing. Just as they were swapping all that cum between them, the door suddenly popped open again. It was Richard’s dad.

 

The three sprang apart, with variations on “guilty as charged” written all over the three faces.

 

“I wondered where you three had gone – but I think I just found out.”

 

With that, he closed the door again and left them to digest what had just happened.

 

Ten minutes later, three guys with sheepish expressions came in a line down the stairs. In the kitchen ahead of them, they could see clearly that the summit meeting was already under way – Richard’s father and Will’s father talking earnestly while the two mothers sat at the table, holding hands and sobbing.

 

“Just come in here a second, please, fellows.” Richard’s father spoke with his customary polite tone, but the voice had an edge of steel in it. The three of them filed into the kitchen, and then lined up to face the summary judgement of the tribunal.

 

A few minutes earlier, Richard had already been thinking that he would never forget this Christmas as long as he lived. Now, the realization was dawning on him that nobody else would ever forget it either – or, more accurately, be allowed to forget it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[TwinkChaserSlut]

4 hours ago, daddybear54 said:

KING  OF  THE  TWINKS

 

 

Prologue

 

 

The four of them stood in a line, shoulder to shoulder, arms wrapped around each other in unity and condolence.

 

Four pairs of eyes stared solemnly at the small oaken casket which held the ashes of the fifth of their group, dead at the ripe old age of 26. None of them were weeping now. They had all cried themselves out over the last three nights, crying themselves to sleep, some of them repeatedly waking up from dreams or nightmares to cry again.

 

Next to the casket stood a framed photo. Terry, as they all remembered him – as they wanted to remember him. The bright, blue eyes, the shock of brown hair tumbling over the forehead, the flashing smile which had grown so rare in recent months, the fair skin, the tattoo of a soaring eagle which he’d so proudly displayed on his shoulder. Here he was shown in his element. The picture was taken on Santa Monica Beach, and that was significant. The beach was always the one place where Terry had felt at home – and at peace.

 

Around them, the soft murmur of voices rose and fell. The room was full of men, all members of the WeHo gay community who had known Terry or had known one or another of his friends in the close-knit little group who had once lived together and called their condo “Twink Heaven.”

 

They were Terry’s true family, his chosen family, these four young men. Like so many gay men, Terry had been thrown out of his original family’s home, flushed out the door on a torrent of hateful words spouting from his parents’ self-righteous mouths. Two of the four survivors knew where Terry’s birth family lived but had made no effort to contact them. Those people had no place here. This was a time for those who had truly known Terry, who had cared about him and loved him as the man he was.

 

A fifth, somewhat older, man came forward hesitantly to stand at the side of the group. With no word spoken, the four immediately divided and then re-formed into a group of five with the older man in the centre. The arms of the younger men on either side were wrapped around him, holding him close in their shared grief. His eyes were red with the combined effects of sleeplessness and weeping.

 

The youngest of the group, just a week shy of his 23rd birthday, stood at one end of the line and stared at the picture and the casket – but his mind was elsewhere. Was it really only six years since this whole chapter of his life had been set in motion? It seemed far longer – nearly half a lifetime, and in some ways it really was that. He had changed so much from the naïve kid he’d been to the uncomfortably experienced man he’d become. Of course, they had all changed – but the youngest had unquestionably changed the most thoroughly and dramatically. He’d been an immature 17 when he'd arrived in Los Angeles; now, his life adventures had caused him to grow up a long way, very quickly, and had blessed (or cursed) him with wisdom far beyond his years.

 

He let his memories run backwards to that memorable first year.

 

 

Chapter 1:  The Naughty List

 

 

“Richard!” His mother’s voice, with its annoying, insistent nasal whine, drifted up the stairs. “Hurry up and come downstairs. Your cousins are here.”

 

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as only a teenager could do. Then he raised his voice. “Be there in a couple of minutes, Mom!”

 

He rolled off his bed, stood up, and began pulling on his clothes, willing his hard-on to subside – that bit of exercise would have to wait for later. He carefully tucked away the photos of the older athletes at his school, especially that hot hunk of a water polo player who fuelled so many of his steamy fantasies. He picked out one of his neatest shirts, and a pair of freshly-pressed dark trousers. Running a comb through his tousled blond hair, he decided he could pass muster, and headed out, remembering to close the door of his stereotypically messy teenage bedroom behind him.

 

“Oh, good. Here he comes now.”

 

He could never understand why his mother thought he and his cousins would get along. They were older by seven and nine years, and he shared no common interests with them. Will was a typical college athlete (“dumb jock,” as Richard always said to himself) and while Will’s older sister Sara was always kind to him, her kindness was leavened with the patronizing air of someone who was humouring him to keep their respective parents happy.

 

There followed the usual desultory conversation. Richard had to admit that his dad had done a neat trick with slipping him a well-spiked glass of punch while his mother’s back was turned, dropping a wink and a grin as he did so. Sara and Will caught it too and grinned equally broadly.

 

Richard was most looking forward to meeting his uncle. He hadn’t seen Uncle Lee, his mother’s younger brother, for six or seven years, but he’d always felt comfortable around him. Lee arrived about 20 minutes later, and Richard registered something which hadn’t meant so much to him when he was only nine years old – his uncle was unmarried. Had never been married either, judging by the way his mother immediately began teasing her younger brother with the “We’ll have to find you a nice girl” line.

 

As the rest of the guests, most of them family, rolled in and the house filled up, Richard drifted into a conversation with Uncle Lee. He found that the older man’s deep voice was making him quiver, and he noticed, as he never had before, just how handsome and well-built his uncle was.

 

The party continued along predictable lines, with presents being exchanged, some carol singing, and far too much food. Richard had to admit that, as annoying as she could be at times, his mother had surely outdone herself, masterfully roasting two turkeys in her dual ovens, and producing a huge assortment of home-baked pastries and cakes for afters.

 

Later in the evening, as the dreaded turkey hangover settled over the company, he’d headed for the washroom, to find it occupied. No problem. He’d just go to the upstairs bathroom. Arriving there, he found that door closed too. But then, from behind the door, he heard an unmistakable moan – and then the sound of a familiar voice saying, “Oh, yeah, push that thing into me.” It was his cousin, Will.

 

Richard was shocked, yes, but unmistakably turned on too. His tool grew to a rigid full length in his pants in seconds, and he stood there rubbing his bulge as he listened to the voice of his aroused cousin, and the loud slapping sounds  which followed. He caught a low growl of “Keep it down, boy,” but couldn’t identify that voice. By now, he had snaked his hand down into the front of his pants  and was playing with his erect, slimy cock. After another minute, his curiosity got the better of him, and he went to his room, coming back with a coat hanger which he slid into the tiny hole, popping the lock on the door. He heard a loud, “Oh, shit!” from inside as he swung the door open.

 

The two men had frozen on the spot with that classic deer-in-the-headlights look. Both were completely naked, their clothes lying in scattered heaps on the floor around them. Will was sitting up on the counter top between the twin washbasins, his legs lifted up above him and resting on the shoulders of the other man whose muscles were flexed and clenched as he pressed his hand over Will’s mouth while he jammed his hips hard up against Will’s bare butt and thick, muscular thighs.

 

The other man. Uncle Lee.

 

Richard closed the door behind him and locked it again, then turned back to face the other two in all their naked and sweating glory. “Well, you don’t have to stop now,” he said with a chuckle. He then yanked down his trousers and briefs, releasing his rigid tool, already quivering with lust and dripping wet.

 

Then Richard took a first really good look at the body of his uncle. His original estimate from a couple of hours earlier had fallen far short of the mark. Lee sported an incredible chiselled physique, with a just-right amount of fur across his chest and down the treasure trail to the target zone – where the root of his cock was just visible, outside the straining ring of Will’s asshole. Just as Richard added all those assets up, Lee resumed his fucking motions, unable to resist pumping Will’s ass until he’d bred the younger man with his seed. Richard just stared in awe as the entire length of Lee’s tool slid out until only the head remained hidden, trapped inside the tight ring of flesh.

 

Will let out another moan as Lee plunged back into him, but Richard was consumed with trying to imagine what that enormous man meat would feel like inside his own ass. It had to be nine, if not ten, inches long, and thick with it. Dead straight, no hint of a curve or bend, that monster had to be hitting everything in range on the way up inside Will’s chute. Richard was speeding up his jacking motions in sync with Lee’s rapidly accelerating thrusting, and as Will was also yanking his cock faster and faster, it became obvious that everyone was going to cum – soon.

 

Lee hit the finish line first, slamming into Will’s fuckhole at lightning speed and then abruptly freezing up, deep inside the hole, as his cock fired the first shot of his sperm deep into his nephew’s tight butt. He then kept rabbit-punching Will’s ass, driving each bolt of cum as deeply inside as his huge tool could reach. That set Will off, and his cock swelled up in his hand, and then blasted off all over his sweaty face, heaving chest, and tightly clenched abs.

 

That left Richard. He’d started later than the other two, of course, but he was rapidly making up for lost time. But his uncle had other thoughts. “Get over here,” he hissed, and as Richard stepped towards him, Lee pulled out of Will’s ass and dropped to his knees, grasping Richard’s straining cock and sucking it deep into his throat. Lee pumped up and down on Richard’s tool three times and then Richard let it fly, pumping the hugest load of his young life into his uncle’s mouth. Lee gulped and swallowed as fast as he could go, but still had to pull off for a second to clear his throat, and then went back down on Richard whose cock was still squirting like a mad thing.

 

When Richard finally stopped blasting off, Lee turned back to Will and applied his eager mouth to cleaning up the sticky mess that was dripping slowly down from Will’s hole and about to fall onto the floor and leave an unexplainable stain on the bath mat. While he was doing that, Will reached out to pull Richard over to him and began giving his younger cousin his first-ever man-to-man kiss. The sensation was so arousing that, almost before Richard realized what he was doing, he was busy jacking his cock off again and shooting a second load all over Will’s abs as Will busily showed him how men shared tongue with each other.

 

“Lick it up and let me taste it,” Will said, and Richard eagerly dived down, sucking up all the mingled sperm off Will’s taut abs before resuming their eager kissing. Just as they were swapping all that cum between them, the door suddenly popped open again. It was Richard’s dad.

 

The three sprang apart, with variations on “guilty as charged” written all over the three faces.

 

“I wondered where you three had gone – but I think I just found out.”

 

With that, he closed the door again and left them to digest what had just happened.

 

Ten minutes later, three guys with sheepish expressions came in a line down the stairs. In the kitchen ahead of them, they could see clearly that the summit meeting was already under way – Richard’s father and Will’s father talking earnestly while the two mothers sat at the table, holding hands and sobbing.

 

“Just come in here a second, please, fellows.” Richard’s father spoke with his customary polite tone, but the voice had an edge of steel in it. The three of them filed into the kitchen, and then lined up to face the summary judgement of the tribunal.

 

A few minutes earlier, Richard had already been thinking that he would never forget this Christmas as long as he lived. Now, the realization was dawning on him that nobody else would ever forget it either – or, more accurately, be allowed to forget it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is quite the story😛

[daddybear54]

13 hours ago, TwinkChaserSlut said:

This is quite the story😛

Thanks! Plenty more to come.

[NLbear]

46 minutes ago, daddybear54 said:

Thanks! Plenty more to come.

Don't wait too long 😉

 

[daddybear54]

Chapter 2:  End of the Line

 

 

“End of the line, kid.”

 

The big, beefy trucker’s voice had a deep growl but there was still the twinkle in his eye as Richard grabbed his backpack and opened the door. One last grope from that big paw, squeezing his ass, and Richard slid out the door and jumped down, thanking his host and closing the door. It had been a fun and eye-opening way of crossing the country from Nowheresville in the Great Lakes region to the booming metropolis of Los Angeles.

 

It was the culmination of a process that he been playing out ever since that fateful Christmas party had changed his life for good. Life at home had never been the same after that night. His father, after the initial shock, seemed prepared to accept this new aspect of his son’s personality. His mother was another matter altogether. She had shifted her ground again and again, trying all kinds of tactics on him -- to no avail.

 

“How could you do this to me and my sister – carrying on like that right at a family Christmas party in my own home???” Fountains of tears accompanied that one.

 

“It’s just a phase you’re going through. You’ll get over it and live a nice, normal life.” This in a tone much like marching orders.

 

“To think that my own son, my nephew, and my brother, would all decide that they want to be perverts and do things like – well, whatever weird, sick, dirty things you were doing up there.” Indignation mixed and mingled uneasily with sheer nosy curiosity in that speech.

 

She’d also taken to dropping broad hints about mental health, seeing the doctor, and maybe trying one of these “new therapies” where they “fix people like you who’ve gone off track.” She’d stolen his condoms, and then replaced them by slipping pamphlets about horrible diseases into his pockets after doing the laundry. One was even a classic old 1980s Christian leaflet about the new “gay plague,” AIDS.

 

Despite his lack of practical experience, Richard knew a thing or two more up-to-date than his mother, and he wondered where she’d found that museum piece. He also laughed with more than a hint of irony at her stupidity in taking the condoms away if she was really worried about him contracting HIV. Richard was unusually patient for a teenager, a characteristic he’d inherited from his father, and he was prepared to play a long game and wait out his mother’s persistent attempts to remake him.

 

Next, she gave him the silent treatment. For weeks on end, she said just as little to her son as she could get away with. When he spoke, she acted as if she hadn’t heard him. Nor was Richard’s father getting much more out of her – at least, he wasn’t getting any kind of positivity. All her care and love and attention was now being lavished on her “girls,” her two little West Highland terrier pups. She talked a blue streak to them, cuddling them, showering them with all the full blast of her maternal devotion, while her husband and son remained frozen out.

 

Richard simply carried on with school work and his intramural sports, not to mention joining the cheering section for the water polo team’s games, hung out with his friends in evenings and weekends, and did his best to ignore everything negative that his mother threw at him.

 

Not altogether to Richard’s surprise, it was his father who ran out of patience first. When he remonstrated with his wife and suggested that she back off and let her son live his own life, she had fired right back, accusing him of being a closet fag lover himself, and telling him that she at least knew what was right and she wasn’t going to let these rotten-to-the-core queers take over the planet or corrupt her son, thank you very much. And with that, the war was on. The battles raged far into the night, night after night, for well over two weeks. Richard had never heard his parents fighting as bitterly as this before. Their war of words served only to harden the resolve that was forming in his head.

 

Finally, one evening in late May, he snapped. He pulled together a few things, tossed them into his backpack, and then went down to his parents as they argued in the living room. His mother’s mouth closed with a rat-trap snap and a click of the teeth. His father looked for an instant, and then spotted the backpack and looked somewhat harder.

 

“Where are you off to at this hour?”

 

“I’m leaving.”

 

“And?”

 

“I’m leaving and I’m not coming back. Ever.”

 

“You’re not serious, son.”

 

“I am. What is there left for me in this house? My mother hates the person I am, and my father fights with her nonstop about it. At least, if I’m out of the picture, then maybe you two can get your act together and save what’s left of your marriage.”

 

His mother actually spoke directly to him, for the first time in almost two months.

 

“You’ve got some nerve, talking to your own mother and father like that….”

 

“You’ve talked enough, Mom. Now, you listen to me, and listen carefully. Your son, Richard, is gay. G. A. Y. Gay. It’s not a choice. It’s not something that was done to him. It’s a fact. I knew it long before that Christmas party. It’s a fact, and it’s not changing. All your struggles to try to change me “back,” as you think of it, have led only to you losing me – and it’s your fault, no one else’s fault but yours.” Then he turned to his father. “Thank you, Dad – for trying. I don’t hold you to blame for what’s happened.”

 

His father stood up and hugged Richard one last time. His mother sat in shock, her mouth hanging open, as he walked to the door and opened it.

 

“Goodbye.”

 

As he stepped through, his mother called out, “Richard!” in a beseeching tone. He kept on going.

 

Behind him, the fight erupted again as she broke out at his father. “Well, don’t just stand there, Carl, go and get him and bring him back!”

 

“For what? So you can keep on harassing him? No. He’s got a right to live his life in his way. I don’t like this choice that he’s made, but he’ll live with it. Face the facts, Martie. You’ve made a royal mess of this, you’ve driven your only child out of the house,  and with that, you’ve lost – completely. And you’ll have to live with it, just as Richard will.”

 

Predictably, she cried.

 

Richard kept right on walking as the strident voices and over-dramatic sobs faded on the night air behind him. A half hour later, out on the highway, his thumb got results and a passing driver picked him up to drive him to the big city.

 

Nowheresville wasn’t really the big time, of course – actually a small city of some 15,000 people, about thirty miles from the little village of East Mudhole where he’d grown up. No, those weren’t the communities’ real names, but they were the labels Richard always hung on those regrettable facts of his past whenever he was asked in later years.

 

At first, street life wasn’t too bad. He’d gotten to know some of the other street people and met some of the charity workers who went about, helping as they could. He was lucky, too, that the weather had warmed up early and was staying warm.

 

Unlike some of the street kids, he wasn’t nursing an addiction, and that made it easier to keep a small cash flow in his pocket at all times. From some of the other street folk he’d learned about the truck stop at the edge of the city, just off the Interstate. He’d gotten in the habit of heading over to the truck stop for a shower and a go at the cheap and generous buffet every week or so.

 

It was a workable life, but in a few more months the year was wearing on and the weather was cooling down again. Soon the snow squalls would begin to fly. How he was going to survive then, he couldn’t imagine. All he knew was that he’d be damned before he’d slink back home with his tail between his legs.

 

His visits to the truck stop gave him ample scope to check out the variety of truckers passing through. Some were pretty nondescript, but some were the kind of big, husky older guys who really revved his motor. He knew what he wanted, but he hadn’t managed to figure out how to land it. That all changed the night he asked a big-muscled redheaded trucker if he had any spare change, and the guy had offered to buy him a meal and let him share the truck’s sleeper for the night.       

 

When the trucker took him inside for a shower and some food first, “before we go to sleep,” he’d asked Richard the big question.

 

“How old are you, kid?”

 

Richard had instinctively rolled and flexed his butt. “Does it matter?”

 

“Well...”

 

“I’ll be eighteen in less than a month. Is that close enough?”

 

“It’ll do.”

