Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2021 11:08:52 -0600
From: Derrick Sanders <derrick1968mwm@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boy's Boy part 12

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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.

Play safe and use your head that can't be circumcised when playing
with others. That'll help you play with your other head longer. It may
soften your prick to think of it, but some things are better left in
the land of fantasy.

 Derrick

 My Boy's Boy Part 12

 Tom's View

I stood there and watched Craig fuck Dylan while Kevin worked his
magic on Dylan's cock. Craig was clearly enjoying the fuck and I can
only imagine how Dylan's ass felt on his cock when Craig literally
sucked the cum out of Dylan's cock. There was no doubt that the cum
made Dylan's ass lose its shit (not literally) on Craig's cock. He
looked like a fucking animal fucking and desperate to breed. My cock
was hard and leaking as I watched the hot incest scene in front of me.
A father sucking his son's cock while that son was getting his own ass
fucked.

And as he bred Dylan that's when he said he loved Dylan.

Craig. Nice guy. Really smart guy. Last night I discovered he was a
great top. But damn sometimes he could really not think. Or maybe he
was just thinking with his cock. Sometimes it was hard to tell the
difference with Craig. That was the only flaw Craig had: sometimes it
seemed like he had a brain in his head and a smaller brain in the head
of his cock. And after the cumming was over, I could see the look on
Kevin's face. He was devastated. Kevin loved the hell out of Craig.
Kevin was so devoted to Craig, did everything Craig asked, looked up
to Craig, virtually worshipped Craig--and not just his cock.

I made eye contact with Craig right as he pulled his cock out of Dylan's ass.

I might have to have a talk with Craig. He might have fucked my ass
really good, but he needed just a little direction and not just where
to put his cock. Kevin was the best, most eager bottom boy Craig ever
had. I didn't want to listen to Craig bitch if he lost him. After a
few seconds of thought I texted Craig that we needed to talk as soon
as possible.

Dylan's View

Craig's fucking me while my own Dad sucked my cock was the most
intense sexual experience I ever had. If I had any doubt about whether
I was gay, that doubt was gone. Craiged fucked it out of me and my Dad
sucked it right out of my young gay cock. The whole scend was so hot
and arousing. I was hard again just thinking about it and I swear that
my ass was twitching just thinking about it. When in the hell did my
ass start twitching because I was thinking about dick?

And Craig told me he loved me. What the hell was up with that? I
certainly wasn't expecting him to say that while his Daddy dick was
shoved up my ass. I think I was starting to love Craig too. But maybe
it was just the sex I was loving and the feeling of being desired.

It was time to start thinking about getting ready to go home. The
visit to see Dad and Craig was great and I had discovered a lot about
myself over the extended weekend, but Monday was coming and I needed
to get home and ready for work. Reality was calling me, but I just
wished Monday's reality involved Craig's slippery hard dick working
its way up my ass.

Kevin's View

I didn't want to send Craig the text asking how he felt about me. I'd
seen Craig fuck plenty of bottoms before. Some of them were even
hotter in their own way than Dylan. I'd seen Craig plow young, hot,
tight, silky ass until he dumped a load of his hot Daddy cum in
it--completely exhausted and drained. But no matter how carried away
Craig got, no matter how much he turned into an animal while breeding
a hole, he never said he "loved their ass."

"Take this cock, bitch." "Squeeze my prick with your faggot ass."
"Give your hole to Daddy." Those were the types of things Craig said
when he screwed a hot bottom. Craig sometimes said those things to me
when he fucked me. But they were not the only things he said to me as
he fucked me and rubbed his cock against my prostate and would make my
hole feel so good. Hell, he's pound the shit out of my prostate to
where I thought I was going to die from the pleasure of it. He'd tell
me he loved me and that he loved to make me feel good and that he
loved to fuck me. Of course he'd say those things when his hard dick
was in my backside, but he'd also say them when his dick was soft and
sex was the furthest thing from his mind.

I loved Craig more than I had loved any top in my life. After debating
for a second, I sent him the text.

Craig's View

There was no doubt that Dylan's ass was one of the sweetest asses I
had ever fucked. He was in his early twenties, good looking, and fit
in a way that looked natural and not like he lived at the gym. And it
felt so damn good to fuck that ass that had never been fucked until a
few days ago. My cock just got the better of me as it plowed his hole.
There's no doubt I loved Dylan's sweet ass and I loved Dylan. But
Kevin. I loved Kevin too in ways that I don't know if I could ever
love Dylan.

