Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2022 14:23:42 -0600
From: Derrick Sanders <derrick1968mwm@gmail.com>
Subject: My boy's boy 24 (Gay-male-incest and urination)

My Boy's Boy 24

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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.

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Craig's View

Loved Dylan drinking my morning piss, but I needed to get up and get
ready for my day. I loved mansex more than a guy should, but my dick
wasn't going to pay the bills. After Kevin and I were done in the
shower/bathroom, I told Dylan to get his fucking ass out of bed and
that after breakfast he and I needed to have a talk.

Of course, I meant "fucking ass" in the best sense of the word. I
wasn't mean to him when I said it, but he knew it was time to get up.

We discussed the sort of work he had been doing before. It was shit
for a social media company. Thankfully it involved programming and he
wasn't some damn social media influencer. Dylan told me he had reached
out to his old professors, former boss and co-workers, and some online
groups he was a member of for ideas, contacts, etc. He said he could
probably work a fast food or cashier job if he had to.

I said with his skills no fucking way. He had somewhere to live and
food to eat he didn't need to take a job to survive. I told him he
could make more money turning tricks and that he needed a job that
would further his career.

I told him that he needed to send me a daily summary of what he had
done in the job hunt and that it needed to meet my expectations. He
also got a list of some technical tasks that I needed done and I told
him he could move things around in the room above the garage to have a
virtual work environment. I then stood up and told him that he needed
to suck my cock because his Dad was busy. I pulled out my dick and
Dylan sucked me until I was hard.

Then I decided I was too horny for a blow job.

"Dylan. I'm helping you quite a bit with your job problem. What do you
think you can do to help me with my hard dick problem?"

Dylan bent over my desk and spread his ass cheeks so his hole was
exposed. Like his Dad and me he was only in a jockstrap so there were
no clothes for this bottom boy to remove. His ass looked so sweet.

"Dylan. I'd love to spank that ass, but I have a meeting before long.
That will have to wait." Dylan didn't know it but one of the cameras
was aimed perfectly at his ass and would get a great video of the
fucking. I could not wait to watch it later.

I spit on his hole. I rubbed my cock along his trench. Just enough
hair so that I knew he was a dude and it would stimulate my cock.  But
I was not satisfied with just rubbing my cock along his trench. It was
his hole that I wanted.

"Fuck me Daddy."

"Oh I intend to fuck you Dylan. I'm going to fuck you right now."

And I shoved my prick in his ass. I was frustrated about the meeting I
had and I was taking it out on Dylan's ass. That's what he was for. I
fucked him hard and fast. I hit his prostate enough to make him horny,
but not enough to make him cum. That would wait until later. I just
wanted to nut in his hole and have time to get dressed for my meeting.

"Daddy cum in me."

He squeezed my cock with his ass. That velvet ass was grabbing my cock
and pulling it in. Fuck it was going to pull all the cum from my
balls. I felt my balls tighten.

"Take it Dylan you little bitch."

He moaned.

"Take Daddy's cock you fucking cunt."

He groaned.

"Take Daddy's prick you little whore."

He whined like a femmy slut and I shot in his hole.

"oh fuck that was good."

My breathing slowed to normal and I pulled my cock from his hole and
tucked it back in my jockstrap. My phone buzzed. It was Tom.

"Thanks for letting me watch you fuck Dylan. I have got to visit
again. You and he sure do put on a good show. "

My dick twitched and I tried to ignore it. I had work to do.

Kevin's View

Sucking three loads of out Dylan as Daddy fucked him was so hot. I
knew he almost could not stand that third blow job, but I knew how
good it would feel. There was nothing I loved more than getting a
second load out of a guy as soon as I could after the first one. I did
it to Daddy once because I was super horny and just crossed my fingers
that he would enjoy it.

We had been seeing each other a few months and we went to a gay
resort. Daddy always rented a stand alone cabin anywhere we went if he
could. He liked privacy he said. After we got situated, we sat on the
porch drinking some beer. We were only wearing a jockstrap and a wife
beater. I kneeled in front of Daddy and pulled his cock out and
started to suck it. The public nature of the blow job turned him on
more than usual. I knew Craig loved public sex. He had point-blank
told me, but it was obvious from the change in his arousal level that
being watched (or maybe being watched) turned him on. He shot his
first load and there were people milling around who could easily have
seen. Then I kept sucking him because he was still hard. He told me to
stop, but I didn't.

It was one of the few times I disobeyed him. He started to object, but
then I heard him moan instead. I heard people approaching. That was
part of what had turned him on so much.

I sucked the hell out of him and there were now people watching. It
only took a minute to get a second load out of him. He really moaned
when he shot the load.

It was much smaller than the first, but I could tell that it felt ten
times better than the first one. It took him several minutes to catch
his breath and come off his post-cum high.