 

Three of the five shower cubicles were free, but the big guy pulled Richard with him into the first one he came to. Richard got his first lesson in sucking dick in that shower. The man’s tool was a decent size, not gigantic, but uncut and tasty. The big redhead had been patient with Richard’s teeth once Richard told him that he was a total virgin, every way you could imagine. The trucker’s dick jumped with excitement when he heard that, and he carefully explained and demonstrated the fundamentals to Richard. After he’d blown a load down the kid’s throat (and it didn’t take long), they finished cleaning themselves, dried off, got dressed, and then went through to the buffet and got some food. While they were standing in the buffet line, Richard was getting thoroughly used to the taste of the cum in his mouth.

 

During that meal, Mitch had gotten to know a thing or two about this young blond guy and realized that he wasn’t really a typical street kid at all but a man who needed to get off the streets. By the time they’d finished their meal, Mitch had figured out that what Richard needed most of all was to get to a big city where there’d be some decent gay life to fit himself into. He told Richard that he was on a weird, multi-stop itinerary across the country -- and it would take a week, but they would end up in Los Angeles.

 

“Can I come? I mean, come with you to L.A.?” Mitch chuckled at the way Richard emphasized the pun.

 

An hour later, they were in the truck’s cramped bunk together. It was a little too crowded to make ass-eating easy, but Mitch kept wetting his fingers and then pushing and flexing them into Richard’s hole to loosen it up. As he played with Richard’s ass, his voice kept rumbling quietly into Richard’s ear. “Relax, kid, just relax – let your muscles go slack. Just enjoy the feeling.”

 

And Richard was enjoying the feeling of those fingers twisting and flexing inside him. But he also loved the feeling of this big muscular man spooning his body, kissing his shoulder and his ear, and rubbing his big tool up against the plump ass cheeks.

 

At last, Mitch said, “Okay, think you’re ready now.” He extracted his hand, placed the blunt tip of his cockhead against Richard’s hole, and began to push. It was a struggle. Richard wanted it, he wanted to feel Mitch deep inside him, but his virgin hole had other ideas. It took a minute or so, and then Mitch leaned harder – and the head popped inside. Just as he did that, he also clamped his hand over Richard’s mouth.

 

Good thing, too. The sudden flash of pain caused Richard to yell aloud, although only a muffled “MMMMPHH!” came through Mitch’s big meaty paw. Mitch held his cock steady there, just inside the ring, as he growled to “Relax, boy. Breathe. Breathe deep. And hang on. No way for the first time not to hurt.”

 

In a few minutes, Richard’s hole finally began to loosen, and Mitch slid a bit farther in. It took a while longer, but eventually he was able to tell Richard, “It’s all the way in you, now. You’ve taken the whole length of your first man cock.”

 

In a few more minutes, Mitch – still waiting patiently – felt Richard’s hole begin to actually work on his dick, to flex around it, to start chewing on it a bit. It was all the signal he needed.

 

“Okay, kid, time to fuck ass.”

 

With that, he started sliding out until only the head was clenched inside Richard’s tight ring, and then slide back in, all the way down into his body again. Each slide after that got a little easier and a little smoother. Richard began moaning as this man’s big cock slowly opened up his hole and taught him how a man’s cock could send his ass to heaven and back, over and over.

 

“Oh, god!” Richard finally spoke. “It hurts, but it’s so damn good. Keep going!”

 

“Okay, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.”

 

With that, Mitch really notched up the speed of his plowing into Richard’s butt. After a minute, he grasped Richard’s shoulders and then rolled until he was lying on top of Richard’s back, his hard body moulded to the younger guy’s back and butt, and his cock still deep inside that hot boy butt and moving faster and faster. The slapping sounds of hips against ass echoed in the cubicle, and Richard began chanting as Mitch’s fucking headed for fever pitch.

 

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Don’t stop. Fucking drill me open. Give me all that cock. Give it to me.”

 

And Mitch growled into his ear in reply, “I’m gonna cum. You want me to cum inside you?”

 

“Fuck, yeah. I want it all. Fucking shoot your cum into my ass.”

 

That was all it took. Mitch let out a guttural cry as he slammed deep into Richard, holding it there while his cock flexed like a mad thing and flooded Richard’s ass with his sperm. Richard could feel his hole warming up and knew why it was happening. His first ass load, and from this awesome muscle hunk of a trucker. He felt happier than a pig in shit, knowing that Mitch’s seed was swimming around inside him.

 

At last, Mitch began to go soft and slowly eased out of Richard’s no-longer-virgin ass. His cockhead came out with an audible “pop”. Richard moaned as he felt the sperm slowly leaking out of his hole. At last, the muscle tightened up, and Richard then reached back and swiped the cum off his ass and taint, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it. The taste made him even more horny, and he reached down to his own rigid cock, jerked it rapidly a dozen times, and spurted out a big load of cum. That soon found its way into his mouth as well, and he had now learned that cum from different guys doesn’t all taste the same.

 

“Wow. What a day!”

 

Mitch chuckled as Richard sighed in contentment. He wrapped his arm around the young blond, pulling him back into his chest and then caressing his body gently while kissing his ear and neck. Then, when he heard Richard’s breathing go slow and steady, he pulled the covers up over both of them and let himself fall asleep.

 

In the morning, they filled up at the breakfast buffet and then climbed back into the big rig and hit the road. Once the doors were closed, Richard slid his jeans and briefs off and sat in the passenger seat, naked from the waist down. Mitch didn’t complain. Whenever the traffic got lighter, he was happy to slide his big paw over and start playing with Richard’s cock or fingering his ass. When Richard wanted to return the favour and suck Mitch’s cock while he was driving, Mitch stopped him. “Definitely not safe,” he growled. “Years ago I rolled a rig when a hitchhiker did that to me and I lost control.” Instead, Richard gave him a quick blowjob in the restroom at a truck stop when they took a lunch break.

 

Mitch fucked and bred Richard half a dozen more times during that multi-stop cross-country drive. The best one, for both of them, was the night that Mitch booked into a motel outside Albuquerque. “Always nice to get a long relaxing shower and a good night’s sleep in a real bed,” he said laconically. Once they’d both cleaned up, and turned down the covers, Richard quickly found that he had to agree. There was so much more freedom to move in a proper bedroom than in the tiny little doghouse behind the truck cab.

 

They enjoyed another long shower together. After drying themselves off, they turned down the covers and lay down together on the king-sized bed.

 

Mitch had his arms around Richard, embracing and stroking him as they kissed each other for several minutes. For the moment, they ignored their duelling cocks, both rock-hard. Richard couldn’t help thinking that it felt as if Mitch was making love to him, but he knew that was ludicrous. There was no way Mitch was falling in love. That’s when Richard realized how lucky he’d been. This whole initiation into the world of man-to-man sex had come to him at the hands of a man who cared enough to make sure it was a good experience for his novice partner.

 

Just as Richard realized that, Mitch moved down and started tonguing and sucking on Richard’s cock, playing with the head between his lips and tongue, and then swallowing it down into his throat. After a minute or so, he swung his body around so that his cock was staring Richard right in the face. Richard got the message right away and began to copy everything Mitch was doing to his tool – and just like that, he found himself in his first 69, realizing for the first time why it was called that.

 

The sensations of the two guys sucking each other at the same time were incredible, of course, but Richard really wanted to try to experience Mitch’s cock in a whole different way inside his ass. He reared up, swivelled around, and began to position himself so that he could sit down on Mitch’s erection. Mitch tossed him a bottle of lube, and he prepared his hole, then slowly pressed it down onto that uncut meat. His hole now popped open easily, and Mitch entered him as he sat on down, slowly taking that entire cock deep inside his body.

 

He sat there, swivelling around on this man’s cock, feeling it stirring all parts of his hole into life. Then Mitch urged him on. “Ride me now, boy!”

 

Richard began sliding up and down on top of Mitch’s cock, pulling up until the head was only just trapped inside him, and then sitting right down on it again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Mitch moaned loudly as Richard had now gained a bit of control over the way his muscles stroked a big cock in his hole.

 

But now Mitch wanted more control, and he pulled out from under Richard, then scrambled to his feet and pushed Richard down onto the bed. Rolling the boy over onto his back, he grasped Richard’s legs and lifted them straight up into the air, his feet resting up against Mitch’s shoulders and his whole weight supported on his own shoulders, with his hips well up in the air. Mitch straddled him, and then thrust in, straight down into Richard’s hole as Richard gasped from the suddenness of the entry. Down. Up. Down. Up. It was like the reverse of the previous action, but now the fucking motions were a lot more forceful, and Richard realized that Mitch was getting close.

 

He began to urge Mitch on. “Fuck me, man! I want you to give it me hard and fill me up with your load!”

 

“Oh, yeah! Gonna fucking pound your sweet ass and pour my seed into you.”

 

True to his word, Mitch speeded up his piston motions even more, pounding straight down into Richard’s hole until Richard could barely take any more. But then  the pumping got more irregular, Mitch’s breath came in harsh gasps, and Richard knew that he was about to get bred again!

 

“Yeah! Give it now! Give me that hot load! Fuck me!”

 

Mitch groaned aloud, slammed down into Richard, and held it there as his load pulsed and pumped into the boyhole under him. When he pulled out, he bent down and planted his mouth over Richard’s ass, sucking forcefully to draw his own cum up and out of the hole and into his mouth.

 

At last he calmed down and pulled away, slapping Richard’s ass lightly as a signal that he could relax. Richard flopped down onto the bed, gasping for air, and Mitch fell beside him, then kissed him in a snowball, sharing his own cum with his boytoy.

 

Richard fell away, spread-eagled on his back, and finally gasped out, “Wow! What a fuck! I feel like I could sleep for a week after that!”

 

“Is that what you think, kid? I didn’t pay for a motel room to just get one turn at your ass. Ever hear of sloppy seconds?”

 

Richard shook his head.

 

“Well, I sucked most of my load out of you, but some of it’s still in there and it’s a great feeling to go back inside an ass – or a woman’s pussy, for that matter – when someone’s sperm is still swimming around in there. And that’s what I’m going to do.”

 

Richard groaned. “I don’t know if I can take any more tonight.”

 

“Sure you can. And you’ll thank me later because, where you’re headed for, there are all kinds of hot guys who aren’t letting you go with just one fuck. Better practise now while you can!”

 

They both laughed at that, but Mitch evidently meant business.

 

After a quiet intermission of some twenty minutes, with the two fondling and stroking each other, Mitch’s cock began to fill for another round. Richard eagerly dived down to suck it into full erection, finding that his protests had evaporated, and he couldn’t wait to get Mitch back inside his body again.

 

This time, Mitch pushed Richard down on his back, lifting his legs in the air on either side of his own body. He let Richard rest his legs on his own back while he bent down and ate ass again, getting the hot boyhole cooled off and ready for more action.

 

When Richard’s hole was ready, Mitch slid forward, easing the younger guy’s legs back over his shoulders, and then slid easily into his ass. This brought him face to face with Richard, and they began kissing each other again, as Mitch moved slowly and smoothly in and out of Richard’s ass. It was Richard’s first time in the missionary position. After a few minutes of this slow and gentle fucking and kissing, Mitch reared up and began to pound deeper into Richard, deeper and harder, slamming down against Richard’s upturned hips with repeated loud slaps. Richard was moaning and crying, not in pain but in ecstasy, as Mitch moved even faster, drawing closer to the moment of truth.

 

“Fuck, yeah! Breed me!”

 

That exclamation pulled the trigger and Mitch erupted forcefully into Richard’s body, the sperm squeezing out of the hole around his cock while he was still spurting. Richard groaned loudly, grabbed his own cock and began jerking it furiously, being reward after twenty seconds with a fountain of cum that sprayed all over his face and body.

 

Finally, Mitch’s strength gave out and he pulled gently free from Richard’s sweaty body, then lay down alongside him. They put their arms around each other, stroking each other gently as they drifted slowly into a profound sleep of satisfaction and exhaustion.

 

On the final morning of the long trip, approaching Los Angeles at last, both of them were silent while they entered the outskirts of the big, sprawling metropolis. As they’d rolled through the city towards the main railway station, Mitch had worked a hand under Richard’s exposed butt, teasing the now-experienced hole with his finger.

 

“Damn. I’m going to miss that sweet little ass, kid. But this is it. You have to get out before I go into the terminal. And after I get this rig unloaded, I gotta head back home to the wife and kids.”

 

“Hey, Mitch. Thanks for everything.”

 

“No probs, kid. Pull your pants up before you get out. Good luck to you.”

 

“And to you.”

 

Just as Richard said that, the big rig slowed to a halt. And Mitch growled, “End of the line, kid.”

 

Richard hopped down. He was surprised at how heavy his backpack felt – and then remembered that Mitch had taken him to a thrift store in Tucson and bought some clothes for him. Nothing fancy, but enough to go on with for a while. He’d also slipped some twenties into Richard’s pocket, “just to help you get started.”

 

Now what?

 

He hauled out a bit of paper on which he’d written a name and an address. Mitch had searched it out on a computer at the motel where they’d stayed in New Mexico. He knew it wasn’t far, but he had to figure out which way to go. He went into the station, found a big wall map of the city, and located the right street for his destination – a social help agency for LGBTQ street kids. That was him.

 

He’d gotten a short interview with a worker at the agency and was given some useful leads on jobs that he could land at the age of 17. Then she directed him to a queer-friendly hostel where he could stay for a while. When he opened his backpack that night in the hostel, he’d found a note tucked between the new shirts. Hey, kid, it’s been fun. Glad to help you out. When you get a chance, pay it forward.

 

He’d landed a job right away, as a dishwasher in a small café not far from the main drag of WeHo. Richard impressed the owner with his energy and bright, smiling demeanour and soon the youngster found himself reassigned to be a busboy out front. That suited Richard just fine. It was a great way to meet people. The kind of people he wanted to meet. Men people.

 

Now that he was in the front of the café, he had a chance to meet some of his co-workers. The one who caught his eye quickest was the bartender, Terry. Like Richard, he had a big flop of hair over his forehead and sparkling blue eyes – although his hair was light brown to Richard’s pure blond. Unlike Richard, he was tall and lean, and had a strong air of assurance about him – the air of a man who knew himself and his place in the world. What intrigued Richard most about Terry was his habit of coming out from behind the bar to chat up three or four of the regular customers. Always the same handful, and they were all guys who arrived alone and left alone. All of them looked to be in their forties or fifties.

 

Between those visitors, Richard used to watch Terry and indulge in daydreams about the decent-sized lump in the front of his tight black pants. He knew that it wasn’t just his imagination when that lump would get bigger after he’d had one of his little private talks with one of his favourite customers. Richard was intrigued. Terry was sexy in his own right, but it looked as if he had a thing for older guys. Just as Richard did.

 

Sooner or later, it had to happen. After about a week and a half, Roxana (the regular evening server) had to leave early, and Terry and Richard were the only ones left to clean up and close. Once the last customers had left, they locked the door and got down to work. That is to say, Richard got down to work, dropping to his knees and fishing out Terry’s cock to suck, while Terry got right down to business with asking questions and figuring out what made this kid tick.

 

Over the next half hour, Richard’s story slowly emerged in pieces, between slurps on Terry’s meat, with the rest coming out after Terry had finished fucking him and cumming inside his hole. Richard was learning some more about how to relax his muscles and accept the intruder – the hard way, because Terry was both longer and thicker than Mitch. Terry was a masterful fucker, and that was the night that Richard discovered the value of his prostate when a top knew how to hit it. It was also the first time he found himself cumming while being fucked, and hands free at that.

 

After Terry finished breeding him, he laid out his entire story in a more coherent way, beginning with the home life which he couldn’t wait to escape, and ending with his current situation – living in the hostel, eating small and terrible meals, his best food of the day always being his break meal at the café, and the slow but steady way he was running through his emergency reserve of money from his savings account and Mitch’s gift of some twenty-dollar bills.

 

Terry had an answer for him. “Listen, kid, you have to smarten up fast or you’ll be forced to leave the city. Nothing’s cheap here, and nothing comes cheap or easy in this town – except ass. You’ve got a cute one going on back there, but you have to make it work for you instead of just letting it hang around all day waiting for you to sit on it and make it feel needed.”

 

“You mean becoming a whore?”

 

“Right away, kid, get something straight. It’s called an escort. And no, that’s not what I mean. You’d end up in the clutches of some gangster pimp for sure, and those guys play for keeps. No, I mean that you need to get yourself a daddy.”

 

“Fuck that. I just shook free from my parents three months ago, I don’t need another one.”

 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! That’s not what I meant! I mean we need to get you connected with an older man who will pay the bills and give you a decent place to live, away from that bare-bones hostel. You just have to become his boy and give him sex whenever he wants. It’s a fair trade-off, as long as you get one who treats you decently.”

 

Richard’s head was spinning a bit at the idea, but he could see the obvious benefit of becoming a kept boy. His wallet could see it even more clearly. “So, Terry, is that the story with you and those guys you’re always talking to whenever they come in?”

 

“Yeah, it is – or it has been. I’ve lived with each of them at one time or another. There are other guys like them around here – too old to compete for the younger guys on their looks, but pretty well off and willing to flash some bills around to make it happen. The bonus is that they’re mostly a lot more experienced in bed than the young hotshots. You get a good one, you can be sure you’re gonna have a good time between the sheets. The easiest ones to land are the ones who want hot, young stud dick in their holes. That’s what happens when I see those guys. They want me to fuck them and breed them, and that’s what I do. Play your cards right, you’re on your way in no time.”

 

“What cards?”

 

“Good point. You’ve really got nothing except your looks. Apart from a week with one trucker, you’re a total novice. So let’s talk about what you have got. By the way, how old are you?”

 

“Turned eighteen last month.”

 

“And how big is your dick when it’s hard?”

 

“I don’t know, I’ve never measured it.”

 

“Let’s find out.”

 

With that, Terry expertly fastened his hand onto Richard’s bulge and began to knead it and stroke it. He guessed, rightly, that novice Richard would spring to a full erection in almost no time flat. When it was poking straight ahead in his uniform pants, he said, “Okay, drop trou. We’re gonna measure you.” Terry whipped out a small ruler which he kept behind the bar for those odd moments in life when you find that you need a ruler and can’t remember where you last put it. “Six and a half inches. It’s decent but nothing to raise any eyebrows around WeHo. Didn’t you tell me that your trucker buddy only fucked you? In that case, we need to find you a top daddy. I can think of a couple.”

 

“So how do I meet them?”

