Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2021 23:14:32 -0600 From: Derrick Sanders Subject: My Boy's Boy part 21 My Boy's Boy 21 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: https://donate.nifty.org/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 derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. I'm always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Thanks to those who have reacted to these characters and emailed me. Comments from readers are the only pay I get...donations to Nifty are appreciated. Kevin's View I knew Craig was going to give Dylan a lecture about not letting us know what his financial situation was. I had no idea he was going to actually spank Dylan because of it. For some reason, Craig lecturing Kevin in that stern, paternal voice of his was arousing. It turned me on to hear Craig talk like that. Then when Kevin said he was going to spank Dylan, I thought about trying to stop him. But then I realized Craig would never actually hurt Dylan. Then I realized something else about Craig saying he was going to spank my son. It gave me an erection. Hearing Craig get rough with Dylan to get him to bend over his lap was arousing. It was not just the words that Craig was saying. It was the power he was taking over Dylan by punishing him. It was also erotic to give up Dylan for Craig to spank. Knowing I was going to watch Dylan get spanked was hotter than if I was spanking him myself. There was his jockstrap framed ass on Craig's lap. I could not stop staring at it. As Craig spanked it, the whiteness of Dylan's ass cheeks morphed into a reddish color. The counting of the spanks and the actual sound of Craig's hand hitting Dylan's assflesh was incredibly arousing. I was so hard. Seeing my man punish my own son was causing a reaction in me I never dreamed I would have. Dylan's cries in pain, his wiggling, his actual tears, the increasing brightness of the reddish color on his ass cheeks. It all turned me on. But seeing Craig enjoy the spanking was extremely gratifying. After the spanking was over and I put my cock in Dylan's still slobbering mouth, the feeling was like no other. I could see on Craig's face that he felt the same way as he rammed his cock in Dylan's hole. The way he shoved himself in Dylan's hole had a fierceness to it that I didn't often see. Seeing that look in Craig's eyes caused my own cock to stiffen and my balls to tighten as I prepared to dump my load in my son's mouth. Groaning as I nutted in Dylan's hole caused Craig to lose his nut in Dylan's hole as well. Damn I wish that was my ass getting that cock but at least it was my son getting to feel Craig shoot his hot load. Dylan had cum at both ends and a sore ass. Based on the way Craig rammed him, it wasn't just his asscheeks that were sore. Dylan's View My ass was sore no thanks to Craig. I could not believe that he was going to spank me for not telling him I lost my job and was having money issues. It didn't really hurt at first, but I acted like it did. And then, it started to hurt as Craig approached the halfway point. It really fucking hurt and I could feel my ass getting warm. It was about at that point, I realized I had a slight erection. What the hell was up with that? I was almost crying and had an erection. I was so glad when it was over, but did not want Craig to fuck me afterwards. After all, my ass hurt, but Craig's cock was erect as hell. He had apparently enjoyed spanking me and was aroused by it. But as he put me over the couch, I somehow was relaxed more than I had been in a long time. My ass was not relaxed, it hurt like hell. I needed the fuck, but was not in desperate need of it. But I wanted to submit to Craig and, in a similar way to Dad. And so I let Craig fuck me and a few minutes later Dad's cock was in my mouth as well. I sucked Dad's cock like an eager bitch and tried my best to massage Craig's prick with my ass. This was what my Dad and my boyfriend wanted. I had fucked up by not telling them. I realized that now and my hard cock bounced from my crotch as my Dad shot his load in my mouth and his boyfriend shot his load in my ass. I told Dad and Craig that I needed a nap and went to the room where they had put my stuff. The truth was that I needed to think. Craig had told me I needed to get a job. "I'm not going to be a dick and make you pay rent" (his words), but he was going to make me save a chunk of whatever pay I got once I got a job. He didn't want me taking just any crap job that came along, I needed to find something that was in line with my talents. "As long as you are actively really looking for work, I'm not going to be on your ass about having one. But you have to look. You don't have to take a piece of shit job just to make rent. You have a place to live and you have a car you can use. You need to make a move that helps your career and doesn't just flounder you along. And you'll help out around here and not leave your shit in an utter mess. Your Dad chooses to clean up after me, but I'm no slob. He's not cleaning up after you." I wanted to ask Craig what the hell "flounder along" meant, but I thought better of it. Fuck he might spank me for not knowing. I got to thinking that I actually was lucky at this point. I would rearrange my stuff after I took a nap. Craig's cum was leaking out my ass. My mindset about my life and work was better. Maybe I did need that spanking after all. Craig's View Even after fucking Dylan I was still horned up. This time it was not