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On a Saturday I was hung over as shit. The night before there was a HUGE party Brittany's sorority. I had spent the whole day in bed miserable. Just before 7:00, Victor and Tristan both ran into my room and jumped onto me with laughter. Victor enthusiastically kissed me on the lips while Tristan kissed my jaw.
"Hi my beautiful boys," I said happily.
Victor excitedly told me, "We're going to watch Gremlins upstairs with my dad!"
"Yeah want to watch it with us?" Tristan asked.
Greg appeared at my bedroom door and said, "Sorry. I told them to knock but I heard them running."
"It's fine," I assured. "I feel like shit though."
"Come up and drink some vodka or whiskey of you want," Greg offered. "Maybe it'll help your hangover. You got home pretty late last night."
"What was it?"
"4 in the morning," Greg answered laughing. "You didn't wake us up. I checked the security log this morning."
"I'm not dressing up," I said.
I got out of the covers wearing just my gym shorts. Up on the main floor, Greg poured 2 glasses of triple whiskey while the boys loaded the DVD. Victor ran up to his room citing the need for a blanket. Tristan sat beside Greg on the sofa and Victor returned with a large fleece blanket wearing nothing but a pair of tighty whities.
Greg laughed at his son and said, "If you kept your clothes on you wouldn't need a blanket."
Victor merely grinned at his dad and sat beside me. Tristan stood up on the sofa and stripped his pants and shirt off. I saw from the corner of my eye that Greg had turned his head and ogled the raven-haired boy's tush.
"Mind if I make some popcorn?" I asked.
"Cabinet up by the fridge," Greg answered.
"Can I help?" Tristan asked.
"Yeah. You can help carry the drinks."
As Tristan and I were walking to the kitchen, Pat walked down the stairs and said, "I'm off to book club. Boys enjoy the movie."
Pat discreetly brought her finger to my defined abs and swirled the small patch of brown hair. I smirked at the lady and winked at her.
After throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave, I downed the rest of my whiskey and poured myself another triple. Tristan poured 2 glasses of Pepsi and jumped onto my back.
"Attack of the naked boy!" Tristan yelled from my back.
I laughed even harder when Tristan tried to climb further up my back but only pulled my shorts down. Laughing, I gyrated my shoulders and Tristan flew off my back. I was prepared and caught him in my right arm. I set him down on the counter and kissed his forehead. I sipped my whiskey and he sipped his Pepsi.
"Can we... do stuff later?" Tristan shyly asked.
I glanced to the living room and said, "I have a better idea. Let's see if Mr. McLachlan will play."
"Think he will?"
"I think so. When we get back in there, on my signal you sit on his lap. Tell him you're scared from the movie. Wiggle your butt on his dick a little."
Tristan smiled and said, "Okay!"
"And put his hands on your chest and tummy. When he's rubbing your body on his own, make him touch your dick."
"Mm-hmm," Tristan agreed.
Back in the living room I set the bowl of popcorn between the boys where Greg and I could reach it easily. I got under the blanket that Victor and Tristan were sharing, and ate popcorn and drank whiskey.
Every minute or so I could see Tristan look at me from the corner of my eye. He was so excited and anxious. But it wasn't the time yet.
Finally, about 15 minutes later, I slid my arm behind Victor and touched Tristan's hip. I pushed lightly and he quickly jumped onto Greg's lap.
"I'm scared," Tristan said with forced fear.
Greg laughed and said, "But it's not scary."
"Hold me, Mr. M."
Tristan grabbed the man's hands and set his big palms over his skin. I saw Greg suddenly take a breath, to which I smiled and turned back to the TV screen.
A minute later I saw from the corner of my eye Tristan's legs move slightly. I turned my eyes and watched the little boy gyrate his hips almost unnoticeably . Greg chewed on his bottom lip and his big hands very slowly slid over Tristan's small chest.
My cock was so fucking hard before I knew it. So I discreetly grabbed Victor's hand and guided it into my shorts. Victor smiled and gripped my thick shaft. We were both under the blanket so Greg wouldn't see.
I whispered so quietly, "Don't look. Don't look but Tristan is teasing your dad's cock."
Victor slid his hand up, pressed a finger to my cock head, and brought the bead of pre-cum up to his mouth. He slid his little hand back into my shorts and stroked my rock hard cock.
I glanced back to the other man. Greg had a hand inside Tristan's white briefs and it was moving. Tristan was still moving his hips across Greg's groin and his lips were pressed together in his pleasure.
"How's your ass today?" I whispered.
"A little sore," Victor said. "But I really-"
"We will. We will. Just stroke my cock more, baby."
Tristan humped Greg faster, more urgent, as indicated by the slight shake of the sofa. Pre-cum oozed out of my dick and was starting to soak my shorts.