And I told Tom that too after he told me I had my head up my ass and
needed to get my shit together. Tom was probably the only person on
the planet who could get away with being that blunt with me. We had
been friends for years and it was rare for him to really get in my
face about something, but he was getting in my face about this.

"Craig...you fuckhead" Tom started in on me. I had to fight the urge to
roll my eyes at him.

"You got lucky with Kevin you son of a bitch. He fucking adores your
ass...and believe me, it can be an occasionally arrogant ass. Remember
those last three guys who were going to be your "bottom boy" for the
long haul? The longest one lasted what? Three months? None of them
were as into your kink as Kevin here is. None were as devoted to you
as he is. Not to mention he's a fucking nice guy besides and doesn't
have the "issues" your other "long-term" boys had. And he does
virtually every household chore you ask of him and I know first hand
how good he is at using his ass and using his mouth. I've seen the way
he looks at you with a combination of canine devotion and adult
love---even when you are hungover, worn out, and look like shit.

"And Craig...I've seen you fuck plenty of guys in the time I've known
you. That includes the boyfriends you have had along the way. I've
never seen you look at anyone else the way you look at Kevin when you
are fucking him--you're taken with him. I can tell. Even when you are
fucking him as hard as you fucked me last night, you still have that
look on your face of devotion to him.

"You can love Kevin and Dylan. But you need to let Kevin know how you
feel. Cause if you don't and he ends up moving out, I'm not going to
listen to one bit of complaining about it.

"And if that happens don't think you can have my ass again when you
get desperate for a hole. I only let tops fuck me who don't have their
head up their ass."

All I could say immediately was "Tell me how you really feel."

Tom only responded "I just did. You've been telling me since the day
we met what kind of fantasy bottom man you wanted. You pretty much
have that in Kevin. Screw Dylan all you want, but make sure Kevin
knows how you feel. That's all I'm saying."

I wanted to tell Tom to shut the fuck up, but I didn't. He was just
being honest with me and I needed that. Tom knew he was the only guy
who could be blunt with me and tell me what I needed to hear without
me going ballistics on his ass. Sometimes you just needed another
alpha to tell you when you had your head up your ass.

I was pissed. Not at Tom, but at myself.

I walked over gave him a great big tight bear hug. "Thanks man. You're
the best friend I've got." For some reason saying that made me hard
and my cock pressed against Tom.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Chubbing up you horny fucker. Jesus Craig."

Kevin's View

I was scared to text Daddy, but him telling Dylan he loved him and how
his was the best ass he ever fucked had really bothered me. It
bothered me a lot, probably more because it was my own son. He'd never
told another bottom that. He texted me back that we needed to talk and
we would right after his meeting. There was no work meeting on Daddy's
calendar. I had checked when I woke up since I checked Daddy's shared
calendar every morning to help keep him on track. He must have been
meeting someone else and I knew who it was: Tom.

Craig's View

I needed to talk with Kevin. There was no need to plan it out and
think about what to say. As usual, Tom was right. Fucker was always
right. I texted Kevin to come into my office so we could talk. And
talk we did.

The end result was that I told Kevin I loved him and cared more about
him than I had any other bottom sub I had ever been with or known. I
bit the bullet and actually told him that I was sorry that I had hurt
or upset him. That was not my intent. I told him that I loved Dylan as
a son, but that was a different sort of relationship. Yes, I loved to
fuck Dylan (might as well be honest), but that I loved Dylan as a
father loved a son. Kevin was partially in tears (figured he'd do
that), but I think he understood what I meant. It will take a while
for our relationship to get back on track, but I was hoping that it
would. I didn't want to lose the little horny bottom fucker--and I told
him that. He told me that he thought he understood where I was coming
from and that he was just afraid Dylan was going to replace him. Was
tempted to make a joke right then, but my larger brain told me not to.
I just told him that I didn't want to upset him.

I gave him a hug when I got done talking to him. I chubbed up, just
like I did with Tom. Only difference was this time I felt some precum
leak from my cock. Jesus Craig you really are a fucking lech.

