Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2020 19:35:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Mistaken Identity Chapter 3 WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between a grown man and a teenage boy. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html In chapter one, a friend of my step grandson, Patrick, was supposed to have a sexual encounter with him in our shower but Corey discovered me in the shower instead. But that didn't stop Corey from fulfilling his intended mission. I'm a middle aged heterosexual married guy who has never thought of having anything sexual with a guy, let alone an underage friend of my grandson. But things happen that take us by surprise. I was overcome by the passion and the eroticism of the encounter. But had major buyers regret after he left. To compensate and prove that this was a total aberration from my normal life I drastically needed to make love to my wife that night. But as I lay there in bed waiting for her to come to bed, all I could think of was Corey and his sexy smooth body and stiff shaven cock sticking straight out from his tight body. I was hard as a rock and ready to prove my manhood. Unfortunately it was the wrong time of the month for her. She did oblique me with a blow job. I had all I could do to not call out Corey's name as she sucked me off. It was my wife's mouth on my cock but it was Corey mouth in my mind sucking me deep and hard. I gave her a warning and shot a huge load of cum all over the both of us. "Wow, I must be getting better. You never cum like that." I couldn't tell her it was because both she and Corey were on my cock. So much for having sex with my wife to prove my manhood when Corey was right there with us, if only in my mind. In Chapter Two Corey again takes advantage of my venerability and seduces me again, with less resistance and regret after the fact. Mistaken Identity - Chapter Three I'm a middle aged heterosexual married guy who never imagined I would be engaged in any homosexual activity, let alone with an underage friend of my step grandson. But it has happened twice and I get aroused every time I recall the encounters. I feel like this is a snowball rolling down hill, gaining momentum as it goes so I must put a stop to it and get back to my regular routine, if that's possible. Since our last encounter, Corey has been to our house several times to visit Patrick, my step grandson. He hasn't made any indication or reference to our sexual play as if it never happened. That was fine by me but I had all I could do to contain my horny cock when he was around. I was polite and tried to act nonchalant whenever he was around but had to keep our contact brief. So far all was working fine and as much as I still fantasized about being with him again, I was hoping it had come to an end. One of Patrick's friend's family was going camping at a local campground and invited Patrick and his friends to come camp with them on Saturday night. The campground was only five miles outside of town and the boys would all ride their bikes there Saturday morning, spend the day, sleep over and then return Sunday afternoon. I am a biking enthusiast and Patrick and I would often take bike rides of 5 to 10 miles so this was an easy trip for him. He wanted me to go over his bike with him Saturday morning to make sure that it was ready for the trip. Then the boys were all going to meet at our house and head out for the campground. Saturday morning Patrick and I headed for the garage to give his bike a pre-trip check. Air pressure, brakes, lubricate the chain and the derailer, check for loose spokes and any other potential problems. All was good. The boys all showed up except for Corey and one other boy who had to help his father with chores until noon. Corey finally showed up and was having problems with his brakes. There is a long hill descending into the campground and was not a good idea to be traveling it with bad brakes. I offered to help him fix his brakes before he left. Patrick asked Corey if he could lag behind to get his brakes fixed and then accompany the other boy when he was free at noon so he'd have a biking partner. "Sure, Patrick, no problem. It might take a while to get the brakes fixed on my bike anyway." Hearing that got my mind going. Alone again with Corey? Would I be able to keep my desires at bay? Or would I be able to keep Corey at bay? He is the one who is seducing me. "Are you sure you have to leave so early and don't want to wait for everyone?" I inquired of Patrick. "We want as much time at the campground as we can. Corey isn't ready to go yet anyway so he can wait for Jerry." "Once my brakes are fixed, I can go over to Jerry's house and help him with his chores so he can get done faster. I'll be out of your hair in no