Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2020 18:49:51 -0700 From: Derrick Sanders Subject: My Boy's Boy part 5 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. It may soften your prick to think of it, but some things are better left in the land of fantasy. Derrick Kevin's View Daddy texted me that he was ready to fuck me on cam and wanted me blindfolded. I was a little nervous because Dylan was staying with us, but between the coffee run and his actual running in the park, he'd be gone for a while. Daddy liked to fuck and fuck and fuck, but daytime fucks when he had to work were never overly long. Daddy said fucking helped him focus afterwards. I think he just liked to fuck and that was fine with me. Daddy was in the room, dress shirt, tie and jockstrap. I put my blindfold on and Daddy said to hold on until he got the camera, video feed, and chat windows up. I was eager for Daddy's cock. I knew that during these shorter sessions there would be no blow job and that Daddy's cock would only be using my hole the entire time. My eager hole was twitching when I put the hood on. I knew what was cumming in my hole before Daddy was done. Daddy had never put his cock in my hole without cumming before he stopped fucking. "Ok boy" Daddy said. I knew it would be a few minutes before Daddy fucked me. He had a couple of tops he liked to chat with sometimes while he fucked me. Not random people on the cam site we used, but guys he had known for a while. "I don't need random tops telling me how to fuck." Daddy said. He'd sometimes get suggestions from his friends, but that was it. He turned off the instant messaging on the site we used to cam. Let them watch and email me if they want. But Daddies top friends gave him enough ideas to use while fucking me. I knew Daddy would turn the cam on and then strip off his tie and his shirt. He would pull the jock off to one side before he fucked. I had seen him do it enough times to know what he was doing. But no matter how many times I felt that meat enter my hole, I was always eager and ready for him to enter me. I heard Daddy spit on my hole and wondered if he would finger me first and warm me up for the fucking. Not today. I felt the tip of his prick and immediately it sunk into me as deeply as Daddy could go. Daddy must have been really horny as he usually teased me first. He only plowed deep from the get go when he was really horny. That usually happened if he had been texting his other top friends first and he'd always tell me when he had been texting them. It turned me on to know that Daddy's friends were talking to him about me. Something today had Daddy really really turned on. His prick was sooo hard in my hole as it rubbed the walls of my slut hole. I swear he was leaking more than usual and I could feel it. He told me to take a hit of the poppers and he started fucking me in overdrive. All the way out an all the way in over and over. He called me his "whorebitch" and told me I was his slut. I loved it. His breathing got heavier and heavier. I could tell he was getting really worked up. Maybe there were more guys than usual watching us on cam. Daddy always got off knowing others were watching him fuck me even though he didn't really want to chat with them individually. I wondered how many men were watching this Daddy take my fag hole. He told me to huff poppers and I could swear he fucked me harder than he ever had before. His breathing was deeper. His cock seemed even harder and it felt like it was twitching inside me without shooting his cum. He told me to take another hit of poppers. I was so fucking horny for Daddy's cock. Then he told me to take off the hood and told me I was his bitch. Then I realized Dylan was watching me. My real life son was watching me have sex. But this was not some quick peak he got of me some night in the dark while going to the bathroom. This was not my son watching me dick someone. This was my son watching me get fucked. And not a quickie either. But a hard, deep dicking, ass plowing fucking and I was the one getting fucked. Dylan would never think of me the same way again. He knew I was gay, but he never thought I was a moaning, "shove it in me harder" bottom who couldn't get enough. And now he was here in the same room as me, watching me get fucked. He was seeing Craig aggressively fuck me and use my hole to please his dick. This is why Daddy was so hard, so eager, so loud, and so aggressive. He had set this up for Dylan to see me get fucked. This was no accident. Daddy had planned it all. This aroused the hell out of him. Any other guy would have stopped fucking me when Dylan saw us or would have nutted immediately due to the excitement