The After Party 🏳️‍🌈 Casey's Pride Parade, a story by Josh Terrence

mb/oral/anal/mast/rimming

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter 22 -- A special surprise for Casey 🏳️‍🌈

On Saturday morning I awoke to the sound of Reggie getting out of bed. I heard him stirring and felt the bed shift, then he got up and went to the bathroom to pee. I got up and followed him to the hallway, then watched with a sleepy smile as he aimed his prick and took a man sized piss. When he was finished, I sat on the commode and peed while he watched with hungry eyes.

When I got up from the toilet we washed our hands, then we went back to my room. Once we were in my bed, he picked my legs up and treated me to a morning lay that pulled a string of orgasms out of me. Every thrust sent delicious waves of pleasure through me and made my legs shake violently. My ass was greedily swallowing his prick over and over again, pulling it deep inside with tight compressions.

When he bred me, my feet were curling in the air and my thighs were quivering as the seismic tremors continued to grip me. He planted a deep, tongue filled kiss on my mouth while he withdrew his pleasure stick, then he gently pushed my shaking legs down to the bed. My body was still reeling from the energy of our fuck when he took me in his arms and held me close, petting my face while I calmed down against his heaving chest.

"You feel okay, buddy?" he asked me in a soft voice, holding me close. When I nodded, he said, "I have to head out in a little bit, but I promise to come through and see you again whenever you want me to, okay?"

"Okay," I sighed, loving how his body heat seemed to pour over my naked frame. "Can you lay here with me for a little while?"

"Sure, sweetie," he said, then we shared a kiss on the lips. I snuggled into his embrace and felt the powerful afterglow radiate from my skin, totally sated after being treated to a night of on demand anal intercourse. Eventually, I drifted into a post coitus slumber while he stroked my forehead and held me close.

At some point I was awakened again when Dan sat on the edge of my mattress and planted a kiss on my lips. My eyes fluttered and I smiled up at him, then he pulled my covers up to my chest. He kissed me on the forehead and said, "Go back to sleep, little man. I just wanted to give you a kiss before I go."

"Thanks Dan," I cooed as he petted my face. "Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say I love you," I said with a sleepy smile.

"I love you too, little man," he assured me, then he kissed me on the lips again. "Get some more sleep, okay?"

With an obedient nod, I shut my eyes and quickly fell asleep.

An hour later, I woke up in my mom's bed, having no idea how I got there. I was laying in the crook of her arm and I'd latched onto her left nipple. I blinked a few times and sighed when I realized I'd been nursing. The sweet flavor of her breastmilk brought a smile to my face, prompting her to kiss me on the cheek.

"Good morning sweetie," she said, glowing like a bulb as she petted my smiling face. "You were hungry this morning."

With that, she used three fingers to make me disengage from her teat. I grumbled a little but cooperated, earning me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"What time is it?" I asked with a satisfied sigh, and that's when I realized that I felt totally refreshed after having my ass fucked so thoroughly.

"It's a little after 9," she told me. "How do you feel?"

"Perfect," I sighed. "When did I come in your room?"

"I brought you here," she revealed. "You were sleeping so heavy that I didn't want to wake you up, but I wanted to cuddle with you."

With that, I smiled shyly and nuzzled my face into her shoulder, then I asked, "Did you carry me?"

"Mama's still strong enough to hoist her baby boy up," she assured me. "You've been nursing for about an hour. I bet you have to pee."

Mom was right about that. My bladder was straining, so I nodded and sat up, prompting her to say, "I want you to take another shower and freshen your pussy up, okay?"

"Are more guys coming?" I asked hopefully, prompting her to wink and smile.

She swatted my bare butt, so I got up to do what she said. I sat on the toilet and let my weak stream go while she went out to the kitchen. I heard her open the fridge and smelled the aroma of brewing coffee while hot piss dribbled from the end of my small erection and ran down its length and into the bowl.

After draining my bladder, I got in the shower and washed the stink of gay sex off of my body. I spent extra time washing my sloppy boy cunt, slipping three soapy fingers into it and anally masturbating while I washed the remnants of my sex filled night away. Before I realized what was happening, my body erupted with the pleasures of a ferocious anal orgasm that sent shockwaves up and down my spine and legs.

Finally, I got out and went back to my room, where I found my bed made and a clean pair of tighty whities at the foot of my mattress. Realizing mom had put them out for me, I donned my fresh undies and joined mom in the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie," she said with a warm smile when I padded around the corner. She was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and her phone, but pushed back when she saw me.

