Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Subject: My Boy’s Boy Part 4 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: fty/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback–it’s the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at ail. I’m always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Play safe and use your head that can’t be circumcised when playing with others. That’ll help you play with your other head longer. It may soften your prick to think of it, but some things are better left in the land of fantasy. Derrick Kevin’s View I knew Daddy had a presentation to give this morning that would take about an hour. That meant it was time to do my quiet chores around the house. It was actually housework, but Daddy called them chores–my chores. This gave me time to straighten up, do our laundry, iron Daddy’s shirts, organize things, and so on. Daddy wasn’t an obsessive anal neat freak, so it wasn’t really too bad of a task. Daddy was not a slob so cleaning up wasn’t something I dreaded doing. I did it for Daddy because he told me to and it was my job. I knew what was coming after Daddy had been talking for an hour. I got the text message from Daddy that it was “time for my blow job. Wear the hood today” Fortunately all my chores were done and Daddy would be happy. I got the mask from my dresser of toys in our bedroom and went into his office, got on my knees in front of him, put on the hood. The next thing I knew he was fishing his half-hard cock out of his jock strap. It was my chore to make him fully hard as well. Daddy kept talking for his presentation, apparently answering questions from people that were coming through his headset. His cock was sweaty and smelled and tasted so good. Daddy showered, but only when he thought he was getting too ripe. His smell always turned me on. I never sucked Daddy when he was doing something that required really hard concentration. I was not allowed no matter how horny I was. Once he let me and, when I really was working him hard and he was close apparently he typed “suck my cock faggot boy” in an email and nearly sent it. I thought he was mad at me later, but he laughed it off and said “chore time is chore time for a reason.” I could suck Daddy forever before he came. He apparently could hold off longer than anyone else I ever sucked. It was part of why I loved him so much because it let me have his cock in my mouth for the longest time. But no matter, I could always tell when he was getting close and would shoot in a few minutes. That’s why today Daddy’s cock confused me. It was as if something else really turned him on all of the sudden while I was on my knees in his office sucking him. One second his dick was in that hard but I’m not going to cum for a while mode and the next second it was harder than ever and shooting cum down my throat. I gagged which I never do on Daddy’s lovely cock, but the quickness of the cum and the amount he shot out surprised me. He never shot loads that big unless it had been days since he had cum. Something must have really got Daddy’s cock aroused. Daddy was done with his online questions and with my mouth at the same time. He told me he loved me so much and that I should go take a shower. Dylan’s View After seeing Dad suck Craig’s thick cock and comment about my ass, I decided I needed some time to myself. I knew that Dad and Craig had sex–I’d heard it last night. I had known Dad was gay for the longest time, but I never thought about him having sex and in the last 12 hours I had first hand knowledge of two sex acts between my Dad and Craig. And that comment Craig made about my ass. What was up with that? I had met some of Dad’s boyfriends before. None of them were like Craig. Dad was reasonably masculine, but the first boyfriend I had met was really girly acting and made me nervous. Another one had trouble holding down a job and had asked me to pay for dinner when I visited them and the three of us went out to eat. The last one before Craig had gone with us to a bar and gotten fairly drunk, made several references to my hot ass, and istanbul travesti even felt me up a few times. Dad got pissed at him and they broke up right there. Would he do that with Craig? Craig wasn’t like his other boyfriends. I heard him tell Dad that he loved him on more than one occasion. When I first met Craig he looked like some sort of businessman in his suit and tie, well-behaved, well-spoken, put together, etc. That long white beard made him look like a redneck of sorts, but he certainly didn’t act like it the first time I met him. It wasn’t until later I saw him in jeans, a flannel shirt, work boots, and a ball cap looking like he’d walked off the back forty from working the fields. But it was clear my Dad loved him and Craig loved him back. But that comment he made about my ass? Apparently he had this oversexed kinky side to him that I was unaware of. It’s always those who don’t look like sex fiends that are. But I wasn’t even gay. Just because my Dad was didn’t mean that I was. But hearing them fuck had turned me on so much that I shot my load without touching it and watching Dad suck Craig had made me so hard. So fucking hard. Maybe it was just the hearing the fucking that turned me on. Maybe it was just the seeing a cock get sucked that had turned me on. That had to be it. I texted Dad that I needed to get some Starbucks and that I’d be back. I loved my Dad and if Craig made him happy (which he apparently did based on how Dad had talked about him for the last several months), I wasn’t going to get in the