My Education of the Summer

[Cumbreedseed]

On 8/5/2025 at 1:17 PM, kspozcum said:

@BergenGuy Who knows what might be happening behind closed doors. Definitely not me. Nope.

Sorry for the slight delay on getting this update out. In the home stretch now on being done with all the things involved in getting my car back up and running. Also trying to get this story onto a different update schedule so that it doesn't interfere with my other stories. By the way, if any of you get a chance to check it out, the story @leatherpunk16 and I are writing together. I promise there are some really steamy updates coming up if you are into more sci-fi, military, and transformation stories. It's been a blast writing with him, and its definitely been a labor of love on our part, so please feel free to drop a like or a comment!

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Lesson 15: The Art of Extreme Self Care

I woke up with a start when I heard several dings coming from my phone. Bleary eyed, I looked up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of the house. Silence met my ears, and slowly I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the charger before unlocking it.

Looking at the screen, I saw several messages. Starting with the first one I received, I saw it was from my brother Ryan.

“Mom and Dad made breakfast. I left you a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. I know you probably aren’t in the mood to talk to them right now, so me and Marcus took them out for lunch to talk about things. Jen and Marcus had quite the fight out in front of the house, and she’s with her friends. The house is all yours. Text me if you want to talk or need anything.”

I smiled softly, amazed at how differently my brother was suddenly acting. Send a quick ‘thanks’ to him, I looked at the next text.

“Hey, it’s Marcus. Got your number from Ryan. Here if you need anyone to talk to. Might be a good idea to stay away from your sister, she’s on the war path. Don’t blame yourself. She brought this on.”

I found myself nodding, quite aware of how self-centered and unwilling to budge on something Jen was when she thought she was in the right. I honestly felt bad for Marcus, still feeling mostly to blame for their fight. Shaking the thought away, I replied again with a simple ‘thanks,’ unsure what else to say.

A few scam texts were the next ones, which I quickly deleted. Overdue tolls on a nonexistent car… Package I need to “pay” for delivery on… Someone randomly texting about a business lunch named Mirabel….

Dejected, I noticed an absence of reply from Mike or Greg. Sighing, I got up and shuffled downstairs, grabbing the plate of food out of the fridge, a small plate of scrambled eggs and some bacon. My stomach let out a grumble, as I finally felt somewhat hungry coming through the upset heaviness in my stomach. Not really wanting to take the time to heat it up, I stood at the counter and looked out the window as I ate in silence. 

I made quick work of the meal and placed the surprisingly clean plate in the sink, realizing I must have been hungrier than I thought. Giving another look on my phone, I went to the last text from Greg and Mike, re-reading the text they had previously sent when suddenly the phone buzzed and a new message popped up on the screen from Greg.

“Can’t really talk on the phone right now. Your last message has us worried. Everything ok boy?”

I quickly typed out an abbreviated retelling of the night before and walked back upstairs, flopping on the bed as I waited for a reply.

Reaching down, I idly went to go play with my cock, suddenly remembering that I was still in a cage. Annoyed, I frustratedly pulled my hand back out, and flopped back onto my back.

After a while my phone dinged and I quickly opened it, reading the newest message.

“Daddy Mike and I are really sorry that happened to you. Nothing we can say to fix it, but know that you are not what your sister called you. Family really can be the worst and knows exactly where to hit the hardest. If you end up needing a place to stay and think, you can sleep at our place. We should be home tomorrow, though we both wish we were there to help you get over how she made you feel. You're free to have a full run of the house while we’re gone.”

Smiling, I felt a warm tightness in my chest, glad to finally hear back from them. With a large sigh, I decided to switch into a pair of swim trunks and tank top before pulling on a pair of old tennis shoes I usually used to mow in and walked down the street to Mike and Greg’s house. Punching in the code on the garage door, I stood and waited as the large door slowly opened in almost silence.

I made quick work of the front yard, able to mow it in record time and went inside for a quick drink, sweat quickly cooling in the cold air conditioning of their house. I slowly walked around, exploring the large house before finally stopping at the door to the basement.  Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head.

“Well… they did say I could have full run on the house…” I said out loud to myself, before trying the handle, finding it unlocked.