and arousal. But not Daddy. Seeing Dylan watching us just made him go on fucking me all the more. Part of me wanted to stop, get up, and go to the bedroom and have it be over. But I knew that I loved my Daddy so much and Daddy was aroused by this and that I needed to serve my Daddy because he had been so good to me. I needed to show Daddy how much I loved him now that Dylan was watching me. And so I squeezed my ass on his cock as hard as I could. My job was to please that cock. I moaned, grunted, and squeezed my anal walls like I never had before and I took another hit of poppers. I focused on two things: pleasing Daddy's cock and letting him know how much I enjoyed his cock. I looked at Dylan to see the look on his face, but it was hard to read him. His cock was hard and I thought of sucking it, but needed to focus on Daddy's cock. Daddy kept ramming me. He was so hard it felt like velvet covered steel in my ass, or as he called it, my boy pussy. I would talk to Dylan later. Now my job was Daddy and pleasing the cock between his legs. Dylan just stood there without saying a word while Daddy told him what a bitch I was for his cock. Daddy told Dylan I was his pigbitch, called me other nasty names and started to fuck me harder. He would pull all the way out and enter me just for effect. It made me feel like such a slut for my son to see me this way. For my son to know that I didn't just have sex with my man, but that my man was aggressive, assertive and called me all sorts of nasty names while he fucked me like a backalley whore. Daddy was fucking me like he hadn't cum in weeks. Daddy just treated me like a hole to get him off. And the thought made me back up on Daddy's cock more and squeeze it with my hole. I was eager for Daddy's nut and Dylan was taking it all in. Dylan's View I was going to get back sooner than I thought and Craig wanted me to peek in and see him using the equipment. I had no idea what I was going to see. I looked past the door and saw my own Dad on his hands and knees taking Craig's cock in his ass. He texted me that I had to stay and watch them fuck. It was like I had no choice because of what Craig said, but the truth was that I could not turn away. There was something about the cock and the butt in the act of sex that turned me on so much. At first I thought it was the thought of that cock being my cock entering a hole that had me so aroused. Then I realized it wasn't the cock that I wanted to be mine--it was the ass. I wanted that ass to be mine getting fucked. And I watched Craig's thick meat enter my Dad's hole. It was hot, but with the hood on it was almost like it wasn't my Dad. It was just Craig getting off in a hole. A greedy whore hole. And when my dad took the mask there was no denying that it was him serving Craig's manhood. He was so aroused that I heard him say to Craig: "Fuck me Daddy. Give me that cock. Fuck this pigbitch with your manmeat. I need your cock Daddy and I need your cum. Fuck me like you love me Daddy--like the whore I am and the slut I want to be for you. I NEED YOUR COCK DADDY IN ME ALL THE TIME. Fuck me hard. I am your bitch Daddy." Craig fucked Daddy. It looked brutal and I kept wondering how Dad took it. Did that cock hurt when it went in Dad's butt? It couldn't have because Dad was clearly loving Craig fucking him and fucking him hard. If I didn't know better I would have sworn Craig was an 18-year old athlete fucking a hot piece of ass instead of a fifty-year old Daddy reaming a manass with his prick. Craig was close to getting his nut. He growled, grunted, swore like a sailor, and began thrusting faster. My Dad was begging Craig to cum in his hole, to give him his nut, to breed his ass, to put his babies in his hole, etc. I never knew there were so many ways to beg a cock to shoot, but Dad was saying them all. Finally I saw Craig arch his back and I knew he had gotten his nut. His chest and back were so sweaty and so was his ass, but it was his soft, slick cock that I wanted to see as it popped out of Dad's hole. My cock was hard as hell, but when I saw Craig's hard slick manhood leave my Dad's well-used manpussy (as he called it), it was not my cock that twitched. It was my asshole. My own asshole twitched when I saw Craig's cock. I wasn't thinking about how Craig's cock felt as it left Dad's hole. I was wondering how Dad's ass felt. Why the hell was I thinking about how Dad's ass felt? And then I saw the cum oozing out of Dad's ass. Shit! And how did it feel having cum leak out of you there?!?! I couldn't take my eyes off Dad's hole. I realized I was staring...at Dad's hole and not at Craig's cock. What the hell was wrong with me? Craig stood there smiled at me and