 

“Leave that to me. One of my friends is organizing a big daddy party in a couple of weeks. He usually gets a couple of dozen guys there. I’ll bring you along and introduce you. You’re on your own then to use your natural charm – and you do have it when you try -- and see who you can get to know.”

 

“Do I wear anything?”

 

“Smart question. Almost nothing, once you get inside. They’ll have a room to put your clothes. Let’s see, we need to get you one of those flashy briefs with the back missing, so your naked ass is hanging out. That’s the best way to signal what you’re looking for. And then get yourself a spot at the table – he puts out a long table and the bottoms all line up there, then bend over and lie on it so their asses are showing at table height. And then all the tops take turns trying them on for size.”

 

Richard was feeling very nervous now, at the thought of being caught in an orgy with an unlimited number of unknown men trying to fuck him. But he figured, what the hell, he was sure he could enjoy himself.

 

“Anything else I should do to get ready?”

 

“Several things. First, unless you’ve got a real thing for getting HIV-positive right away, we get you onto PreP ASAP. I’ll get you an appointment with my doctor and get one of my guys to foot the bill. Then we get you a butt plug as well as the seatless briefs. Use it every day for a week before the party, just to get used to the stretch. Use lube with it too. Next, I’m taking you to my gym for the next two weeks so you can build up your glutes – your ass muscles. One of my buddies will buy a trial membership for you. Finally, I teach you how to clean yourself properly – inside and out.”

 

“You’re putting yourself to a lot of trouble to help me.”

 

“Kid, I’m three years, almost four years, older than you. Think I haven’t been there too? You’re wrong. Just doing what I wish someone had done for me when I first landed in town. Oh, one last thing, Richard. You need to sound more boyish. From now on, call yourself Ricky.”

 

“Okay, I’m Ricky.”

 

With that, Terry rolled away the bucket and cleaning supplies into the closet and started turning out the lights. He set the alarm, and then they walked out into the street and locked the door. Terry slapped Ricky on the ass, and said, “Meet me here at one o’clock tomorrow afternoon for your first gym session on these beauties.”

 

As Terry walked away, Ricky watched him go, thinking that his whole life was about to get turned upside down and inside out yet again. It seemed like such a weird idea, sort of like selling his body to the highest bidder – but then, wasn’t that pretty much what he’d done for a week with Mitch? Not that he’d demanded money, or set a price on their fun, but Mitch had certainly rewarded him generously with meals and bed, with clothes and cash, and most importantly, with a ride to the west coast. Okay, then, he thought to himself, I guess I’ve already been a kept boytoy so I may as well do it again. And as he thought that, he murmured to himself “End of the line” under his breath.

 

 

 

 

[NLbear]

I think there won't be an 'end of the line' when he gets his boy butt on that table 😉 

[daddybear54]

Chapter 3:  The Daddy Party

 

 

“Are you okay? You’re acting real antsy.”

 

Terry had picked up on Ricky’s nerves as soon as they got into the Uber. The driver had raised his eyebrows knowingly when he saw the address where he was to take them. Now he was covertly studying the two young guys via glances in his mirror.

 

“Just trying not to let my imagination run crazy,” Ricky responded.

 

Terry laughed. “If you can imagine it, then it’s probably happened at one of these get-togethers. Just relax and go with the flow. And be alert for signs of interest from any of the guests.”

 

The Uber driver sniggered.

 

Terry had certainly kept Ricky hopping for the previous two weeks. The daily workouts on his glutes, with enough attention paid to other muscle groups to avoid looking freakish, had done wonders. Those globes weren’t quite the eighth wonder of the world, yet, but they were round and firm enough to attract any top’s attention. He’d worn the butt plug for hours every day, or night, with the muscles gradually adjusting to the feeling of being stretched by a firm, round intruder. Terry had taught him all the ins and outs of getting ready for a good solid fucking, including douching technique and self-lubing in advance. Ricky had even gotten used to the weird sensation of wearing underwear that covered everything but his ass. Even though he was used to a jockstrap, this felt strange to begin with.

 

In short, he was now thoroughly ready to be unveiled to the gay community as the hottest, cutest new ass in town.

 

At the destination address, they climbed out and faced a modern house – a flat-top California modern – on a ridge overlooking one of the canyons. The house sprawled across a hefty stretch of hilltop land. Ricky stared in awe.

 

“This guy’s got serious money.”

 

“S’right. And he’s not the only one. That’s why we’re definitely in the right place for you. His name is Steven, and he hates to be called anything else.”

 

Terry rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a fifty-something man in tightly fitted shirt and trousers which showed that he definitely looked after himself.

 

“Well, hello, Terry, darling. Haven’t seen you for far too long.”

 

“Good to see you too, Steven. Here, I’ve brought my friend Ricky with me.”

 

Steven gave Ricky a brilliant smile and a quick once-over. “Welcome, Ricky, my friends will be happy to meet you and show you a good time.”

 

“Thank you for letting me join the party, Steven.”

 

Steven winked, and pointed them up the ramp to the right, telling them to leave their things in that room and go right on down the ramp on the far side. Once they were in the room they quickly stripped. The young man in charge handed them two numbered plastic bins to put their clothes in. He gave Ricky an approving examination, then sent them on their way with their numbered wristbands, giving Ricky’s firm round ass a quick squeeze as they went by.

 

Down the ramp, in the main sitting room, they looked around them. There were a dozen or so older men sitting on the sofas and chairs, and as many again younger fellows in next to nothing sitting beside the older fellows. Almost all of them were either kissing the daddies or stroking their cock bulges. A couple were already sliding down the zippers, ready to go to work. One or two had climbed onto the laps of the older fellows and were busily grinding away as the daddies worked at their exposed asses, teasing the holes with their fingers. A couple of others were straddling their older men and feeding their cocks into the mouths of the daddies who eagerly sucked on them.

 

“This way, Ricky,” Terry said, and led him to the right into another large room where a long low table was set up. Everyone in this room was already naked – or the next best thing. One or two other young fellows were wearing open-ass briefs like the one Ricky had on. There were already half a dozen lads bent over the table, face down, with their exposed butts in position. A few of the older guys were already sampling the tempting holes on offer.

 

Without any prompting, Ricky went right over to the table. He slid next to one of the boys already there, and bent down across the table, putting his carefully cleaned and lubed ass in position. Terry waved goodbye and disappeared, back into the first room.

 

“You’re a newbie, aren’t you?”

 

That was the redhead he’d lain down next to.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I’m Dylan. Welcome to the meat market.”

 

“Ricky.”

 

Just then, Ricky felt a hand playing with his ass. The finger slipped into his hole, and the man gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt the lube already in place. He withdrew his finger, and Ricky now felt the head of a cock nudging his hole. He relaxed and the cock slipped right into him. All that preparation with the butt plug certainly made it easier to take cock. He moaned in pleasure as the rigid dick slid up into him.

 

After a minute or so of stroking in and out of him, the owner of the dick spoke. “Sweet hole,” the deep voice sounded above him as the cock slid easily in and out of his ass.

 

“Hey, new boy, right, Dave?”

 

“New boy, sweet pretty ass, and he’s a great fuck, too. Nice and tight.”

 

“Well, don’t hog him. Give someone else a turn.”

 

The cock slid out. Almost at once, another cock began to enter him. This one was shorter but wider, and not nearly as comfortable a fit. This guy was also rougher. After he’d stroked in and out about a dozen times, he got interrupted.

 

“Okay, Greg,” another voice chimed in, “keep the line moving. You know the house rules.”

 

Greg pulled out and Ricky gave a small moan of relief and appreciation as another cock, longer but less blunt, entered his body. This man began fucking him more determinedly, like a man bent on breeding ass – which he was.

 

Greg growled in protest. “You pushed me out just so you could be the first to breed the new boy?”

 

“House rules, Greg. You know I get first breeding rights on every newbie if I want to.”

 

This guy began using his full length on Ricky right away. He was pumping it all the way in, and then pulling right out until his head began to pop out of Ricky’s ass. And then, just when it seemed he was going to fall clear out, he pushed back in again. He loved feeling the new boy hole stroking his head every time he pulled almost all the way out. He kept fucking Ricky nonstop for a couple of minutes in appreciative silence. Then he leaned down, still pumping firmly into Ricky’s hole, and purred, “What’s your name, boy?”

 

“My name’s Ricky.”

 

“Good boy. You know I’m going to give you my load in that cute round ass. You want my daddy load, don’t you, boy?”

 

“Yes, oof!” This as the man gave an extra-firm thrust.

 

“Yes what, boy?”

 

“Yes, daddy. I want your cum.”

 

“Good boy,” the man said again. His fucking accelerated and Ricky’s moaning grew louder. The top was pumping his hole harder and harder, bouncing off Ricky’s ass cushions on each thrust with a loud smack. Then the man drove it hard into his ass, holding his cock deep inside as it twitched and shot several pulses of sperm into Ricky’s ass.

 

As his breathing calmed down, the man bent down and whispered, “There you go, boy. You’ve been initiated now.”

 

“Thank you, daddy.”

 

The man’s cock slid out of his hole. Almost at once, another cock slid in. A different voice sighed with satisfaction. “Mmm, I love sloppy seconds.”

 

Ricky grinned, remembering Mitch’s lessons. Next to him, Dylan emitted a loud grunt of pain as an impatient top rammed his cock in hard, too hard, all the way to the bottom. Ricky was getting a smoother ride by comparison, all the men treating the new kid’s butt a little more gently.

 

The man now sliding slowly in and out of Ricky’s ass leaned down to speak to him, in a pleasant voice. “You were a good boy, taking Matt’s load like that. Did you enjoy it?” Ricky nodded. The man went on, “You have a really sweet ass, Ricky. I’ll see you again in a while, after you’ve got a couple more loads in there. Then it will really feel great for me.” He pulled out and was soon replaced by another. Ricky was actually sorry. He’d liked the sound of the man’s voice.

 

The man who was in him now was pumping quickly, already winding up to an orgasm. Along the table, Ricky could hear the grunts and groans of several daddies driving themselves to the finish line, and the moans of the boys taking those daddies’ cocks inside their holes.

 

The man in his ass started panting and grunting. Ricky began working on his dick, squeezing and chewing on it with his ass muscles as the man built up to an explosion. “Aw, fuck!” the daddy yelled, as he jammed it right in and started firing his seed into Ricky’s ass. Just as he started shooting, the big muscular guy fucking Dylan was also cumming, filling the redhead’s boy butt with his sperm.

 

After that, there was a break in the action. Dylan straightened up, patted Ricky on the ass, and said, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

 

Ricky stood up and walked with Dylan, through another door and into a large sunroom which faced a patio. As they went, he clenched his muscles to hold his ass shut so all the cum wouldn’t leak out and go to waste. He was loving the feeling of walking around like this, ass hanging out in the cool air but warm inside from being filled with man cream. Out on the patio, they could see that there were more men, in and around a pool and hot tub. The boys stopped at a bar in the sunroom, got some drinks, and went by a snack table where they picked up a few nibbles.

 

“Let’s see what’s happening out there,” Dylan said, leading the way to the doors. Out on the patio, there were several naked older men standing around with cocks at the ready. Six guys, three older and three younger, were sitting in pairs in the oversize hot tub fondling and stroking each other towards the point of no return. Right by the hot tub steps was a small sign, positioned on a short post so Ricky had to bend right over to read it.

 

THE ONLY WRITTEN RULE:

NO CUMMING IN POOL OR HOT TUB.

 

As he read it, he felt a hand stroking his ass and then another cock entered him. Dylan chuckled beside him.

 

“Now you know – aaah…” as a cock entered his butt too, “…why the sign is so low to the ground.”

 

Ricky chuckled too as they grabbed onto a low stone wall next to the sign to steady themselves while the two older men pumped into them. But then the daddy grasped Ricky’s shoulders and pulled him up. “Come with me, boy.” His cock slipped out as he grasped Ricky’s hand, leading him over to one of the big lounge chairs poolside. The daddy, a white-haired guy who still had a decent body sat back on the lounger and said, “Hop on and ride for a bit.”

 

Ricky straddled him and sat down on his cock, taking that big slab of meat into his body. The daddy then drew him down so they could kiss each other while he rode up and down. This guy’s cock was hitting him in just the right way, and he felt his own cock getting harder as he pumped up and down on the daddy’s tool.

 

“You like my cock in your ass, don’t you, boy?”

 

“Oh, yes. Give me all of that daddy dick.”

 

This guy chuckled, and said, “Time to set your boy cock free too. Stand up and take off that strap.”

 

Ricky obediently stood up and removed his seatless briefs, then sat back down and began riding again. His cock, now set free, bounced up and down and drooled juice as he fucked himself. The daddy under him reached up and began twisting his nips as they made out.  Ricky was getting harder now, his cock jerking rather than swaying as his excitement built. This older daddy’s cock was really hitting his spot and driving him crazy. From the sounds of the daddy’s groans, he was finding this fuck just as stimulating.

 

A loud cry of “Oh, fuck!” drew his attention to the next lounger in the line. There was Dylan, lying on his back with his legs pulled up while a muscle man fucked him missionary, a dark-haired, tanned guy with a hairy chest and what looked like ten inches of meat. He was plowing deep and hard into Dylan’s ass, and Dylan was plainly feeling the impact of it, moaning “More, more,” as the big cock savaged his hole.

 

Seeing that epic fuck happening right beside him pulled Ricky’s trigger, and he moaned. “You’re going to fuck the cum out of me!”

 

The white-haired daddy threw his head back with a cry, and suddenly thrust hard into Ricky’s ass, forcing Ricky up into the air as he exploded inside the cute boy’s butt. As soon as he started shooting, Ricky’s face screwed up and his cock jumped up and down, firing a fountain of boy spooge into the air and showering it down over the older man’s face and chest.

 

When he finished cumming, the older man kissed him and said, “Turn around. I want to eat my load out of you.”

 

Obediently, Ricky turned around and sat down on the daddy’s face. Then he saw the dripping-wet cock right in front of him and instinctively, automatically bent down to lick and suck it clean. He slurped and teased all the juices off the head and then pushed on down the shaft, loving the way the daddy moaned in appreciation and redoubled his efforts on Ricky’s ass.

 

Finally, the daddy slapped his ass gently in a clear signal that he was done. Ricky stood up and the white-haired gent stood too, embracing and kissing him. “That was incredible, boy. You did a great job cleaning up after yourself, just the way a good bottom should do it. How many loads of spooge were you carrying around inside you?”

“I think it was three, daddy, including yours – maybe four.”

 

“Fuck, it just wouldn’t stop coming out. I figured I’d better leave some for the next guy.”

 

He slapped Ricky’s ass again and walked away. Ricky’s attention was drawn again to the dark muscle daddy who was still hammering away on Dylan’s ass. Dylan was moaning and crying, as much in pain as in ecstasy, Ricky thought, but the top paid no attention. Finally, the stud  felt his sperm rising and speeded up, pounding a load at full speed into Dylan’s tortured hole. When he finished, he yanked his cock abruptly out (wrenching one more yell of pain from Dylan), got up, and walked away without a word. Ricky made a mental note to himself: Body 10, manners 0. Avoid at all costs.

 

Dylan lay there, whimpering, exhausted, looking up at Ricky, almost as if he were begging for something. None of the other daddies were nearby. Ricky sat down next to him and stroked  his face. “What’s up, Dylan?”

 

“That guy just ripped me -- really badly. I’m done for the day. But I just wondered….”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Well, I haven’t cum yet, and my balls are fucking aching with it. Can you ride me and pull my load up and out for me?”

 

“You don’t have to ask twice.”

 

Ricky spat in his hand, smeared it over his hole, and sat down on Dylan’s cock, rigid and red with blood. Dylan at once began moaning happily as Ricky worked his hole up and down, much looser now after all the cocks that had fucked him. Dylan was recovering his earlier breezy manner, and Ricky was all for it when Dylan asked if they could roll over so he could be on top for breeding Ricky’s hole.

 

In no time, they’d settled into the new position, Dylan rising and falling in Ricky’s hole as Ricky stroked his body and grasped his ass cheeks, pulling Dylan deeper into him. His magic hole was making Dylan feel so good that there was no way for Dylan to hold out much longer. He began to drive harder, and Ricky welcomed him with moans and cries of “Fuck, yeah, fill me up.” And then it happened. Dylan slammed down into Ricky’s ass and exploded, driving shot after shot after shot of sperm deep into the younger boy’s ass.

 

Eventually, they rolled apart, to a round of ironic applause from several of the older guys who’d been watching. But then, Ricky heard one of the audience mutter, “Oh-oh,” and there was Steven, standing over them, his cock bulging in his tight speedo, and doing his not-very-convincing best to look stern.

 

“I’d like to speak to you two, please. Over here.” He led them towards a small gazebo where no one else was sitting. Steven sat down in the one chair, and looked at the boys as they stood uncomfortably in front of him. Ricky was suddenly acutely aware that he was completely naked, dripping with sweat, and reeking of sex.

 

“Ricky, it’s okay for you, you’re new here and don’t know the house rules. But Dylan, you’ve certainly cum here often enough to know that the boys are to have sex only with the daddies. If the daddies want to get it on with each other, that’s one thing, but the boys aren’t allowed to do it.”

 

“I know, Steven, but it was because of Dario. He was fucking me so damn hard, and even when I started crying from the pain he just kept right on going until he bred me. After that, I found I was bleeding, so I knew I was done for the day – but I still had an epic case of blue balls, and I asked Ricky to help me out because I just felt like he was a good guy.”

 

“Let me see it, Dylan.” Dylan turned slowly around, and winced slightly as Steven spread his cheeks and gently rubbed a finger over his hole. “Yes, he messed you up pretty badly. If you talk to Kevin in the change room, he’s got some ointment ready to use on that. It’ll help to stop the bleeding and ease the pain before you  head home. And Ricky, now that you know the rules, I’m sure I can trust you to keep them from now on.”

 

Ricky nodded, and they answered in unison, “Thank you, Steven.”

 

With that, their host got up and left. Dylan kissed Ricky goodbye and said, “Thanks for helping me out there, bro. You really are a good guy. See you again soon.”

 

Once he’d left, Ricky wandered back along the pool. He found where he’d tossed his minimal underwear when the white-haired daddy was fucking him. He picked the seatless briefs up, pondered putting them back on, and finally decided to do it since it was the best way not to lose sight of the things. Next time, he thought, I’ll just go regimental and that’ll be one less thing to worry about.