because I had taken any little blue pill. Spanking Dylan had aroused me in ways that I had totally forgotten about. For some reason, dominating Kevin in that way had never appealed to me. Kevin didn't need to be dominated in that way. He was submissive naturally--at least to me--in a way that was comforting and didn't require any force on my part. It was as if our dominant/submissive natures just meshed perfectly...or as perfectly as two humans could. Kevin sensed what I needed done and he did it. I sensed what Kevin needed me to do for him and I did it. But after spanking Dylan, fucking him wasn't enough. I needed another ass and Kevin was it. I fucked Kevin over the couch where I had Dylan. Since I had just nutted in Dylan's hole, my fuck of Kevin was a longer one. There wouldn't be a bunch of cum oozing out of his hole after I fucked him. But I was old enough to know that sometimes the size of the load had nothing to do with the hotness of the rut. I was looking forward to that almost dry cum where it feels like your prostate and balls are squeezing hard and working overtime just to get anything out. That working was what I was aiming for. Kevin didn't care if my load was big or not either. We just wanted the enjoyment of a fuck. He only cared if I hit that magic spot inside his hole and I was damn sure doing that on every thrust. I thought my orgasm was imminent a few times, but my dick or something was playing tricks on me and after picking up the pace in hopes of getting my cock to throb, I didn't. Kevin didn't care. He knew I would fuck him until I got my nut, no matter how much came out. Kevin wasn't after the nut. He was after my cock hitting his prostate. I was after my cock throbbing. We were in sync. And then when I rammed up the fucking the fourth time, the orgasm overwhelmed me and my groaning caused Kevin to nut as well. In my post-orgasmic need for a nap, I laid on the couch and pulled Kevin next to me. Two beefy grown men--admittedly one of us much taller than the other--were almost to much for this couch. No matter. We wiggled around until we were both comfortable and within seconds were snoring away. Kevin must have woke up from our post-mating nap before I did. But when I did, I asked him "So...what did you think of me spanking Dylan?" I don't think he knew what to say. "Just be honest with me. I'm not going to get mad. I'm still got some post cum-high going on." "Well Daddy, it excited me to be honest which surprised me. I never spanked Dylan and I don't think his mother ever did. He never really needed that much discipline as a kid, despite what his mother said. That was probably the first time he was ever spanked. And can I tell you something else?" "Sure Kevin as long as it's not a negative critique of my fucking ability." He rolled his eyes. "I looked at you when you did it. You were so into it Daddy. I loved watching it because it was hot seeing Dylan get spanked. But it was really hot to see how excited it made you to spank him. It was almost like you were on some drug or something the way you were into it. That aroused me. It was hot seeing you so into spanking him. I already said that, but it was. You were almost losing control. Not to where you would hurt Dylan, but just that you were really really getting off on spanking him. I could see it and I loved watching you. I wanted you to fuck me so bad right after you gave Dylan that last spank." "Really?" "Yes. Really." This was going better than I thought. Dylan's View I did some arranging of my stuff in the room Craig said I could use. I didn't have all that much to arrange and this room didn't have a bed, dresser, or anything else like that. There was a desk where I could set up my computer, but that was about it other than office type furniture and a couch. I wasn't certain where I was going to sleep, but I figured the couch would do for tonight. I needed a nap, so I laid down. Daddy or Dad would tell me what was going on when I woke up. Kevin's View I still could not believe how aroused Craig got spanking Dylan. Maybe there was just a little side to him that I was unaware of. I was surprised at how excited the spanking got me as well. I don't know what excite me more, looking at Craig spanking Dylan and seeing his cock hard between his legs or watching my son get spanked. His crying and him really wanting Craig to stop aroused me so much and his ass looked so hot when it was bright red. I don't think I wanted to spank Dylan myself, but seeing Daddy do that turned me on so much. It made me want to never do something to make him want to spank me. But a tiny part of me hoped Dylan made some mistake that got Daddy irritated enough to spank him again. And the way he fucked me after he spanked and fucked Dylan. It was beyond great. The more I thought about it, the more I really wanted Dylan to get spanked by Daddy again...just so I could get that hot fuck from him afterwards. Craig went to make some phone calls and I went to make something for supper. Dylan was also going to have to learn to adjust to the healthy way Craig ate most of the time. There would be no fast-food type meals for him as long as he lived here. Craig's View I knew Dylan was probably taking a nap after his first spanking and fucking, but I messaged him that he needed to sit down (if he could) and make a list of his skills, education, and work history so that he could get actively looking for a job. I had a few friends I to whom I could reach out to potentially help him get a