middle of that. But I was not gay. It was the hearing of sex that turned me on and the seeing a cock get sucked that was what really excited me. That was it. But I needed to get out for a while and collect my thoughts. Craig’s View Damn Dylan’s ass just sent my cock throbbing. Just seeing it from a slight distance, fresh from the shower and all clean, was enough to send me over the edge. Knowing that the rosebud was untouched by any cock and that the hole and tunnel had never been explored was more than I could take. Of course it didn’t hurt that the father of that hot ass and asshole was sucking me off while I stared at it. My nuts had to be empty after all that cum I shot out. Dylan was no doubt thinking about what I had texted him. Good. He needed to. I sure was and my hard cock was proof of that. Kevin’s view Daddy told me to make a quick lunch that he wanted to eat and get back to work. I told him that Dylan went out to get special coffee and that he texted me later that he’d not be home for lunch because he had decided to go for a run around the local lake and would be back in several hours. Daddy made a remark about wasting money on fancy coffee and went back to his office. Craig’s view I was glad Dylan would be gone for a while. It allowed me to speed up my plan. I walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but my jockstrap. Kevin knew that this meant. Lunch was going to be fast. Dylan’s view I needed to think and think a lot. The large coffee helped even though Craig probably thought the fancy stuff was a waste of money. I don’t even know why what Craig thought entered my mind. I decided to go for a run in the park not too far from where Dad and Craig lived. I could burn off the energy and think about what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I was going to do more of a walk than a run, but it would still serve my purpose. After some driving I found what looked like the start of a running path. A minute later I was out of my car and on my way. After a half an hour of meandering through the woods, I had to piss like no other. The path would lead me through the woods back to where I started according to the signs, but there wasn’t enough time. I was going to have to take a leak or I would piss through my shorts. The woods were thick and I couldn’t see where I could easily go off the path and into the woods so I kept walking. A few minutes later I saw what looked like a footpath leading into the woods and decided it was now or never. I really hated pissing anywhere outside but had no choice. I walked down the path and deeper into the woods where no one would see me, kadıköy travesti pulled out my cock and let out a torrent of hot piss. Better on the ground than in my pants. That’s when I heard voices. “Fuck me harder and fuck me now.” I looked to my right and I saw what I had not noticed before–a bald head maybe forty feet from me that had to be further down the path. I looked away and kept pissing. “Take it. Take it bitch.” My eyes were drawn to the bald head as I heard him say “take my stiff prick in that hole.” The guy had to see me as he looked in my direction. But he didn’t stop. I think he knew I was pissing. They were fucking out in the woods. I shoved my cock back in my shorts and temptation got the better of me and I walked down the path towards them. Before I knew it I was ten feet from them and could see the middle-aged man showing his cock in the ass of a naked guy. He looked at me, smiled, thrust hard, and said “take my cum bitch.” Fuck. I’d never imagined this sort of shit happened in the woods. I made my way back to the main path before the guys tried to interact with me. I didn’t need that. But my cock was hard. So hard. Fuck. I must have liked watching it. My shorts had a wet spot which I hoped was piss and not pre-cum. I couldn’t be that aroused. I got in the car and headed back to Dad and Craig’s. I would be glad to be home. Craig’s View It was time for Kevin and I to put on a show. The new equipment I purchased and had Dylan install wasn’t just for my “real world” job, it was also a way for Kevin and I to indulge in our need to be watched. I’m not certain which one of us loved it more. Each of us got something from it. And so here we were in the middle of our session. Kevin was in my favorite position: his hands and knees with my cock in his hole. This was a show for some of our more vanilla fans. I didn’t have time for a lengthy session and with Dylan here, we needed to keep things low key for the time being. There was nothing like watching my hard cock go in Kevin’s hole. I never tired of watching the tip slide in as I enjoyed the feeling of the head work itself in. Of course, I never tired of watching the rest of it slide in either while Kevin moaned and groaned in response. Kevin had been allowed to keep all his hair (except for short hair on his head and a trim beard) because I wanted to know I was fucking a man when I fucked. And to be totally honest, I loved looking at my cock as it left his hole and seeing the hairs of his ass clinging to my meat as if to say “don’t leave…stay in this ass where you belong.” “Take it bitch. Take your Daddy’s dick. He’s gonna fuck you and fuck you good until he cums in your hole. Daddy cums in the hole. There’s no pulling out for Daddy.” I heard Kevin’s car pull up. I had intentionally left the door to the media room open as usual. Kevin was hooded as was our custom for some of these videos and as I heard Dylan’s car door shut, I told Kevin “Daddy needs a break from fucking. It’s time for your to do the work and work