Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600 From: Xhaiden Angel Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 13 Remember, to keep Nifty FREE, it relies on donations! Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/ and make a generous donation to keep the HOTNESS cumming! December 19 Arms in front of him, ass up and back bowed, Dillon made soft, pleasured sounds every time the man's wrist-thick cock slammed into him. First, it was slow, letting him enjoy every inch. Then, it pounded him, a pleasure for the fucker. Firm hands on his hips kept him in place, allowing the fucker to vary their speed and his depth. Beneath him, the bed was soft. Behind him, the fucking was hard, just like he liked it. The man pushed him forward, pressing his shoulders into the mattress. Dillon felt the man's knees moving his legs apart, then the full balls tapping his ass. The hand on his head held him still while the fucker drilled him harder than before. "Yes," the fucker growled, the ending sound stretched into a hiss. "Your sinful hole is drawing the cum out of me! Fuck! Take it, you fucking whore!" Dillon felt the first shot blast through him. "God, yes! Breed me, you holy-rolling bastard!" A hard slap to Dillon's ass jolted him. "Watch your mouth, sinner! Just keep it closed and take my load up your sinful, but delicious ass!" Bowing his back, pushing his ass into the fucker, Dillon felt every hard burst of the man's cum. It was so thick that it felt like it was coating his hole. Some of it ran out of his ass and onto his balls. The fucker's hand slid under and around his cock. The fucker's fist moved at a slow, easy pace. Almost gentle. Dillon sighed as the fucker's arm slid under him and brought him into an embrace. This brought him to his knees on the bed. The hand working his cock paused just long enough to thumb the oozing slit. The thumb touched his bottom lip, then slid into his mouth. Dillon sucked on it, liking the taste. Minutes later, Dillon's hard shaft exploded. Cum flew all over his stomach and lower chest. It pooled in his navel, ran down into his pubes and onto his cock. The hand that stroked him came to his lips and he cleaned it off. "Dirty sinner," the fucker said with a bemused sneer. "I should have known a whore like you would love the taste of cum, no matter where it came from." Dillon chuckled. The fucker slid off the end of the bed and strode across the room. Dillon lay on his side and watched the hard muscles of the man's body move. Firm shoulders, broad and strong, muscular arms and a trim waist, bulbous ass, and tree-trunk legs. Even his feet were hot. The man took a long, coiled whip from the hook on the wall. "Tell me something, Father Vanzetti," Dillon started out. "What's with all this hard-ass stuff? You weren't like this when I was a kid. You were even a little nice." "God has tested me, boy. In the harshest way. Get on your knees, sinner. Show me your ass." "I said, no rough stuff. Whips are some of the roughest." "I paid you five hundred dollars for your time. We agreed about what this night would entail." Dillon got off the bed and walked over to the chair where his pants were. He took out the money and tossed half onto the table next to the chair. "Fuck this. I needed the money to buy my dad something nice for Christmas but I don't need anything bad enough to let some psychotic beat on me." The father put the whip back. "Keep the money. All of it." "You fuck like a man angry at something. Or, somebody." The man held out his hand, bringing Dillon across to him. "I'm angry at myself. I made a tremendous mistake and I can't forgive myself for it." "Look, Christmas is in six days. Let's shower, let me blow you while you wash my hair, and we'll go to dinner. Then, we go get my dad's gift. It'll be fun. You could use some fun that doesn't involve fucking -- although, that's fun, too." "What would Freeman say about all this?" "Professor Sweeney just wants to fuck me. He fucks me. What I do outside of his bedroom is my business. Who I fuck outside his bedroom is my business." "If we...you and me...get to be more, do you want to be exclusive?" Dillon smirked. "I don't know, can you give up fucking Pastor Santino's son?" The father leaned in and bit Dillon's neck. The boy grimaced but leaned into him. "Maybe, on one of the colder nights, we can let Sam join us. From what I understand, it wouldn't be the first time the two of you had been together." "Sam and I fucked when we were fifteen. A lot. Bringing Sam into your bedroom wouldn't be anything other than a good time." "Filthy sinner," Vanzetti said, smirking. "You'll cost me my eternal soul." "Well, you saw my Halloween costume." "Saw it? Sweet boy, did you forget who bought it for you?" December 21 With clean-cut hair, shaved face, angelic brown eyes, the boy stood in the doorway, waiting to be acknowledged. While he waited, he glanced at his phone for the date. Freeman let him stand there a few more minutes before waving him over and telling him to strip. The boy got out of his clothes, revealing the smoothest, darkest skin anybody in their twenties could ask for. He stood inches away from the professor, staring at him with