Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2021 16:58:11 -0600 From: Derrick Sanders Subject: My Boy's Boy part 18 My Boy's Boy Part 18 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback--it's the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. I'm always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Comments from readers are the only pay I get...donations to Nifty are appreciated. Derrick Craig's View I slept well after fucking Kevin's submissive ass. Listening to Kevin's actual son get fucked was arousing and reminded me of how much I did love to have my own cock in Dylan's hole. I just wasn't certain when I'd have access to it again and I hated not knowing things. I was half awake, snuggling in a haze behind Kevin when my phone buzzed. It could wait, but it woke me up. I could hear Kevin breathing slowly next to me. He was asleep, but I was horny. My cock found his hole and slid in. The lube of my cum in his hole from our fuck the night before gave me easy entry. Craig's hole was so sweet and felt so good on my morning wood. His hole wasn't as tight as Dylan's. But was the hole of the man who loved me and was the best bottom I ever had for any type of boyfriend and I was eager to fuck it. And fuck it I did. In and out, in and out...hitting Kevin's prostate along the way. I heard him wake up and the next thing I heard was "fuck me Daddy. Fuck me now and fuck me hard." I was not going to deny him and I picked up the pace of my fucking. There was nothing like a morning fuck. The only regret I had was that I had not taking my morning piss. Kevin pushed his ass towards me, eagerly meeting my thrusts with his own. I wrapped my arms around him and at that moment wanted to completely merge my body with his own, overtaking him with my cock and my very essence. I just wanted to get all of me in his hole. I was so fucking horny and needed to cum. My phone kept going off. Damn insistent thing was distracting me from fucking. Should have turned the thing off. "Craig. Breed me. Cum in my ass. I want your cum in my hole. I need your cum in my hole Daddy." "You do boy. Daddy wants to give you his cum." I thrust one last time and felt my cock start throbbing. The breeding had started. Several more squirts and Kevin would be bred. But I had to piss so bad when the cumming stopped. I wanted to piss in Craig's ass, but I didn't want to leave Kevin that mess to clean up. There was no need to be a dick. "Kevin. Daddy has to piss." He knew what to do. I rolled on my back. He put my dick in his mouth, and per my orders for piss drinking, he did not suck or try to stimulate my cock. In a few seconds his mouth was flooded with morning piss. My bladder was near to bursting. I do not know how he took it all, but he did. Kevin was the best piss drinker I ever had. No mess, no drips on the bed. It all went in his stomach. Literally. In an hour, it would be causing his bladder to burst as well. The phone buzzed again. I needed to get it. My two brothers wanted to clean out our late parents' home and finalize their affairs. I wasn't certain for the urgency a year after Dad's passing, but it needed to be done and the diversion for a few days would do me good. I would miss Kevin's ass while I was gone. There would be no fucking around while I was "back home." The area was too rural and too isolated. "Back home" was pretty backwards and I wasn't inclined for home folks to know the details of my personal interests. I told Kevin I needed to leave later in the morning. He said he'd make me a good breakfast before I left and I took him up on the offer. As usual we were only wearing jockstraps after our showers. I loved to see Kevin in one and loved to wear one myself. As he stood making eggs, I fingered his hole and kissed his manly face and whispered how sexy he was in his ear. We ate a quick breakfast and Kevin told me that he wanted to go and see Dylan and could he use my other car to go. He always asked if he could use anything I had before we met. It was never a problem, but submissive Kevin felt he needed to ask. Any time he asked me if he could use something of mine, my cock would chub up and twitch. I never understood that. Kevin's asking me to borrow the car made me hard. Fuck? What was my problem. I put the thought out of my mind and threw on some clothes. Kevin packed my duffle bag for me (fuck...that made me hard too) and after an embrace that aroused the hell out of me, I headed out. Dylan's View I fell asleep shortly after the dude who fucked me had left. I actually slept well, but for the first time in several years I had sex dreams. Sex dreams of Craig and Dad fucking each other and of both of them fucking me. I was so horny when I woke up I almost could not stand it. In my dream, Craig had given me several handsfree cums while Dad and I made out. I wanted Dad to fuck me as well and thought of sucking his dick while Craig fucked me. The thought of being spitroasted by my Dad and his boyfriend had me so aroused. My growling stomach reminded me that I needed to eat and that I had more problems than the ache in my ass and my need for cock. My fridge was nearly empty. There was nothing in it that was not in need of being thrown out. I was just about ready to cry. Missing Craig and Dad was only part of my problem. I had lied to them (and myself) about work and checking email and work shit while I was seeing them. I had been let go due to a downsizing over two months ago and was having difficulty finding a job. I was about ready to be kicked out of my apartment and was behind on my car payments. Life sucked. Then my phone rang. It was my Dad and he wanted to come and check on me after our weekend. Craig had to be gone for a few days and he thought maybe it would be good to hang out and talk about everything--if I wanted to. I didn't want him to come to my apartment because I was afraid it would be impossible to hide my situation from him. I told him that I was busy and now might not be the best time. He got insistent and I said maybe in a month after things at work calmed down. We chatted for a minute and then said goodbye. Kevin's View Dylan wanted to put off a visit from me. I was disappointed as I had not only wanted to see him and check on him, but I