time," was Corey's assurance to me. "Ok, it's settled then. Come on guys, lets get pedaling," Patrick yelled out and then all headed down the driveway and off to the campground. "Lets get started on your brakes, Corey. Bring your bike into the garage and let's see what the problem is." Corey wheeled his bike in and then closed the garage door behind him. "Cooler in here with the door closed," he explained. Also more private. But I had to keep my mind on the task at hand, fixing brakes to get him out of here before anything else happens. The pads on his brakes were worn down to almost nothing. Fortunately I always have spare parts on hand and had a couple sets of new pads in my toolbox. I got the pads and some wrenches and sat down on the garage floor to work on the bike. Corey came over and sat down next to me, closer than was necessary. "I'd love to learn how to fix my own bike so I wouldn't have to bother you with this." "Not a bother, glad to help out one of Patrick's friends." The pad kept moving out of place as I was trying to tighten it so Corey reached over to hold it in place. He reached his arm under mine to get at the pad and in doing so his body was leaning against mine. The feel of him against me started to chub me up. (Brakes, brakes, concentrate of fixing brakes. Ignore the hot body leaning into you. Brakes, got to think about brakes!) I tightened that pad as quick as I could and got up to move to the front wheel. The shorts I put on this morning had ridden up while I was sitting down and when I stood up the tip of my growing cock stuck out from the bottom of my shorts. Corey caught sight of it and smiled. I quickly adjusted my shorts and went to replace the next pad. Corey stood up to move with me. "Are the front brakes the same as the back ones?" he asked. "Basically, yes, same thing." I was getting my mind back on the brakes and felt my cock start to soften a little. Good, getting things back under control. As Corey came to sit next to me again, he removed his shirt and threw it on the workbench. "Even with the door closed, its starting to get warm in here." Yes it was, and he was the reason for it. I removed the front pad and again Corey reached under my arm to hold the new one in place. Now it was his bare skin against me causing my cock to respond again. "I've got this one, you don't have to hold it." "Its ok, I enjoy holding it for you," he replied with his trade mark smirk when he was making a sexual comment. I tightened this one as fast as I could. When Corey took his hand off the pad, he 'lost' his balance and fell over towards me, putting his hand on my thigh to steady himself. "Sorry, didn't mean to fall for you . . . I mean on you," he snickered with his smirk. "We both have to be more careful" I replied sternly, trying to quell his advances and my increasing horniness. I finished the last two pads without his help, he getting the message to back off. As I was getting up form the last wheel I developed a major leg cramp. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled out as I tumbled over on my side from the pain of the cramp. "What's the matter? Are you ok?" he asked in genuine concern not knowing what happened. "Leg cramp, major fucking leg cramp!" Corey looked around the garage and saw the old weight bench that was going to get thrown out. All of the arms and super structure had been removed and it was only the bench section left to it. "Here, let me help you over to the bench over there and I can massage the cramp out. I'm good at this. My father gets them all the time." Corey slid the bench closer to where I was lying on the floor and helped me get up on it, lying on my stomach. Corey started to massage my leg, from the top of my thigh to my knee to loosen the cramp. Despite the agony I was in from the cramp, the touch of his hands on my legs got my cock to respond. It was sticking out from my shorts again and I could feel Corey hand barely touch it when he went high on my thigh. "Wow, the cramp must really hurt. I can feel the knot in the muscle. It's a big one," he snickered. I knew exactly which muscle he was taking about and it wasn't the one in my leg. Corey was right, he was good at massaging cramps and soon it had subsided. He picked up my leg and straightened it out, wanting to make sure the cramp had gone for good. "I always want to straighten it out to make sure I've done my job." He had done a good job and it was straight, my leg as well as my cock. He lifted the other leg to do the same with that one. As he was putting them down, I shifted back slightly on the bench so my hard cock wasn't squashed between my stomach and the bench. Of course this made my shorts tent out but hopefully Corey wouldn't notice. Ya, fat chance. He started to massage my legs again then moved up and grabbed both