"I, um," Greg said and cleared his throat. "I need another drink."
I kept my eyes stuck to the TV but it was hard not to notice the snake in Greg's trousers. I smiled at Tristan and used my head to tell him to follow the man. I made a jerking gesture with my hand and Tristan smiled wider.
"How's my cock feel in your hand, baby?" I whispered to the little blonde.
"I miss it," Victor whispered.
"I know you do, baby. It's leaking so hard for you right now."
"Can I suck it?"
"Not yet," I whispered. "Just keep stroking it."
Victor's hold on my dick got tighter and it felt so fucking good. I looked into the kitchen. The front of Tristan's little briefs were pulled out and Greg was jerking his cocklet. Tristan was unzipping Greg's trousers and pulled out the man's hard prick.
I happily whispered to Victor, "You can look and see Tristan and your dad playing."
Victor's head quickly turned. He giggled at the sight and stroked my dick faster. I turned my phone on and snapped a couple of photos of Greg and Tristan jerking each other's cocks.
"Now suck my cock."
Victor threw the blanket off of us excitedly. The movement made Greg turn and look. I smiled at him while Victor pulled the front of my shorts down and wrapped his lips around the foreskin around of head.
"What the--"
I flashed the screen of my iPhone at Greg. He approached and clearly saw the photo of himself and Tristan handling each other's dicks.
I put my phone down and told the man, "Just sit down, Greg. Let Tristan suck on your prick."
"You've... you've molested these boys? MY boy?"
"Same as you've molested little Tristan there. Sit down. Get naked. Enjoy having a little boy service you."
Greg wiped his hand over his face with his dick hanging out and softening.
"Come on. Look at how eager your son is blowing me."
Tristan ran and jumped onto the sofa. He joined Victor in providing me with heavenly pleasure by grabbing my heavy sac and licking my balls.
"Fuck," Greg said to himself.
Greg stripped, showing off his muscular and hairy dad bod. He sat behind Tristan and caressed the boy's ass. Greg slid Tristan's briefs down while massaging his cut white meat. His hard cock was 6 or 7 inches with a bulbous head.
"Lick his ass," I said huskily. "Eat him out, Greg."
Greg looked at me for a second. He then got onto his knees, spread Tristan's cheeks, and plunged right on. Tristan moaned very loudly as Greg's tongue attacked his ass.
Victor, meanwhile, had most of my thick cock in his mouth and was jerking the base. I reached my hand over and slid his briefs down. I licked 2 fingers and pressed them against the blonde's hole without any prep. When the tips slid inside the tight ring, Victor moaned and groaned.
I looked down at Greg. His brown eyes were watching me. I smiled cockily and winked.
"You like my fucking huge mancock in your mouth, baby?" I asked with my eyes still on Greg.
"Mm-hmm!" Victor answered.
"Yeah?" I asked while finger fucking his ass. "You miss eating my cum don't you?"
"Mm-hmm!" Victor picked up he speed at which he sucked my dick.
"What else you want me to do to you, baby? Want me to wreck this ass of yours again?"
"Mm-hmm!"
With my left hand I finger fucked Victor, my right pushed his head down further on my thick meat, and I said, "Yeah, you like having a big cock fucking this beautiful ass huh?"
I tugged on Victor's blonde hair and pulled him up to me. I smashed my lips on his and we kissed messily. I moved Victor's lips to my neck where he began suckling a hickey. I looked back down at Greg who was eating Tristan's little ass for all it was worth. Tristan was still lapping his tongue on my hairy ballsac even with Victor straddling me.
"Finger his ass now, Greg. Get him ready for your prick."
As Victor rode me, my aching dick sliding up and down his crack, I watched Greg lick his middle finger and shove it inside Tristan's hole. Tristan moaned on my sac.
"You've fucked my son already?" Greg asked.
I smirked and answered, "On Thursday evening when you and Pat were at the hospital. A friend of mine with a big black cock and I fucked Victor so hard. He took 3 loads. And he still wanted more. Isn't that right, V?"
"Mm-hmm!" Victor hummed against my neck.
Greg said huskily, "Fuck."
I spit a huge wad into my fingers and rubbed it around Victor's entrance. I pressed my dick against Victor's hungry hole, which was so wet from his mouth, and lifted my hips.
"Ahh!" Victor cried when my head slipped inside.
I grabbed Victor's hips and pushed his down. His tiny and fucking tight hole took my steel hard cock. I looked and Greg who was watching with both disgust and hunger. I made a point of moaning very loudly and pushed Victor down faster.
"Add another finger," I told the man. "Really stretch Tristan's hole. Looks like his ass is so hungry for mancock."
Greg removed his middle finger and licked both middle fingers. He sedately slid them inside Tristan's ass who groaned against my hairy ballsac.