"Hi mom," I yawned, then I went to her for a hug while the smell of sizzling bacon filled my nose. "Do you want me to help you make breakfast?"

"Sure babe," she said, planting a kiss on my head and palming my bubble butt. "Do you feel better today?"

"I feel a lot better," I cooed. "Thanks for bringing Reggie over last night."

"You're welcome, son," she said, giving me a final squeeze before releasing our hug and going back to the stove. "I have a little surprise for you this morning."

"Is it more guys?" I asked curiously, eyeing the pan of bacon.

"You'll see," she said knowingly, then she changed the subject. "Later on I want you to bring me the dirty clothes from your room so I can do laundry."

"Okay," I said, using my palms to lift myself up on the counter. I let my feet swing back and forth and talked to her while she took the bacon out of the pan, then she started frying potatoes and took the eggs out of the fridge.

"Are you expecting company this morning?" she asked me, setting the carton of eggs on the counter beside me.

"I was kinda hoping Jackson would text me," I admitted with a shy smile. "I'm in the mood to see him a few times today."

"He takes good care of you, doesn't he sweetie?" she noted, then she ran her fingertip over the outline of my tiny erection. When I nodded, she added, "It sounded like you were enjoying some maintenance this morning with Reggie."

"I was," I conceded with a blush. "Mom?"

"Yeah hun?"

"Thanks for letting me take Dan and Reggie at the same time last night," I sighed. "That was really special."

"You're welcome, Casey," mom said with a proud smile, giving my little wiener a squeeze through the pouch of my undies. "It made me so happy watching my boy ride two dicks at the same time."

"It made me happy, too," I cooed. Then with a shy inflection, I asked, "Do you think I can nurse again today?"

She gave me a warm smile and I could see her glowing as she caressed my face, then she kissed me on the forehead and nodded.

"Your mommy's lactating again, honey," she said while I smiled back at her. "Holding you so close to my bosom while you rode those dicks woke my mammaries up."

"I'm glad, mommy," I admitted, and we shared another smile while she picked up the spatula and tended to the stove.

While I was watching her move the potatoes around in the pan, I heard the chirp of our alarm and looked over to the front door. My eyes got huge and I gasped, then I immediately hopped off the counter while mom grinned from ear to ear.

"Dad!" I yelled, then I ran to him and threw my arms around his waist as hard as I could. My head was buried in his stomach in an instant, then the familiar smell of his soap and fabric softener filled my nose and I was transported to a place of safety and security. I felt him kneel down and collect me in his arms, wrapping me in a strong hug that filled me with warmth. As soon as I was enveloped in his embrace, I laid my head on his shoulder and nuzzled my cheek against his shirt.

"I missed you, buddy," dad said softly, his big hands running up and down my bare back while I clung to him with all my might. I felt him kiss me on the cheek, then he asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded my answer, too filled with emotion to get the words out at first. I hadn't seen dad in almost a month, and I really missed him. Finally, I collected myself and said, "I missed you so much."

"I know, son," dad said, hugging me tighter. "How about if we sit down on the couch and visit until it's time to eat?"

"Okay," I said, my right leg anxiously bouncing up and down as I tried to process the feelings that were overwhelming me. I managed to blurt out, "I love you, dad" without letting go of my hug, then he ran his fingertips through my damp hair.

"I love you too, little prince," he assured me, then I felt his forefinger caressing the rainbow flag earring in my right lobe. "What do we have here?"

"It's my new earring," I said in his neck. "I got it last weekend."

"I see," was all he said. "Are you ready to let go so we can sit down?"

I shook my head no, earning a light chuckle from dad while he cupped the back of my head and rocked me by twisting his torso from side to side. Before I could say another word, dad's other hand slid down to my bubble butt to support it. I felt his fingertips press into my buns, then he stood up and my feet left the floor. He kissed me on the cheek and asked, "Are you cold, buddy?"

I picked my head up and shook it no, then I puckered up. He kissed me on the lips, then he carried me to the far end of the sectional and set me down. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I grinned up at him with wonder in my eyes that he was here. Then I felt mom's touch on the nape of my neck and smiled at her too. Dad sat down and patted the cushion beside him, so I took a seat and quickly snuggled into his side.

"You weren't expecting dad this weekend, were you?" he noted, and I shook my head no. "I was planning to be back in town on Tuesday, but mom texted me and said you had something to get off your chest so I hurried back."