cheeks of my ass with his hands. "I might as well give you a good rub down while I'm at it." At that he pulled my shorts down off my ass and with one smooth move had them completely off me. I knew at this point he was in control and was going to do whatever he wanted with me. He kept massaging my ass with one hand and reached his other hand between my legs to stroke my cock. "There, are you feeling better already?" I didn't really answer other than to let out a low moan. He moved his legs between mine so we had a lot of skin to skin contact. I readily opened my legs to let him get close to me. His hand left my cock and went back to my ass. He parted my cheeks and ran his fingers up and down my ass crack, dwelling ever so briefly at my hole. Everytime he touched it, my hole would pucker up and then loosen up. Each time he touched it he would linger a little longer and swirl his finger around. "I think I found another muscle that is cramping up and needs some loosening." He reached over to his backpack and got out a tube of sunscreen, coating his fingers and my butt hole with it. I felt the coolness of it as he spread it on me and then felt his finger against my hole again. This time he applied more pressure as he worked his finger inside me. At first I tightened up but then relaxed when I realized how great it felt. He pushed deeper in me and moved his finger around, hitting my prostate and causing a drop of cum to appear on the end of my cock. He wiped it with his other hand and brought it to his mouth. "Mmmm, I like to prime the pump first." I was so horny at this point it's a wonder I didn't shoot my whole load. But my concentration was on how awesome his finger felt in my ass. Then he slid a second finger in. This time it hurt a little but I just wrapped my arms around the bench and waited for the sting to subside. It didn't take long before it was feeling wonderful again. I moaned with pleasure and he worked in and out of me. "Its gets better, trust me." I wasn't sure if I trusted him or not. I was pretty sure I knew what he had in mind. But I was so horned up I really didn't care. In fact I think I was actually looking forward to what was next. Corey moved up closed between my legs and started running his stiff cock up and down my ass crack as he had done with his fingers. Then again, stopping at my hole and swirling the head of his cock around. I couldn't take the anticipation any longer. "Yes, put your cock in my ass and fuck you, you bitch!" I cried out to him. "As you wish," he giggled. He pressed his cock against my unwilling hole, pushing and wiggling it as he did. He slapped my right cheek hard as he gave a quick thrust and was inside me. The pain was excruciating but he just held his cock still until I relaxed. Once he felt my sphincter muscle loosen he pushed further in until he was fully embedded in my ass. He stayed still for a minute and reached around to stroke my cock. His hand on my cock, his cock in my ass, I was in heaven. He slowly started to pull back and forth and fuck me like a man should. I was getting looser and feeling better as he made me succumb to his desires. He would move his body so that he was hitting my prostrate with this thrusts but then move again so he missed it, teasing me and getting me closer to cumming without pushing me over the edge. He grabbed my hips and was pulling himself hard and deep into me. He slowed for a bit and bent himself over my back. He kissed me on my neck and ears and then quietly asked me if I was ready to cum. "Oh God yes, do me hard and deep and shoot your load in me." He straightened back up, grabbed my hips again and drove his manhood into me as hard and deep and pumped as fast as he could. He was actually pushing the bench forward on the floor with every hard thrust. It didn't take long and I could feel him tense up and make one final thrust. He deposited his load in my bowels. He stayed inside me as I felt his cock start to soften. He moved back slightly and he fell out of me, his cum running out of my ass and down the inside of my legs. He laid back on top of me and said. "Now its your turn." He rolled my over on the bench and told a hold of my pulsing cock. The head was wet with precum and the cum that had leaked out from his prostrate massage. He licked the tip and then lowered his mouth down on my rod. He swallowed me to the base and while holding my balls he started to bob up and down, swirling his tongue and applying pressure with his jaw. It didn't take him long to get me off. I raised my legs up and wrapped them around his body, grabbed his head and forced it hard on my cock as I shot string after string of hot cum deep in his mouth. He swallowed most if it but kept some in his mouth as he moved up and kissed me on the mouth, pushing my cum into my mouth