Daniel and Mitch

[hhmmpt9]

fuckkkk. I just came so hard to that I came in my eye

[dazzasboy]

Such a great story, I cannot decide who o would rather be

[Pnp-pig]

I would love to have been in that hotel room watching as this scene unfold, I am generally not into watching but this should have been filmed!

thanks for another hot chapter! @BreedingDan

[ejaculaTe]

One has to watch out for those quiet types who max out their yearly contribution to their 401(k) or IRA.

Jeezus, this chapter was hot...🔥🔥🔥 

[partying.hard]

On 12/28/2024 at 10:41 PM, versmetropig said:

Thank you for ThaT - I am Thoroughly enjoying this and Thoroughly Turned on by this and looking forward to more Time with this hoT family. By the way? For a first time writer you are doing an exceptional job @BreedingDan!

Nooo!  😵‍💫. Please don’t!  😳. Not you, too.  Capitalizing every T in the entire post.  There is someone else who does it …not just T, but also G.  
 

I blocked him because it was so irritating!  🤣🤣🤣

[viking8x6]

1 hour ago, partying.hard said:

Nooo!  😵‍💫. Please don’t!  😳. Not you, too.  Capitalizing every T in the entire post.

But he didn't. Not counting the T at the beginning of the sentence (which should be a capital), there are as many lower case t's there as there are capitals. Amazing how many T's there are in a two-line comment, eh?

[PozBearWI]

25 minutes ago, viking8x6 said:

But he didn't. Not counting the T at the beginning of the sentence (which should be a capital), there are as many lower case t's there as there are capitals. Amazing how many T's there are in a two-line comment, eh?

But a lot of misplaced capitalized T

[versmetropig]

6 hours ago, partying.hard said:

Nooo!  😵‍💫. Please don’t!  😳. Not you, too.  Capitalizing every T in the entire post.  There is someone else who does it …not just T, but also G.  
 

I blocked him because it was so irritating!  🤣🤣🤣

No problem, I'll stop...

[pupHawaii]

my fuckhole is pulsing .. more @BreedingDan more .. please .. Mitch .. father .. son .. guests .. FUCK YEAH!

[wonderfulwoof]

wish i knew a dad sonteam

[TaKinGDeePanal]

On 1/3/2025 at 10:35 AM, partying.hard said:

Nooo!  😵‍💫. Please don’t!  😳. Not you, too.  Capitalizing every T in the entire post.  There is someone else who does it …not just T, but also G.  
 

I blocked him because it was so irritating!  🤣🤣🤣

and he blocked that member on ALL social media - so I'm not sure that was the reason he did it.

[DNG999]

This story is so hot, had me spilling my load in no time.

[BreedingDan]

Chapter V (Part 1)

It was a balmy summer evening in the bustling city, and the sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Ben stepped off the elevator onto the gleaming marble floor of the penthouse. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took in the opulence that surrounded him. The place was a far cry from the cramped dorm room he'd been sharing with Tyler all year. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the skyline, the lights twinkling like a sea of diamonds.

"Thanks for letting me crash here, man," Ben said, slapping Tyler on the back as he stepped into the living room.

Tyler, his cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of apprehension, gave him a shy smile.

"This place is insane” Ben continued.” And I need to pee. Point me to the bathroom?"

"It's cool, right?" Tyler responded, his voice slightly shaky. "It's all Dad's. He's pretty chill, I think he will surprise you. Dad and Mitch will be home any minute and around that corner first door on the left is the nearest toilet.”

Once inside the bathroom Ben quickly locked the door, a bit lost in his own thoughts and trying to temper his anxiety stared at himself in the mirror and considered what this moment meant for his future. Last year when their college released their housing assignments Ben could not believe his good luck when he saw who his roommate would be. Tyler’s father, Daniel, was one of the most accomplished people to ever work in American advertising. About ten years ago he was recruited from the large advertising agency he ran to help a floundering senate candidate overhaul his communication strategy and Daniel had been widely credited for turning around that entire campaign. With Daniel’s guidance the guy running for senate won, of course, and later became an astoundingly popular two-term President after running two hugely successful presidential campaigns that Daniel also just so happened to have managed. Now Daniel is paid thousands of dollars an hour to manage public relations for a handful of high-profile politicians and celebrities.

Ben, a communications major himself, had learned about Tyler’s dad a few years ago after reading about him in one of those “40 under 40” stories about the 40 people under the age of 40 that basically everyone else aspires to be and Ben had followed Daniel’s career ever since. Tyler’s dad’s firm had an internship program that Ben would qualify for next summer. It was well understood within the industry that having that internship on your resume was priceless. Among the former interns were the communications director for a major TV network, a sports agent who had recently signed the largest NBA deal in history, and, of course, the White House press secretary.