 

He took several steps towards the door to the house when he was stopped by a voice. A pleasant voice. A kind voice. It was the daddy who’d said he would find Ricky again after he’d collected a few loads. Ricky turned around. This guy was tall, standing five inches above his head, but otherwise fairly non-descript. He was the kind of person who would usually not be noticed wherever he went, neither dressing nor acting in any way to draw attention. That voice, though, was unforgettable. It was gentle, almost musical, and Ricky was immediately captivated by it.

 

The man went on. “I hope you’ve got several good loads inside you now, Ricky. I watched you and Dylan getting it on, and it was really hot – so hot I almost lost it and jacked out my load. But I stopped myself in time. I’ve been saving it up all day to breed you, if you want me.”

 

Ricky was even more intrigued. This was the only daddy, all day, who’d asked before taking. Truth be told, there’d been precious few people in his life, other than his own dad, who’d treated him with so much respect. In Ricky’s case, respect from an elder was like an intoxicating drug.

 

“Of course.” He took the daddy’s hand, led him back to a lounge, and said, “How do you want to take me?”

 

“On your face, flat on the lounger  -- to start with.”

 

Ricky lay down on his face, spreading his legs and pulling his cheeks apart. “I’m all ready for you, daddy. Lots of sperm in there to make you feel good.”

 

The man breathed a sigh of satisfaction as he straddled Ricky’s prone body, inserting his cock into the hole and sliding forward until it was all the way in. Then he laid down flat on Ricky’s back and humped him slowly and gently, sliding his cock in and out as he murmured into Ricky’s ear.

 

“That’s my good boy, getting his hole all nice and wet and loose for me. It feels so wonderful, all that man cream inside you, smoothing my way. It’s the best ass I’ve seen all day, and you’ve made it so wonderful, so ready for me.”

 

“I want you to feel good inside me.”

 

“And I want you to feel good when I am inside you.”

 

“I do, daddy. You feel fantastic inside my butt.”

 

The two of them continued moaning and sighing quietly as he gently fucked the boy’s ass, stirring his cock around inside that wet, sloppy hole. Ricky loved the feeling of a man’s body lying right on top of him, skin to skin from the shoulders to the hips, and feet intertwined at the foot of the lounger as this daddy kept gently humping his boy hole.

 

After a while, the daddy pulled out, and quietly said, “Roll over. I want to see your face as I’m fucking you and seeding you.”

 

Ricky rolled onto his back and lifted his legs. His older partner pushed his legs all the way back to his shoulders, then slipped back into his channel and resumed his pumping motions. The whole fuck so far was slow, gentle, hypnotic, and Ricky was duly hypnotized. For the first time all day, he felt like a man being fucked by another man, not like a slab of meat on a butcher’s cutting board. This guy, with his gentle, soothing voice and easy-going fucking manner, was giving him a sense of how two men could make love together. He’d gotten a taste, a hint of it before, with Mitch, but now this was the thing itself, and it just kept getting better and better for him.

 

And for his daddy, too, as the older man sighed in contentment and then leaned down to begin kissing him, locking their mouths together first, and then dropping still lower to kiss and nibble at Ricky’s ear and neck while he kept pumping in and out of the boy’s ass cunt.

 

Finally, his fucking motions began to get faster, and Ricky knew that this man was almost ready to give him the best load of the entire day. He wrapped his arms and legs around his partner, stroking his back and clutching him firmly into an embrace as the hips rose and fell faster and with more force. The slapping sounds on his hips came first, then the loud moans torn from the older guy’s throat..

 

And Ricky knew. “Cum inside me, daddy. I want your load. Give me all of it. Fuck me hard!”

 

The man was now pounding full speed, and Ricky was hanging on for dear life – almost literally, as this much taller man was lifting up so much that Ricky was actually hanging in the air by his arms and legs clutching the man’s body. A guttural cry of “Fucking cumming… in your ass!” ripped the air. The top slammed down hard into Ricky, pulsing out his sperm, and then giving a series of short little rabbit-punch thrusts to try to force it as far inside the boy’s hole as he could. And Ricky came too.

 

Finally, they came down from their high, and enjoyed a last series of kisses before the man pulled slowly out of Ricky’s ass. “Be right back,” he said, and sauntered over to a table where there were some blank cards and pens. He scribbled on a card, and came back, handing it to Ricky. “Here’s my name and number. I’d love to see you again. Now, if you want to see me, go over to that table and write down your name and number for me.”

 

Ricky immediately stood up and walked to the table. He was vaguely conscious of a tidal wave of sperm oozing out of him, but this was more important. Name and number written, he glanced at the card the man gave him.

 

ALAN BRYORS

555-555-6969

 

The name meant nothing to him. He walked back and handed his card over. “Here’s mine, Alan.”

 

“Thank you, Ricky. You’re such a lovely boy. I’ll be in touch soon.”

 

He gave another kiss, stroking Ricky’s ass gently, and then walked away. In another minute or so, Ricky headed off too, wondering if he should try to find Terry, or just go home on his own. On the way, he got a couple of back pats and butt slaps from guys who’d been watching him taking those loads out by the pool. He walked back through the table room, now empty, and through the first room he’d entered, now busy with naked men and boys coupling in various positions over diverse articles of furniture.

 

Then he stepped into another room, and here he found himself watching a whole crew of older men being fucked by young studs – and he knew he was in the right place. Looking around, he finally spotted Terry, busily engaged in pounding the hole of a sixty-something heavyset man, a classic bear with furry belly and ass. He watched for a minute, and waved away one offer from an older man who was prepared to settle for his six and a half inches in lieu of some of the much bigger dicks that were otherwise occupied. Terry’s motions were getting more irregular, and it was plain that he was about to breed ass. Ricky kept watching as Terry slammed in, harder and harder, then yelled aloud and let his load fly, pulling out to squirt across the man’s back, and then shoving it back in to finish cumming inside.

 

After he’d calmed down and detached from the bear’s furry bottom, Terry turned and saw Ricky watching with a salacious grin. He sauntered over. “Like that?”

 

“Good work, Terry.”

 

“You ready to call it a day?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Okay, let’s get upstairs, shower and dress, and I’ll book an Uber.”

 

They sauntered up the ramp and into the change room, just in time to see Dylan putting on his shirt and pulling up his jeans. He came over to Ricky and hugged him. “Let’s swap digits. I’d like to keep in touch.”

 

“Sure. Here’s mine.” He typed his number into Dylan’s phone, and Dylan sent him a text. So that gave him two new contacts, not a bad day’s work. Dylan kissed him and left, and Terry asked, “What’s that paper you’re clutching in your fist?”

 

Ricky showed him. Terry’s reaction was beyond dramatic, almost volcanic.

 

“WHAT???!!! You actually got ALAN BRYORS to give you his phone number? How the fuck did you do that? There’s guys here who’ve been angling for his number for years, and no luck!”

 

“Well, Terry, that’s how. A fuck. He told me when I first got on the table that he’d find me again later because he always enjoys sloppy seconds.”

 

“So I’ve heard.”

 

“Well, then he found me again, he fucked me and bred me, and then asked me to swap numbers – and told me he’d call soon.”

 

“Incredible. Look, I think we need to go have a talk. Come to my place for a bit before heading back to the hostel?”

 

“Okay.”

 

They finished pulling together their things, Terry tipped Kevin generously – “for both of us” – and down to the entrance they went. Steven was there, saying goodbye to guests that were leaving.

 

He embraced Terry and kissed him. “Thanks, Terry, for bringing your new friend with you.”

 

“Another wonderful hot day, Steven – thank you!”

 

Then Steven turned to Ricky. A kiss, a hug, and a not too discreet grope of his round ass, as Ricky in turn patted Steven’s speedo-covered butt. “I hope you had a good day, Ricky. I’d love to spend some more time with you at the next party.”

 

“Thank you, Steven. It was great!”

 

And out they went, hopping right into the Uber which had arrived at the precise moment. Terry explained to the driver that they were only going to the one address, but he would pay the whole shot of the two-point trip as originally booked. The two of them sat quietly in the back seat as the car struggled through the modified rush hour of Saturday late afternoon, slightly less insane than late afternoon on the weekdays. It was very obvious that this driver, unlike the one who’d brought them out to the party, was not gay and didn’t have a clue of where they’d been or what had probably happened while they were there. Just another ride.

 

Getting out at Terry’s apartment building, they headed up in the elevator to the fifth floor and into his living room. Ricky sat down, while Terry went and got a couple of beers from the kitchen. They toasted and drank, and then Terry said, “Okay, any questions about today? Fire away.”

 

“Steven: I didn’t see him fucking around anywhere. What does he like?”

 

“Oh, he’s completely versatile. But he never joins the action. He figures he has to be free to troubleshoot any time, so he can’t be trying to breed or get bred if trouble begins.”

 

“Makes sense.”

 

“But I bet you met his partner, Matt.”

 

The light went on in Ricky’s mind. “The one who said he had first rights to breed any new ass?”

 

“That’s him. Most of us can’t imagine what Steven sees in him. He’s a jerk like that with everyone, and too obviously on the make. But hey, love can make anyone look both blind and stupid.”

 

“Okay, Terry. Next question: what do you know about a hunk named Dario?”

 

“Enough to know that you need to avoid him. That guy’s fucking dangerous, most of all because he doesn’t care what anyone else wants or feels as long as he gets what he wants. There’s guys who’ve never come to another party after he worked them over.”

 

“I believe that. He was piledriving Dylan when I was close by, and he ripped Dylan’s hole pretty bad, which is why Dylan was leaving even before us.”

 

“Guy’s a complete jerk. Several of us have talked to Steven about him before. Does Steven know?”

 

“Yes.” Ricky omitted the embarrassing details about Steven calling him and Dylan on the carpet for playing with each other.

 

“Good. Maybe this time he’ll put Dario on the no-go list. And you had better put him on your own personal no-go list.”

 

Ricky replied smugly. “I already did. Rated him as ‘Looks 10, manners 0’.”

 

“Smart man.” Ricky smiled broadly. It was the first time Terry had referred to him as a man rather than as “boy” or “kid”. “Last question, Terry. Why did you go right off the deep end when I showed you that I got the phone number from Alan?”

 

Terry considered for a moment and then launched into a lengthy explanation. “Okay, Ricky, here’s the deal with Alan Bryors. You probably haven’t heard the name, because he’s one of the wealthiest multi-millionaires in the gay community, but he keeps a very low profile in the community and in the outside world. Part of that is just his natural ability to blend into the background wherever he goes. He simply doesn’t do anything to draw attention to himself at all. A lot of his wealth has come from shrewd investing in everything from real estate and bitcoin to new business ventures to stocks and bonds, so he’s usually some kind of silent partner. That means he's not as well-known as an entrepreneur or high executive or anything like that. But he’s wealthy, in spades. Filthy stinking rich. And he’s generous.

 

“What I’ve heard on the grapevine: if you’re his boy, he’ll practically give you the moon and the stars – deluxe clothes, lavish meals, luxury trips, random cash gifts. It’s no skin off his teeth and it makes him feel good to share what he has.

 

“Then there’s his sexual taste – he prefers to fuck, but loves sloppy seconds, as you’ve already found out. One guy I know was with him a couple of years back, and he actually encouraged this dude to go out and get fucked and bred so that he’d have a nice, wet hole waiting when the master of the house came home at the end of the day. He also told me that Bryors sometimes brings home one or two more boys because he likes group scenes with several of his young friends.

 

“The downside – because everyone has a downside, absolutely everyone, even a sweet innocent young thing like you. Bryors has one great weakness, and it’s that he can never resist the latest sweet young thing when that newcomer crosses his path. This is plainly why he zeroed in on you this afternoon. You were the only newbie on that table. He had a great time with you today, and he wants more, and that’s your ace in the hole, but you need to know that it will only last for so long, because there’s never a shortage of sweet young newbies in this town.

 

“So, be aware. If he wants you to move in with him, and you decide to do it, go prepared. Know that you’re going to live it up as much as you want for a year or two, but then it’ll be over when the next young cutie appears. So play carefully. Be cagey with money. Squirrel away any cash gifts into a savings fund, and you’ll come out of it a lot better off than you went in. And don’t throw a tantrum when you realize that he’s ready for you to leave. That’s for sore losers, but by going in with eyes wide open and an exit plan prepared, you won’t be the loser.”

 

Ricky pondered all that for a minute, and then asked. “So, you think I should go if he asks?”

 

“Ricky, that’s for you to decide. I can’t advise you because only you know if you think you can take it as it comes. But I will say this. With your financial situation being where it is – shitty – I’d certainly be thinking about it very carefully.”

 

So Ricky thought about it. He did a lot of thinking, weighing the up and down sides, remembering the feeling of almost comfort that he’d experienced when Alan had been fucking him, looking long and hard at how he might feel in another year or two, realizing he was still too young to be in the running for any really good jobs.

 

And by the next Friday, when his phone rang, and the display showed the name “A BRYORS” he knew what his answer would be.

[as1717]

Very hot story. I wish I was one of those bottoms

[DCWildBtm]

Great story. Very hot, but also incredibly well-written, and with various sub-plot development. Creative art! Thank you!

[daddybear54]

@as1717 @DCWildBtm Thank you both. Hope it keeps getting better for you as the story develops.

[daddybear54]

Chapter 4:  The New Kid in WeHo

 

 

In the space of  few weeks, Ricky’s life had changed almost beyond belief.

 

His Saturday night dinner date with Alan Bryors had begun with cocktails and a four-course meal in a deluxe rooftop restaurant in Hollywood (a dinner for which Alan brought Ricky a jacket that fitted him perfectly), and ended with Alan asking him, almost shyly, “Ricky, would you like to come and live with me?”

 

When he’d answered in the affirmative, Alan had immediately driven to his home, a penthouse condo in one of the most deluxe buildings in WeHo. Ricky had gaped in astonishment at the size of the palatial living room, which alone took up almost a third of the entire top floor. The rest was devoted to a gourmet kitchen, a sizable master bedroom suite with a huge bathroom that included a four-man hot tub, and a string of three guest suites which, on their own, would have done justice to the most luxurious hotels in the city.

 

What really blew Ricky’s mind was the incredible view from the terrace, which framed the entire living room, kitchen, and office side of the apartment. Here there was another hot tub, and a row of deep plush lounge chairs, positioned to catch the maximum of the southern sun.

 

It hadn’t taken long for Alan to get Ricky out of his clothes and into a tiny, tight little speedo which barely covered his ass cheeks and didn’t do much more for his crotch – although it was enough to keep him legal (barely). Alan explained with a knowing grin that they did have to behave in the outdoor hot tub because the terrace was overlooked by a taller building on the next street over. He then pulled on his own speedo, a more conservative cut but which still did justice to the effort Alan put in to keep his forty-something body in top condition.

 

In a few more minutes, the two of them were seated in the hot tub, with glasses of wine at hand, and enjoying the dramatic view of the city lights. At least, Ricky was enjoying the view. Alan was enjoying the view of Ricky, loving the excited gaze he turned from side to side. Meanwhile, Alan himself was loving the sensation of caressing his new boytoy, rubbing his hands gently over Ricky’s back and shoulders, then down onto his chest where Alan lightly tweaked his nipples.

 

Soon they were kissing, and then making out hot and heavy, while their busy hands played with each other’s crotches. But then Ricky surfaced from the kissing, gasping for air, and warned Alan that if they kept it up he wouldn’t be able to keep his cock safely inside the tiny suit he’d been given. Alan smiled indulgently, thinking how wonderful it would be to be so young and quick on the trigger once again. But he backed off, simply resting his hand across Ricky’s shoulder as they finished off their wine before heading back inside.

 

The rest of the evening unfolded as a more leisurely repetition of their encounter on the terrace at Steven’s party, this time played out on Alan’s huge bed. The differences were the demonstration of his rapidly advancing cocksucking technique which Ricky gave to his new daddy, and the gentle yet purposeful way in which daddy ate his boy’s ass, reaming it out with his tongue, before moving up to slide his cock inside Ricky’s ass yet again. More strongly even than before, Ricky felt the sensation that his daddy was making love to him, but he kept an internal check on his feelings, reminding himself that this would never be permanent, not if what he’d learned from Terry was accurate. After Alan had come inside him, not just once but twice, he finished off by sliding back down, swallowing Ricky’s cock, and taking him all the way to the finish line, drinking his cum with obvious appreciation. Then they cuddled together sleepily, for it had been a long evening.

 

Ricky’s last memory was of curling up next to Alan, resting his head on Alan’s chest, and saying, “Good night, Daddy,” in a sleepy voice, then feeling Alan gently stroking his hair and calling him “Boy” as he drifted off to sleep.

 

The next day, a Sunday, Alan had some business to attend to and said he would be gone for most of the day. He urged Ricky to use his time to go and pick up his belongings and vacate the room at the hostel, as someone else could certainly use it. He then explained, since it was a fine sunny day, how to reach the rooftop pool on the other half of the building. But before he left, Alan took Ricky downstairs to meet the concierge, to get a security photo taken for building entrance purposes, and to get a keycard issued for the front door.

 

Thus equipped, Ricky was able to come and go easily at his own leisure. He would go tomorrow to leave his café job, since Alan had said that he would help his boy to find more fulfilling work more conveniently close to home. For this day, he simply went and gathered his things and checked out of the hostel, returning to the penthouse with a full backpack and an even fuller sense of the odd turn his life had taken.

 

In the afternoon, he’d gone to the pool and enjoyed a leisurely swim, and the inquisitive eyes of the many attractive to gorgeous to downright scorching hot men sitting around on the loungers. Ricky felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. At first he was inclined to be a bit circumspect, but part of him was also remembering how much Alan liked sloppy seconds. Truth be told, this small town boy was still more than a bit shy.

 

As for the men eyeing him up, virtually all of them guessed that he would be the new boy-in-residence in the penthouse. There was really no way such a young lad would be living in this high-end building by himself. Most of them also knew of Alan’s odd propensity for following another man’s cock into a boy’s hole, but figured they could wait for the new kid to come to them.

 

That night, Alan introduced Ricky to something else he’d never had a chance to sample – several top-notch gay porn videos, played on the huge wide-screen TV in the bedroom. Ricky was in awe at the size and detail of the images, accompanied by full theater surround sound, since he’d gotten used to seeing miniscule pictures accompanied by flat, tinny sound on his phone. Of course, both daddy and boy reacted to the movies in a predictable manner, and both came together, this time with Alan spooning Ricky and driving deep inside his ass while Ricky watched a hot stud from Hawaii ramming his massive nine-incher in and out of a dark-haired young hunk who was jerking himself off.