Then he said, "If you ever disobey me again without making me feel
that good immediately, I'm going to kick your fucking ass. But
damn...that was fucking awesome."

So I know Dylan must have loved the forced cumming because I thought
he was going to lose his shit when Daddy came in his ass and he shot
his load in my mouth. But I loved making out with Dylan and sucking my
son's cock while my alpha top fucked my son's hole and while my son
took my own dick in his mouth. I never dreamed that sex like this
would become a reality.

I was jolted back to reality by the sounds of Craig fucking Dylan
before his meeting. My own dick was hard, but I needed to get my
chores for Craig done while he was working. And from the sounds of the
fucking, Craig was about done filling Dylan's hole with his load. My
chores were not very onerous, and I could get them done and done well
by the time Craig was finished with work for the day. After talking to
him, I knew that Dylan would be busy looking for a job today.

Or at least he should be busy looking for a job today or doing
whatever Craig told him to. I know that Craig knew that Dylan might
not find a job right away, but Craig would not be happy if it became
clear that Dylan was not really trying to find employment. I didn't
want to be around if that happened. I should have time to watch some
porn and email the two bottom guys that I chatted with occasionally.

Tom's View

Watching Craig fuck Dylan was so damn hot. I swear he only did it to
tease me and to let me know that he had a submissive bearish bottom
and a hot young twink both living with him. I could not help but
stroke my dick slowly as I watched Craig ram himself into Dylan's
hole. That ass was so sweet and it was so hot seeing that older Daddy
fuck it and pleasure itself inside it. I was going to have to make an
excuse to see Craig so I could fuck Dylan again.

And Craig was going to have to find an excuse to punish Dylan again.
Seeing Craig's BDSM equipment reminded me of all the fun he and I had
using it on several guys. I needed that again. My mind alternated
between watching Craig fuck Dylan on my computer screen and fucking a
hot bottom restrained on Craig's equipment.

It wasn't long before I was shooting out a load of cum on the screen
image of Dylan's ass with Craig's cock in it.

Dylan's View

Craig and his list of tasks. I knew he wanted me to find a job and
that I should be appreciative, but I had just moved up here and now he
was wanting me to start working on finding a job and organize my
computer equipment in the space above the garage. It did not take me
long to organize the equipment and I knew that I should be working on
finding a job after I got done.

But I started looking at porn instead. Dad-son porn. Images of guys
tied down to benches and being fucked. Images of guys being tied to
crosses and having their cocks, nipples, and asses tortured. I was so
hard. I was so aroused. I jacked my cock hard watching a video of a
twink being used repeatedly while being blindfolded and tied down to a
kitchen counter. The guy was fucked over and over and used as a cum
dump. I jacked off as he got fucked by some Daddy type. I stroked as
that cock entered the on-screen's bottom...matching his fucking. And
when he nutted in the restrained boy I came myself all over the
screen.

I wiped at the cum on the screen and ate some of it. Tasty.

Then my phone alerted. There was a text from Craig.

"Hot video. You better be looking for work or you'll be the guy in the
video. The only difference will be that you'll be kicked out."

I decided I had better get to work on my job hunt. The thought of
being used by Craig was arousing. The thought of having to find
another place was not.

Dad walked in my above garage office space. He really startled me as I
thought he was working elsewhere in the house and didn't think he'd be
up here paying me a visit.

"Craig told me you liked some kinky porn," he said.

Fuck I thought.

"What did he tell you, Dad?" I asked.

"That you better get on the job search. Getting fucked under a bridge
in a homeless encampment isn't as fun as you think it is. Craig
doesn't mind if you watch porn--but it is after your work for the day
is done and you need to ask."

"Sorry Dad" I said. "I guess I need to get to work."

"Yes you do. But drink my piss first."

And he pulled out his cock and drained himself in my gut.

I was really starting to like drinking piss. It wasn't the taste. That
didn't do much for me. There was something about letting my Dad or
Craig piss in my mouth that just felt fulfilling. Dad was just
finishing up and when he took his cock out, I said "Thank you Dad."

I had no idea where that came from. I thanked my Dad for his piss.
What the hell was up with that? Thankful for piss? Thankful for it in
my mouth? Apparently I was. It was then I realized my dick was hard.
Really hard. Dad noticed it as I was still only wearing a jockstrap.

"No jacking. You can no longer cum without permission."

Dad sounded like he was talking to a little kid instead of a
twenty-three year old man.

That's what I was a man. I was a man.

I could have sworn I heard Craig laughing when I thought it.

We've got more planned for these three before this eventually wraps
up. Let me know what you think Dylan wants to learn--although I have
some things in mind already. Reader comments are always welcome, if
only to tell me you liked the story or if a character resonated with
you--email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. Thanks for reading