job, but I needed his skills. I almost told him to put taking dick up the ass on the list, but decided not to. Poor kid. He probably didn't know where he was going to sleep tonight or any other night. The house had three bedrooms. One was my office. The other did have a bed in it, but I had crammed it full of furniture from my parents' home and there was no way Dylan could sleep in it tonight or until we moved the furniture. That was intentional. And the other bedroom was the master where Kevin and I fucked..err slept. I knew exactly where Dylan was going to sleep, at least for the short term: in our bed. I thought about it for quite some time on my drive home. At first I imagined laying on the bed, sleeping on my back with Dylan on one side of my cuddling me and Kevin on the other, both of them hugging me as their personal teddy bear. My cock was so hard I had to keep rearranging it on the entire drive. Then I changed my mind. I already knew I was going to spank Dylan within seconds of Kevin telling me about his apartment and car problem. Not because he lost his job, but because he fucked up. And after I thought about it a little bit, I realized he might be somewhat emotional from everything and that he should sleep in between Kevin and I. The thought of him laying on his side with me spooning behind him and he and his dad also laying next to each other was just about more than my aching hardon could handle. It was at that point that I forced myself to think of other things so I could at least concentrate on my driving. But thinking about spooning that hot young ass had me so hot. I was as worked up now as when I was driving home earlier this afternoon. Dylan and I could talk about his job search tomorrow. I had other plans for tonight. Dylan's View I woke up from my nap. My ass still hurt, but not nearly as bad. It hurt from the spanking and just a little bit from the fucking. Getting dick in my ass really only hurt for a few seconds when I was first penetrated and then it felt good. Sometimes it felt really good. I checked my phone and there was email from Craig about looking for a job. It was then I remembered that I was stuck sleeping on the couch tonight. Dad hollered that supper was ready and I went down to eat. I was overdressed for supper. Both Craig and Dad were in jockstraps. It was sexy to see them dressed like that. But there I was wearing a tshirt, shorts, my jockstrap, and socks. Craig told me that I needed to dress like they did and I stripped. He noticed I was wearing his jockstrap again and he said "Is that the only one you have?" "Yes," I answered. "You need to order some more online so you have some choices. I'm glad you like to put your dick in the same pouch I used to, but that's a little loose on you because, well...I'm a little bigger than you not only in the dick department but also in the waist department. You Dad will help you figure out what sizes you need and what ones I'd like to see you in." "Yes Daddy," I answered. My Dad was going to help me pick out sexy jockstraps. A month ago I would never have believed it. At supper, Craig announced that I was sleeping in the room with he and Dad tonight since "without thinking" he'd fucked up the spare bedroom with all that extra furniture and didn't feel like dealing with it tonight. I was surprised that he wanted me in their room all night. And I was excited. It was at that moment that Craig announced he had to piss. He stood up and pulled his cock out of his jockstrap. For a brief moment I thought he was going to piss on the floor, but then I realized that he was not and then I realized that he wanted someone to drink his piss. I looked at Dad. My cock got hard in my jockstrap. Dad looked at me. Then he said, "Dylan, I'm going to let you have first shot at it tonight. Oh shit. Daddy, is that ok with you if Dylan drinks your piss first tonight?" Craig thought for a moment and then he said, "Dylan, come over here, get on your knees in front of my cock and put it in your mouth. Kevin, you get next to him and watch him to make certain he does it right." We both got on our knees in front of Craig. I put his half hard cock in my mouth and gently closed my mouth without sucking. Dad had told me not to suck the cock if you were going to drink piss from it. Craig said "Kevin, does he look ready to you?" Dad answered, "Yes he does." And Craig let out a long piss in my mouth. I drank every bit. Then as Craig finished, Dad told me to leave the last swallow in my mouth. Craig pulled out his cock. Dad took my head in his hands and kissed me, opening his mouth and tasting Craig's warm piss. My cock was so hard and I was horny again. Craig was at full erection. That's when he said "Dylan? Do you want your Dad to fuck you tonight? Do you want him to put his cock in your hole over and over again until he shoots his cum in your ass?" "Yes Daddy I do." "Did you like drinking Daddy's piss, Dylan?" "Yes, Daddy I did." "Did it taste good, Dylan?" "Yes Daddy it did." "Daddy is going to teach you how to be a good boy, Dylan. You have a lot to learn." I did have a lot to learn and I wanted Daddy and Dad to teach me all of it. We've got more planned for these three before this eventually wraps up. Let me know what you think Dylan wants to learn--although I have some things in mind already. Reader comments are always welcome, if only to tell me you liked the story or if a character resonated with you--email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. Thanks for reading