"I do," I said with a reluctant nod. "I was planning to tell you something about the way I am now."

With that, he used his fingers to lift my right earlobe and examine my earring while I blushed.

"I suppose it has something to do with this," he surmised. Once again, I nodded my head, then he surprised me by leaning in and giving my right earlobe a kiss. "Tell me what's going on, bubby."

I looked down at the floor, then timidly I said, "Do we have to talk about it right now?"

"Not if you don't want to, son," he assured me. "Do you want to eat first, then have a talk?"

I nodded.

"That'll be fine," he said, so I rested my head against his chest and nuzzled my cheek into his shirt. "It smells like mom's almost got breakfast ready. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," I whispered, drawing in his essence as he rubbed my bare back with his strong hand.

I let my wandering gaze travel to his crotch and felt my freshly washed ass tremble with need. Almost as if he knew what was on my mind, dad gave me a long hug around my shoulders and said, "We'll talk about that after breakfast, okay son?"

"We will?" I asked, my voice shaky.

I felt him kiss me on the head and looked up at him with searching eyes, and I could see the knowing look on his face. Instead of the look of disapproval I was expecting, though, he gave me a beaming smile and said, "We'll work it all out. I promise."

My face immediately melted into a smile, then his nose touched mine and I beamed. He gave me a wink, then he looked into the kitchen and said, "How about if we go sit at the table and keep mom company?"

"Alright," I smiled, then he patted my rear and encouraged me to let go of his torso.

At the table, it didn't take long for the discussion to turn to my sexuality.

"So when did you get your ear pierced, son?" he asked casually.

"I asked mom if I could get my right ear pierced last weekend," I told him. "And I wanted to get a pride earring."

"I see that," he said with a warm smile. "I take it you're feeling a lot of pride right now."

"Yeah," I said shyly, feeling my cheeks heat up a little as I tried to navigate my way out of the closet to my dad. Wanting to get it over with, I blurted out, "I have gay pride."

Mom gave me an approving smile, then I looked at dad and saw he was giving me the same look of approval as he chewed his food.

"Do you feel better now that you're showing your pride?" he asked me, taking a drink of his milk. When I nodded, he said, "I'm happy you felt comfortable enough to do that."

"I was a little worried you'd be pissed," I admitted, taking a small bite of my toast.

"I'm not pissed at all, son," he said. "What would make you think that?"

I shrugged and swallowed my bite, then I quietly said, "I've never heard you say anything about it before."

"About what, bubby?" he asked.

"You know," I answered in a small voice. "About gay guys."

"I hope I never made you feel like I would reject you, son," he said, and I could hear the worry in his voice.

"You didn't," I assured him, then I scooped up some potatoes and took a bite.

"How long have you been feeling this way, Casey?" he asked.

"Since I was in middle school," I told him. "But I didn't do anything about it until a couple months ago. I switched to being gay and came out at school."

Mom and dad shared a look between them that I couldn't read, but it felt like they were having a silent conversation. Dad looked like he wanted to explain something to me, then I saw mom shake her head no and dad relented. He smiled at me and diplomatically said, "That's great bubby. Do you think that maybe you were already gay but just discovering it for yourself?"

With a shrug, I explained, "I wanted to start liking guys in middle school so I could be gay, but I never did because I was too nervous."

Dad reached over and caressed my soft cheek, then he lamented, "We never had that birds and bees talk we were supposed to have, did we?"

I shook my head no.

"I've been talking to mom about it," I told him, and a guilty look crossed his face.

"Well maybe we can have a father-son talk about it today," he said with a hopeful smile. I panicked a little at the thought of him finding out that I was having sex, but he caressed my face again and said, "You can talk to dad about anything, son."

I gave him an appreciative smile, then we ate the rest of our meal in silence. I was still full from nursing, so I barely finished half my plate. When I put my fork down, dad ate what was left, then he downed what was left of my milk. With our plates clean, mom got up to clear the table and said, "Why don't you two go sit together and catch up? I'll be right there."

Dad took a detour to the bathroom and I couldn't resist the chance to sneak a peak at his package, so I followed him towards the bathroom door.

"Hey kiddo, you need to run in before me?" he asked, and I was a little caught off guard because I hadn't planned this far ahead.

I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, then I looked away in embarrassment. I felt him ruffle my hair and looked up at him again, then he motioned with his head for me to follow him into the bathroom. We didn't even close the door behind us when he stepped up to the commode and pulled his python out.

