Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2020 12:08:12 -0700 From: Derrick Sanders Subject: My Boy's Boy-Part III Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://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. 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. Derrick My Boy's Boy Part III Dylan's view Craig didn't even care if I watched him piss. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his crotch. All I could see was a strong stream of piss coming from his crotch. I didn't want to stare, but a small part of me wanted to see his cock and how big it had to be to make Dad moan so much. But I couldn't look very long or Craig would make eye contact with me. He fucking left the buttons of his pajamas unbuttoned after he took a piss and there was his cock hanging out. I glanced down and got a look. It was hairy and roughly the size of mine. After the noise my Dad made last night I figured Craig was huge...I guess it really was how it was used that mattered. And I could swear that Craig did a slight thrust of his hips as my eyes glanced at his dick. Fuck! Did he realize I was looking? And that cum I had last night? I thought it was all some sort of dream and that it never really happened. I had almost convinced myself that some deep sleep caused me to imagine my dad getting his ass reamed by Craig. And then I picked up the sock to put it in the dirty clothes pile on the floor. It reeked of cum. Fuck it was still damp when I held it up to my nose to smell it. I inhaled deeply just to make certain. Dylan was too involved in his memory of the night before and the smell of his cummy sock to realize that his own cock was chubbing up as he stood in his room getting a good dose of the aroma. Craig's view There wasn't time to fuck Kevin this morning. There were online presentations to give to earn the money to pay for all the damn equipment I had to purchase and that Dylan had set up. I went to the bedroom where Kevin lay sleeping, threw on a dress shirt and tie for my upper half and a black leather jockstrap with a zippered pouch for my bottom half. Zoom meetings and the like were always from the chest up and I liked to be able to spread my bare legs on my chair. The jockstrap would keep my cock relatively under control. After all, I was working. As I went to the kitchen to grab caffeine and a snack bar for breakfast, I couldn't stop thinking about Dylan. He had to hear us and the young stud probably got aroused at the thought of fucking going on in the room next to him. I was damn sure I heard him moaning at the same time I was. Hell, he's probably a cockwhore just like his Dad is. Or at least he will be. I needed to stop thinking of how tight his ass probably is. There was work to do. Fucking doesn't pay the bills. Kevin's view Daddy must have work up before I did. I knew he had to work in the morning and sometimes he would let me sleep in and just get up and get to it. He was a hard worker and I was lucky to have a Daddy like him who provided for me and fucked the hell out of me when he wanted to which was more than often enough for me. I missed having his cock in me this morning, but Daddy knew what was best and I would be certain to get it more than once before the day was over. I got up, showered, cleaned up in the house and grabbed something to eat. Then there was a text from Daddy. He would text me sometimes when he was working if he needed something. It was rarely a request when Daddy sent me a text. It was an order. And this morning he needed a blow job. Dylan's view I got dressed and went into the kitchen where Dad offered me some breakfast but warned me that "around here breakfast is usually self-serve. Craig's not a big fan of big breakfasts so we just have snack bars, some fruit, or a little cereal. Take your pick." I grabbed an orange and a couple of kiwi and went back to my room to eat and grab a quick shower. I felt really dirty after that wet dream that was reality cum last night so I washed myself as good as possible. I felt like cum had dripped down my balls and to my asshole last night so I washed myself down there really good. I just wanted all evidence of the whole thing gone and not one drop of cum on my nuts or my ass. Craig's an aggressive fuck, but that's not my problem. My Dad loves him and he's the best boyfriend my Dad's ever had--no wonder Dad does whatever Craig wants and always defers to Craig. It's weird, Craig's never mean to my Dad and I don't get the impression that he ever is, but damn if Dad doesn't worship the ground Craig walks on and jumps whenever Craig asks. Walking in a towel I head back to my bedroom and I realize that Craig's giving a presentation in the office I just equipped. I can hear him talking about something or other using five-dollar words. He's in full-on "I'm an authority on this topic" mode, but apparently it works as it pays the bills. I decide to peak in to see how it's going. He'll have headphones and a mic and no one will hear me if I just pop my head in. He said he often leaves the door open. That's when I see my Dad and Craig and I start to turn away and then I realize they can't see me. No wonder Craig's voice sounds animated. My Dad is on his knees with Craig's hard cock in his mouth. And my Dad is blindfolded with a hood over his head that has a hole for his mouth. He is on his knees sucking Craig's cock. Craig has his back to me and Dad is blindfolded. I can't really see too much, but I know what my Dad is doing from his position on the floor. My cock starts to chub ever so slightly. I hear Craig end his Zoom meeting, telling his attendees to "check out the website for more information" as he signs off, but Dad does not get up and Craig doesn't really move too much either. Then my phone buzzes. It is a text from Craig. "I know you are watching us Dylan. Your Dad can't see you. Come over and watch your Dad suck his Daddy's cock." Fuck he knows I'm standing here! There must be a camera aimed towards the door that I'm unaware of. I don't say a word or move. Craig's madly typing away. He must be answering emails or doing something about the presentation he just gave. My phone beeps. "That was an order Dylan. Watch. Your. Dad. Suck. My. Cock." I walk over to get a better view. Craig's not taking no for an answer. I don't say a word. Craig doesn't say a word. I can see my Dad work on the tip of Craig's thick hard meat, teasing it with his tongue and then he takes it all in his mouth and apparently does something with his tongue as Craig moans. Dad is virtually fucking Craig's cock with his mouth. Craig is focused on his work. I see my Dad bob his head up and down on Craig's cock. He pulls his mouth of the slick erect dong and starts to jack it with his hand while his mouth is at the very tip. My phone vibrates. "Your. Dad. Is. A. Fucking. Whore." My twenty-three year old cock is so hard. It hurts. The fabric is rough against the tip of my prick. My phone vibrates. "Let the towel drop." I hesitate. I don't want Craig to see how aroused I am at the site of him being serviced. I realize I'm not staring at my Dad sucking so much as I am staring at Craig's stiff twitching cock. The phone vibrates. "Let the towel drop or I tell your Dad you are here." I drop the towel. My hard cock exposed. It is leaking. Craig looks at it and smirks. Dad starts sucking Craig harder. He must be trying really hard to make Craig cum. The phone vibrates. "Turn around." I do. It's no use trying to deny Craig. I hear him moan. I hear my Dad slurping harder and harder. I hear Craig moan louder. He must be close to cumming. The phone vibrates. "That ass is sooooooooooo...fine. It's mine." Craig's view Kevin's sucked my cock so many times and while he is so good at servicing my meat, I can hold off for sometime when he's blowing me. I love it as it lets me enjoy his sloppy blow job and build up a nice big load for my submissive sub to swallow. But when Dylan turned and showed me that hot ass of his it was too much. There was no holding off when looking at it and the moment I saw it, it triggered me to shoot one of the biggest loads with the hardest cock contractions I had in quite some time. Kevin gagged and probably wondered what brought about my hot big cum load so quickly. It was a hot ass. His son's ass. And it was going to be mine. 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