Charlie Savage
by Daddy's Boy and Brother Ted

This story describes a very strange family. In this story there will be lies, deceit, murderous intentions, and a lot of sex. This story contains scenes depicting both homosexual and heterosexual sex scenes. This story features a chemical that doesn't exist in reality. The story describes sexual relationships and acts between males and females of various ages and even incestuous acts. If you are offended by this, don't read the story. This story may be long, but I'm not promising anything. I do promise to update it as much as possible. I would like to hear what you all think of this story, but please don't make requests. The story is finished by the time the first chapter is posted to any site.

I'd also like to introduce the writing of my brother, Ted. He wrote parts of this story with me, so he gets at least half the credit. I'd like to take this time to thank Kandor259 for editing the story and at least trying to make us sound like we know what we're writing about. Happy Thanksgiving! Go to https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and donate to Nifty to keep the site free and give us all something to read.

Charlie Savage
Chapter 5

School was out for Easter before my mother went to trial for fucking Tommy. In that time, I'd been very busy. I'd gotten to know Mr. Andrew Epping in ways that I never wanted to know anyone. I had got him to let me see some of the videos of what he'd been doing to his nephews and a few other boys in his neighborhood. It turned out that Andrew was a monster of bigger proportions than I had guessed. Getting him to turn the video and photographic evidence over to the police wasn't very difficult. Once I looked him in the eye, he was going to do whatever I wanted him to do. It caused a shit storm. Five young men that lived in his neighborhood were called in for questioning. Some of them were teenagers, but two of them were just boys. One was ten and the other was eight. It made me sick.

Unlike my mother's trial, this one hit the papers. The headlines were all about how a local doctor's brother involved the doctor's own sons in a sex ring. More articles came out about the pedophile's computer and his sex room. Andrew Epping was splashed across the paper, talked about on the local news, and basically the name of the devil according to the citizens of Devlin, Florida. The story was bigger than I'd expected, and Andrew Epping was facing multiple counts of child pornography, pedophilia, sexual assault of minors, and was labeled a sexual predator. Dr. Richard Epping was called in for questioning quite often, but it was clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to be charged with anything. The twins were returned to his custody, but he told reporters that his practice had suffered because of what his brother had done.

Getting Rick, Jackson, and Tommy Markham together had proved to be very easy. We went to his house, and I was hard-pressed to get his parents to let us spend the night. Then I had my work cut out for me with Tommy. I had to carefully word what I wanted him to do. When I pulled the video camera out of my bag, he started to get nervous, but I calmed him down really quickly. In the end, he would perform beautifully for what I wanted. I also wanted to make sure that he hated what was about to happen to him and would be humiliated by the experience.

I just stood at the foot of the bed and started to record. Jackson and Rick started to take Tommy's clothes off of him. He didn't seem to be in distress at first. Then he started talking to them and I made sure to catch it all on video. I stepped up to them and put the camera almost in Tommy's face.

"I want you both to use me for your sexual pleasure," he said. "Jackson, I want you to fuck my ass first. Give it to me. Make me feel it. Rick, I want you to use my mouth. Come on boys, get naked."

They got naked and the trio climbed on the bed. I was suddenly really happy that I'd remembered to tell Mr. and Mrs. Markham to ignore any sounds that came from their son's room for the night. Rick put his dick in Tommy's mouth, and Tommy choked on it. That wasn't the worst part for him, though. Jackson lubed his dick and shoved it straight into Tommy to the balls. Tommy moaned really loud, but Rick kept his hands on the sides of his head to keep him on his dick. Together the twins began to fuck him from both ends.

"This what you wanted, Tommy?" asked Jackson. "You wanted it like it used to be done to us? Well, you're getting your wish, buddy. Feel me in you? I'm deep in there. Yeah, Tommy. Give me that ass."

"Watch the teeth, Tommy," snapped Rick. I was seeing a whole different side of Rick now that he had his dick in Tommy's mouth.

The brothers fucked Tommy, then they took a break to calm down. Then they traded places. Tommy was crying, but he still told them to give it to him. He begged them to fuck his ass and mouth just like I'd told him to. I'd also told him that deep down he was humiliated and hated every minute of it. This was a bit more revenge than I thought was necessary, but this was for the twins. They were working out years of frustration and fear. Tommy just happened to be the receptacle. They used him for over two hours. When the memory card was nearly full, I told them to hurry up. I needed them to both cum on Tommy's face. They did it, and I caught it all.