Slowly, I walked down the stairs flicking the light on as I went before finding myself in the dungeon, looking around. I went first to the large humidor, looking at the various shelves of cigars before finally settling on one of the larger ones. Pulling it out, I quickly looked around and found a cigar cutter and lighter, making quick work of cutting it and getting it lit.

Finally getting the large cigar fully lit, I took a deep draw on in, sucking a deep lungful of smoke into my lungs, exhaling with a contented sigh as I watched the large cloud of smoke billow out of me. Taking a few more greedy puffs, I looked around and set it down in an ashtray before shocking my still slightly damn clothes off and letting the cool basement air hit my now naked skin.

Next, I walked over to the fridge and looked inside, grabbing a similar bottle of poppers to the one they’d given me and opened it up, taking several deep sniffs before recapping it. Groaning, I felt the rush of the poppers overcome me as I felt my cock strain to escape from the tight confines of the cage. Setting the poppers down next to the ashtray, I grabbed my balls and slowly began to squeeze and work them in my hand, enjoying the feeling as I grabbed the cigar and began puffing on it again.

I grinned, enjoying the feeling of smoking and playing with myself as I walked over to the large wall covered in various toys. Finally I stopped at the several dildos, each increasing in size from small to obscenely large. Smiling, I grabbed a few off the wall before looking around and spotting the lube from my previous visit in the room. Grabbing the bottle, I shakily grabbed a few of the more decent sized toys and walked to the center of the room, grabbing the poppers and ashtray as I walked.

Popping the top off the lube, I quickly coated a few of my fingers and slowly began to work them in, feeling as my hole quickly began to relax and open. Puffing away happily, I slowly worked my ass open before finally  pulling the fingers out with a wet plop. I then grabbed one of the large dildos and wiped my fingers free of the excess lube, before grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my now discarded trunks.

I quickly navigated my phone to the page with all the previous videos on the PIGLOADR site, and slowly got to work coating the toy with more lube, watching as I was fucked on camera. Now properly lubed, I slowly shuffled myself on my knees over the toy, positioning it so the tip was pressed against my now hungry hole. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, I opened them again, taking several deep sniffs before recapping them and in one solid movement, lowered my ass down on the toy, groaning in sheer ecstacy as the firm piece of silicone easily breached my ass,

“Oh fuck yes….” I groaned aloud, taking a deep inhale of the cigar, before slowly beginning to bounce up and down on the large toy. The only sound in the basement of was of my occasional groans, as well as the sound of my ass slupring hungrily as I continued to fuck myself hard and fast, as well as the sound of my phone playing back one of the videos of me begging for a load.

Looking around, I got an interesting idea in my head. Just how big could I take in my hole?

Pulling off the toy, I grabbed the next size up, and slowly put some lube on it before working it into my ass. I groaned again, slowly getting used to the increased girth of the toy, smoking even harder on the cigar. Over the next 30 minutes, i slowly kept increasing the size, switching to a bigger toy once I was used to it. Finally, I reached the largest toy I had grabbed, my cock now leaking from the continued assault on my prostate.

Slowly, I stood up and let the large dildo slid out of my ass, feeling my asshole gaping open in its absence. Horny beyond my wildest dreams, I walked over and grabbed the last few large toys, bringing them back and opening the bottle of poppers, huffing greedily as I began to work up to the last one.

Easily as thick as my wrist, and over a foot and a half long, I wondered if I would be able to take it. I looked down at my phone and quickly loaded the video of me and Ben, the bear from the cigar shop. Slowly I lube of the monster dildo and slowly got it ready, pulling out the already large toy from my ass as I positioned the monster dildo in its place. I slowly positioned myself so the large tip was at my hole, already stretching my loose hole nearly painfully. OPening the poppers I took in several more deep inhales before roughly shoving the large cigar in my mouth, watching as Ben slowly fucked my ass on the video.

“You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben said on the video, finally driving me over the edge as I forced the large toy up my ass, pain and pleasure making me groan as the toy stretched my ass to the extreme.

“OH FUCK!” I yelled loudly, my legs shaking as a sheen of sweat broke out across my body, feeling as the massive toy slowly pushed deeper inside me. Looking down, I swore I could see a slight bulge from it as it wormed its way in. Opening the bottle back up, I sniffed nonstop on the bottle as I took in lungful after lungful of the thick cigar smoke, losing myself to the sounds of Ben telling me I was going to be nothing but a toxic sperm receptacle. Finally, I bottomed out on the toy, my ass burning from the sensation of the massive stretch.