picked up his phone. I figured he was taking a picture. My phone buzzed. "You liked that didn't you boy? Made your hole twitch didn't it? Looked at your cock as I pulled out. A top's cock would have twitched. Didn't see yours do that." What the hell was Craig saying? What did that mean? My phone buzzed. "It means you're a bottom. Ask your Dad what that means." I knew what the fuck it meant. Craig's View Dylan enjoyed watching me fuck his Dad. It was so obvious. He was so hard and he could not take his eyes off of us the entire time. It was as if he was hypnotized watching us fuck. I should have texted him to stroke his cock while he watched, but I didn't want him shooting his load. Kevin cleaned off my cock after I dumped my cum in his ass. Dylan returned to his room after our text exchange. He probably needed a nap. Kevin needed one as well after I fucked him. As for me, there were a few emails I needed to answer. The fucking had taken the edge off me and I could concentrate. I popped a few Viagra in my hand, swallowed them and got to work. Most of the emails were work-related, but there were a few from other tops with whom I liked to communicate. We bounced ideas off each other for how to treat our submissive boys, kinky things we needed or wanted to explore, and worked out times for group sessions. I had been letting the guys know about Dylan and one of my buds was dying for an update so I typed out a quick missive to him. I was hoping for any kinky suggestions they might have, but unfortunately I was on my own this time and left to whatever I could come up with. I told Kevin to talk to Dylan as I figured the discussion about this would be better between them--after all they were actually father and son and they were both bottoms. Dylan didn't know it yet, but he was. He definitely was. When he came hands-free hearing us fuck I was pretty certain. But the way he stood there when I fucked, it became clear. Answering emails took longer than I thought and before it, a few hours had passed me by. The Viagra had kicked in. Answering my buds about Dylan had chubbed me up. Actually it had more than chubbed me up. It had made me rock hard. Fuck I was going to need a long fuck session to rub this cumload out. But I was going to have to wait. Dylan's door was ajar and I took a look inside. Kevin and Dylan may have originally been talking, but now they were making out in Dylan's bed. Kevin was on top of Dylan and they were passionately engaged. Kevin had his jockstrap on. I had made it clear to him that was not to come off unless I directed him to do so. Dylan? It turned out he was wearing a jockstrap too. They were making out and, to be honest, it was hot as hell to watch them. My cock was hard. My cock was swollen, stiff, and eager to be inside something. And there was Dylan's hole bouncing up and down as he and his Dad made out. My cock ached to be freed from my jockstrap, but I knew I had to wait at least a little bit longer--because there was something Kevin was going to do to his son for me. Dad and son were rubbing their cocks together as they made out and I saw Kevin move down Dylan's body kissing him the whole time. My cock lurched in my jock as I saw Kevin spread Dylan's legs and gently blow on his tight rosebud. Before long Kevin's tongue had touched Dylan's hole. I could hear Dylan moan as his father started to tongue his ass. He then told Dylan to roll over onto his stomach. Dylan quickly complied and his Dad continued his tongue's assault on the twenty-three year old's tight hole. Kevin's face was buried in Dylan's ass. I watched and my cock twitched and twitched. I could hear Kevin slurping at Dylan's hole. He literally was munching on it while the kid moaned. I could hear him ask his Dad to keep it up. Then I heard Dylan say "Eat my hole Dad. Oh Dad. That feels so good. Please Dad. Oh Fuck." That what it was time for and I walked in the room. I took off my jockstrap and walked towards the bed. Dylan was moaning as his Dad ate his virgin ass and probed that hole with his tongue. I put my hand on Kevin's shoulder as he continued his assault on Dylan's hole. Kevin knew what I was there for and backed away from Dylan's hole that was drenched in his Dad's spit from his tonguefucking. Dylan moaned when his Dad stopped. I spit on my cock several times until my mouth was totally dry. Kevin left Dylan's ass and moved up to continue kissing him as they lay side by side. He told Dylan to get on top of him so that they could continue making out. I saw Kevin put his arms around Dylan in an embrace. It was a bear hug. I got on the bed. My cock harder than it had been in years. I could not take my eyes off Dylan's ass--his spit lubed