expectant eyes. "You look like you want to say something," Freeman said, walking around him and crossing to the bed. "Spit it out. Then, you can suck me until you swallow." "Now that you fucked him, have you got it out of your system?" Freeman sat down on the bed. "Fucked who?" "Dillon Curry. You've been lusting after him since the day he came to class. Word is, you fucked him at Sheriff Malone's party. I'm just wondering if he's out of your system now. I hope so because even when your body is with us, your mind is fucking him." The professor swung his legs around and spread them. Eight glorious inches of veined, throbbing cock jutted out from his groin. He looked at the nude boy kneeling on the floor, the one with his bare ass striped in red welts from his belt. The boy smiled. Freeman smiled back. Another boy, also kneeling but without the stripes, licked his perfect, pink lips. Freeman called him over with a finger and he obeyed. His hairless, pale body was just what it should have been since Freeman shaved him earlier. His lips closed over the man's cock and he began sucking. While he did, Freeman fingered his asshole. "Everybody feel this way?" The man asked. From the lounger near the window, a lighter-skinned, dark-haired, buff boy answered. "Hell, yeah. Since Curry came to class, you haven't even looked at the lot of us. All you could see was his fuzzy peach, like the rest of us aren't just as succulent and sweet." "Get out of those stupid shorts and get your succulent, sweet lips around my cock." "Not until you answer the question. Is Curry out of your system?" Freeman smiled. "What if I told you, our little playgroup is about to get a whole lot bigger?" The dark-skinned, buff boy wandered over to the bed, then got out of his shorts. "What does that even mean, professor? Get bigger, how?" "How about your put your mouth on my cock and I'll tell you, Vanzetti?" The kneeling boy with the striped ass watched the footballer go around and climb on the bed. He pulled up the headband from around his neck and pushed his hair back with it. Then, he started to lick the man's stiff shaft, lick it like it was the sweetest candy he'd ever tasted. He avoided the head, saving it for the first cocksucker. Kneeling-Boy watched with envy. "You all like Dillon, right?" Freeman said, stroking the buff boy's hair. "He's been good to all of you, right? Good in a cocksucking, ass-sharing kind of way. Nobody has been disappointed by him, have they?" Freeman's stroking hand slid down to the boy's shoulders. "Starting in January, he's going to be a playmate, one we can all enjoy." "Really?" Kneeling-Boy asked, his butt-plug tail wagging. "Can he fuck us whenever we want?" "Sure can." Freeman said. "Problems, Cohen?" The standing boy turned, his beautiful brown eyes wide and honest. "More dick for the five of us? No problem I can think of. Has he done groups before?" "You could say he has." Freeman said, easing his fingers out of the boy sucking his cockhead. "All right, Taylor. Show sweet Vanzetti how much you love his cock. Cohen, climb on." Kneeling-Boy salivated watching Ben Cohen walk across the room and get onto the bed. Between his legs, his caged cock was throbbing with need. He rose up on his knees to give his arms a rest. He had a better view of Vanzetti's buff body, too. "Best of all, we're also going to have two new gentlemen joining." Freeman said this while pulling Frank Vanzetti's son off his cock. "Your hot, hunky father is going to play with us." "No shit?" Freeman shook his head. "No shit. His first playdate will be January tenth. Just in time for your birthday. I wonder what he'll do with your sweet ass. Spank it? Fuck it?" "Maybe both," Kneeling Boy said, gleeful about the idea. "I'd love for Father Vanzetti to spank and fuck my ass! It's the stuff I jerk off about." "We know, Kevin," Frank said, more amused than annoyed. "Come suck my cock." Not needing a second invitation, Kneeling Boy crawled to the boy and started right up. Frank's thick hand guided him and stroked his face while he worked. The bigger boy took charge, setting the pace and depth of the younger boy's mouth. They looked at each other the whole time, both of them turned on by the connection. "Nathaniel Yates will be our eighth member -- and are you boys going to love his cock! Damn, but he's beautiful to look at, great to suck on, and nice as fuck. He's going to love you all, too. He's going to love you for hours at a time." Kevin held onto Frank's hips as they worked. His mouth opened wider to take the thicker base of his cock. Frank kept pushing, loving the fact the boy didn't choke. Kevin's lips closed around his base and held him there. The warmth of the boy's throat was almost enough to make him cum. Seeing sweet little Kevin, still and breathing in the scent of his pubes, throat-massaging his cock...it was hot as fuck. Running his hands through the boy's hair, Frank took in a few breaths. "Ease up, Kev...ease up, baby -- or I'll cum too soon!" The boy moved back, his eyes on the other. When he slipped off, he smiled. "I love it when you call me baby." He licked the head and eased it back into his mouth. "I love it when you can't talk at all," Frank