I felt my mind wander, replacing the idea of an obscenely large dildo in my ass instead with the idea of Mike or Greg’s hand and arm inside me. Slowly I began to bounce on the toy, my mind replacing it with the image of one or both of them taking turns fisting my ass, telling me they were working their tainted loads deep inside me.

Finally, I hit my limit and suddenly my cum began to leak like a hose out of the cage, my entire body shaking as the orgasm hit me.

“Oh… Oh fuck…. Work your poz loads into me with your fist Daddy…” I screamed, lost in a haze of poppers, smoke, and sheer hormones and adrenaline. After several minutes of me shuddering around my orgasm, I lazily smoked the cigar, my ass stretched to the extreme and each movement made my legs quiver.

Finally, I decided to slowly take the toy out, whimpering as the toy finally plopped out of my ass with a wet squelch, sweat dripping down my naked body. Cold air hit the inside walls of my ass, leaving me feeling oddly hollowed out. SLowly, I reached back and felt my ass, shocked at the gaping feeling. I shakily stood up and walked over to a mirror, looking back as I saw the gaping entrance to my ass.

“Holy shit…” I said, a surprised look on my face, working a few fingers around the rim.  I forced my ass to squeeze closed, watching as it finally shut after a minute or two of trying. Looking over at the wall, I walked over and grabbed a decent sized plug, slowly working it in with a happy sigh as I took a few puffs on the now spent cigar.

Grabbing the toys, I walked around, getting used to the sensation of the plug in my ass,  my gait now markedly stiffer.

Grabbing the trunk and shirt, I finally got dressed, and after a bit of work, cleaned the toys I’d used in the sink in the downstairs bathroom before putting them away where I found them.

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An hour later, I found myself finally able and willing to brave the heat, grabbing another cigar and the mower and pushing it into the back yard, smoking the cigar as I worked. I made quick work of the smaller yard in the stifling heat, even making sure to do some minor trimming of the bushes and weeding of the garden, easily smoking down the cigar as I worked, glad to be able to do it in the privacy of the back yard. Satisfied with my work, I grabbed a cold bottle of lemonade and I went back down stairs and grabbed another cigar, before coming back upstairs and out to the pool, lighting up and lounging in one of the chairs at the pool side, occasionally taking a quick dip in the pool when I felt too warm. 

A ding from my phone got my attention and I looked down, seeing a new message from my brother.

“Everything ok? Didn’t find you at home. Where are you?”

I texted a quick reply back saying I was at a client’s house finishing up a yard and would probably go over to a friend’s house for the night, needing a break from my family to process the night before as I went back to watching various videos on my phone and taking a dip in the pool. A large part of me was glad to have the ability to actually run away from the impending shit storm at home, and as the sun began to set, I walked back into the house, grabbing a small snack from Mike and Greg’s fridge as the exhaustion of the day’s events finally began to hit me.

Walking up the stairs, I stood in the hallway in front of their room. Warring with myself, I wondered if it would be ok for me to sleep in their massive bed without them there. Finally, I decided I would set an alarm and would get up well before I imagined they would be home, and would just make the bed, finding myself wanting the familiarity of them being there.

Slowly, I walked in and crawled into the center of the bed, putting my phone on one of the wireless chargers next to the bed, setting an early morning alarm before crawling under the covers, smelling their scent on the sheets and pillows.

Exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and after only a minute or so, I was quickly fast asleep.

Fuck yeah - 2 poz dicks and popppers  

[hirondelle75]

Any developments? This is my favorite story of the moment on here! 

[Grandahpla17]

Very hot story 

is there going to be more of it

[kspozcum]

There is, just on a brief hiatus due to work being busy and picking up a lot of shifts.

[leatherpunk16]

5 hours ago, kspozcum said:

There is, just on a brief hiatus due to work being busy and picking up a lot of shifts.