 

The next day, Monday, was a holiday and the crowd of men were out in full force at the pool again. This time, Alan went with Ricky, and they laid together on two loungers while Alan pointed out some of the other residents, telling Ricky a little about them and who did what for a living. After they’d had a swim together, and were back relaxing on the chairs, two more guys appeared on the pool deck and stripped down to their speedos. Ricky’s eyes were riveted by the sight of a massive bulge in one of those swimsuits, even more so as they came up out of the water and the wet fabric was clinging to that awesome tool. Then the super-hung guy turned to face them, removing his sunglasses to towel off before picking up his sunglasses again -- and Ricky gasped in recognition.

 

“Hey,” he muttered quietly to Alan, “that guy was in one of those videos we watched last night.”

 

Alan chuckled. “Yes, that’s him. Wondered if he’d show up. His screen name was Rod Rammer, but his real name is Steve. And that’s his husband, Jim, who was not in porn.” Ricky was unconsciously staring with his tongue hanging out. “I’m sure you could get both of them with no trouble,” Alan went on. “They love to play around. Just so you know, Steve was one of the most famous porn tops of all time, but he actually prefers to be on the bottom.”

 

He went on to point out some of the other guys who would probably be happy to play with Ricky, and Ricky had to suppress another wave of disorientation. He’d just moved in with this man, and here Alan was telling Ricky to go ahead and get laid with other men. It was so much the opposite of what he had imagined a relationship with another guy would look like.

 

As he thought that, Alan spoke again. “You know, Jim is looking at you like he’s interested. Why don’t you go over there right now and introduce yourself?” And then as Ricky hesitated, he went on. “Go right ahead. If you can get together with them now, your sweet ass will feel even better for me to enjoy tonight. We’ll have dinner at seven o’clock – to start with.”

 

Well, that was certainly putting it clearly enough that Ricky couldn’t possibly misunderstand. Alan didn’t just like sloppy seconds; he was practically requesting it, urging his new boy to go and get fucked right then and there. Ricky got up, threw Alan a brilliant smile, and then sauntered around the pool to say hello to Jim and Steve. All the other guys there, who knew the score, watched to see what would happen next. Suffice it to say that in ten minutes Ricky exited the pool area with Jim and Steve, leaving a smiling Alan behind to enjoy the sun and indulge in pleasant daydreams about the delightful evening which lay ahead of him.

 

“Welcome to our humble home,” Jim said with an ironic grin. Their condo would rank as a first-rate deluxe property by any normal standards, but Jim knew that it had the dimensions and proportions of a doghouse by comparison with the legendary penthouse, which he had only seen once, briefly.

 

Ricky flashed his signature smile, and that was all it took to bring Jim right into his arms, beginning some heavy-duty kissing and making out right there in the entranceway. Steve finished securing the door, and now turned around to find the other two already reaching for bare skin under their loose shirts.

 

“All right, you greedy pigs, let’s get this into the bedroom where it belongs.”

 

He led the way across the living room and into the hall to the master suite. Once there, it took no time at all for the three of them to get rid of pool shirts and shorts and swimsuits. Three cocks were ready to go, with Jim and Ricky both rigidly erect, and Steve just a bit less so but catching up fast. That was where Ricky went first, falling on his knees to try to take Steve’s famous rammer into his mouth. “Try to take” was the operative verb. The best he could manage was to get about half way down, but as Steve said when he apologized later, that was the most important half anyway.

 

Ricky worked up and down on Steve’s enormous dick while Jim and Steve made out at full tilt above his head. Jim’s hands were sliding down over Ricky’s shoulders to play with his nipples and – was that a big toe poking into the crack between his firm round buns? Jim really did know how to do it all at once.

 

But before long, Jim got impatient that his husband was getting most of the fun. Jim pulled Ricky up to his feet again and began kissing his neck, still playing with his nips, and now sliding his erect tool up and down in Ricky’s crack. Ricky moaned and leaned back into Jim’s embrace, while Steve now went down on Ricky’s cock in turn, giving a masterful blow job.

 

Jim reached down and fingered Ricky’s hole, grunting approvingly as he found that ass already lubed up and ready to go. After working his finger in and out a few times, he bent the head of his cock down and began to slide it into Ricky’s cute butt, working slowly but surely. Ricky groaned in pleasure, and his own cock jumped up and down at the combined sensation of being sucked and fucked at the same time. It was his first three-way, and the combined sensations were driving him mad with lust.

 

But then Jim pulled out. “Come on, fellows, let’s get on the bed. It’ll make everything easier.”

 

Steve stood up and hopped onto the bed first, lying on his back. He pulled his legs up and spread his cheeks open, letting his hole wink in invitation to Ricky. Ricky didn’t even stop to think about it. He was running on pure instinct and lust right now. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scrambled between those upraised legs, spit on his own cock a couple of times, and began to slide it into the beautiful ass facing him. It was another completely new experience for him. Steve Rotherham, a.k.a. Rod Rammer, was the first man Ricky had ever ploughed into, the first ass Ricky had ever fucked. It took him a bit of time to get into a reliable rhythm without pulling out by accident, but in a few minutes his motions became smoother and surer.

 

Seeing that, Jim moved up behind him and began to work his cock back into Ricky’s hole, while Ricky held still to let him do it. Once Jim was all the way inside, he held himself still in turn, while he whispered in Ricky’s ear, “Okay, you’re in charge now. Start fucking Steve again.”

 

As soon as Ricky began pumping, he realized at once that he may have been fucking Steve, but he was also fucking himself on Jim’s dick at the same time. Back and forth he went, sliding in and out of the one hole in perfect synch as the other cock slid in and out of him. The sensations were so overwhelming that he found himself cumming inside Steve almost before he knew what was happening.

 

Ricky was a little embarrassed at triggering his explosion so quickly, but Steve hastened to reassure him. “Hey, no worries, I’m sure you’ve got another load in there to give me while Jim pumps his into you.”

 

Ricky resumed fucking the ass under him. It was such a unique sensation, not at all what he had imagined it would feel like. The hole felt soft to him, but hard at the same time, like a thin padding over a metal ring, and it gave him incredible sensations against the skin of his cock. Before long, he was groaning again, but Steve didn’t want him to finish too quickly.

 

“Ricky, pull out and eat my ass for a while. I love having my ass eaten.”

 

The new kid was a rapid learner, as he channelled everything he’d learned from all the guys who had eaten his butt in the last two months. He brought all the energy of youth and much of the skill of experience to the work at hand, and Steve’s loud moans and cries of “Oh, fuck, yeah!” told him clearly that he was making his mark.

 

All the time, Jim had kept working away inside Ricky’s ass, but moving slowly and easily since he wanted to see if all three of them could come together. Ricky sensed that Jim was nearing the point, and he pulled up, then slid his cock back inside Steve again.

 

“I’m gonna cum soon, Steve. I’m gonna pound you until I blow in your hole.”

 

“Yeah, Ricky, do it. Fuck your load into me as you fuck my cum out of me.”

 

“Do it, Ricky, and I’ll let mine go inside you as you blow inside Steve.”

 

With that encouragement, Ricky went right to town, pounding like a jackhammer inside Steve’s beautiful ass, and in another minute he was getting close. “It’s cumming, Steve! I’m gonna shoot!”

 

“Go, Ricky! Breed my ass!”

 

Jim suddenly let out a series of choked howls and slammed hard into Ricky’s ass six or seven times before blasting off. It was all Ricky needed. As Jim’s first cum bolt fired into him, he let his own huge load spray off into Steve’s hot hole.

 

The two of them finished, gasping for breath. But Steve was working away on his cock, having not quite got there yet. Ricky stopped him. “No, Steve, wait!”

 

Then he spat in his hand a couple of times, smearing the spit over his hole, and spun around.

 

“Steve, I want you to give me your load. Fair exchange!”

 

Ricky winced at the sudden pain, but he pushed down harder until Steve’s head popped inside his hole. It hurt. He’d never taken anything this thick before, but he was going to get that load in his hole and take it home with him.  He flexed his ass muscles half a dozen times, and Steve groaned aloud as his cock shot a huge load of his sperm up into Ricky’s insatiable ass.

 

Finally, the three of them flopped onto the bed together, all exhausted, with Jim and Steve cuddling Ricky in between them.

 

After they’d all taken turns in the shower, and gotten dressed, they sat down decorously to a drink and some chat in the living room. Both Jim and Steve found themselves liking Ricky, and wanting to be sure that he was ready for whatever the future might bring.

 

Ricky thanked them for their concern, but he assured them that he’d been given a good thorough rundown on Alan’s unusual sexual tastes and relationship habits. The two men realized at this point that this wasn’t the normal naïve starry-eyed sweet young thing. Ricky was different. He had more insight than many guys years older than himself, and he was a realist about the long-term future of his life with Alan Bryors. When Jim said something to that effect, Ricky had laughed and replied that he had left home to try to save his parents’ marriage, which ought to say something about his maturity level. Steve made no reply. He just looked at Ricky with newly sighted eyes. That comment about his reason for leaving home said a good deal more about Ricky than just “something”.

 

Because of that comment, Steve said something further. He decided to chance it, even though it he sensed that it was a risky thing to bring up. “Ricky, I’m going to tell you something. Take it with a grain of salt, but here it is anyway. We’ve lived in this building for almost a decade now, and we’ve seen several young lads come and go in Alan’s life.” Ricky nodded. “But here’s the thing,” Steve went on, “I’ve never seen him look at any of his other boys the same way he looks at you. I know this is Alan Bryors we’re talking about, but if it were any other man, I’d say that he was falling in love with you.”

 

Ricky’s heart did flip-flops when he heard that. There was a part of him that was powerfully attracted to Alan, no question. It was the gentle kindness of the man that appealed so strongly to him, those qualities which had been so absent from his life until now. But he still kept his feelings on a tight rein, always remembering Terry’s pointed remarks about Alan’s history with his earlier boy toys.

 

Ricky glanced at his watch and saw that the time was nearing 6:30. He needed to get going. As he began to make his goodbyes, Steve interrupted him. “Ricky, you’re a friend now. Here’s my number. Keep in touch.”

 

Jim concurred. “Definitely keep in touch. That’s the hottest young ass I’ve bred in many a moon!”

 

Steve looked at Jim reproachfully. “Jim, why did I know you were going to go there? But since we’re speaking of going places, I just want Ricky to know that we’re always here and happy to try to help him out if any situation arises to make it necessary.”

 

“Thank you both,” Ricky responded. “It’s been a great fun afternoon, and I wouldn’t mind repeating that, but it’s also good to start making friends out here and I can tell that you two are one of the best places to start. So thank you.”

 

They all hugged and kissed goodbye, and Ricky hurried home. As he walked into the penthouse, Alan was just setting the table.

 

“I hope I’m not late.”

 

“Not at all, my boy. I’m early. I got hungry, and decided to go ahead with dinner as soon as you got back, even if it wasn’t seven o’clock yet.”

 

Although Ricky didn’t know it, this was itself a very unusual thing for Alan Bryors to do. He was famous – notorious, even – for regulating his life strictly by the clock. A casual acquaintance had even nicknamed him “Phileas Fogg” after Jules Verne’s famous hero who jumped mathematically from ships to trains to ships on the tightest possible schedule during his express trip around the world. To do something early or late, just because he wanted to, was very far out of character.

 

They sat down to dinner at 6:45, with Ricky sitting at Alan’s right hand. Ricky learned something else that night – namely, that Alan Bryors was a top-notch chef in his own right, although it had been years since he had done that kind of work for a living. The shrimp ceviche, the grilled romaine salad, the loin lamb chops, all were seasoned subtly and done to the moment of perfection. The wines, too, made a remarkable fit with each course.

 

As they ate, Alan asked Ricky about his afternoon with Jim and Steve. Ricky gave him enough salacious details to arouse his interest, but intrigued Alan even more with his short recall of their conversation afterwards.

 

“You’re a lucky boy,” Alan said wistfully. “Friends like that come into our lives all too rarely, and you’re fortunate to have found them and made them part of your circle. I sometimes wish that I’d found more friends, sooner, when I first came here from West Virginia. Where was your home, Ricky?”

 

“East Mudhole, Ohio. That’s not the real name, of course, just what I always call it. Nicely poised at equal distances from Columbus, Cleveland, and the far end of Nowhere.”

 

Despite the note of bitterness in Ricky’s voice, Alan couldn’t help chuckling. “Ricky, I’ll bet half the gay men in California came from similar backgrounds. Certainly, I did. Some day, you can tell me all about it, and why you left. But now, let’s get this cleaned up and then we can relax for the evening. Serious talk can wait for another day.”

 

As they were clearing the table, Alan explained something else. “Just so you know, Ricky, I have a regular housekeeper who comes in here to do the main cleaning every Tuesday and Friday. We’ll take care of our dishes and other such minor things. Ryan will be here from 10:00 till 4:00, doing all the other rooms. It’s not essential to be out of the house while he’s working, but since he works hard and makes a fair bit of noise in the process, it’s sometimes more comfortable.”

 

Ricky chuckled. “I’ll think of something useful to do, then. Too bad the good weather is going to break tonight.”

 

Alan then said, “Well, I’ll give Dennis, my chauffeur, a call tonight and ask him to be on call for the day tomorrow. He’ll take me to my office in the morning, but after that he can drive you anywhere you’d like to go.”

 

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll message Dylan, see if he’s free at all to do something.”

 

“Dylan? The boy you played with at the party?” Ricky nodded, a shade nervously. “Why don’t you two go and do something, and then you can invite him for dinner here? Do you think he would enjoy that?”

 

“I think he might. Thank you, Daddy.”

 

“Not a problem, my boy. Come on, this is all good now. Let’s see what else we can find to keep us busy this evening.”

 

Shortly, they were naked and cuddled up in bed together. Since they had the whole evening in front of them, it could afford to be a leisurely and relaxing session before it had to become more energetic. Alan had his arm wrapped around Ricky’s shoulders and was squeezing and releasing the muscles under his fingers. Ricky was enjoying the attention, definitely intimate without being overtly sexual. This kind of comfort level with a man was another first for him.

 

“Mmm, that feels so good, daddy. Please keep doing it.”

 

“You sound like you’ve never had this done to you before.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Okay, boy, I can help you with that. Roll on your face and rest your head on the pillow, arms down at your sides, and just relax.”

 

Ricky did as he was told, and Alan got up to get a pump bottle from the bathroom – an engraved silver one, naturally. He squirted several pumps of fluid onto his hands, and then poured it down onto Ricky’s back and began giving him a deep massage. Starting from the shoulders, which were a bit tense from Ricky not knowing what was happening, he worked his way slowly to all the different areas of Ricky’s back.

 

“Relax, my boy. You’re wound tight like a drum. Never had a massage before?”

 

“Never, daddy. Is that what this is?”

 

Alan chuckled. Ricky’s mixture of shrewd insight and naïve wonderment was so endearing. “Yes, that’s what I’m doing. What did you think a massage would be?”

 

“A couple of quick dashes up and down the body and then jacking me off.”

 

Alan laughed again. “Ah, yes, the old rub and tug. No, this is the real thing. I started learning it when I was around your age and earned my way for several years by doing therapy massages for relaxation in a luxury spa. Then came the chef training.”

 

His fingers were doing magical things everywhere they touched, and Ricky found himself relaxing so far that he was looser than he’d ever felt since that crazy Christmas party. Alan made it very easy for him to feel safe, to feel protected, to open himself up to every bodily sensation and every kind of feeling. The fingers were now digging into his ass cheeks, working on his glutes, and he thought, Okay, this is where it gets sexual. That was fine with him. He was more than ready to go there.

 

But Alan wasn’t. He dug deep into the glute muscles, but then kept on going, working slowly down the legs, right then left. From the thighs he moved on to the calves, and then to the feet, picking up each foot in turn and working from toes to heel and back. As he laid the second foot down, he bent over and murmured, “Turn over now.”

 

Ricky rolled onto his back. He was so relaxed from Alan’s ministrations that even his raring-to-go teenage cock hadn’t gotten the least bit erect. Alan now went to work on his neck, then down to his pecs and on down to his abs. He continued on to the fronts of the thighs, massaging his fingers deeply into Ricky’s quads.

 

Then he said, “I think that’s pretty good. How do you feel now?”

 

“So relaxed,” Ricky muttered, “and sleepy.”

 

“That’s what a really good massage can do for you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

 

Alan stood up and went into the bathroom for a towel to wipe the excess oil off his hands. Then he came back and laid down right beside Ricky, drawing his boy into his arms again. Ricky murmured, “Thank you, daddy” sleepily and Alan stroked him gently, nudging him towards sleep as he drifted that way himself. He pulled the duvet over them as they fell asleep.

 

Ricky awoke, feeling disoriented. He looked at the clock (there were clocks in every room in the penthouse) and the time showed 9:15. He guessed that he had been asleep for perhaps 90 minutes. Alan’s thorough skill as a masseur had really worked all the tension and tightness right out of his entire body. He sat up and looked at Alan, sleeping beside him. Alan was a remarkably sexy man for his forty-something years, and not just because he was wealthy. Ricky was taking inventory of his daddy’s body and liking everything he saw: the pecs and arm muscles, the taut but not overdone abs, the firm but proportionate quads. He was a great example of a healthy, well-formed man with a body that was plainly cared for but not overdone in any particular details. That’s when it occurred to him that Alan had never said a word about exercise or working out or a gym. He wondered where his daddy’s obvious personal care actually took place.

 

Studying Alan’s body like this was bringing some tension rapidly back to one muscle of Ricky’s body, and he found himself wanting to go to work on Alan’s cock. He just hoped that his daddy wouldn’t be annoyed at being woken up for a booty call – because he was definitely not letting the two loads from this afternoon inside his ass go to waste.

 

He bent over and gave Alan’s tool a couple of licks, from root to tip. At once it began to respond, slowly lifting and thickening. He wrapped his hand gently around the shaft and licked the tip some more as the shaft continued to swell. Now he had the entire head in his mouth and was swirling his tongue around it. Then he began sliding his head slowly down, letting the length of this beautiful cock slide slowly down into his throat. As he did that, a hand curled itself into the hair on the back of his head, and his daddy’s voice said, “I wondered how soon you’d wake up.”