with his tongue. After a few minutes, he got off me and smiled down at me. "I better get home and take a shower before I head over to Jerry's house. I don't want to smell like a man whore," he laughed, knowing full well that is exactly what he was. As I watched him get dressed and head for his bike, I realized this was going to be the new normal. I would resist and try to control my urges but Corey would have me any time he wanted me. He opened the garage door, got on his bike, turned and smiled at me before he rode out, "Until next time." As I lay there on the bench I had to smile at the irony of the situation. Even after I fixed his brakes, there was no stopping him in his pursuit of what he wanted. He definitely was a manwhore and there was no mistaking my identity anymore, I was definitely his man slut. I went inside and took a shower, all the while replaying the events in my mind that just took place. As the hot water cascaded over my body I felt a sense of relaxation and calm like I had never felt before. Was it because of the afterglow of sex or was it finally coming to the realization that Corey had opened up a whole new side of me that I never knew existed. And it felt good. Don't get me wrong, sex with my wife was still very special and meaningful. But what Corey and I had done released a whole new wave of feelings and desire. I finished my shower and got back to my Saturday routine of chores around the house. I didn't anticipate anymore interruptions with my grandson off camping and my wife away for the weekend. By mid afternoon the sky started to darken and although the weather forecast hod not called for rain, it looked inevitable that a front was moving in. I put away everything outside that I had been working on just in time before the downpour began. I put on the TV and they were calling for rain the rest of the afternoon and on into the evening. My cell phone rang and it was Patrick. He and his friends weren't looking forward to being stuck in a tent for the rest of the storm and asked if they could come back to the house and spend the night. His friend's father would give them all a ride. Right after I said yes and hung up, his friend's father called to make sure it was ok. It wasn't his idea but Patrick insisted they ask me. I assured him the boys were welcome anytime. They must have been in the car waiting because it was not more than 15 minutes and they pulled into the driveway. They came bounding into the house, five of them, laughing and joking and being rowdy teenagers. "Thanks for letting us come here for the night. I think they seemed glad to get rid of us" "They're probably going to spend the whole night in their tent having sex. Rainy nights are good for having sex I'm told" Corey said as he winked at me and walked past me. The wink, his T-shirt wet from the rain and clinging to his body, and the thought of him spending the night under my roof all added up to give me that familiar twinge in my crotch. I told Patrick to take the boys to his room and get any of them dry clothes if they needed them and put the wet clothes in the dryer. They all started to strip off their T-shirts right there in the living room before they went upstairs. Corey started to undo his pants, claiming they were wet as well. "Not here, young man. Go upstairs and change up there if you need to, Patrick will find you something to wear." Grudgingly he went off to join the other boys. Not that I wouldn't have wanted him to drop his pants in front of me, but I didn't want to tip my hand with the other boys in the house. The afternoon was filled with video games, rough housing and the usual antics of teenage boys. I ordered pizza for supper and everyone gathered at the dining room table for supper. I was clearing the table after we ate and one of the boys suggested they play poker. Patrick got cards and started to deal them out. Then they started to argue about what hand beat what as it seems none of them had any real knowledge of the game. I went in the dining room and explained the order of hands and some basic rules. They insisted I sit in on a few hands to make sure they had it right. I was a pretty good poker player in my day but held back trying to win to give the boys some practice. "Thanks for helping us, John." I preferred my grandson call me by my first name, grandpa made me sound too old. "No problem. Learning how to play is easy, but it takes practice to be good at it." "You got that right, practice, practice, practice!" Corey said with his usual smirk and a wink. I knew it was going to be a long night of temptation with Corey. The banter and good-natured insults were flying fast and furious when the mood turned to sexual innuendoes. Things like, "I hope you fuck girls better than you play cards", "At least I fuck girls", "Ya, ugly bitches that looks like guys anyway" and so on. Everyone was laughing at the comments so I didn't feel as if I needed to pull them up. Then one of the boys suggested we play strip poker. I'm surprised it wasn't Corey who suggested it but he was the first one to shout, "YES!". "I'm going to go upstairs and read and leave you boys to your game" as I started to get up. "Please stay a few rounds just to make sure no one cheats. We want to make sure we get the game right," implored Patrick. They all chipped in and begged me to stay. "Ok, but only for a few rounds. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about this" as I looked directly as Corey. With the stakes raised I decided it was time to put my poker skills to the test. The first few hands went my way. The rules decided on by the boys dictated the lowest hand in each round would have to remove one article of clothing. If the loser didn't want to remove a piece of clothing he could perform a task the winner of the hand gave him. The losers of the first rounds opted to remove their shirts for the most part, with Corey losing twice and removing his socks. As I sat there fully clothed I looked around the table at the five boys. Corey's smooth chest was a familiar sight and I didn't want to stare at him too long. Next to him was Bryan. Brown haired, dark eyed and good-looking body. Wisps of hair around his nipples but smooth other than that. Always smiling and making jokes, he was the clown of the bunch. Ed sat at he far end of the table. He was taller than the others, about the same height as Patrick but with a much heavier build. He had a hairy chest and upper body. Black hair and green eyes, I would guess he was of Italian decent. A quiet type who would smile and chuckle at the jokes going around but never offer any of his own. Next was my grandson Patrick. He was his usual self, leaning slightly forward in his chair, taking command of the table in his own quiet non-verbal style. He and Ed anchored that end of the table as I anchored my end. Sitting on the other side of me was Kyle. Kyle was an extremely cute young man. Shy and easy to blush when he was the brunt of the obscene jokes and catcalls. He would smile and giggle but not return the insults. Blond hair and blue eyes made him the perfect cutie to sit opposite Corey. Having these two on either side of me and naked chests all around the table took its toll of my cock. It was chubbing up with each hand of poker played. A few more rounds and I had removed my shirt and most of the boys were down to their underwear. I felt it was time for me to exit the game before any of the boys were completely naked. I announced my intentions to leave the game and threw my cards into the middle of the table. As I stood up to go, Corey spoke up, "Hey, isn't it a rule if someone quits before the game is over they have to get totally naked and perform something on someone?" "Ya, I think it is, it must be, that's only fair" Bryan chipped in laughing. "That's right, I forgot about that rule because no one ever quits early" Kyle spoke up surprisingly. "That rule was never explained at the beginning of the game so it doesn't count" I countered, going along with the joke. But Corey and the others weren't joking. As I pushed my chair back to leave the table, Corey and Kyle stood up as well and grabbed both my arms. They pulled me away from the table as Ed and Bryan came over to help. They pulled my pants and under wear down, letting my stiff cock bounce free. Lifting my legs one at a time, they pulled my pants completely free and I was standing their naked, my cock sticking straight out with a drop of precum on the tip. Patrick just stayed in his chair but grinning from ear to ear at the whole situation. "Ok, so now I'm naked. Now I going to go upstairs and read." I was actually starting to enjoy being naked in front of these boys but other than being so hard it hurt I dared not show any joy from this. I was anticipating being let go so I could go and jack off quietly in my room. But that was not the case. "No, you have to do something we tell you before you can leave. Remember?" Corey reminded me with a huge smile. He let go of my arm with one hand and rubbed my back. "But that is only if someone loses and there is a winner to come up with something the loser must do" hoping I had found a loophole. "I'll cut the cards and high card gets to choose" Patrick finally spoke up, smiling in my direction. I was taken aback at his joining my tormenters but was willing to see what he had in mind. He called out a name and cut the cards. "Shit", Corey whispered as his card was "3". In the end it was Patrick who had high card. I think he rigged the cut so no one else would win. "Before you say anything, Patrick, remember, you could all be sleeping in wet