Plus I'm keeping him busy. 😉

[tankonpoint]

I am caught up on the story.  This is a great tale it's the slow transformation (corruption) of a boy into a pozzed up semen slut.  I'm liking the backgrounds of the daddies being slowly discovered.  I'm wondering if a lot more of his life that he knows. has been predetermined by the daddys.  Specifically the brother working an internship under one of the dads.  I would be wondering just what is Mike/Greg's involvement with his brother?

I'm very impressed by your work! 

...checking your other stories now...

[KCnLB]

I have re-read up to this point three or four times and I have to say, this story has character depth, feeling and some truly delicious depravity. I'm hoping to see a conversion soon. But, I really want to see more from his brother and I hope he learns his brother is the truest of pigs in a cool and embarrassing way. This is the stuff full erotic novels are made of. Well Done!

[kspozcum]

@nymidtowneast Agreed.

@kitpig We will see... 😉

@hirondelle75 No comment. And don't worry, there won't a short supply of their cum. So a few lost loads is nothing. 😉

@pozpopperpig That was the intention with how I'm writing it. Glad its coming across that way!

@Cumbreedseed Always a good mixture, lol.

@hirondelle75 So, my time lately has been taken up with the story I am cowriting with @leatherpunk16. Hopefully as I get more of the backlog there written out, as well as finally mapping out where I want to go next here, I should be able to post a little more frequently here in the future.

@Grandahpla17 Yes. There is a set end for this story. We are maybe in the first half of it, but just been busy with other projects at the moment, so this one is on the back burner.

@tankonpoint Thanks! I'm always glad to have people checking out my other works and telling me what they think. If you haven't already, go check out Master Pathogen. It's on a weekly update and should be a hopefully good read!

@KCnLB No comment on the point of conversion. I have a plan for everything, but I don't want to spoil it. 😉 

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Sorry all for the long delay in updates, been busy with life, as well as the side project @leatherpunk16 and I are working on, Master Pathogen (<<click link to go to that story). Please go check it out and tell us what you think of it! Hopefully, as I said before, with me getting more backlog out of the way, I'll have more time to work on other projects like this. I have a few chapters planned out for this in the near future to write out when I'm not swamped. Otherwise, enjoy the next update!

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Lesson 17- The Power of Networking and Expanding your Horizons

Slowly, I woke up to the feeling of someone slowly fucking my cum flooded and abused ass as the smell of pipe smoke flowed around me, thick and creamy as it was blown in my face. I took a deep inhale, enjoying how loose and wet my wrecked hole felt, making a squelching noise as I opened my eyes and Mike smiled over at me, leaving Greg to be the one working another fresh load into my hole.

I groaned, enjoying the deep stokes on my ass as Greg slowly fucked my tender hole, puffing out a cloud of smoke at the back of my head. Quietly, Mike grinned at me, pulling the pipe out of his mouth and placing it on my lips, nodding as I slowly drew on the pipe, inhaling the thick, rich smoke as I felt Greg shift, pulling my leg to my chest and pierce me deeper. Looking behind me, I watched as he grinned down at me around his large pipe, smiling as I slowly exhaled, blowing a thick cloud of smoke of my own at him.

“Want Daddy to give you a pipe of your own to smoke while we work those tainted loads in your guts?” Mike asked, giving me a knowing smile as he took another puff on the pipe, I nodded happily, opening my mouth as he placed the large pipe back in it, waiting for me to clamp down as he pulled a third pipe off the bedside table and expertly began to light it, puffing it to life.

I groaned as I felt Mike slam hard in my ass, hitting my now full bladder. My entire body shuddered as I desperately forced myself to close my eyes and will myself not to piss.

“What’s wrong boy?” Mike said, gently rubbing his hand across my stomach, the pressure making me whimper as his cock pierced me deep, pressing down on my bladder from the other side.

“Need to pee...” I groaned around the pipe, hauling on it hard and focusing on the sensation of the smoke as he continued to bruise and batter my guts.

Both men chuckled, and Greg suddenly pulled out, giving my ass a few playful slaps as he got up.

“We should move this to the bathroom then, boy,” Greg said, smiling and blowing a thick cloud of smoke at my face with a smile.

Quietly, I got up, my bladder feeling full and uncomfortable as we moved to the large shower in the adjoining bathroom. I instinctively knelt down on the floor, looking at both men with a shy smile as they slowly played with their hard cocks. Greg was first, pulling my head by my hair to his wet, cum-slicked groin.