Well...there was no reason not to act on that hardon. I couldn't fuck
Tom, but Kevin...well he needed a good fucking from his Daddy.

I pressed my crotch against him. Hard. I put my lips to his and
started to kiss him. His mouth opened and my tongue started to probe,
reaching for his tongue. It felt so good to feel his tongue against
mine and our tongues did battle as my cock throbbed and ached for
release. I hugged him tightly, tighter than I did Tom after our talk.
I pulled back from his mouth.

"I love you, you cute little fucker. You have no idea how much I love
you." Just saying the words seemed to make my cock harder. I could
feel him melt in my arms as I said it. I meant it. Every word. I was
still a horndog. I would still fuck other asses, but this guy...this
man...he was the one that gave me the best hardons I ever had. We kissed
and made out for a few more minutes. When we took another break from
the kissing, Kevin responded with "I love you too, Daddy, more than
you ever know."

He was only wearing a pair of sweats and a wife beater. I was just in
a pair of shorts. I turned him around and pulled down his sweats and
slipped out of my shorts. He leaned against the wall of my office. I
spit a huge dollop and it landed directly on the head and shaft of my
cock. He knew from the sound what I was getting ready to do. I grabbed
my cock and positioned it towards his hole. That hole was mine and I
entered it in one long deep plunge.

It felt so good. My bottom giving me his hole with no resistance. My
bottom eager to have me enter him. I needed to nut. But then I decided
that my nut wasn't the most important part of this fuck. Kevin moaned
as I completed my entry into him. I stayed balls deep in his ass and
hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear...

"That feels so damn good, being buried in your hole boy. I wish I
could get my whole body in you right now...and feel that good all over."

He moaned and then I started to slide out ever so slightly to begin
the actual fuck. I knew right where Kevin's prostate was and I was
going to hit it on every thrust in and every pull out. This fuck was
about Kevin and Kevin's feeling good.

He made that noise he makes when his prostate is dragged by my thick
hard cock and I hit it over and over. I moved my hands so I could
pinch his nipples as I fucked him. I concentrated on that spot in his
ass with every movement of my cock and continued to work his nipples
as I did.

His hands were against the wall holding himself up as I dicked him
repeatedly. He was starting to make those noises he made when getting
close to his own orgasm. I could feel his ass start to twitch more and
more as I kept up my assault on that special spot in his ass. His
breathing got heavier and heavier. He was getting close to a
hands-free cum. An orgasm that would be the result of his Daddy, his
man, fucking him.

I too started to breathe heavier and fuck him faster, but I had to
remember to not worry about my own orgasm right now. I wanted to make
Kevin cum just from my dick fucking his hole. I wanted that for him
and, to be honest, I wanted it for me. Every top knows how good an ass
feels when that ass's dick cums. The contractions feel so good on the
top's dick.

I didn't talk while fucking Kevin this time. No talking about how I
was fucking my bitch or ramming his hole. No mention of how much his
manpussy was in need of a breeding. Calling him a slut and a bitch
would turn me on, but this fuck was not about getting myself off the
moment I wanted.

He was getting close and I quickened my assault on his hole, my
assault on his prostate. His quivering became more frequent and my
thrusting became more insistent, more demanding and my moans
grew--partially because I was getting close to my own orgasm and
partially because I knew how the sounds turned Kevin on. His cum was
imminent.

And then I told him, "I love you so much you son of a bitch."

He let out a loud, guttural moan, said "fuck me harder daddy" and his
ass clenched my cock harder than it ever had. He was cumming and his
asses tight massage of my cock caused my own orgasm to begin.

I groaned a moan of pleasure that must have shaken the wall as my cock
started to empty in his ass. I didn't have the usual throb after
orgasmal throb. It was one long throb...one long shot of cum that
flooded his hole. I leaned against Kevin as the pleasure subsided and
could feel his ass still twitching against my cock.

I was getting ready to dismount, when I turned around and saw Tom
standing there. He was smiling and stroking his hard cock. He mouthed
"good man" and left. This was one time he knew that I wouldn't let
Kevin be fucked by someone else after I had bred him.

This time was about Kevin and me and how much this alpha top loved his bottom.

Sorry it's been so long between updates--I'm hoping to get this one
finished soon. Hope you liked the story. Ideas and comments are
welcome--even if just

that you jacked off--and can be sent to me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com