tents tonight if I hadn't let you come here." I admonished him. "The game is supposed to end with everyone naked so I command you to go around the room and one by one remove all the clothing left on everyone" It could have been much worse. Actually it sounded pretty good but I couldn't let on. To be able to undress these boys and see their cocks up close and personal but pretending to do under duress. Perfect! Patrick must have sensed my easy submission to his idea so he added, "Oh ya, and you have to give each cock a few strokes before moving on to the nest guy" "No, you can't keep adding things as you make them up. Undressing is all" "You're the one quitting so its on you to do as you told" Patrick smirked. The boys all lined up side by side and waited for my attention. Corey made sure he was the last one in line. Patrick came and stood at the head of the line I presume to make it easier for me to get through this. I quickly slid his underwear off and took hold of his hard cock. He did the family proud with his 7" cock. He was on the swim team at school so he had shaved all but a small patch of hair above his cock, which made it look even bigger. I stroked him a few times and watched as a drop of precum formed on the head. "Ok, next" he said, letting me off easy. Ed was the next in line. I lowered his pants and underwear slower than Patrick's. Now I wanted to make this last without being obvious. Ed's Italian heritage had him sporting a very hairy crotch and an uncircumcised cock. Again a large cock but no wholly unexpected as he was similar in build to Patrick. I wrapped my hand around his cock and rolled the skin back to expose his pink cock head. He let out a whimper as I stroked him back and forth a few times. As much as we were both enjoying it I didn't want to dwell too long and give away my pleasure at doing this. Next was Bryan. With his shirt off I could see his treasure trail of hair leading down into his underwear. As I lowered his briefs he flexed his cock to make it jump at me when it was freed. I jumped back a little as he laughed out loud. "Watch out, it's a live one!" On my knees in front of him, I looked up and scowled at him in mock anger. I should have known this joker would not go easy on me. I grabbed his cock hard and gave it a twist to show him no more goofing around. He pulled his hips back a little but then pushed them forward as I started to stroke him slowly but moving the full length of his 6" cock. "Ya papi, stroke me until I cum" "That's not the deal. Only a few strokes and then I move on" I smiled up at him. "Maybe you'll come back for seconds then. I'll be ready." I gave his ball sack a tug, one more long and tight stroke on his cock and moved on to Kyle. He was blushing so bad I'm surprised he had enough blood left in his body to pump up his cock. But it was pumped up hard. It was poking out the fly in his boxers and was actually dripping precum. I removed his boxers and let his cock spring back against his stomach. His cock was just as adorable as his face. I slowly put my hand around him and brought his cock down to face me. I started to stroke him as he spoke out, "Oh damn, oh fuck, oh shit!" repeating over and over, louder and louder each time. I had only stroked him a few times when I felt his cock get even stiffer and I knew what this meant. But I didn't stop stroking and sure enough, he quickly shot his load of cum all over my hand and the floor in front of me. I had moved back a little in anticipation so he missed me but his mess was everywhere else. The other boys all clapped and cheered for him. He turned even a darker shade of red as he looked down at me and quietly whispered, "Thank you" with an ear to ear grin. "Hey, no fair, that was supposed to me shooting my cum" Bryan yelled out. "You better come back for seconds and finish what you started" he joked. Last was Corey. I knew I wanted this one to last for as long as I could but after Kyle cumming in my hand I didn't want to take this any further. I pulled off his underwear, gave his familiar cock a few tugs and then stood up. "There, am I done?" I asked looking at Patrick. "Yes, you've completed your tack, and then some" he quipped as he looked over at Kyle. "For now" Bryan remarked, "but you still have unfinished business to attend to later" I wasn't sure if he was kidding around again or if he was serious. But I had to leave and go upstairs before anything else happened. I didn't even stop to retrieve my clothes and just jogged up the stairs, my stiff cock bobbing up and down as I did. I got to the top of the stairs and quietly sat on the top stair. I wanted to listen to see if I could hear any reaction to what just happened. Instead I heard Patrick tell the boys, "Ok, everyone take a good look at each other's cocks. Then I'm going