He pulled the pipe out of my mouth after I took a deep puff, and gently forced my mouth open, before placing the meaty cum-frothed head in my mouth and groaned, letting out a steady stream of piss flow out. I immediately clamped my mouth down, sucking greedily and swallowing, enjoying the salty bitter rush on my tongue as I gulped greedily down.

Slowly, I began to feel my stomach fill, Mike and Greg both grinning at me and gently brushing their hands through my hair, muttering happily as I smiled around Greg’s cock, now dripping the last few drops of hot piss on my tongue and pulling it out of my mouth.

I turned, opening my mouth expectantly for Mike’s cock next, still feeling thirsty and horny, my cock now hard and throbbing when he chuckled and instead stuck the pipe back into my mouth, gently pulling me back up by my arm.

“I wanna see you smoke the whole bowl while I piss fuck you, baby,” Mike replied, he said, smoke curling out of his mouth while he spoke. Nodding, I bent over, hauling hard and deep on the pipe, enjoying how full of smoke my lungs got as he gently pushed me over more and lined his dick up to my waiting hole, shoving it in hard and fast and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long as I smoked, before I began to feel the hot rush of heat in my ass, my guts filling as he groaned happily.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, gently rubbing my back as he pissed. “Take my dirty poz piss up that neg slut hole.”

I groaned in reply, feeling my hole begin to flood, enjoying the idea of his dirty piss mixing with the toxic cum in my ass.  

“Smoke that pipe down for your daddies,” Greg cheered on, standing next to Mike and slowly jacking his hard cock slowly as he too smoked his pipe hard and fast, flooding the enclosed space of the shower with smoke.

After a minute or two, Mike shuddered a few times, before leaning over and turning my face towards his, blowing a thick cloud of smoke at me as he gently began to rub my piss filled abdomen, feeling bloated and full.

“Hold it all in for daddy,” he whispered around the pipe, gently starting to pull out as he spoke.

“Fuck, I feel so full daddy.”

He chuckled, as did Greg, as he turned me around and grabbed my hip and gently began to press his thumb into my bladder, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. Looking down, I realized the cage was now removed. I hadn’t even noticed they had done so while I was sleeping.

“Go ahead and piss all over yourself for us, boy,” Mike said, puffing hard and blowing the smoke in my face. I nodded, letting out a weak groan as my dick suddenly began spraying its golden stream all over them and me, hauling harder still on the pipe and I greedily sucked each lungful of thick, creamy smoke into my lungs.

After a full minute, my dick finally started to just drip, whimpering slightly as I tried desperately to keep the contents of my piss filled bowels inside. Finally, with a jolt, I finally felt my bladder was empty and smiled hazily as they each kissed me, swapping a lungful of smoke before Greg gave my ass a solid smack.

“Go empty that hole on the toilet and come back in the shower when you're done,” Mike said, opening the door and glancing at the toilet next to it.

I obeyed happily, groaning in relief as my bowels emptied out, almost completely clean as they slowly made out, swapping smoke as they waited. Finally satisfied, I hopped back up, giving the toilet a flush and hopped back in, eager to see what would happen next.

I didn’t need to wait long, as Mike now bent me over again, fucking my ass furiously as we all continued to smoke out pipes. I watched as Greg slowly back up against my cock, spreading his asscheeks as he looked back and smiled around his pipe.

“Give daddy your load in his hole. It needs some fresh spunk from those neg balls of yours,” he groaned, slowly pushing against it as I felt his warm ass envelope my hard cock.

We fucked for a long time, my mind relishing the feeling of both fucking and being fucked as we each smoked in silence, each of us grunting and groaning as we fucked. I finally hit that sweet point of no return, feeling my ass clamp down on Mike’s cock as my balls began to ache and spewed my neg load deep in Greg’s firm, hairy ass. My lungs constantly flooded with smoke as I shot deep inside. Moments later, Mike groaned as well, and the feeling of that slick warmth flooded my hole.

“Fuck yeah, fucking take my toxic spunk, baby boy,” he moaned, slamming as hard as he could, making my cock drool even more as he jabbed his large cock hard against my prostate, making me moan and cry out, “Fucking take every drop and let it knock your sexy ass up.”