When it was over, the twins went to shower while I sat with Tommy. He was crying as he lay there on his bed with cum all over his face. I quietly told him that he'd brought this upon himself by blackmailing Jackson when he should have helped him. I told him he was worthless, and he deserved to be a cum dump for the twins. He cried harder. He told me that his parents would call the police, and I told him that if he called the police, the video would be played at school. Everyone would hear him tell the twins to use him, to fuck him from both ends. They'd believe the video. He cried some more.

I excused myself to have a word with his parents. I told them both that their son was a liar, and they would believe nothing that he said. I told them that he might seem broken in the days to come, but it was an act. They weren't to believe it. He wasn't a victim. He was a monster. Then I went back upstairs. Rick and Jackson were sitting on the bed with clothes on. They smiled at me when I came in. Tommy was in the shower.

"How did you get him to do all of this?" Jackson asked.

"I simply told him that if he didn't, I'd find a way to make it known that he was a sick little pervert who fucked his best friend when he should have helped him and then moved on to my mom," I said. "He told me he'd do it just so I wouldn't tell anyone what he'd done. Stupid fucker didn't realize he was handing you both the power to blackmail him for a long time."

"I don't want to have sex with him again," Jackson said. "It felt dirty."

"I get it," I said. "But he's going to be your little scutt monkey from now on. You own him. Both of you do."

"Why did you help us?" Rick finally asked. "Jackson has been evil to you in the past."

"You're victims," I said. "I was a victim. Victims need to stick together."

"Isn't Tommy a victim now?" Rick asked.

"Tommy is a monster," I said. "When he overheard you and Jackson talking about what your uncle was doing to you, he should have helped you. At the very least, he should have been there for his supposed best friend. Instead, he blackmailed him into having sex with him. Tommy's been fucking Jackson for a year, Rick. I just put a stop to it, and I gave Tommy a taste of his own medicine."

"But why?" Rick asked.

"You and Jackson are now two of my best friends," I said. "It doesn't matter what went on between me and Jackson before this. Rick, we now share a secret that will bind us together for a long time."

"Are you going to start fucking us now?" Rick asked.

"No," I said. "I'm not going to do anything to you. You said you like the feeling of being fucked. I might help you find someone who will fuck you, but only if you want it."

"But what if I want you?" Jackson asked, looking at me with a worried look.

"We can discuss that, Jackson," I said. "Right now, we're here about Tommy."

"Are you going to fuck him?" Jackson asked, looking from me to Rick and back.

"No," I said. "He didn't do anything to me like he did to you."

"What about him fucking your mother?" Rick asked. The story had been all over the school when Tommy got pulled out of class and my mother got arrested.

"That really just solved a problem for my father," I said with a smile. "Dad wanted to divorce her, but unless she was unfaithful, he'd get nothing if he really divorced her. Then this happened, and now he gets half of everything in the divorce."

Tommy came back into the room then. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He wouldn't look any of us in the eye. Had we broken him? I didn't really care if we had. He was a monster. He had been my biggest tormenter in school. He'd been an outright monster to Jackson when he'd found out what was happening to him and Rick at the hands of their uncle. No, I didn't care if we'd broken Tommy. He didn't have the victim excuse to use for his behavior. He hadn't been bent over and fucked since his childhood. He was just a monster, and monsters deserved what they got.

"Where is everyone sleeping?" Tommy asked as he looked at the floor.

"Well, Jackson and I are sleeping in your bed," I said. "Rick is sleeping in the spare room. You are sleeping on the floor."

"Why do I have to sleep in the spare bedroom?" Rick asked.

"You don't have to," I said. "You and Jackson can sleep in here if you want. I'll sleep in the spare room."

"I want you in here with us," Jackson said.

"Well, we can all three fit in the bed in the spare room," I said. "Tommy can have his own bed, I suppose."

"You know," Tommy said hatefully. "This is my house."

I got up and moved in front of him. He finally looked me in the eye, and I said, "You will do whatever we tell you to do. Have you forgotten the video we made of what happened here tonight? Tommy, get it through your head. You are scum, and we're your Masters."

"Why are you doing this?" Tommy asked, still looking me in the eye.