Ben’s dad was a former high school football star. His mom got pregnant with Ben during her senior year of high school and Ben’s dad, now a two-bit used car salesman, held an unreasonable grudge against Ben for somehow being the reason that his dad missed his shot at playing in the NFL. It was a tired cliché but none-the-less it was the reason Ben did not have much of a relationship with his own father. Tyler seemed to not understand what a big deal his dad was, and although Ben truly did adore him, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of how close Tyler and his dad seemed to be.

Tyler’s dad had the power to give Ben everything he had ever wanted; status, connections, money – it was what Ben dreamed about and finally the universe had put him in a position to maybe make it happen.

Ben’s phone began to buzz with a text from Tyler: “Yo big guy, dad and Mitch are on their way up now. Meet us out on the terrace whenever you get done in there”. He ran the bathroom faucet and clapped some of the cold water on his face. This was it. Nerves be damned, it was go time.

Making his way out on the terrace Ben identified each of the three guys. Daniel, the epitome of masculine elegance and success, a man that exudes confidence. He was dressed in tailored shorts and a polo shirt that clung to his athletic frame, showcasing his toned arms and broad chest and Ben quickly noticed the watch on Daniel’s wrists that easily cost more than Ben’s childhood home. Tyler, a spitting image of his father, had inherited his sharp wit and charisma, along with his penchant for lean, toned physiques. And then there was Mitch, the wild card, a tall man with rugged features whose past was etched in the lines of his taut, muscular body. After everyone had introduced himself to one another, the guys sat down to a chill BBQ dinner, the conversation flowed easily, and Ben felt a strange sense of belonging. And although he was comfortable here and everyone seemed very genuine and inviting, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something beneath the surface, something that Tyler wasn't telling him about this group dynamic. As the night grew darker, the atmosphere grew thick with the promise of something illicit. Ben, unaccustomed to such opulence, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled into his bones. It was as if the penthouse itself held its breath, waiting for the secret to reveal itself. But the night was young, and the promise of a summer in the city was too enticing to let those feelings get the better of him.

The meal was simple but delicious and the view of the city was like something from a movie. They talked and laughed, the stress of the past year and of meeting Tyler’s dad was melting away with each bite of steak and swig of cold beer. When the plates were cleared and the bottles emptied, the four men called it a night, retreating to their respective bedrooms. Ben, his mind racing with the excitement of the evening and the uncharted territory of the summer ahead, found sleep elusive. After a long video chat with his girlfriend back home, he slipped out of the plush guestroom bed, his cock already semi-hard from the little strip-tease she had given him before they ended their chat. He was thirsty and decided to make his way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before forcing himself to sleep for the night.

 His bare feet whispered across the cold floor as he padded down the hallway, the only sound being the occasional muffled murmur from Tyler's room. As he approached the kitchen, the murmurs grew louder, more urgent. Ben's curiosity piqued, he slowed his steps, straining to listen. It sounded like Tyler was...moaning? He paused outside the bedroom door, his heart racing. The noises grew clearer, and Ben felt a strange mix of arousal and fear.

He leaned in, pressing his ear to the wood. The door was slightly ajar, and as Ben pushed it open, his eyes widened in shock. There, on the king-sized bed, Daniel was buried to the hilt inside Tyler, his hips pumping rhythmically. Tyler's face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his body arched off the mattress as he took his father's thick, meaty cock. Ben was breathless as he listened to Daniel grunting to Tyler.

“Fuck son, I almost forgot what a tight little hole you have. You feeling good son? You like having your dad’s cock open you up again?” Daniel moaned at Tyler.

 “Ughhhh fuckkkk dadddd you’re so big, so intense being filled up with my dad’s cock fuckkkkk”, Tyler moaned in response.

When Ben heard this quick exchange between Tyler and his dad he noticed his cock begin to tent in his boxers. Ben quickly surveyed the room and there was Mitch, sitting in a chair against the wall, stroking his own monstrous member while clearly enjoying the father-son show.

Ben watched as Mitch reached down and picked up a pipe and torch. His mouth hung open as he watched Mitch light the torch under the pipe and inhale, blowing out a huge cloud of thick white smoke into the room. What Ben did not realize was that as Mitch began to hit the pipe he had seen Ben in between the crack in the bedroom door. His years locked up taught him how to play it cool when you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, and although the sight of Ben spying was making his heart race adding a thrill of voyeurism to the evening, he pretended not to notice the boy. As Mitch blew out the cloud he noticed Ben's eyes widen in horror, and he rolled his eyes as he saw Ben fleeing back towards the kitchen. Panic began to flood through Mitch. He could not let their secret be exposed. It would ruin Daniel and destroy Tyler and Mitch was never, ever going to let that happen.