 

Ricky redoubled his efforts, and soon Alan was moaning his pleasure as Ricky swallowed his cock deep into his throat. He could taste the precum oozing from the tip, and worked even more, getting it as wet and hard as possible for where he really wanted it to go. Alan was getting more and more vocal as Ricky sucked him.

 

Suddenly he sat up, taking Ricky by the shoulders and lifting him up and off his tool. Ricky knelt there, looking right at his daddy eye to eye, with a mischievous grin on his face. Alan’s eyes brightened as he growled, “Lie on your face, boy!”

 

“Yes, daddy.”

 

As Ricky lay down, spreading his legs and pushing his ass up, he couldn’t help thinking how different Alan’s tone had sounded two hours earlier when he’d told Ricky to do the same thing. Then Ricky had been tense with the unfamiliarity of the situation. Now, his tension was all with his elated anticipation of getting fucked. He hoped this one would be good and hard. He’d have to encourage Alan to really get him going.

 

There came the sound of Alan spitting a couple of times, and then the wet head of his cock was nudging against Ricky’s hole. “Put it in me now, daddy,” Ricky pleaded – and Alan complied, giving a strong push which sent the entire head and half the shaft into his boy’s hole in one thrust.

 

“Fuck!” Ricky’s cry was forceful, but with ecstasy, not with shock or outrage. He really loved the feeling of getting taken suddenly like this, and Alan got the message right away.

 

“You like it hard like that, boy?”

 

“Fuck, yeah, daddy, give it to me hard and deep.”

 

By this time, Alan’s seven and a half inches was buried all the way into Ricky’s boy butt, and he was pumping in and out. Ricky was working on him as much as he could with his ass muscles.

 

“You are really wet tonight, boy! How many loads did Jim give you today!”

 

“Just one, daddy.”

 

A hand smacked his butt. “There’s more than one load in your slutty ass. Don’t lie to me!”

 

“I’m not lying, daddy. It was a big load, but just one. I got an even bigger one from Steve.”

 

“How did you do that? Steve doesn’t even fuck anyone any more!”

 

Ricky giggled. “I didn’t ask, I just spun around and jammed him into my hole before he could stop me or say no. And he came so fast and so hard in me.”

 

“Oh, fuck, boy, just picturing that….”

 

Alan’s words came to a sudden halt as he grunted, seized up, and started spurting another epic load into his boy’s busy fuck hole.

 

“Oh, yeah, daddy, fill your boy up. I love feeling you shooting your cum inside me.”

 

“You’re going to feel it again before we’re done.”

 

Alan’s cock didn’t even soften slightly or slide out after he’d pumped his load into Ricky. He just took a minute to recover his breath from cumming, and then started fucking his boy again. And Ricky loved it. He’d really appreciated how gently Mitch had initiated him, and he also loved the gentle, kind way Alan had taken him their first few times. But ever since that party, he’d also developed a real taste for getting it hard and fast from time to time, and now Alan was giving him just what he wanted.

 

“You want it hard, boy?”

 

“Yeah, daddy, pound me hard.”

 

By now Alan was in a full push-up position above Ricky’s back, pounding straight down into his boy’s lush round ass and driving it right in, bottoming out with a loud smack on every stroke. Rocky was moaning and groaning incessantly, amazed at how much Alan’s hard fucking was turning him on, even though he’d asked for it. But suddenly Alan stopped dead and pulled out.

 

“Turn over.” It was a snarled order, not a polite request.

 

Ricky obediently rolled onto his back and pulled his legs up. Alan grasped his ankles, pulling them out until his boy’s legs were pointing straight up into the air. Then he plunged back into the gaping ass, revelling in the sensation of all that man juice sloshing around his cock as he slammed in and out. Ricky was groaning nonstop with every thrust, but Alan wasn’t even listening any more, now totally consumed in his overwhelming need – to cum, to climax, to breed, to spread his seed.

 

“Going to breed you, boy.”

 

“Do it, daddy!”

 

“Going to slam fuck you and pump you full of my babies.”

 

“Yeah, daddy! Breed me hard! Knock your boy up!”

 

Alan slammed in with one last brutal thrust and let it go, repeatedly slamming in again and again in his instinctive urge to make sure he pumped his sperm in as far as possible. Those repeated thrusts did it to Ricky. He hadn’t even touched his cock, but it suddenly lifted off his belly and fired repeated shots of cream in every direction. The contractions of his ass muscles as he came squeezed even more jizz out of Alan’s cock, and Alan cried aloud as his tool pumped out three or four more squirts.

 

Finally it ended. Alan’s contractions ebbed away, Ricky’s tool settled down in the mess he’d spewed all over himself and Alan, and the two cocks finally began to soften a bit. Alan slid out of Ricky’s hole, and a slow wave of the mingled sperm of three men began to run out after him. He immediately bent down and began eating and licking it all up, then sucking even more out of his boy’s well-used ass as the gaping hole finally closed slowly down. Then he slid up on top of Ricky and began kissing him, letting the juices in his mouth drizzle down into Ricky’s. And just like that, the gentle, kind, caring daddy was back with his boy again.

 

“Wow, daddy, that was incredible.”

 

“You really liked that, didn’t you?”

 

“I did. I wouldn’t want it that hard all the time but getting it like that every so often is a real peak experience.”

 

Alan laughed. “We all need those peak experiences in our lives, boy. It’s pretty amazing for me, too, to let it rip like that once in a while. I can’t think when the last time was that I got to give a boy the works that way. I’ve done it a little at those daddy parties, but there’s always the pressure to move on and let someone else have a go. And I still can’t get over you managing to con Steve Rotherham into giving you his load.”

 

Both of them laughed, before they kissed and cuddled some more. Eventually, Ricky moved to get up.

 

“Where are you going?” Alan asked.

 

“I want to get that huge slimeball out of my ass and clean off some of this mess in the shower.”

 

“You couldn’t hold it inside you all night so I can enjoy it some more in the morning?”

 

“It’s complaining. It wants to be let out for a walk and a swim now.”

 

Alan laughed heartily at that image. “Okay, go ahead. I’ll come and join you when you get into the shower.”

 

“And fuck me again?” Ricky’s question carried an audible provocative tone.

 

“Would you complain if I did?”

 

“I might. It’s been through a lot today.”

 

Alan laughed again and waved him out of the room. Then he lay back in the bed, reliving the whole evening over in his memory. It had been a peak experience for him too. There was no denying that this boy was something special, even in a life like Alan’s that had seen more than its fair share of cute, young, wide-eyed boy toys. Alan sensed that Ricky had a remarkable ability to read a situation and adapt himself and his course of action to suit. This was the same kind of flexibility he himself had used to advantage all his life. He was enjoying his time spent with Ricky in a way beyond any feeling he’d had for any of his other boys.

 

At the same time, he cautioned himself that he couldn’t let himself fall for his newest boy. The exact qualities he was detecting in Ricky were undoubtedly going to make this young man ready to move on before too long. Alan knew that his weakness for the newest and latest young cutie led him to treat his boys a little unfairly, as he cut them loose sooner than they expected. But now he guessed that this one was going to cut him loose before he was ready. Ricky was too strong-minded and too gifted to be content as a rich man’s plaything for long, and Alan knew he would have to be ready to let Ricky go whenever that would happen.

 

A slightly impatient voice interrupted his reverie. “Aren’t you going to come in now? This water’s going to get cold if you don’t hurry, daddy!” He rolled off the bed with a hearty laugh and headed for the bathroom, to join his talented boy in the shower.

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 5:  Spreading Their Wings

 

 

“So, tell me how you came by all that money. One of the daddies picked you up at the party?”

 

“Wow, you’re amazing! How did you guess?”

 

Ricky and Dylan had just finished a deluxe lunch on the patio terrace of a very upmarket hotel, a lunch which Ricky had paid for out of a stash of bills. Alan had slipped him the bills that morning with a comment about it being “just to tide you over until I arrange a card for you.”

 

Dylan kept sipping thoughtfully on his wine as Ricky walked him through the whole story of how Alan had come to him at the party, fucked him and bred him, exchanged numbers with him, and (a week later) invited him to come with him so they could live together.

 

After he’d finished, Dylan said, “Ricky, I swear you were born with a lucky horseshoe up your ass. I’ve had Alan fuck me for a minute on Steve’s party table, but that was as far as I got. What’s the catch?”

 

“So far, the only catch I’ve heard of is that he falls for the next young cutie rather too easily, and when that happens the free ride is over. So I’m staying mindful of that, and just enjoying this while it lasts. Speaking of enjoying it, Alan asked if you would like to come and join us for dinner tonight? Trust me, he’s an incredible chef – trained for it when he was younger.”

 

“I’ll think about it. Come on, let’s go down to the ocean and take a walk along Venice Beach and gawk at all the muscle men!”

 

Dennis, the chauffeur, drove them down to the beach, and they arranged a time to meet him again for a ride back to the condo. The two young twinks sauntered along the beach together, making raunchy comments about some of the muscle hunks working out on the outdoor gym equipment. Suddenly, Ricky froze, putting a hand on Dylan’s forearm. “Dylan, who is that hunk balancing on the bar – see, over there, he’s just using his hands and holding his body horizontal. He must be superman-strong!”

 

Dylan zeroed in on the dark-tanned man Ricky had described, watched for a few moments, and then laughed. “Let me guess – you’ve seen him before in a certain kind of movie, right?” Ricky nodded, blushing a bit. “He’s not just a porn star. He owns his own studio, plus at least one other. He’s called the Hawaiian Nine, and I’m sure you can guess why, especially if you’ve seen him in action.”

 

“What’s his real name?”

 

“I don’t know. He and his company both go by that Hawaiian Nine label. If you’re interested, I can tell you that he never seems to go anywhere socially, either with anyone else, or alone. It’s like he’s one hundred and ten percent business, and no room for anything else. The word is that he’s got a two-storey condo in one of those buildings right up there,” this as he gestured at the row of deluxe condos overlooking the beach farther along the shore, “and all his social activity takes place there too. Rumour has it that he’s got a thing going with his latest co-star, Arpad Nagy, but no one ever seems to have seen them together. I think it’s all just talk.”

 

“Damn! I’d love to find out!”

 

“Well, you could go to work for him. His side studio is called Twink Heaven – you could always audition for that.” Ricky blushed even harder. “Okay, I can see there’s a story here. Spill it!”

 

“I already tried. I made an audition video with Terry.”

 

“And?”

 

“And nothing. Just a form letter saying they didn’t need any new people right now.”

 

“Bullshit! Every film they do has newbies in it. I think maybe…. Wait a sec, how old were you when you applied?”

 

“A couple of months shy of eighteen.”

 

“Duh, That’s what they meant. Gotta stay right side of the law, and you, my dear boy, were under the legal limit. As a matter of fact, these porn producers all have to demand age twenty-one for wider distribution of their products. And anyway, I don’t know why you’re worrying about chasing a porn star who’s been around the block too many times when you already have a multi-millionaire in your pocket.”

 

Ricky laughed, and said, “Come on, let’s get back to meet Dennis. Going to come on up for the hot tub and stay for dinner?”

 

“Sure.”

 

Half an hour later, they were seated in the hot tub on the terrace. Ricky was wearing the same barely-there suit as when he was with Alan (“Damn, your ass looks super-sexy in that little number,” had been Dylan’s instant reaction), and he’d loaned Dylan a flashy yellow brief from the half-dozen that Alan had given him. As they sat there and chatted, Ricky moved his foot and slid it in between Dylan’s legs, using his toes to rub Dylan’s bulge – which promptly began growing and swelling.

 

Dylan pushed his foot away. “Don’t be an idiot. What if Alan comes home and sees you carrying on like that?”

 

“I’m sure he’d enjoy it. Look, Dylan, Alan is different. I don’t think there’s a jealous bone in his body. I’m sure he’d enjoy seeing us getting it on together, as long as he could join in after a while. Here’s the thing – Alan just loves fucking a wet asshole, getting sloppy seconds. He actually encouraged me to go over and meet a couple of other guys and try to get in bed with them. This was when we were sitting up by the rooftop pool on the building’s other wing. I did -- and I got both their loads deep in my hole. Alan was happier than a pig in shit as he fucked my sopping-wet ass that night.”

 

“No shit! When did this happen?”

 

“Last night. So come on, just relax and let’s get each other warmed up and then we can go inside and fuck our brains out. I’d love to take your load!”

 

“Is there anyone you don’t want to fuck you and breed you?”

 

“I’m beginning to think not. Getting loaded up is so fucking hot!”

 

Twenty minutes later, the boys were naked, and Ricky was bent over, grasping the bar at the end of the shower stall as Dylan worked a respectable seven-inch dick inside his hole. It didn’t take long. Ricky’s tale of the events of the day before had really revved him up, and Ricky’s hole was doing everything else that was necessary – and in just a few minutes, Dylan erupted inside Ricky, shooting a cascade of cum inside his friend’s cute butt.

 

After he calmed down and slid out, Ricky said, “Turn around. I want to do you now.”

 

“I thought you only did bottom.”

 

“Don’t forget, I’m still a newbie, there’s lots of things I’m still experiencing for the first time. Yesterday afternoon again, first time I ever fucked and bred anyone.”

 

“Who was that?”

 

“Ever hear of Rod Rammer?”

 

“And you fucked him? How the hell…?”

 

Ricky laughed. “All those years being the King Stud Top Man of gay porn, and the guy actually prefers to be on the bottom. That’s who I was with yesterday, him and his husband.”

 

“Holy shit. Did you get him to cum in you as well?”

 

“Yeah.” Ricky’s reply was laconic. “I got them both. Just like I’m going to get you now.”

 

With that, he slid his cock up Dylan’s crack and pressed against the tight knot of Dylan’s hole. Dylan took a second or two to adjust to the new dynamic, and then he relaxed and let Ricky slip into his tight channel.

 

As Ricky started pumping in and out of Dylan, he began following – without being aware he was doing it – some of the lessons he’d learned on the receiving end of Alan’s gifted tool. The big one here was adjusting the angle so that his cock plunged in each time from a slightly different direction. He kept that up until he heard a loud moan which told him that he’d just hit the sweet spot, and from then on he concentrated on brushing that part of Dylan with each plunge.

 

Dylan was thoroughly enjoying feeling his gland get stroked so often, but since he had just cum a few minutes earlier, it was going to take him a while to get right back up to the point. This was fine with Ricky, who was enjoying immensely the sensations he got from thrusting in and drawing back out of Dylan’s hole.

 

Soon, he decided to up the stakes and began to speed up, also reaching around Dylan’s body to grasp and tweak his nipples. Those proved to be Dylan’s real hot spot, and his moaning and purring grew rapidly in volume and intensity – as did Ricky’s fucking. He now had grasped hold of Dylan’s slender hips and was slamming his ass hard and fast and beginning to draw a load up out of his own balls, moving it into firing position.

 

Ricky leaned forward, across Dylan’s back, wrapped his arms right around his friend’s body, and started pounding deep and fast, just about ready now to breed the other boy. As his thrusts went in deeper and harder, Dylan could also feel the moment coming, and began stroking his own cock, trying to cum right at the same time as Ricky.

 

But it was Ricky who got there first. With a series of high-speed and vicious thrusts, he dragged his seed up and out, finally slamming hard against the rounded ass cheeks of his partner and jolting his ass with bolt after bolt of energetic cum shooting deep into him. Dylan stroked even faster, but Ricky suddenly snapped, “No! Don’t waste it.”

 

He pulled out of Dylan as fast as he could without hurting him, then dropped onto the shower floor, rolled onto his back, lifted his legs, and yelled, “Get it back inside me and fill me up again!” Dylan got down on his knees as fast as he could, planted his cock, buried it inside Ricky with a single hefty shove, and instantly exploded into Ricky’s ass while Ricky’s cum was still trying to leak out of his own hole.

 

Once he’d finished cumming, the strength in Dylan’s arms gave out and he dropped down across Ricky’s body, kissing him while his cock was still throbbing gently inside Ricky’s ass. Ricky wrapped his arms around Dylan, as they both lay there, gasping for breath. It was all very gentle and relaxing after their intense fucking – until both of their heads snapped over to one side as the sound of gentle clapping came from the open door of the bathroom. Alan was standing there, plainly enjoying the show very much indeed. He was smiling with an erotic glint in his eyes, and the front of his tailored trousers looked somewhat strained, to put it mildly. Dylan was full of consternation at being caught out while fucking and breeding this multi-millionaire’s own private and personal boy, but Ricky knew that Alan was more than fine with it.

 

But Alan, perceptive as always, could feel that tension, and he reached out a hand to help Dylan to his feet, smiling and kissing him, and saying, “Well done! There should be an award for the fastest switch between bottom and top, and you two could walk away with it.”

 

Then Alan helped Ricky up, and Ricky, completely unabashed, greeted him brightly with, “Hi, Daddy,” and a big sloppy kiss.

 

Alan just looked at him for a moment, and then grinned and asked, “How many?”

 

“I got two of his and gave him one of mine.”

 

Alan’s eyes sparkled even brighter at the possibility that he might even get two wet boy butts to fuck tonight. “Make sure you keep it all inside you, boys. You never know when a well-loaded ass might come in handy.” Then he checked the time. “Dinner in eighty minutes. Think you lads can get yourselves cleaned up and a bit presentable by that time?”

 

Dylan nodded, and Ricky said, “Of course, Daddy. No problem.”

 

Dylan was a bit quiet while they showered again, to wash off and cool down this time, and then towelled off and dressed themselves. Rationally, he could see that there was nothing wrong with the situation at all but, unlike Ricky, the idea of so much switch-partners activity happening so quickly made him a bit nervous. One of Steven’s Daddy Parties every few months was enough wild and crazy time for him, as a rule.

 

In due course, Ricky jollied him back into a better mood, and when they presented themselves for dinner, Dylan was feeling a lot more upbeat. Alan spoiled them all with his hunter’s schnitzel in red wine mushroom sauce, along with a German potato salad and braised red cabbage. Since Dylan’s mom was German, he was thoroughly familiar with this kind of meal but not at this amazing level of quality. He said so to Alan, and Alan smiled, liking this young man’s well-mannered style at the table.

 

After dinner, Alan took a moment to apologize to Dylan. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression before dinner that you were expected to remain after the meal or required to participate in any further fun and games. That’s entirely at your own choice, and if you are ready to go instead, I’ll message Dennis to come and take you home. He’s on standby for me all day.”