"Because you were so horrible to me when I was a victim," I spat. "Then you overheard a conversation between two more victims. Did you do the right thing? No, you didn't do the right thing, Tommy. You blackmailed Jackson into becoming your little bitch boy. So, when I figured all of that out, I decided to put you in your place. I got you to fuck my mother, so my father could get a divorce without losing everything, I helped the twins take revenge on you for being a low-life rapist. Do you understand what you did to Jackson? Tommy, you raped him over and over again. So, I decided that turn about was fair play. Make no mistake here, Tommy. I hate you. I have always hated you, and I will always hate you."

"Are you done with me now?" he asked in a whiney voice.

"Done with you?" I laughed. "No, Tommy. We'll never be done with you. We might not fuck you, but I'm sure we'll find others who will. So, shut up. Get yourself comfortable on the floor in front of your dresser and let the real men talk about where they want to sleep."

Jackson, Rick, and I went into the spare room. I told Tommy to sleep in his bed, but I looked him in the eye and told him he deserved this. I told him to sleep in his bed and dream about all that had happened to him and to finally understand why it had happened and how much he had deserved what had happened. Then we left him there and went to the spare room. The three of us stripped naked and climbed into bed. Before I knew it, I had a twin cuddled up to both sides of me. It wasn't the most comfortable way to sleep, but I figured they needed the human touch. Let them get their comfort. They'd had a lifetime of torture.

The next morning, I had to give careful instructions to Tommy, his mother, and his father. I told Tommy that he'd hide in his room all of the time. He'd quit soccer, he'd be withdrawn, but he'd never tell anyone why. He was ashamed and felt dirty. I told his parents that they were to pay no attention to what was going on with Tommy but to know that he deserved whatever happened in the future. By the time I was done, I thought I had things all sewn up at the Markham house. I'd even told Tommy that when I, Jackson, or Rick called his phone, he'd do whatever we told him to do.

It was odd to be riding with Mr. John Markham as he drove me and the twins home. I promised Jackson that I would call him before the weekend was completely over. He asked if we could hang out later that day, and I told him that I had to do some things with my dad. I promised to call once again as Mr. Markham pulled up in front of the Epping house and dropped Jackson and Rick off. Then he drove me home and thanked me for spending time with his son. I laughed as I watched him walk away. Then I went inside to find Dad and get him ready for our afternoon with the Anice family.

I'd learned from Eric that his mom had divorced his father when Eric was five. He'd told me that his mother hadn't wanted to be a wife and mother, and she'd slept with just about every available bachelor in town before she ran off with the Mayor's son. I'd told my dad all of this. He'd told me that he'd never liked Dena Willis. He'd been shocked to learn that Mike had married her, but he'd thought they'd be okay once Trevor was born. Dad admitted that he'd gotten involved in his own life after that and hadn't known that Eric had been born at all. He also hadn't known that Dena had run off with the Mayor's son.

We arrived at the Anice house just before noon. Trevor was manning the grill in the back yard. Eric walked us through his house to the back yard where Trevor and his dad were waiting for us. I got a big smile and nod from Trevor, and Dad walked over to Mike and sat down at the picnic table across from him. They fell into a conversation while I chatted with Trevor and Eric. They wanted to know where I'd been the night before. I quickly told them that I'd taken revenge against Tommy Markham for the way he'd treated me through the years. They'd wanted details, but I told them they'd soon find out what had happened to him. I did tell Eric that Tommy was quitting the soccer team. He seemed to like the idea of Tommy no longer being on the soccer team.

"I've also been hanging out with Jack and Rick Epping," I told them. "It sucks what their uncle did to them."

"It sure does," said Trevor. "Eric, didn't you used to be friends with Rick Epping?"

"Yeah, when we were in preschool," Eric said. "Rick stopped being my friend after that. I guess I know why now. It really does suck."

"So," said Trevor, grinning at me. "Your mom and Tommy Markham?"

"How did you find out about that?" I asked. "Aren't you attending the college?"

"Sure, but Eric's little friends talk all of the time," he said, grinning for all he was worth. "Plus, one of the girls I go to class with is the daughter of the state's attorney. I heard all about it."

"Well, she shouldn't be telling tales," I said. "However, yes, my mother had sex with Tommy Markham and videotaped it. Why she videotaped it is a mystery to me. My dad found the memory card and turned it into the police. Then he filed for divorce, and my mother signed everything over to me. I gave my dad half."

"She signed everything over to you?" Eric asked, his eyes wide with shock.

"Everything," I said. "I hadn't known just how well off my mother was until I got the report from the lawyer."