to turn off the lights and everyone moves around without saying anything. When you touch someone, reach out and grab their cock and see if you can identify whom you are holding just by the feel of their cock. Ready? And no stroking or you'll know for sure you have Kyle when he cums all over you after a stroke or two" "Fuck you, Patrick, I just wasn't expecting your grandpa to actually go through with it." "Me neither but he's a good guy who will surprise you sometimes. I know he does me." Likewise, Patrick. I never suspected this side of you and your friends. The lights went off and I could hear shuffling around, some giggling and Patrick shushing everyone. Then it went quiet. After a few minutes Patrick called out for everyone to identify whose cock they were holding. As the names were called out, each would answer "right" or "wrong" with more "wrong" than "right". Then the lights went back on. Another round of laughter and taunts towards each other. "Ok, this time everyone takes turns holding each others cocks and get to know the feel as well as the look and we'll try it again." The lights went out again and more shuffling but this time more moans than giggles. Holy hell, I wish I had stayed down stairs so I could join in this game. But if I were there would they be playing this? Guess I'll never know because I can't nonchalantly wander down stairs and start grabbing some cocks. I stood up and went to my bedroom, leaving the door ajar so I could hear the noises from downstairs. I lay down naked on the bed and started to slowly stroke my cock thinking about the game they were playing. I'd be good at it. I'd certainly recognize Corey's cock. Ed's uncut cock would be easy and Patrick was the same size but cut. Kyle would be easy as he would be oozing precum and would shoot his load if I played with it just right. That left Bryan as the only unknown. If I could see it, I'd recognize his in a second with its slight curve to the left. But would I be able to feel that in the dark? At that moment I heard footsteps on the stairs. Someone was coming up stairs and right to my room. I let go of my cock and was trying to pull the covers out from underneath me so I could cover myself when I felt a hand encompass my stiff cock. "No guesswork, I recognize my old friend anywhere." It was Corey. He had snuck away from the group and climbing in bed with me. He let go of my cock and held my head with both his hands, kissing me deep with lots of tongue. I reached between us and took a hold of his cock, squeezing and fondling him. Our kiss got more passionate and we were both moaning and breathing heavy. "Shh, Corey, we don't want them to hear us downstairs." "With all the moaning and panting down there they'll never hear us up here, believe me." He rolled on top of me and held my body tight to his as he started to hump my stomach with his stiff rod. Instinctively I pushed my legs to each side of him and raised them up in the air. "I think I get the hint" Corey whispered as he took hold of his cock and started rubbing it up and down my ass crack and pressing it against my hole. He had spread some precum on my hole but it really needed more lube. But I was so horny I wasn't going to wait another second. I pushed my ass up higher towards him and puckered and unpuckered my ass inviting his cock to penetrate me. It hurt more than I had anticipated but I pulled against his as cheeks to force him deeper inside me. I inhaled quickly and held my breath so I wouldn't yell out from the pain. Corey sensed this and stopped moving once he was all the way in. I signaled the pain had subsided by moving my ass back and forth slightly on his cock. He took that hint as well and began to fuck my tight hole. I didn't give a damn what was happening downstairs, I had what I wanted right here in my bed. It wasn't long before Corey tensed up and shot his load in me. It was a good thing he did because much more pounding in my ass would have made me cum and I wanted it to last as long as I could. We lay there until he went soft and pulled out of me. He rolled on his back and tried to catch his breath. I rolled towards him and kissed him tenderly this time as the passion had slowed. As we kissed I could feel his cock start to stiffen against my thigh. He moved down to take my waiting cock in his mouth. As he sucked me, I moved sideways so I could reach his cock and stroked him vigorously as he sucked me. It didn't take long before I was pumping his mouth full of my hot white creamy cum. He swallowed it all and didn't miss a drop. "You better get downstairs before they miss you and wonder where you went." "Don't worry, once Patrick get to this part of his games, it last for a while. The lights won't come back on until everyone has cum." "You mean he's done this before?" "Ya, this