 

“Thank you, umm….”

 

“It’s fine if you call me Alan.”

 

“Thank you, Alan. I appreciate your consideration, and your wonderful cooking. But I would like to stay, for a while anyway.”

 

“And for the night if he wants to, right, Daddy?”

 

Alan laughed at Ricky’s eagerness. It was plain that he’d enjoyed playing with Dylan. “Of course, as long as you two are on either side of me so I can keep you away from each other and hands to yourselves while I’m trying to get my sleep.” That made them all laugh.

 

“Is that what you want to do, Dylan?” Alan asked – and then, as Dylan grinned and nodded, “Okay, I’ll message Dennis that he can go off standby now.”

 

Although Alan tried to shoo them away, the boys insisted on staying in the kitchen to help with cleanup – “That’s the very least we can do,” as Dylan put it. But in another half an hour they were all lying naked together on the bed, with Alan in the middle, wrapping an arm around each of the boys and cuddling them close as they played with his nips, his balls, and his cock.

 

It all looked very cozy and domestic, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Three cocks and two asses had very definite ideas about what should happen next and were all twitching and pulsating eagerly. In no time, the two boys had both straddled Alan’s body, as Dylan fed his cock into Alan’s mouth while Ricky went to work on Alan’s own cock. Both Dylan and Alan were moaning at the expert sucking, and Ricky realized that he wanted something to moan about as well. He straightened up, moved forward, and settled down again with Alan’s rigid tool sliding up into his warm, wet ass cavern.

 

Alan moaned aloud as his boy’s hole swallowed him to the root. As soon as Dylan realized what had happened, he pulled out of Alan’s mouth, turned around, and presented Alan with his ass as he bent down to swallow Ricky’s cock. Alan was more than happy to start kissing and licking Dylan’s well-formed cheeks and tasting the musk and hints of cum in the deep crack between them. And Ricky was overjoyed to be getting it from both sides again as Dylan sucked him while Alan fucked him.

 

Soon, though, Ricky had to urge Dylan up and away, saying, “I don’t want to cum too soon. Get on all fours and I’ll give you another load while Alan breeds me from behind.”

 

The fuck train was ready to go in no time, with Ricky in the middle and Alan at the rear end. All three were making assorted moaning and grunting sounds as Ricky began to move, sliding back and forth between Dylan’s hole and Alan’s rampant tool, and Ricky was definitely making as much noise as the other two combined, with all the stimulation he was getting. Ricky’s obvious delight in the feelings of fucking and getting fucked at the same time intrigued Alan and nudged him to make an unusual request.

 

“Hold on a moment, boys.” Once they’d stopped, he continued. “I think I’d like to try that, being in the middle – it’ll be a first for me. Come on, Ricky, let’s switch places.”

 

“You want me to fuck you? I thought you were top only.”

 

“Usually, I am, but tonight’s a good night to go experimental. Just take it easy on me, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. The lube is in the bedtable drawer, right there.”

 

Ricky was both flustered and overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of breeding his daddy’s ass, which he had thought was strictly off-limits. He gulped with the anticipation as Alan got into place behind Dylan and sank easily into his hole. Ricky got the lube out, spread some around his raging cock, and used his fingers to apply it to Alan’s hole, sliding a finger in and out of his daddy several times to be sure he was ready. Then he moved into position, spreading Alan’s firm ass cheeks apart and nudging his cock into the crack. He planted the head right against Alan’s tight little button and then began to lean forward, slowly and easily.

 

It took a bit of time, during which Dylan waited patiently with Alan’s cock buried to the hilt in his hole. While he waited, Alan leaned down next to him and spoke quietly in his ear. “That hole of yours feels wonderful with all that hot cum in there waiting for me to add to it.”

 

Finally, Ricky slipped into Alan. Alan groaned aloud, biting down on the urge to yell, and Ricky held still for another minute or two, until Alan’s hole began to relax. Then he slowly sank all the way into his daddy’s tight ass, uttering a purr of satisfaction as he reached the bottom.

 

He checked to make sure Alan was all the way into Dylan, and then pulled back until only his cock head was in Alan’s hole. “Okay, Daddy, you get to set the pace now. Start sliding back and forth between us. Just go at the speed where you’re comfortable.”

 

Alan’s face was alight from the incredible stimulation he was feeling, a stimulation so unlike any he had felt before. As he pushed forward into Dylan, and then sank back onto Ricky, everything was being worked at once – his dick, his hole, his hands on Dylan, his boy’s hands on him, it was all a mind-blowing new experience. As the rhythm settled into place, he found himself drifting off into a sensual never-never land of unbearable and intense sensations.

 

Suddenly, Alan emitted a gasp. “Fuck! I can’t hold it! I’m going to cum!”

 

Almost before he’d uttered the last word, his cock swelled up and blasted off inside Dylan’s ass, filling the redhead with another hot load. Alan’s rapid onset of excitement and the contractions of his ass as he came were all it took to set Ricky off as well. A few more quick, hard strokes, and Ricky exploded into his daddy’s tight hole.

 

Dylan was madly jerking his cock to try to catch up to the other two. But Ricky yelled, “Hang on, Dylan, be right there!” He slid carefully but quickly out of Alan, who also pulled free of Dylan. Ricky scooted around, slid under Dylan onto his face, and spread his cheeks. Once again, he was just in time to let Dylan plunge into him, and with a few quick strokes Dylan let off a third big load inside Ricky’s hole.

 

Alan fell back against the pillows, watching as the two boys finished their instant power fuck.  As wonderful as it had felt to take a cock and a load again, and to have his boy be the one giving it to him, he had still only cum once to their several. But he could wait a while if he had to.

 

Dylan reared up and flopped back onto the pillows next to Alan, gasping, “I’m done! What an amazing experience.”

 

But Ricky was not done. There was still one more load he wanted to get, and for him it was the most important one of all. He slid up and curled in on Alan’s other side, murmuring, “Let me know when you’re ready to take me, Daddy.” Alan cuddled him closer, reaching out an arm to draw Dylan in at the same time, and they all dozed off.

 

About an hour later, Dylan woke up and climbed off the bed to go to the bathroom, get rid of the sperm swimming in his ass, and clean himself off. Alan woke up, too, when Dylan moved, and turned to look at Ricky, who was still sleeping, with a beatific smile on his face. When Alan heard the shower running, he reached out and gently stroked Ricky’s face, nudging him awake.

 

Ricky came awake with a little cry of disappointment.

 

“What’s wrong, my boy?”

 

“I was just having the most beautiful dream about you making love to me on a tropical beach.”

 

“Well, there’s no beach here but let’s see what we can do about that.” Alan had a knowing grin on his face as he drew Ricky into his arms and began kissing him. Ricky could feel that his daddy’s cock was hard again, pressing against his own. He began to draw his legs up into position on either side as Alan rolled on top of him.

 

Dylan stepped out of the shower, finished drying off, and opened the door to see an incredible scene playing out on the bed. It was the most romantic encounter he’d ever witnessed. He slid quietly down into a chair and watched as the two bodies on the bed coupled.

 

Dylan felt a real sense of awe as he looked on. The two were joined so closely together that it seemed almost as if they had become one being, or as if they had been perfectly designed from before the beginning of time to fit together and achieve complete unity. Ricky’s arms went right around Alan’s chest, while his legs locked ankles perfectly over Alan’s lower back. Alan had one arm holding Ricky close from under his neck, while the other stroked his body gently. When Alan fitted his cock into Ricky’s ass, his head naturally fell into exactly the right position for them to kiss deeply as Alan pumped into his boy.

 

Dylan couldn’t help feeling the waves of affection emanating from the couple as they mated, and the affection was real and palpable. Is that love? he asked himself one second, and then immediately realized that if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

 

He kept watching as the world receded into the distance, as time itself seemed to slow and stop, and only the endless gentle motion of Alan’s hips up and down over Ricky’s pert ass continued. But then Alan gasped out the single magic word “…cumming…” and Ricky replied “…so am I…”

 

Alan plunged all the way down and the two of them cried out in unison, bodies perfectly joined as they reached the climax in perfect unison. And Dylan thought, a bit enviously, And here I thought that only happened in romantic fiction.

 

At last, Alan slipped out of the hole and Ricky lowered his legs and arms, but they continued kissing each other, more gently, but with no less intention. Dylan felt uncomfortable. Perhaps he should have left, but he didn’t know where else in this huge penthouse he could go to sleep. He shifted uneasily in the chair. Alan caught the sound and looked over at him.

 

“I’m sorry, Alan. I shouldn’t have been watching.”

 

“Don’t worry, Dylan. I don’t mind and I’m sure….”

 

“I don’t either,” Ricky put in.

 

“There, you see, it’s not a problem. Come on back to bed with us.”

 

In minutes all three of them were cuddled up together again, with Alan again insisting on being in between the two younger guys for his own safety, and they fell deeply asleep in no time.

 

After a profound night’s rest, Alan was the first to wake in the morning. He looked at the two young men sleeping on either side of him, and smiled, remembering not only their hot times the night before but also enjoying the surprise he was going to spring on them at breakfast.

 

He pulled on some shorts and headed to the kitchen to set the coffee brewing, before whipping up a batch of his special French toast, flavoured lightly with coffee liqueur. As he was assembling the utensils he needed, two arms slid around his bare torso and a head rested lightly against his back.

 

“Good morning, my boy.”

 

The voice which answered was not the one he expected. “Good morning, Alan.”

 

He turned around in mock surprise. “Wait… you’re not my boy!”

 

Dylan laughed. “I let him have the shower first. I knew if we went in together, we’d only end up being late for breakfast – probably very late.”

 

Alan laughed with him. Then he poured coffee for both of them.

 

Dylan flung his arm out in a theatrical gesture. “Is this a steaming mug I see before me, the handle to my hand?”

 

Alan laughed again and slid the mug over to him. “Cream? Sugar?

 

“Just cream, thanks.”

 

“I’ll hold off beginning any cooking until you are into the shower. That way the food should all be ready just at the right time.”

 

A moment later, Ricky sauntered in, wrapped in a rather small towel. “Good morning, daddy. Hi, Dylan.”

 

“Walking in here barely covered like that, I swear you’re trying to start something,” Dylan grumbled.

 

“Which he is,” Alan put in.

 

“I’ll go get cleaned up, and you can try to make him behave.” Dylan headed off to get in the shower. Alan and Ricky exchanged kisses for a minute, and then Alan turned back to his work, cracking and whipping up the eggs for the French toast.

 

Ricky sipped his coffee meditatively. “Daddy, I hope you weren’t upset about me inviting Dylan to spend the night.”

“Of course not. Just curious about why you did it.”

 

“It just seemed like the natural continuation of spending a day together, getting to know each other. Other than Terry, Dylan was the first guy I really clicked with since I came west. We were right next to each other on the table at that Daddy Party, and he struck me right away as someone I’d like to have for a friend. And I was right.”

 

“More than a friend?”

 

“I don’t think so. Definitely fun to play with and cute, but that’s nowhere near being a full-blown relationship.”

 

“Meaning?”

 

“It takes more than sex to make a couple.”

 

Alan looked at his boy thoughtfully. “I was right. You really are far more perceptive than anyone else your age I’ve ever met – certainly more perceptive than I was at that age. Oh, wait, I just heard the shower turning off. Better go put on something a bit more secure than that wash cloth before you sit down for breakfast. We wouldn’t want you to have an accidental wardrobe misfunction that would disrupt the program for the day, now, would we?”

 

“Who is this ‘we’ to whom you refer? I wasn’t aware you would be upset.”

 

“I certainly would be if something happened to make my French toast go for too long in the pan and get burnt and tough.”

 

Ricky gave a mock sigh of exasperation, then winked at Alan and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. While there, he loaned some things to Dylan so he also could come to breakfast in clean clothes. Soon, they were seated at the table when Alan plated the first round of French toast, accompanied by grilled sausages and a choice of maple syrup, strawberry syrup, or Alan’s own special weakness, creamery butter and artisan chocolate mousse spread.

 

Once the second round had been completed and dished up, and the coffee mugs refilled, Alan cleared his throat in a way that clearly said the meeting will now come to order.

 

“I’ve got something to explain which I want both of you to hear. Ricky, we’re leaving a week from Monday for ten days in Hawaii. From what you’ve told me, I don’t think you’ve ever been off the mainland so that will be a real experience for you, hopefully an enjoyable one.”

 

“Wow, daddy, that sounds absolutely awesome!”

 

“I’m glad you approve.”

 

Dylan spoke up. “And where do I come in?”

 

Alan looked thoughtful. “Well, I’m not going for a holiday. I’m going to negotiate a major business deal and I will likely need most of my time there to make the deal take shape and get confirmed. That means Ricky is going to be on his own most of the ten days. Dylan, I’m asking if you’d be willing to go along, to give Ricky some company, and to make me feel a bit better knowing that you’re always out and about as a pair and not alone. But if you don’t want to go, just say the word. I don’t want to back you into a corner if you’d rather not make the trip. It’s completely up to you.”

 

Alan was pleased to see that Dylan took some time to think about the offer before responding.

 

“I’ll need to check with my boss to see if they can do without me for that long, but it’s our off season so it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve not been working many shifts lately anyway. Can I let you know tomorrow afternoon?”

 

“That’ll be fine, Dylan. If you confirm to me that you can go, I’ll go ahead and book your ticket. I’ve already got Ricky’s ticket reserved, and I’ve booked a huge suite at the resort so there’s more than enough room for all of us – even when someone really needs to sleep alone.” This with a wicked grin and wink. All three of them laughed. “I just need you to give me your full name and birth date for the ticket.”

 

Once all of that was taken care of, they settled down to enjoy the rest of the French toast and coffee.

 

Just over a week later, the three of them were seated in three seats in the first class cabin of a huge airliner as it taxied towards the runway at Los Angeles Airport. The flight attendants had already handed around an introductory round of mai tais, checking the boys’ photo ID to be sure they were old enough. The boys toasted each other, and then turned to lift their glasses to Alan in the single seat across the aisle. After the usual interminable wait for their turn at the runway, the flight attendants came around again to collect the glasses. Then the seat belt sign chimed, the plane turned onto the runway, and there came a deep-throated roar as the engines revved up to full throttle and the plane leaped forward.

 

Alan felt again the never-failing sense of exhilaration as the acceleration pinned him back into his seat. He glanced across at Ricky and Dylan, recognizing their excitement as the same he had felt all those years ago on his first flight, when his mother (now long gone) had taken him in the summer to visit her parents in Switzerland. The nose tilted up, then came the sudden cessation of vibration as the wheels pulled away from the runway and the plane soared aloft. The coastline slid away seconds later under them, and they were out over the Pacific Ocean. Ricky and Dylan stared at each other, each having the same thought as they left behind the land where their feet had always rested, ever since they could walk. Hawaii, here we come!

 

 

 

[NLbear]

They will have a FUCKING good time in Hawaii. Will we get a surprise if a certain person with a 9" cock shows up?

[daddybear54]

2 hours ago, NLbear said:

They will have a FUCKING good time in Hawaii. Will we get a surprise if a certain person with a 9" cock shows up?

All in good time for that surprise.

[daddybear54]

Chapter 6:  Twinks, Aloha Style

 

 

As the plane soared over the ocean towards the mid-Pacific island paradise, Ricky engaged in a conversation with the woman across the aisle on the other side. She proved to be an executive of a Honolulu-based tour company which offered Hawaiian immersion experiences to visitors, especially those coming to the islands for the first time. She passed Ricky a brochure and a paper which proved to be a detailed questionnaire. “I never travel without a few of these handy, and you just proved why,” she said with a smile. “Do the questionnaire carefully, and you’ll get some point scores which will direct you towards some of our experiences that best suit your interests. Our packages are sold by hotels and resorts on all the islands.”

 

He thanked her and he and Dylan set to work. After about thirty minutes of work (and a few good-natured disagreements), they determined that both of them were most interested in Scenic Beauty, and Dylan had Active Sports and Hawaiian Culture as his second and third choices, while Ricky had the same two in reverse.

 

“Hah!” Dylan snorted. “As if your favourite active sport is going to be in a tour brochure!”

 

“Like you’re not just as bad, especially when you’re passive – I mean, not really active!”

 

It was at this point that a grinning Alan put in his two cents worth, since the movie he’d selected on the inflight entertainment had turned out to be a total dud. “I have Sunday off, no meetings, so let’s make that a day to go to the Polynesian Cultural Centre. I always enjoy that place and learn new things every time I go.”

 

They agreed to that. Then Dylan asked, “Alan, choice between the Volcanoes Tour on the Big Island or the Bike Ride down the volcano in Maui – which one would you recommend?”

 

“Do both,” he answered promptly. “Two separate days, say Friday and then Monday or Tuesday, since they both involve flights to other islands.”

 

“What about Kauai? It looks totally gorgeous,” Ricky put in.

 

“It is, but to me Kauai is a whole experience to itself. I’d go there for a full week any time.”

 

“Lotsa young cuties, huh?” Dylan’s smart-ass remark brought another chuckle from Alan.

 

“Let’s just say that it’s the one island I’ve been to in Hawaii where I really felt like I was off in another world altogether – completely separated from all the hassles of day-to-day life. We’ll go there soon for another trip.”

 

“Okay, then, we’ll hit the tour desk at the hotel in the morning and book those three. And that still leaves a fair bit of time to explore Waikiki Beach, some restaurants, some shopping, lounging at the pool, the gay beach….”

 

“And don’t forget that our section of the resort has its own exclusive pool,” Alan added.

 

All three of them laughed. The tour company executive smiled discreetly. She knew how much money flowed into her company every year from LGBTQ travellers.

 

Twilight was descending over the island and the lights of Honolulu twinkled in the dusk as the plane settled onto the runway, and then turned off to taxi to the terminal. In no time, they had gotten down to the arrivals level, claimed their baggage, and hired a limo to take them to their resort. Their huge corner suite included balconies on two sides, and the boys naturally wanted to go out for a first look.

 

Below them, they could make out the tops of the palm trees and see the line of lighted towers stretching away in a broad arc to the east. They could see in the reflected light the gentle surf washing up on the beach below them. Somewhere down there, too, there came the sound of young voices hooting and hollering as they splashed around in the pool.