"Damn," said Eric. "So, you're like rich?"

"Well, something like that," I said. "It's all stocks and bonds, properties, and such. I don't know all of it. My dad hired an accountant to tell us what we have."

"Okay," Trevor said slowly. "I'm supposed to talk to you about something."

"Okay, talk," I said, wondering what the hell was going on.

"How much do you know about our fathers and their past?" he asked.

"Well, Dad told me all kinds of things about your dad, your uncle, and him when they were growing up," I said, wondering where he was going with this.

"You know that they were close, right?" he asked. Eric was looking at me strangely now, too.

"Are you asking me if I know about what they did with each other?" I asked. "Because my dad told me everything."

"So, you know that they had sex all through high school?" Trevor asked, putting it all out on the line.

"Yeah," I said. "It doesn't bother me. Why, does it bother you guys?"

"Not in the slightest," Eric said quickly. "We have some things to tell you that don't involve our dads."

Then I remembered exactly what my father had told me. He'd told me that Mike's older brother, Eric had been fucking him for a while before he and Dad started messing around. So, I wondered if Eric and Trevor were having sex with each other. Then I wondered if all of the families in town were fucking each other. I was sure that was what they were going to tell me, and I had no problem with it. In fact, if I did have a problem with it, I had no moral leg to stand on. I was fucking my father, set my mother up to fuck Tommy and get caught, helped the twins take revenge on Tommy through sex, and videotaped that as well. So, no, I had no problem with the apparent fact that Trevor and Eric Anice were having sex with each other.

"When you think about it," Trevor said, looking nervous. "What was happening to the Epping twins isn't much different than what is going on in our house."

"Well, we weren't forced," Eric said. "And Dad isn't videotaping us, or fucking the neighborhood kids."

"All right," I sighed. "I get the picture. You and Trevor are having sex, and one or both of you has had, or is still having sex with your father."

"Damn," said Trevor, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Relax," I said. "I don't have a problem with any of this. In fact, it'd be kind of stupid for me to have a problem with any of this when I've been fucking my father for a month."

"You have?" Eric asked, stunned. "What about Annabelle?"

"Annabelle and I had a good time in the theater and in the van afterward," I said. "Then we had sex at my house just a few days ago. I figured out that I don't like to have sex with girls. I told her that my parents wouldn't allow me to date her. She was a bit upset, but she wasn't heartbroken, trust me. That girl's been having sex with someone because her pussy was so loose that I think all three of us would have fit in there."

"Damn, Charlie," Trevor said with a grin. "Don't hold back, tell us all about it."

"I just did," I said. "The sex sucked. It's much better to fuck my father than it was to fuck Annabelle."

"All right," said Eric. "Let me tell you what this little get together is all about. First, you know that our fathers used to fuck each other in high school. They're both divorced, and now they can have each other again if that's what they want. To be honest, my father has never touched me sexually. He's fucked Trevor, but that was consensual. Trevor and I have been getting it on for a little more than a year, but we both would like to have boyfriends that we're not related to."

"Okay," I said, grinning. "Lay it all out on the line there, Eric."

"Yeah, well," he said, looking sheepish.

"I might have a suggestion for you about your boyfriend," I said. "You used to be friends with Rick Epping, and I know for a fact that the boy likes to get fucked."

"You fucked Rick Epping?" Trevor asked, looking shocked.

"No, I did not," I said. "Rick told me that he likes to get fucked. He just wished that it wasn't his brother or uncle who was doing it."

"When did he tell you this?" Eric asked.

"Last night," I said, sighing. "We took revenge on Tommy Markham last night. He'd been blackmailing Jack Epping into having sex with him for a year. Now, Jack and Rick have the means to blackmail him in return. Neither of them wants anything to do with him sexually after last night, so Rick is in the market for a boyfriend who likes to fuck."

"Son of a bitch," Trevor said, grinning. "You really don't know how to keep some things to yourself, do you?"

"Why bother?" I asked. "It was all going to be out in the open anyway. Once you and Eric told me about you guys, I had no reason to keep what I did last night a secret."

"Did you fuck Tommy Markham?" Eric asked.

"No, I did not," I said. "Tommy's had sex with enough members of my family, thank you. I videotaped the twins using Tommy from both ends."

"Why did you do that?" Eric asked. "Jack Epping has been an ass to you at times over the years."