I gasped at the repeated assault on my guts, groaning and whimpering until finally, he pulled out with a satisfied sigh. Mike quickly spun me around, and Greg happily shoved his cock in next, Mike and I both hauling hard on our pipes and swapping smoke until finally Greg too tensed up.

“Here’s another dirty load boy, gonna knock you up good and deep,” he moaned, slamming hard and finally shoved in hard, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. I could feel as he shot with each slam, my ass aching with each jab. Finally, with a resounding growl in the small enclosed space, he slammed forward one last time and pulled out. A few drops of cum fell out of my hole, and we all looked down at the pink tinged cum on the shower floor.

“Fuck yeah,” Greg said, rubbing my ass and squeezing it, “Looks like that piss fuck tore you up good. No way our DNA isn’t in you now.”

I smiled happily, loving the idea of their cum and virus working its way inside me, given the perfect path to infection, and first locked lips with Greg and then Mike as we swapped smoke, the piss on my body now cool. 

Greg stepped out, quickly walking into the bedroom as Mike turned on the water, letting the warm spray wash over both of us as we smoked, Mike smiling when Greg returned with the large plug that was in my ass. I spun around and bent forward slightly, letting the water slick my skin as the plug was shoved back in, trapping the cum inside me to work its magic.

After a few minutes, we finished showering, and stepped out, Mike and Greg toweling themselves off first and then me. Finally happy we were dry, we all walked back into the bedroom and laid down, smoking our pipes as Mike and Greg played with my cock and theirs. Occasionally, I felt Mike or Greg press down on my stomach, the plug pressing almost painfully against the walls of my guts, sliding around in the cum inside of me.

“So, boy,” Greg finally said, blowing a cloud of pipe smoke in my face as he spoke, “Feeling better?”

I nodded, sighing out a cloud of smoke in reply, smiling before I spoke.

“Yeah, I’m glad you guys came back and loaded me up.”

Mike and Greg shared a look, before Mike spoke.

“We were wondering if you want to go even further?”

I looked at both of them expectantly, waiting for Mike to continue.

“We have a very close and important friend wanting to come over to sample your ass before he goes to the bathhouse. Saw your videos online and said he wanted to sample that hole of yours and see if he can add a load to it this week”

I nodded, before replying.

“Sure, my ass is always hungry.”

Mike smiled, as if expecting this before continuing.

“We also wanted to see if you’d be open to maybe making your first bathhouse trip with us? See about how many loads that ass can take?”

I paused, at first against the idea.

“We’d still have anyone without our strain bag it up,” Greg explained, gently tugging on my cock as he spoke, “But we would love to see that ass of yours taking countless loads and cocks, really rough it up and get flooded with bugs before we come home. Lock your dick up and let you use your ass to cum.  We’ll be with you the whole time, that way you aren’t overwhelmed. You can smoke there too, so you’ll get to feed your lugs as well.”

I sat for a second. The idea did sound hot, and it wasn’t like other guys weren’t already doing that on the app. But was I ready for something like that? To be used nonstop like that for hours?

“Would… would I be able to stop it when I don’t want anymore?” I whispered, puffing on my pipe introspectively.

Mike spoke first, with Greg nodding as he spoke.

“Sure boy. We just want this to be a trial run for the end of the summer. Maybe go every few weeks and see how many loads you can work up to taking. And with a hot little body and looks like yours, you won’t need to look hard for guys wanting to dump inside you.”

I sat and thought about it, hauling on the pipe and letting the smoke curl out of my mouth, and finally nodded.

“Ok, but only your strain inside me until I convert… right? I want yours to be the one to convert me.”

They both nodded, looking pleased at my response. Mike grabbed my pipe, before locking lips with me and kissing me deeply, swapping smoke with me. Greg did the same, and after we all finished our pipes, they set them aside, and we all laid back down and shut off the lights.

As I laid there, drifting to sleep in their arms, I let my mind wander into slumber as to what I could expect in the near future.

[kitpig]

Great to see you return to this story and excellent writing as ever @kspozcum... I'm looking forward to seeing Greg and Mike turn him into a real bathhouse cumdump... and whatever happens at the end of the summer.......