told him, smiling down at him. "But only when it's because you have my cock in your mouth." "Get a room," Ben teased. "Better yet, why don't you let Kevin out of that stupid cage and let him get his cock inside me." Freeman steadied the boy's hips and let Ben ease onto his shaft. The warmth and tightness made him gasp, like always. Ben gripped him hard when he rose up. Kevin stood up and let Frank take off the cock cage. With just a few strokes, he had the boy as hard as Freeman. The sweet twenty-year old Kevin got up onto the bed and got in behind Ben. Frank got on the bed behind him. Kevin used his precum to lube himself up, then put the blunt head into Ben's filled asshole. "Jesus! Fuck...fuck, Kev! Even your cockhead is huge!" "My baby," Frank said, kissing Kevin's neck and massaging his stomach. "Fuck him, baby. Fuck him real good so he doesn't walk for a week!" "Uh-HUH!" Kevin said, nodding and sliding more of himself into their friend. Frank's larger hands slid in under Kevin's slimmer butt. They spread the boy open, revealing his sweet, succulent hole. Using his thumb, first, the buff boy teased his hole until Kevin shook. Then, he slid his tongue into the sweet slot, making sure to let his spit roll onto it, as well. He reached through to massage Kevin's balls as he sucked some of the tender flesh into his mouth. He chewed slightly, then massaged it with his tongue. Kevin's body began moving, letting him insert his tongue and let his baby do the hard stuff. Freeman sighed at the feeling of Ben's beautiful ass on his cock. He started to pump his hips, keeping Ben's ass full. Alongside him, Kevin's thickness slid in, too. Ben all but screamed as he fell forward, onto Freeman's chest. His eyes watered but he did not try and get away. Of all his boys, Kevin was the biggest but he didn't have much technique. He just shoved in and started fucking. With Frank's tongue in his hole, he didn't even wait to get all the way in before starting to pump away at Ben's ass. "God..." Ben sighed, pushing back on the massive meat. "So fucking good!" Ben was sweet but he was also the biggest cockwhore of the bunch. Freeman loved watching him take it, too. He loved the pained grimace, the pleasured sounds he made, and the way his shoulders scrunched in and his ass bowed up to force more inside him. Freeman wondered how they boys would take to Dillon. He couldn't wait to see it for himself. Most of all, he could not wait to have Father Vanzetti plowing his boys while he watched. From things the boys said about their Saturday trips to the confessional, he was brutal in the best way. While Ben continued to groan and grind on his cock, Freeman wondered what the good father and his buff son might get up to when the doors were closed and the windows were covered. December 24 Dodge decided against pants. In a skimpy pair of red briefs with white snowflakes on them, he came downstairs to find his parents in the kitchen. On the other side of the extended counter, Dillon and Cruz were on stools, both silent. Dodge came in, then walked over to the stove where a whole meal was prepared and covered. While he checked the eggs, he heard the last bit of the conversation his parents were having. "...or I will. I'm not going to be the victim in this, Margaret." "Spare me the melodrama, Preston! You're no victim! You're a mudslinger, plain and simple!" "What's going on?" Dodge asked, taking a plate from the cabinet. Dillon took a bite of his eggs, then said, "Mom's been boning Sheriff Malone's wife and dad's just given her divorce papers for Christmas." For a second, Dodge thought his brother was joking until he saw the look on his mother's face. "You've been...you're a...all this time?" Margaret tried to look shocked and appalled. She just looked comical. Preston held up a pen, then laid it on the papers, which sat on the island. She looked from the man to the pen, then to each of her children. Dillon looked nonplussed. Dodge was smirking. "You haven't given a damn what we thought our whole lives. Why should it make any difference what we think now? Sign. Don't sign. It's up to you." Dodge turned to get eggs. "So much for my fucking loving family." "Not much love on your end," Dillon said, taking a bite of bacon. "Even on those rare occasions you were home to pretend." "Well, fuck you, too, you little ingrate." Margaret grabbed up the pen and whipped her name onto the papers. "I'll leave as soon as I'm packed!" Preston pointed toward the door leading to the garage. "I packed up all your things while you were gone, this last time. They're waiting for you, out there." Growing angrier by the second, the woman chose to leave. After a while, her car tore out of the driveway and barreled down the road. In the kitchen, Preston watched her go. When the car was out of sight, he turned around as Dodge took a seat between his brother and boyfriend. The three of them looked at him like they were waiting for him to bust out crying. Instead, he went over, folded the divorce papers, and slid them into his work planner. After putting it aside, he asked his sons if they were all right. They assured him they were. He smiled and went to make a plate of food for