your hole on Daddy’s cock.” Kevin loved to back up on me and fuck himself on my prick. He absolutely loved it and so did my prick. He would move forward so that my cock was totally out of him. Then he’d back up so he could feel the tip of my cock enter him before he pushed himself towards me so that he’d be impaled on my cock. I knew how Kevin was going to start fucking me and I that’s what I wanted him doing when Dylan saw us the first time. I wanted Dylan to see his Dad backing up on my cock–ramming himself against my cock and fucking his ass hard with my cock. Dylan needed to see his Dad serving me with his ass. I texted Dylan as Kevin fucked me and told him that I was in the media room but it was ok to peek into see how the equipment was working. Then I restrained myself from grunting and groaning as Kevin let me know how much his ass loved my cock by fucking himself on it. Dylan peeked his head in the door and got an eyeful. I looked right at him, smiled and sent him a text as I felt his Dad eagerly back on me surrounding my cock with his hole. Kevin was trying to hit his prostate with my cock. Damn he was trying hard. bakırköy travesti Dylan was getting an eyeful. “Watch us Dylan. It’s fine. You need to watch us.” I sent the text. Dylan stood there and watched. That’s when I took over and started to really really fuck Kevin and fuck him hard like the bitch I knew he wanted to be. I was piledriving him and intentionally hitting his prostate with each thrust. I wanted him horny as hell for my cock, hornier than he already was. I told him to take a hit of poppers knowing what it would do to him. I wanted his son to see him all poppered up and serving my meaty dick. There was a hole in the mask for that purpose. He took the hit and within seconds my cock could feel the reaction in his ass. Oh it felt so fucking good. I moaned and then I smiled at Dylan. I told Kevin to take the mask off and take another hit of poppers. He was getting worked up now. He was fucking my cock while I was fucking his ass. My thick prick was massaging his ass walls with every thrust. He was facing away from Dylan and could not see him. He was lost in a world of serving my cock with his hole. He needed my cum from my dick and he was hoping that my cock would give him a hands-free cum. I grabbed my phone and texted Dylan to come into the room where his Dad could see him. Dylan was staring at us. Well he was staring at one part of us. I could tell when I glanced at Dylan that he was focused on his Dad’s ass and my cock. He was not taking his eyes away. “Tell me what you want bitch. Tell Daddy what you want.” Then Kevin started talking. He was poppered up. Who knew what he would say? “Fuck me Daddy. Give me that cock. Fuck this pigbitch with your manmeat. I need your cock Daddy and I need your cum. Fuck me like you love me Daddy–like the whore I am and the slut I want to be for you. I NEED YOUR COCK DADDY IN ME ALL THE TIME. Fuck me hard. I am your bitch Daddy.” Dylan had heard it all and that’s when his Dad saw him and they made eye contact and all Dylan could say was “what the fuck Dad?” I interjected: “Your Dad likes getting fucked by his Daddy and he likes getting fucked hard Dylan. Hard and often. Your cock is stiff right now Dylan, I can see that erection. You like watching us fuck (I pulled out and entered in very slow at this point for effect). Don’t tell me you don’t. I know you came last night listening to us fuck. Now you can watch us. You can see your Dad’s hole take my cock over and over.” Hearing your Dad beg for my cock is not nearly as good as watching your Dad take his Daddy’s cock. I was so hard, so horny, and rutting like no other. Kevin was moaning while he looked at his son. I had told him to not talk to Dylan while he was getting fucked. I rammed him hard and harder and he could not help but moan and grunt while I plowed into him. “I’m going to breed his hole right now Dylan. Do you know what that means? It means I’m going to fucking cum in his ass. I’m gonna spray my cum in his ass like the gay bitch he is.” Saying it made my nuts draw up and the next thing I was draining them into Kevin. Several hard throbs pumped cum into Kevin’s butt. I moaned, grunted, and growled as I came. “Take my nut bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I was really spent and, as usual, Kevin pulled off my cock and cleaned it up. I was spent, but I needed to say something to Dylan instead of spending my post-cum time moaning and groaning slightly. “This is how your Dad keeps his Daddy happy. I love his ass and his ass loves my cock. What did you think Dylan? Don’t lie. You watched the whole thing and your cock is straining to get out of those clothes. You liked watching me fuck your Dad with my cock.” I emphasized the last word: cock. I don’t think Dylan came, but there was a wet spot in his shorts at the tip of his erection. He definitely was excited. If he thought this little show for him was about his cock he was mistaken. It was about my cock. I pulled out of Kevin’s ass. I teased his hole with the tip of my slick and cummy dick and Kevin proceeded to clean my cock with his mouth. I knew that Dylan wasn’t thinking about how a cock felt when it went into an ass. He was thinking about how an ass felt when a cock went into it. And it was time for him to find out. There’s more to cum in this story. I love to hear from readers at ail. You’ve been patient waiting for Dylan to get what he needs where he needs it. Craig’s tired of waiting and isn’t waiting longer.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32