 

“Wow,” Dylan said, “this is going to be incredible. Just from what we can see and hear right now, it’s putting me into a holiday mood.”

 

Ricky just had to tease him. “Romantic holiday?”

 

“Horny as hell holiday.”

 

Both of them laughed as they came back inside, grabbing ass from each other. Alan looked at them and smiled indulgently.

 

“You lads seem pretty eager to get busy. But I’m always tired and need a good night’s sleep after a day of air travel. I’m going to shower off and then go to sleep in here. You two can go ahead and play in the other room if you like.” With that, he went into the main bedroom and closed the door without latching it.

 

“Thank you, daddy,” Ricky called after him as he went.

 

“Well?”

 

“Lead the way.”

 

In seconds, the two of them were undressed and twined together on the sheets of the bed. Even as they grabbed at each other’s bodies and their hard cocks duelled between them, both of them were thinking of the older man in the other room – Ricky with real affection and Dylan with a mix of wonderment and puzzlement.

 

“Ricky, is he for real? I just can’t believe that he’s letting you go fool around with other guys, and even encouraging you to do it. I know, you told me all about the sloppy seconds thing, but still….”

 

Ricky smiled and shrugged, then dived down and sucked Dylan’s raging erection right down into his throat.

 

“Aw, fuck. Maybe we’d better close the door first.”

 

Ricky got up quickly, closed the door, and then dived right back down onto his target again.

 

Forty minutes later, after each of them had planted his seed deep in the ass of the other, they collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep. Ricky awoke after several hours, sensing that something was missing. Looking around, he realized what it was. No Alan. Dylan was still out like a light, so Ricky got quietly out of bed, crossed the sitting room, and opened the door of the main bedroom. He turned down the covers and crawled into bed there, and as he pulled the covers over himself, an arm reached out to draw him nearer.

 

“Mmm, that’s good,” a sleepy voice murmured.

 

“Good night, daddy,” Ricky replied. He snuggled closer to the man in the bed as the arm squeezed him affectionately.

 

The next morning, Ricky awoke and slowly realized that he felt like he needed to take a dump. But then he felt the solid mass in his hole moving deeper inside and knew that Alan had awoken first and sneaked a hard dick into his relaxed ass without waking him up instantly. “Good morning,” Ricky said, stretching his arms and yawning. “How’s my clever daddy this morning?”

 

“Clever?”

 

“Getting a head start on me so smoothly.”

 

Alan laughed. “Well rested, and full of energy. And you’re full of something too, something wet and warm, and it feels great, as always. Ricky, it’s awesome, the way you’re always trying to make me happy by giving me what I love to enjoy.”

 

“I’m glad to do it, because you’re giving me so much, Daddy.”

 

“Here, I’ll pull out and you can roll over.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I really enjoy going face to face with my boy, kissing him as I’m fucking the sloppy wet ass he’s giving me, especially first thing in the morning like this.”

 

Ricky laid down on his back and lifted his legs up – and suddenly the room was flooded with light.

 

“What the… are we being filmed?”

 

“No, the sun just came up and found the spot where I didn’t quite get the curtains closed all the way last night.” They both laughed, and then Alan entered his boy again, sinking slowly all the way in and then pressing lips eagerly to lips. Ricky’s arms went around Alan’s torso, his legs locked around Alan’s waist, and there they were, fully joined together again.

 

“Mmm, when I get inside you and you’re so ready for me, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

 

“And I love the way it feels when you fuck me slowly while we take our time kissing each other.”

 

“Well, then….”

 

Alan resumed his slow, easy fucking motions as they kept kissing, swapping tongues, pressing their faces together in growing passion. Alan’s hard cock was stirring Ricky’s guts and rubbing his prostate, once again finding the exact spot that got Ricky fired up.

 

As ever, it seemed too wonderful to end -- but on the other extreme it was going to end far too soon because it was going so perfectly. Alan’s strokes were getting faster and rougher, and the impacts on Ricky’s prostate more insistent, and they both knew that they were going to cum soon. Alan’s breathing was getting faster and harsher, and Ricky matched him, breath for breath. Alan began grunting, “Fuck… fuck… fuck….” under his breath, and Ricky squeezed his tool with his hole, forcing Alan to reach the peak.

 

And then, just as Alan threw his head back to cry out that he was cumming, Ricky’s cock lifted up off his abs and launched a barrage of sperm rockets into the air, trailing drops of cum across his chest and abs as the fireworks kept exploding out of him. The contraction of his hole with the very first launch drove Alan into letting his sperm fly inside his boy’s ass, spurt after spurt and several more still. The contractions and pulsations as the two of them came, right together, kept their orgasms going on and on, jolt after jolt. But at last, the contractions ebbed away, and they both breathed again, loudly at first but gradually quieting. Alan’s arms lowered him again, gently down onto his boy’s taut young body as they stroked each other with light caresses. And time stood still.

 

Ricky finally opened his eyes again and looked right into Alan’s beautiful blue eyes. “How does this happen, Daddy? How do we keep getting better and better together? Every time we do this, it always feels like a huge improvement over the last time.”

 

“I know, my boy, and I don’t know why. I’m just treasuring this reality, that we both make it so amazing for each other.”

 

They kissed gently for a few more minutes until they heard Dylan making some discreetly peremptory noises by shuffling things around in the living room. They both laughed and got out of bed to get the day going.

 

The three of them enjoyed an awesome buffet breakfast on the hotel’s terrace restaurant, but then Alan had to go off to his first of a week-long string of business meetings. He said he would be back at about seven o’clock to take them to one of his favourite places for dinner.

 

The boys decided to go to the tour desk first, and then do some exploring in the stores, and just walk around and get the feel of the resort and the whole area of Waikiki around it. By about one o’clock, they’d had enough of that and headed back to the suite to get changed for the pool. Then they took turns rubbing sunscreen into each other’s skin.

 

Ricky grumbled. “I hate getting all this goop slathered all over me.”

 

“Well, buddy, I don’t know about you, but I have no choice. I think it’s part of the genetic curse of the redheads – when I’m out in the sun, my skin goes white-white-white-white-white-third degree burn. Without the sunscreen, I’d be in the hospital before dinner time. And bring it with us when we go down, because I’m going to have to add more before the day is over.”

 

“Is that any reason to sandpaper my skin off? You need to use a better body lotion on your hands, there, Dylan.”

 

“Take it easy, Ricky, we’re not going to be able to go down to the pool if you don’t get that horse of yours under control and keep it in the stable.”

 

“Is it my fault that you keep rubbing as close to my crotch as you can get?”

 

Of course, they were both laughing as they finally headed for the elevator. Getting off at the second floor, they sauntered outside and found a nearly-deserted deck around the private pool for the deluxe wing. They established themselves on a couple of lounge chairs, and then began looking around for a server. Eventually they spotted him when he emerged from talking to a group seated in a shady alcove behind some palmettos. And he was quite a sight – tall, dark hair and eyes, a long lean body and legs, fitted shirt, and an appreciable bump in the front of his uniform shorts.

 

The boys ordered drinks and lunch sandwiches from the menu. When the waiter returned with the food, he also brought the bill. Ricky took it and signed off, after marking in a generous tip. He made sure to mark their room number in extra large numbers, just in case.

 

The day passed in a pleasant mix of sun, swimming, and short powernaps, with extra application of sunscreen after two hours, much more quietly and less suggestively than when they first put it on in the room. Around three, they flagged the waiter again to get some mai tais. This time, the bill came with two copies. One was the usual for Ricky to sign. The other was a half-printed one where the machine had run out of toner. On this one, the waiter had circled his name – “LEO” – and added a short note, “I’m off at 4:00.” Ricky read it, showed it to Dylan, and then both of them nodded as he handed the note and the signed bill back to Leo.

 

At 3:50, they finished off their drinks, and headed for the exit to go back up to the suite, with Dylan giving Leo a clear wink as they passed him. Up in the suite, they tore off their swimsuits which were beginning to feel painfully cramped and started making out. Their cocks were getting big, hard, and dripping before the knock came on the door at 4:05. Ricky went over, looked through the viewer, and then opened it to admit Leo.

 

By the time Ricky got the door closed, Leo was pressed against his back, grinding a firm cock into his ass crack while he struggled to turn around and face this hot guy. Nor did Dylan intend to get left out, as he came over and pressed in close to Leo, then reached down to pull the guy’s t-shirt up and over his head. Then he pulled the shorts down and found that Leo had no underwear on. Well, that explained why his bulge was so prominent under those shorts.

 

They soon found out that Leo intended to be the one calling all the shots. He spun Ricky around, and said, “Get down there and suck my cock.” Ricky obediently went to his knees and set to work on Leo’s tool – eight inches long, with a wicked curve upwards. Leo then snapped at Dylan, “And you – eat my ass.”

 

And there the two of them were, down on their knees, eating front and back of this hot stud and loving every minute of it. But Ricky really wanted to collect the guy’s load in his hole and was afraid he was going to get it in his throat instead. So he stood up, turned around, thrust his ass out and began rubbing the crack up and down over Leo’s head.

 

“So that’s what you’re after. You need rubbers?”

 

“Hell, no. Plant that thing in me bare.”

 

Leo wrapped his arms around Ricky’s chest from behind, heaved him up off the floor and carried him over to the bed, where he flung the sexy twink face down. Instantly he leaped on top of Ricky, pressing his shoulders down and snapping, “Spread that ass.” In seconds, Leo had his face buried in between Ricky’s cheeks and was tonguing and sucking on the hole for all he was worth, while Dylan had gotten his face inside Leo’s ass again and was busy working on him.

 

 Leo knew Ricky was more than ready for his big tool, so he slid up and nudged the head in between Ricky’s cheeks until he found the knot. Then he planted it there and leaned on it, pressing down harder until the hole popped open and he was inside. Ricky groaned as Leo sank his long curving sword deeper into his boy ass. Then Dylan decided to try it on with Leo, but he’d no sooner gotten his cock planted in Leo’s crack than Leo reached back and swatted him away.

 

“No chance, boy. I fuck. I don’t get fucked.”

 

Dylan then came around to the front so he could slide his cock into Ricky’s mouth. After a minute or so of spit-roasting him like this, Leo got another idea. “Come on, boy, up and at ‘em. I want to fuck you out there.” He gestured towards the broad shady balcony.

 

“Are you nuts? Everyone will see us out there!”

 

“Actually, they won’t. No other balcony has a view of this one, and if we stay back under the overhang we’re  not even visible from the ground. Come on, I love fucking ass outdoors.”

 

“I sure hope you’re right.”

 

“Listen, boy, I’ve fucked on this balcony a few times. Last time was this really hot daddy, and boy, did he ever get revved up by doing it outside. I fucked two loads into him, and he came right with me both times – and he wasn’t even yanking his tool.”

 

“Okayyy….” Ricky did his best to sound like a naïve, scared boy, but inside he was exploding with glee at the thought of getting done out in the open. He slid the door open and led the way outside. Leo pushed him down over the lounger right by the door, and then mounted him again, entering his ass and sliding all the way in, then back out. It took him no time at all to get wound up to the point of no return. Outdoor fucking plainly turned Leo’s crank.

 

“Fuck, kid, I’m ready to breed your tight little ass. Take my fucking load!”

 

He jammed it in one last time and shot off into Ricky’s hot fuck tunnel. Then he snapped at Dylan, “Get down here on your back. Your turn now.”

 

Dylan lay down rapidly alongside Ricky on the double lounger. It didn’t take long for Leo to enter him and begin pounding into him, and it only took five minutes or so before a second load blasted out of that curving dick and into Dylan’s quivering body.

 

But still Dylan hadn’t cum, even though he was pulling hard on his dick. Ricky knew exactly what to do. “Dylan, cum inside me. Give me that hot load!”

 

Dylan shifted over, rolled Ricky onto his back, pushed his cock into Ricky’s now-opened ass and began fucking at high speed. “Yeah, buddy,” Ricky gasped, “Let me have that load. Flood me!”

 

Dylan hammered still harder, and then choked out the words, “Fucking cumming in your ass!” as his cock spasmed, shooting half a dozen distinct squirts of his man cream inside his buddy.

 

“Damn, that was hot!” Leo groaned. “Come on, you guys, get me cleaned off.” Ricky dived onto his cock first, licking and washing it clean with his mouth, tasting that heavenly flavour of used cock and ass. Dylan quickly joined him.

 

“Well, Leo, I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”

 

Once more, Alan had come home sooner than expected. Suddenly, the light went on in Ricky’s head.

 

“Daddy, you mean you’ve fucked with him before when you were here?”

 

Alan laughed. “Actually, no. Leo, do you want to tell them or shall I?”

 

Leo dropped his assumed arrogant top guy role and smiled sheepishly.

 

“Alan was my daddy for a while, five years ago, when I first came to the west coast from New York.”

 

Dylan jumped on that confession right away. “Aha! So that means you have been fucked, many times!”

 

Leo blushed. “Uh-huh. You know how it works. Sloppy seconds and everything.”

 

Alan smiled in his usual kind manner. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

 

Leo shook his head. “Thank you, but no. I have to get home to my boyfriend. He’ll get hot as hell when I tell him I bred two young guys, and he’ll be wanting to give me his load in my ass. I just play top here because so many of the guys who come here are bottoms, and it gets me laid and gets me the big tips.” Alan directed a quizzical look at him. “Sorry, I wasn’t angling for a tip  when I said that.”

 

Alan laughed. “Well, then, just call it a present – for old times’ sake.” So saying, he slipped Leo a pair of fifty-dollar bills.

 

Leo hugged and thanked him, then kissed the boys goodbye, and thanked them for a “great fucking afternoon.” And after he left, Ricky commented that his last sentence was capable of being interpreted in more than one way. All three of them laughed.

 

They had a splendid leisurely dinner on an outdoor terrace with tiki torches flaring and the sound of the ocean surf quietly lapping on the sand somewhere below them. An hour after they’d finished eating, the three of them were all in bed together again, letting Alan enjoy his favourite kind of sex – fucking two used and filled boy holes.

 

By the third day of meetings, it was obvious to Alan that his hoped-for business deal was going off the rails and couldn’t be salvaged. He shrugged, smiled, courteously thanked the people he’d been negotiating with for their time, and spent the rest of the stay as a holiday, hanging out with the boys whenever they wanted, or letting them go on their own as they wished.

 

When they all went together to the Polynesian Cultural Center, he refused to tell them anything about what they were going to see, hear, or experience. “Just listen closely to all the interpreters and their explanations. The place is like a living encyclopedia in full, blazing colour. Meet you back here at 5:00 for the luau dinner and the show.”

 

At dinner, they had plenty of stories of the day to share with each other. Then came the spectacular stage show, ending with the climactic fire dances – and once again, they had a lot to talk over on the coach back to Waikiki. That was one night when all three of them just slept – it had been a long and full day.

 

The day the boys went to Maui for the bike ride down the mountain, Ricky managed to collect a quick load in the washroom when they stopped for a snack break, letting one of the guys who escorted the bike tour give him a quick pump and dump. How appropriate that it was the guide who rode last in the party as the “Tail-End Charlie” who opened up his hole and bred him.

 

On their day trip to the Big Island and the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, the group were given a fair chunk of free time before the coach ride back to the Hilo airport. Dylan and Ricky used part of it to wander off down a little-used path through the forest until they found a secluded spot where Dylan could give Ricky a quick shot in the ass to keep him on top of his game. Fortunately, they finished just in time as the coach driver sounded his distinctive horn for the five-minute warning.

 

As for Alan, he was enjoying long spells out at the pool. It was a nice change of pace for him from his normal life. Being a multi-millionaire meant that he was constantly in and out of meetings with people who helped him care for his money, or people who wanted to touch him for donations, and it was good for the soul to park all of that for a few days. Not to say that he was idle. The day the boys were in Maui, he managed to get Leo back up to the room after he’d finished his shift at the poolside bar. Leo had no objection at all to being bred again by his former daddy, who always did it with his own unique and memorable style. Leo also didn’t object when Alan sent him on his way with another “present.”

 

At the end of the ten days, three satisfied and well-sexed guys sat down in the first-class cabin for the flight back to Los Angeles. They weren’t talking much, but all three of them displayed ear-to-ear grins which had some of the flight attendants wondering what made their holiday so special. The one attendant who was plainly gay just smiled discreetly to himself. He knew that “all fucked out” look, often having seen it on his own face in the mirror on a Monday morning.

 

Dennis met them with the car at the airport, and they headed off towards WeHo. “Do you want to join us tonight again, Dylan?” Alan was, as ever, the model of courtesy and consideration.

 

“Thanks very much, Alan. But I think I’d better not. Right back to work tomorrow, and I have the early shift.”

 

“That’s quite all right. Some other time, perhaps. Both of us really enjoyed having you along on this trip.” This with a subtle wink.

 

“We certainly did,” Ricky put in, grinning broadly at Dylan.

 

Dennis stopped outside Dylan’s apartment, and he kissed both of the others goodbye. “Thanks again, Alan, this trip has been absolutely incredible.”

 

“My pleasure, Dylan. We’ll see you soon.”

 

After Alan and Ricky got back up to the penthouse, had a nightcap together, and then showered and got into bed, Ricky spoke up.

 

“Alan, thank you so much for bringing Dylan along on that trip. That was so kind of you.”

 

“My boy, they say kindness is my middle name.” This with a wry chuckle. “But this is the way I look at it. I’ve had some incredible luck, and I’ve made many of my own chances. Now I’m a lot more than just comfortably well off. But with great money comes great responsibility. I could use my wealth to make a lot of other people miserable. But let’s face it, there are far too many rich people like that around already.

 

“I prefer to use what I have to express kindness and to help people, whether individuals or organizations. And I especially love to use my money to benefit the gay community. We gay people have got to have each other’s backs, Ricky, because there are so many people out there – so many – who will never have our backs at all. And that’s my mission in life – to have the backs of gay people in need.”

 

Ricky thought about that for a long minute, and then kissed Alan. “It’s a great philosophy, Alan. And now I know why so many people speak of you with such respect and affection.”

 

“Respect is always earned, Ricky. Remember that.”

 

“And you’ve earned it in spades, Daddy. My kind, caring, thoughtful Daddy.”

 

They rolled into each other’s arms in a warm and tender embrace. And Alan, surprising for him, found that he wasn’t too tired to give Ricky one more of his signature slow, hypnotic fucks and to breed him one more time before they settled down to sleep.