himself. "Dad, there's something we have to tell you," Dodge said. "Me and Dillon are fucking." "Yeah? Fucking who? Cruz? Could have seen that coming." "No, dad. We're fucking. Like, each other." Preston stayed where he was, dropped his head and sighed. "Jesus. Couldn't you have waited until after breakfast to tell me this? The two of you have the worst fucking timing." "We fucked at Mr. Newman's house the other day. In front of him. While he was fucking Sam on his dining room table. We also fucked at one of Sheriff Malone's all-male orgies. Yeah...I forgot, Dillon fucked Sheriff Malone, too. I fucked Sam's dad at his church a few months back. I've also fucked Mr. Yates. A lot. Dillon, too." "Oh, sweet crying baby Jesus." "Also...one last thing? Cruz told me you guys have been fucking. And, that there are videos." Dillon got up and came around the counter. "It's okay, though. People in a town this small are good at keeping secrets with other people who are keeping secrets. Nobody's going to say anything, especially Pastor Santino. Hell, half the town knows he's on his knees at the rest stop every chance he gets but they still let him organize church socials and charity drives." "What they don't know," Dodge said after a bite of eggs. "Is that he lets Sam drill his ass anytime he wants -- and that he is a cumwhore for his son's morning loads." "Fucking hell..." Preston said, closing his eyes. "Anything else?" Dillon slid in behind his father and put his hands around the man's waist. "Professor Sweeney has a quiet harem of ex-students that he fucks whenever they're free. He gets together with them twice a month for a group thing. He's asked me to join and I said yes. Which, you know, means I fucked my ex-teacher. More accurate is, he fucked me." "For fuck's sake, boys. Anything else that might give me a heart attack?" "Well," Cruz said. "Some of Mr. Newman's boys go over and cum on his food. It's a kink of his. I've done it a few times. He pays pretty well for it." Dodge snickered, then slid his plate over and raised his eyebrows. "They ARE a little bland." Preston put one hand over Dillon's, who now had his thumbs in the belt of his pants. "How is it this town is one big pit of debauchery and you all know so much about it?" "Because we're either fucking or being fucked by 90% of the people involved." Dillon chuckled, his head still on his father's back. "Anything you want to tell us?" "Pink Shirt Guy is your mother's nephew, Gavin. Me and Nathaniel fucked him." Dodge laughed. "Finally! You've been eyeing him for years!" "What's going on with you and Nathaniel, anyway?" Dillon asked, closing his eyes and enjoying the closeness. "You guys going to get together now that you and mom have come to your senses?" "Chad said you rebuffed him," Cruz said, coming around behind Dodge. "Lots of guys, here in town, say you turn them down when they proposition you." "You didn't," Dodge said, taking another bite of his eggs. "I want to see the videos, by the way. You know how I love to see you take a hot daddy-dick up your whore-hole." Cruz kissed his neck, then cupped the bulge in his briefs. He whispered in the boy's ear, "You'll love the one we did just before Halloween. I got your dad to wear a 'Scream' mask while he fucked me." "Was he good?" The hand on his bulge squeezed. Dodge watched it slide into the tight red briefs. "Careful. It's pretty early to be teasing like that." "Who says I'm teasing," Cruz whispered. "Let me taste it. Your dad's not going to care. He might even join in if Dillon has anything to say about it." Cruz continued on until his fingers closed around Dodge's thickening cock. He gave it a few healthy strokes, hindered by the fabric. His other hand slid around Dodge and began toying with his nipple. They shared a kiss, complete with deep tongue and a few gentle groans. "No. No, no, no," Preston said, easing Dillon's hand out of his pants and turning toward the boys. "I made this food so we could enjoy our traditional Christmas Eve breakfast! Put your cocks back in their briefs, get your plates, and get in around the table! Fucking do it, now!" Dodge stood up as Cruz's hand left his briefs. "Easy, dad. Easy. We were just messing around. No harm." He came around the counter. "You okay? I mean, you did just dissolve a long-time marriage." "I'm good. I just need a little normalcy and right now, that's enjoying a holiday meal like normal people! Get some more food and let's have a normal meal." Dillon chuckled, then went to get his plate. "Normal...with two hunky sons in their underwear who just told their dad, who is fucking one of their boyfriends, that they're boning. Yeah, that's normal." Preston laughed. "Okay, but as normal as we can be. Cruz? Still hungry -- for more than cock?" "Always," the boy said, taking his plate back to the stove. "Thanks for having me over, Mr. Curry. My parents are snowed in at the Denver airport. I'm stuck here, for Christmas." "We're glad to have you," Preston assured him. "Right, boys?" Dodge took hold of the boy's head and pulled him in for a deep, soulful kiss. "I think you're going to like Christmas with the Curry family, this year." End of "A Year With Mr. Yates." Thanks for reading!