isn't his first rodeo. That's what we were all hoping for at the campground. We weren't sure what would happen if we came here but Patrick assured us it would be even better. And it was, or is. I get to make love to you instead of playing with some anonymous cock." "None the less, you better get back down stairs." Corey gave me another long and deep kiss then got off the bed and went downstairs. My head was ready to explode! This was not just some innocent exploring on the spur of the moment but Patrick had actually planned this all out. And not his first time. I was not only a willing participant but I enjoyed it and wished I had gone further. And then Corey said we "made love" not just "it was nice to fuck you"? This must be some other guy from a parallel universe laying in my bed right now, not the middle-aged heterosexual male that I know to be me. With all this swirling through my brain I didn't think I'd ever get to sleep but I eventually dozed off. I was awoken a few hours later by the presence of someone in my room. When I felt a hand around my cock I assumed it was Corey back for more. I moaned with delight and reached out to him on the side of my bed. I told a hold of his stiff cock and pulled it towards me. "This time I want you to cum in my mouth." Without saying a word he moved closed to the bed and bends his knees to being his cock down to my mouth. I slid him in my mouth and began to suck and swirl the head of his cock in my mouth. But it felt different somehow. I was not fully awake and attributed my grogginess to my confusion. No matter, I was getting down to business thoroughly enjoying the stiff smooth skin inside my mouth as I was being stroked. Just as my jaw muscles were beginning to get tired, I felt him move closer and tense up. I reach behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him deep in my throat. He shot his load, volley after volley going directly down the back of my throat. As soon as he was finished he stood back up straight, let go of my cock and whispered thank you as he walked away. What the hell!! That wasn't' Corey's voice. Who's cock had I just sucked? He was gone before I could get a chance to turn on my bedside light. I tried to think hard from the feel of his cock who that might have been. Not Ed or Patrick, those two would have surely gagged me. But which one? I didn't feel the curve of Bryan's cock but then again I was so groggy I'm not sure I would have noticed. I didn't think it would be Kyle because he cums so quickly. But he already came once tonight and maybe a second time during the lights out game. Damn, I wish I knew who just filled my throat with cum out of that sweet cock. I eventually went back to sleep. I was dreaming about having sex with Corey when I was awoken again with a hand in my crotch. Even though groggy I was going to make sure I knew what I was doing. "Corey, is that you?" "Mm huh" came a quiet mumbled reply. Well, it wasn't a no so I assumed I had it right this time. As before, the cock came to meet me at the side of the bed and I sucked vigorously as the hand played with my cock. And again, the cock in my mouth rewarded me with its prize before I was able to reach my orgasm. But this time the voice was louder, still not Corey's "Thanks, I knew you'd get around to me eventually" he snickered as he headed for the door. It was Bryan! I didn't feel the curve in his cock but I knew that voice. So the first mystery cock must have been Kyle. Jesus, am I going to be sucking every cock in the house tonight? Just as I was about to fall back to sleep, I heard footsteps coming in my room. Whoever it was came over and got into bed and lay next to me. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. This body I knew. It was Corey. "Patrick said I was a five wheel downstairs as everyone else had paired up so he told me to come upstairs and sleep with you. I hope you don't mind?" "Mind? I been hoping you'd come back up to me." "What's the matter, the other guys weren't as good?" he laughed. "You knew?!? Was Patrick pimping me out or what?!" "No, they all just saw how content I was when I came back down stairs and they wanted to try as well. They did ask me if it was alright, though." "So you were pimping me out?!? I thought I was more than that to you?" "You are. I told them just this once so I'd make them envious of what you and I have. And it worked. They're all begging me to let them get together with you again. But of course I said no . . . unless you want to that is" "We'll talk about it in the morning. Lets get some sleep." With that we kissed, hugged and lay tight to one another and went to sleep. The thought of having numerous cocks at my disposal to suck and probably get fucked was an intriguing thought. 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