"How's my big, thick prick feel inside you, V?"
"I think," Victor said with a pinched voice. "I think I got to get used to it still."
"Yeah. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby. I'm going to fuck your ass so hard now."
I slid my fingers down until I cupped Victor's hips and ass. I lifted him up almost all the way off my cock, and pushed him back down. I pulled him up faster, and pushed him down. Up and down. Up and down. Victor groaned each time.
As he finger fucked Tristan mercilessly, Greg asked me, "You're clean right?"
"Yes," I said making Victor bounce on dick very quickly. "Last month. I'll show you the results later. After I've fucked your son at least twice."
I dug the heels of my feet to the floor and held Victor very still. I laid back and jack hammered my hips up and down. My heavy balls jostled up and down, hitting Victor's cheeks with loud thwacks. Victor moaned even louder.
Greg straightened onto his knees and spit into his palm. He rubbed the saliva all over his throbbing dick and pressed his bulbous head to Tristan's hole. 1 of his hands held Tristan in place and the other kept his cock aimed, and he pushed forward. I saw his phallus miss his target and slide up Tristan's crack. He tried again.
"Ow," Tristan suddenly said when Greg's cock opened his hole. "Ow. Ahh."
I caressed Tristan's cheek and said, "Take that dick, Tris."
"Yeah," Victor said breathlessly as I destroyed his ass. "You'll- uh! Get used to it."
"Uh!" Tristan moaned, in pain and pleasure. "It's so- uh! Big!"
I smiled at Greg and asked, "How tight is that ass?"
"It's so god damn tight!" Greg howled with a laugh as he bottomed out inside the boy's chute. "Fuck it feels so good. You haven't fucked this boy?"
"Nope. Only your son's ass. How's it feel knowing your boy is my bitch?"
Greg slowly fucked Tristan as he answered, "As long as I get to fuck Tristan when I can, fuck Victor as often as you want."
"Fuck. Now you're going to watch as I fuck your boy's throat."
I pushed Victor off of me and sat him on his knees. I stood on the sofa, grabbed his head and guided him to my rock hard dick. I pushed my hips forward and shoved my whole dick down his throat. Victor gagged, but massaged my big balls. I moved my hips and pummelled his throat. Squelching sounds came from his throat and I grunted loudly.
"Careful," Greg cautioned.
"Oh he fucking loves my cock. Don't you, V?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"Fuck Tristan, Greg. Smash that ass."
Greg looked down at the back of Tristan's head and asked, "You think you're ready for me to really fuck you?"
"I- I think so."
Greg held Tristan by the shoulders very firmly and he fucked the boy faster. I had to pull my dick out of Victor's mouth because I was so close to cumming. Victor panted and wiped the slobber from his chin. Tristan moaned, and moaned even louder when Greb really FUCKED his ass. He went to town on that tiny hole. Tristan's ass slapped against Greg's pelvis loudly.
"Yeah, fuck that boy," I growled.
Greg panted heavily and the smacking got louder. Greg was wrecking that hole faster than a piston. I got down to the floor and pulled Victor down so he laid down on the cushions. I spit on his open hole and my prick slid inside easily. Victor moaned.
"Tell me how much you like my dick, baby."
Victor looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Fuck me, Kev."
"Your ass is the tightest I've ever fucked, V. You like me fucking you hard?"
"Yeah fuck me."
I brought my knees up onto the sofa and crouched right over Victor. I fucked the blonde faster than his dad was fucking Tristan. My heavy balls thwacked Victor's perfect ass. Sweat dripped from my face onto the sofa, and sweat slid down my body. Victor's chute hugged my tool like his life depended on it.
"I love you, V," I grunted.
"I- uh! Uh! Fuck me, Kev! I love you."
As I fucked the boy as hard as I could, Victor stuck his lips to my chest and suckled. His making a hickey, marking me, sent waves all over my body. I didn't know if I could move my hips up and down any faster but I fucking tried. I grunted and grunted and grunted.
Victor moaned, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Kev!"
"Your fucking ass was made for me, V. Take my fucking big dick, baby."
I fucked Victor. I destroyed that ass. I smashed it to bits. Victor moaned louder than he'd ever moaned before. He reached a hand up to my face and just held it. His green eyes were bright.
"Fuck!"
I pulled out and pointed my dick at Victor's face. He took my head in mouth and sucked so hard. Cum rushed from my balls like a fire hydrant and I came so hard I saw stars. I don't even know how many volleys of cum erupted from my prick into Victor's mouth.
"Ah fuck," I said quietly.
Victor suckled on my sensitive head and my whole body shook. I rocked my hips slightly, but it was all too much. I tore my dick from Victor's lips and saw dribbles of cum on his chin. Victor wiped it with a finger and ate it. I laid down and pulled Victor toward me. We laid down on our sides and cuddled.