"Yes, but he was a victim, acting out," I said, dismissively. "Rick had never done anything to me, and I forgave Jack for what he'd done. Tommy overheard a conversation between Rick and Jack and used that information to blackmail Jack into having sex with him for the past year. Tommy's been fucking Jack. Jack hates Tommy, so I helped them get their revenge and turn the tables on Tommy. I mean he did fuck my mother after all. He's the reason that my parents are divorced."

"But I thought you said that was a good thing," Eric said.

"It is a good thing that they're divorced," I sighed. "But do you think I wanted the whole school to know that Tommy Markham fucked my mother?"

"Yeah, that's bad," Eric replied. "But now the twins can blackmail him."

"They can, and they likely will," I admitted. "I don't think it'll be for sex, though. They hate him, and both said that having sex with him made them feel dirty all over again. Besides, Jack wants me."

"How do you know that?" Trevor asked.

"I know that, because he told me so," I said, grinning.

"So, are you going to start fucking Jack Epping?" Eric asked.

"I don't know," I said. "Are you going to start fucking Rick Epping?"

"I don't know," he said. Then he laughed. "Damn."

"Yes, damn," I agreed.

"I'll say damn," Trevor said, taking hamburgers off the grill and putting them on a plate. "You've solved Eric's problem, but not mine."

"Trevor, is there someone you want?" I asked.

"Well, I'd kinda like to have sex with you at least once," he admitted. "Then, yes, there's a guy I go to college with that I'd love to get my dick into."

"Understand one thing," I said. "If you and I have sex, I won't be the one getting fucked."

"Okay," he said. "I'm fine with that."

"Well, maybe I can make it happen for you," I said, grinning like an idiot.

"Damn, you two," said Eric as he laughed. "Why don't you just strip and start fucking right here in the back yard?"

"Shut up, Eric," Trevor said, making me laugh.

Then my dad pulled me aside to talk to me. He asked me if I would be upset if he and Mike had sex with each other. I was kind of touched that he would think to ask me before he did this, but this was what I'd brought him over here for. I wanted him to be happy, and if Mike Anice would make him happy, I was all for it. I told him so. Then he asked if that meant that he and I would stop having sex, and I said that he and I could have sex whenever he wanted. I did admit that I would probably have a boyfriend pretty soon. He said he didn't care about that. He only cared about his relationship with me, and he didn't want to screw it up by hopping into bed with Mike. I told him that it wouldn't screw anything up. Then I told him that I had all but agreed to fuck Trevor. He laughed at that and told me to go for it. Then he told me that we'd be spending the night at the Anice house. I smiled at this.

Then I called Rick Epping and put Eric on the phone. I walked away after that. I got myself a burger and some of the sides and sat down with our fathers to eat. Trevor came over with a plate a few minutes later. He grinned at me, and I grinned right back. We sat there and ate while we listened to our fathers as they plotted the evening. I had to hand it to my dad. I'd never heard him be so sexual with anyone other than myself. Now, he was blatantly talking with Mike Anice about who would be fucking who. Then he embarrassed me by telling Mike that I had kept his ass-hole open most nights.

"Way to go, Charlie," Mike said, grinning at me and making me feel better.

"I'm hoping to be on the receiving end of that tonight," Trevor said.

"You gonna fuck my oldest son?" Mike asked me.

"He asked me to," I said, grinning.

"What about Eric?" Mike asked Trevor.

"He's inviting Rick Epping over for the night," Trevor said.

We were putting the food away when Eric asked his dad to take him to get Rick. Then he told me that Jack had asked about me. He said he'd told him that I was busy with my dad, and I thanked him. It seemed that Eric Anice was looking out for me where Jack Epping was concerned. I smiled at Trevor as we watched his dad and Eric leave to go get Rick. I would have to do some talking to Rick to save myself the embarrassment of him telling Jack that I had spent the night in bed with Trevor Anice. I wasn't worried about that, though. Rick had been looking me in the eye all last night, so it wouldn't be a problem for me.

When they got back, I had a private word with Rick. I looked him in the eye and told him not to even mention my name when he tells his twin what had happened in this house. He wasn't to talk about me or my dad. He agreed, of course, he had no way to not agree. I wasn't worried about it after that. We left our fathers alone and went up to Trevor's room which was right across the hall from Eric's. Trevor and I sat on his bed while Eric and Rick sat on the floor, looking up at us. We talked about what had happened with Tommy for a while. Then things got a bit different.

"My brother wants you so bad," Rick said, smiling at me.