wanted to sex with him and connect a little more as father and son and as two males who loved sex with males. I didn't get insistent about seeing him until I called Craig to tell him my plans have changed. Leave it to Craig to give me orders. "Kevin. You are his Dad. Tell him you are coming down. Don't ask. Tell. You don't have to get assholey about it, just state it. To be honest, I think you need to check on him after all the fun we had this weekend. And, to be perfectly honest, I think there's something going on with him besides the fact that he likes dick. I'm a little worried about him. If he gets snarky with you, just tell him `Craig said' you should go and you don't want to piss Craig off." Sometimes I felt like Craig was my Dad too in ways. Fuck. Him talking to me like that made my dick hard. I could feel my hole twitch. I called Dylan back and told him I was coming to visit and would be there later that day. When I arrived, Dylan was just about in tears. I hugged him and asked him what was wrong. I was afraid it was about all that he had done with Craig and I over the past weekend. I wanted our fucking around to continue so much that I nearly cried when I thought it was a problem with Dylan. And then he told me. They had repossessed his car just that morning after he talked to me. He had not worked in two months. He was behind on his rent and about to get kicked out of his apartment. I looked at him, told him it would be ok and that we'd figure it out. And then I hugged him tighter than I ever had before. We hugged for some time and Dylan started to calm down. Then our hug turned from a father-son hug into a sexual one. My dick started to harden and I started to feel the testosterone coursing through my body. I kissed Dylan on the mouth and our tongues touched. Before long my tongue was in his mouth and eagerly touching Dylan's. Then Dylan got to his knees and started mouthing my cock through my sweats and jockstrap. I was so hard. He pulled my sweats down and fished my cock out of the jockstrap I had worn with Craig earlier that day. He stripped down to the jockstrap he was wearing. "That's Craig's isn't it?" "Yes Dad is it. I haven't taken it off since I found it. I love wearing it. It reminds me of Craig and our time together." "I'm glad you like it son. I put it in your bags for you." Then Dylan put my cock in his mouth and sucked it like he had been sucking cock for years. He massaged my balls and before long I was shooting my load in my son's mouth. He swallowed every drop and I left my cock in his mouth until it softened. I was delaying the inevitable. "Dylan. We need to call Craig." It wasn't a question it was a statement. "Is he going to be mad at me Dad?" "Yes. He's not going to be happy." "Will he be made that I had another guy fuck me?" "No Son. Craig enjoyed that. He accidentally listened to it last night while I did. He loved it. That's the least of your problem with Craig." Dylan looked shocked. "Craig heard me get fucked last night? Craig heard me call that guy Craig while he had his random dick in my hole?" "Yes. Craig knows you were wishing that guy was him while you were getting fucked last night. In fact, listening to you get fucked turned Craig on so much he fucked me last night at the same time you were getting fucked." Dylan blushed. But Craig was not going to be happy with Dylan. There was no doubt about that. Losing his car and his apartment without telling me was going to piss Craig off. I'd never really pissed Craig off myself. But Dylan was young and sometimes young guys make mistakes that don't involve their cock or their ass. Tom's View Craig called me the day after I got home from the weekend with him, Kevin, and Dylan. He asked me if my ass had recovered from the fucking he had given me over the weekend. I rolled my eyes and said I had farts that had hurt worse. I reminded him I was a top who very rarely bottomed and I was tough enough to stand a fucking from him. He laughed and said that he'd been gentle on me when he fucked my top ass and that the next time I would feel it for weeks afterward. I laughed. Craig knew when he was full of bullshit and laughed back. "Whatever Craig. You can be such a dick. Some days I do not understand why I'm friends with you or how Kevin puts up with you. It must be that big thick dick you got." "You know it" was his response. I did understand why Kevin and I put up with Craig. Craig could occasionally be an ass, but he was the only guy I really trusted (and not just for sexual encounters) and he was a stand-up guy as far as Kevin was concerned. They were both lucky fuckers. Or at least Craig was the fucker. "I'll let Kevin and Dylan take care of your dick," I answered. "Did you actually need something or did you just call to remind me that your fucking me didn't hurt five minutes after you were done?" "Fucker! Yeah. I've got a little situation here. I'm on the way home from seeing my brothers and I have a rental trailer with some stuff from my parents' home in it. Remember that BDSM shit I have in that storage unit from before I met Kevin? Well...I think I'm going to be using it and was needing some help moving it out and getting it out at home. Would you have time to help me out?" "You decide to use that with Kevin?" He and I had done BDSM before with some guys. Craig and Kevin didn't do any BDSM and Craig had never pushed it with him either from what I knew. I was surprised that he and Kevin would do that. Kevin never seemed to be into it and Craig seemed to not be needing that in his relationship with Kevin. "Not with Kevin. I have someone else in mind. Meet me at the storage unit in two hours? Would that work. That's about how far out I am." "Sure. See you then." "Thanks, Tom. I appreciate it. Later." My own cock was hard. Not because of Craig, but because whoever he was getting this BDSM stuff out of storage for was going to get my dick as well. Thanks to all who have read so far. It's appreciated. I love hearing from readers even if only to say the story made you jack off, got you hard, etc. Message me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com and let me know what you think. I can't incorporate all ideas into future stories, but we're not done with these characters yet.