I set my eyes on it and felt breathless as I took in the sight. It was truly magnificent - long and thick in its flaccid state, with a powerful looking crown. At its base was a luscious mane of pubes, dark and well manicured, yet thick and masculine. Tucked under his hose was the biggest set of balls I'd ever seen before. The sack looked swollen and fat, its shiny skin littered with hairs that all seemed to be right where they belonged.

I blinked a few times as I fell into a trance, watching him hold his stallion and release his stream. My lips were practically dripping with spit as I let my eyes scan its length and tried to mentally process the sheer magnitude of his endowment. His flow was just as mesmerizing, coursing into the bowl with the force of a thousand horses. I let my eyes roam up to his face and saw him looking at me. I knew I'd been caught staring but couldn't do anything to stop myself. My eyes focused back on his package and I unconsciously licked my lips, then my ass shivered and I had to grip my forearms with my hands.

I watched with tortured eyes as he held his right arm out, silently beckoning me to his side. When I approached him, he wrapped it around my skinny shoulders and gave them a squeeze while he released the final few shots from his bladder. Even his parting shots were packing the kind of punch that exuded masculinity. I responded by wrapping my skinny arms around his midsection and holding on for dear life while he shook off.

When the final drops were shaken off, he let go of my shoulders and ran his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him in wonder as he put his cock away and zipped up, then he stepped away from the toilet to allow me to take my turn. I felt completely feminized in his presence and knew there was nothing else for me to do, so I gazed up to him in a haze and hooked the waistband of my undies. We locked eyes, then I pulled my tighty whities down and my small erection came into view. I pushed my crotch out to give him a better look at my undersized boy bits, then I put the seat down and stepped out of my undies so I could sit and pee while he watched.

The whole moment seemed surreal as he watched me sit and pee like the sissy I am. I let my weak stream go and it trickled into the bowl while my asshole trembled with need. I was watching his face the whole time, knowing that he was closely studying my tiny erection as it spouted with pee.

When I finished, I got up and bent over to pick my underwear up. My ass was pointed in his direction when I grabbed the blue striped waistband and prepared to step into them. Before I could, he took them from me and knelt behind me, then he held them open so I could step into them. I was in a trance as he slid them up to my hips, then I turned my head and he kissed me on the lips.

"I love you, Casey," he said with a warm inflection.

"I love you too, daddy," I answered, my tone soft and feminine.

I moved to the sink and whimpered submissively as he stood behind me and washed both our hands.

When we made it back to the hallway, he knelt beside me and took my shoulders into his hands, then he asked, "Are you okay, son?"

When I nodded silently, he stood up and steered me to the couch while mom watched curiously from the kitchen. He sat down and I stepped between his thighs to stand in front of him. I was far too aroused and way too flustered to take a seat.

"Give me a hug," he said softly as he held his arms open for me. I melted into his embrace and once again, he used his big arms to envelop my frame and soothe me while horny tremors rocked my rear end.

"You're having a lot of special feelings right now, aren't you?" he noted. When I nodded, he slid his palm down to the small of my back and pulled me closer, then he shushed me before quietly speaking in my ear. "It's okay, baby boy. Daddy knows, and it's okay."

"It is?" I asked timidly, then I felt his big palms slide down to my horny rump and give it a squeeze.

"We're gonna work it all out, okay?" he assured me, and I shuddered as his warm breath flowed around my ear lobe. His fingertips were kneading my buns and manipulating them with delicious circular motions. He kissed me on the temple, then he looked up at mom and said, "Honey, will you bring me his new toy?"

I picked my head up from his shoulder and gave him a questioning look, but was met with a soft smile and a look I've never seen from him before. He puckered his lips and he gave me a kiss, then his hands slipped through the leg openings of my undies and he splayed my crevice.

"I promised you we'd work it all out," he reminded me as I felt my pucker stretch. "Daddy loves you, son."

"I love you too," I whispered, feeling my body roar with horny desire.

Without letting go of my ass cheeks, dad lifted me up and put me on his lap so I was straddling his thighs. I was lost in his eyes as he gave me a look of fierce devotion and love, then his fingertip brushed across my pucker. I felt my body jerk as a jolt of pleasure and arousal gripped me, then dad's digit found its way back to my pucker. I moaned softly when the flat of his middle finger came to rest against it, then he gave it a gentle rub. I rested my head on his shoulder and shivered, then watched with a needy gaze as mom emerged from her room with the stallion in one hand and a tube of anal lube in the other.

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