"Well, he doesn't have to worry about that," I said, smiling back at him. "He'll have me after tonight."

"Why are you here instead of at home so Jack can come over there to be with you?" Rick asked.

"Because my father wanted to see his old friend once again," I said. "Then Trevor told me he wanted a crack at what is swinging between my legs. So I told him that he could have it."

"So, you're into Trevor and not into my brother?" Rick asked.

"No, don't think that," I said. "With Jack, there's going to be a long talk. We have to get to know each other. I know he thinks I'm the best guy in the world, but he was all but evil to me until this year. That means that we have to sit and talk to each other to explain why things happened in the past. I know that he was a victim and acting out was one of the only ways he could deal with it, but I need to hear his story. Then I'll let him have what he wants."

"He wants you all to himself," Rick warned. "He's talking about you like you're going to be his boyfriend."

"And I might be," I said. "If the talk goes right."

"Okay," he said. "Why am I over here?"

"You wanted a boy to fuck you, right?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

"Yeah," he said, but he looked uncomfortable. "You're supposed to be fucking Trevor."

"I didn't mean me," I laughed, almost breaking eye contact. "I meant Eric."

"Oh!" he said. "That makes more sense."

"So, you and Eric can get to know each other again, and then he can fuck you," I said. "He might want to fuck you on a regular basis."

"You mean he can be my boyfriend?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. I watched his pupils return to normal.

"Thanks, Charlie," he said, grinning again.

"What the hell just happened?" Trevor asked. "His eyes changed."

"Don't worry about his eyes," I said, looking Trevor in the eye. Thankfully, his brother was looking at Rick, so he didn't see his brother's eyes change while I was talking to him.

"Okay," he said, smiling.

I was going to have to be much more subtle about using my ability if I didn't want others to catch on to something happening when I talked to people. Trevor was the second person to notice the dilation of the eyes. First, my father noticed that my mother's eyes dilated and returned to normal after I'd used my ability on her. Now Trevor had noticed it when I used my ability on Rick. It seemed that people were much more observant than I'd thought. I'd have to be more careful. On the bright side, I'd accomplished two things so far. I'd gotten Rick to keep his mouth shut about me and Trevor, and I'd gotten Rick to agree to be Eric's boyfriend. Now the ball was in Eric's court. I smiled when he and Rick got up and headed to his room. That left me alone with Trevor.

"And we're alone," I said, grinning at Trevor.

"Finally," he said, sliding over and taking me in his arms. He laid a kiss on me that was almost as good as those my father laid on me all of the time. "I've got Cassanova in my bed."

"Cassanova?" I asked, thinking that I'd told Annabelle to tell the girls that I was like Cassanova.

"It's all over the damned school," he laughed. "And the college. Girls really talk."

"Yes, they do," I agreed, reaching for him again.

"Oh!" he said when I started to lift his shirt.

"Come on, loverboy," I laughed. "You wanted Cassanova."

"I sure did," he said. "Ah!"

I had started to attack his nipples as soon as they were in view. My father had taught me so much, and I wanted Trevor to be on the receiving end of what I'd learned. I spent a little time on first one nipple and then the other while I tried to also help him untangle himself from the shirt. When that was off, I reached for the fly of his jeans. Let me just say that jeans are a bitch to deal with when your mouth is connected to a nipple. Guys look sexy as hell in tight jeans that show off their asses and baskets, but damn! I finally had to disengage from his nipples and do a little work. I got his jeans over his hips and down to his thighs. Then I had to really work to get them off. It turned out that Trevor was going to have to be the one to take them off, because I suddenly discovered his sexy little bikini briefs and went to work on pulling those down, too. His dick slapped his abdomen with a satisfying thwack. Let me tell you, the boy had a dick to be proud of. It was shaped perfectly with veins and the flaring head. I'd say it was pretty substantial, but I didn't have a ruler. I was happy to note that mine was bigger, but then I took after my father.

"In time," I said when he reached for the fly of my jeans. "This is about you for a while."

I kissed him, giving him the full Savage treatment. Then I kissed his jaw, under his chin, and down to his Adam's apple. Then, I concentrated on those nipples again, but I only did that for a little bit longer. Then I continued to lay kisses down his torso to his stomach. I spent just a tiny bit of time collecting the precum from his navel, and then I took his dick into my mouth and began to wet it with my saliva. Then I went down further until he slipped into my throat. He moaned as I began to swallow around his dick. On the upswing, I dragged my tongue up the underside of his dick.