The couch was still shaking with how hard Greg was fucking Tristan. Greg didn't last more than 5 seconds and howled as he shot his cum deep inside the little boy.
I kissed Victor's forehead and said, "Fuck I love you, V."
"Love you too," Victor said quietly.
"Your ass okay?"
"Can you fuck me again?"
Greg groaned, likely due to his sensitive prick embedded in Tristan. Greg pulled out and laid down because he was tired as hell. His weight rested in Tristan under him. Both were breathing really heavily same as me and Victor.
"In a few minutes, baby. Got to recharge my batteries."
"Jesus FUCK!" Greg said happily laughing.
"Fucking tight hole huh?" I said to the man.
"Best fuck of my life. Damn. Shit."
Tristan said, "Mr. M, I can't breathe."
Greg leaned sideways and laid down against the back of the sofa. Victor's fingers went to my chest and he caressed the small patch of hair.
"Time's Pat coming home?" I asked.
"She always gets back from book club around 10."
"Just less than 2 hours from now. How many more fucks do you think we can get in before then?"
"I think I have enough energy for just 1 more."
"If these boy's holes are still not satisfied then, I can fuck em both."
Greg laughed breathlessly and said, "I wish I was still in my 20s."
I touched my chest and said to Victor, "You made 2 more hickeys on me. You like making claim marks on me?"
Victor was blushing when he answered, "Mm-hmm."
I heard Greg whisper to Tristan, "My dick is already getting hard, Tristan."
I asked Greg, "Can I record you fucking Tristan? I can share it with you. Or any other videos from my big collection."
"I don't want any. Too fucking scary, I could get caught. But you can take a video of us."
I propped my phone up on the coffee table and pointed the camera at Greg and Tristan. I watched for a moment as Greg and Tristan made out which made my cock start to harden.
"Suck my prick again, V."
I stood in front of the sofa and fucked Victor's throat. I gripped his blonde hair and made him deep throat. I then made him kneel at the back of the couch, got behind him, and slid my meat back into his used hole. I held onto the back of the couch and pummelled his ass.
"Fuck me!" Victor said.
I didn't last more than 4 minutes in that position before cum churned in my balls. I pushed Victor down onto his stomach and fucked him just as hard. I shot my load 5 minutes later deep inside Victor's chute. He again complained that he wanted to eat my cum.
I turned back to Greg and said, "See how much of a cum whore your son is?"
Greg was fucking Tristan missionary with deep grunts and a red face. He too shot his cum in Tristan's bowels.
"Victor and I are going downstairs to bath. You guys bath upstairs or something. Soap twice to hide the sex musk."
I held Victor in my left arm and gathered my clothes and phone. I held him as I climbed down the stairs and ran the bath. He was tired but not sleeping.
"Can you be mine?" Victor asked me with a small voice.
"Your what, V?"
"Mine."
I couldn't help it. I laughed softly. But I also kissed Victor's cheeks and forehead and held him tighter.
"You can't tame the beast, V. But I will always love you. You are seriously the most beautiful person in the whole world."
Victor placed his lips on my neck again and made another hickey. He really did have a thing for laying claim marks, which I loved.
Victor relaxed against my chest in the hot bath. It wasn't hot for me but it was for him. I sent an e-mail to the pedo group with the message saying that I had a video of Greg and Tristan. The cost for a copy was $25 because it showed my landlord fucking his son's friend and bred his ass.
After the bath, Victor and I laid in my bed nude. Victor had quickly fallen asleep and I just watched him. I played softly with his damp blonde hair.
It scared me how much I loved Victor. I really loved him. No matter how rough I fucked his throat and ass, how many people I have sex with, he loved me.
I was still nude when I carried the sleeping blonde up 2 flights of stairs to his bedroom where Tristan laid in a sleeping bag on the floor deeply asleep, dressed him in briefs and a shirt, and joined Greg in his bedroom.
"Vic asleep?" Greg asked.
"Yeah. Just put a shirt on him and laid him down. Just wanted to come see how you're doing."
"I'm... I don't know. I just... I don't know."
"I've been having sex with little boys since I was 14. As long as you're careful you'll be okay."
"So you're not straight."
I shrugged and said, "I don't subscribe to any labels. I like all genders, sexual identities, races, ages. I just love sex. You don't have to label yourself either. Just live how you want to live."
"I love Pat. I really do. We... she's just never in the mood."
"Well I think you found a very willing participant in Tristan. I'd like to see if there are any other friends of Vic's I can play with. You sure you okay?"
"I... yeah. Yeah."
I stood and walked around the bed. I leaned down and captured Greg's lips in a kiss. We each used our tongues once and ended the kiss. We said our good nights and I went back down to the basement.
to be continued.
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