"If you keep doing that, I'll cum," he warned.

"It'll only be the first time tonight," I replied, letting his wet dick slip from my mouth.

"The first time?" he asked, looking worried.

"Trevor, you wanted to know what it was like to have multiple orgasms like Annabelle, right?" I asked.

"Um, yeah," he said, but he sounded unsure.

"Well, sit back," I said with a smirk. "Let me do my work. I promise you, you'll have a great time."

Truthfully, I didn't know if what I had planned would work. I'd never tried to do it this way before, but I had an ability. It was time to see just how far that ability could take things. I went back to sucking his dick, and he went back to moaning. I had my work cut out for me, but to be honest, sucking his dick wasn't a hardship. It fit in my mouth and throat like it was made to be there. I felt every vein with my tongue and throat. He was a pretty amazing guy. I was lucky to be with him, and I knew it. The funny thing was that I hadn't had to use my ability to get him in this position. He'd asked for it all on his own. Sure, I'd used my ability to become friends with Eric and Jason, but I hadn't used it on them afterward for anything other than to get them to look the other way about this or that. Trevor had seen what my fumbling attempt at pleasing a girl had resulted in. I'd gotten lucky with Annabelle, but Trevor didn't know that. All he knew was that I'd made that girl cum there times in the van while he was driving.

Now, I was going to attempt to give him the same treatment. I thought about all of this as I continued to deep throat his dick and drag my tongue up the underside on the upswing before plunging back down on him again. He was gasping, moaning, and gripping the sheet under his body as I worked on him. Then I felt his balls raise up to his scrotum, and I knew from doing this to my father that this meant he was about to cum. I was prepared for that. I just spent a little more time deep throating him until he grabbed the sides of my head. I let him fire his cum down my throat. Then I sat up for a second and smiled at him.

"That was one," I said, smiling down at him.

"I'm too sensitive for another right now," he said.

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "I know what to do now."

I bent back over and went to work on his nuts. I bathed them with my tongue and coaxed both them into my mouth at the same time. I spent a pretty substantial amount of time on his nuts, and Trevor became a little vocal. It seemed he liked his nuts sucked, licked, and basically treated like gems. I let them fall from my mouth and pushed his legs up a bit. He seemed to get the picture, but I'm sure he had other ideas about what was going to happen because I could feel a certain type of tension enter his body. I looked him in the eye and told him to relax. He did so immediately. Then I touched his ass hole with my tongue, and he gasped.

I ate his ass like an expensive meal. I ran my tongue around his hole over and over again before digging it into the ring. His sphincter relaxed and my tongue was inside of him. I really went to town, and before I knew it, he was open-wide. I kept tongue-fucking him, and he amazed me by cumming a second time. I pulled my tongue out of his ass, sat up, and looked at him. He had this dopey look on his face, but he smiled. I quickly stripped and got back into position. Then I used the cum on his stomach to lube his ass. I used fingers to open him further, and then when I had him up to three fingers, I put my dick against his opened hole. I looked him in the eye and told him to relax again and to push out when I pushed in. That doped look never left his eyes as I slowly pushed my dick into his ass. I loved how tight his ass was, and I had to concentrate so I didn't cum while I was trying to get inside him. Thankfully, I bottomed out a second later. Then I just held still to let him get used to me.

"You're a big boy," he said, and I was thankful that a little of that doped look had cleared from his eyes. "Fuck me."

I began to pull out until only the head of my dick was still inside of him. Then I pushed back in. I tilted his pelvis until I heard him gasp, and then I knew I had him. I battered his prostate for a while, but he was just moaning and gasping. His balls were still loose in their sack. I had to move this along. I looked him in the eye and told him to cum for me. It was better than I had expected. His balls slammed up to his body, and his ass gripped my dick as he fired two shots of cum onto his stomach. He groaned as he did so, shaking all over. It seemed that his orgasm was powerful. He gripped the sheets again as I began to fuck him with rapid thrusts, slamming my pelvis against his. I had to get off now. His ass continued to spasm around my dick, and it helped to pull the cum out of my balls. It was amazing, and I loved the feel of him around my dick. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I pushed myself tight against him and emptied my balls inside his ass. Spent, I let his legs fall and collapsed against him. The cum between us wasn't a substantial amount, but it effectively glued us together.

"We need a shower," I said while he sighed.