ass. Craig embraced Dylan firmly while they kissed and I finally said "Daddy's here to play too." I walked to the edge of the bed and said "One of you need to get my cock wet because it needs some lube for the trip I have planned for it." Kevin moved to where he could suck my hard on. "Slobber on it bitch. You know how it feels to have a dry fuck. You don't want me to fuck with my cock dry to you?" He slobbered all over it. Kevin could give a wet sloppy blow job and was damn good at it. I could swear as he worked my cock with his mouth that he was getting more spit on it. That's because he knew where it was going and it was not his hole. Dylan thought his Dad was getting the fucking my cock was eager to give. Poor boy. He would soon find out. Kevin continued kissing Dylan as I maneuvered myself on the bed. My Daddy dick was twitching. It was eager to get the pleasures that a mouth can't always give. I put the tip of my cock at Dylan's hole--I could feel his Dad's spit on it. He shuddered. I could feel it. His Dad told him it would be ok as Dylan said "what the fuck Craig?" I said "You need to call me Daddy and you need this. I know it and you do too." I found the opening. Oh it felt so good on the tip of my aching cock. Kevin's spit had been on my dick many times but now it was lube I could use to fuck his son's hole. Dylan moved just a little but gave me no resistance. He wanted it. He needed it. "I've never had anything back there...this is going to hurt like hell. I don't think I want this." Kevin told him "You need to do this for Daddy and for me" and then kissed him. "Boy it's going to feel so good. You are going to love this." And then it happened. Dylan reached back, grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me. Just don't make it hurt." In one brutal shove I went balls deep in Dylan. He moaned and cried out into his Dads' face. He was so tight and just a little drier than I like. But his ass was so good for my cock. His Dad told him it would be ok and that Dylan needed to take my cock just like he did. I could swear he was crying due to the pain of my penetration. Taking Dylan's anal cherry was going to be so damn much fun. He cried out in pain and Kevin told him that it would be ok and kissed him. At this point, I didn't care what those two faggots did. And Dylan certainly was just as much one as his Dad. I pulled out until my cockhead was at his hole and I rammed it in him again. He was crying but made no attempt to tell me to stop or push my cock away. His hole wanted it. He was never going to forget the first time he got fucked in the ass. My bare cock had not had a tight virgin ass in some time and it was almost more than I could take. Kevin had gotten Dylan's hole just as wet as I like it, but the first time is always a challenge and the fuck was a little dry on my bare cock. But to be honest I liked it better that way--the additional friction on my cock was turning me on and I knew that Dylan could feel it more as well. He kept telling his Dad that it hurt, but I noticed that he never once tried to push me off or out of him. He wanted it. He needed it. His Dad kept consoling him and bearhugging him as Dylan got the first mancock of his life in his ass. The two of them were making out whenever Kevin wasn't comforting Kevin. Father and son making out while the son got dicked. It was hotter than I ever dreamed. Dylan kept saying "oh fuck" every time I moved in his ass and that meant he was saying "oh fuck" quite a bit. His Dad kept telling him to take my cock for him. Kevin can think that all he wants. It was clear to me that Dylan was taking that cock for himself. I took it slowly at first, not to make it easy on Dylan but because I wanted to savor the feeling of being the first cock to be buried balls deep in that ass. There's no feeling like that. If it was easier on Dylan, well lucky him. But this fucking was about me and that sweet tight hole felt so damn good. After a few minutes of my fucking him his ass started making lube of it's own and he was squeezing himself on my thick meat. It was time to take it up a notch. That was when I started piledriving him. And with that faster fucking, my arousal level started to rise. "Take my cock you fucking slut. You've wanted it since you saw me at that restaurant when I met your dad. I saw you staring at my cock when we were in the men's room. Eyeing your Dad's boyfriend's cock. Little faggot. Just like your Dad taking cock in that hot hole." I was ramming, pulling over half the way out each time and ramming back in as hard as I wanted. This was about me getting my nut in his hole. The head of my prick needed some attention so I started pulling all the way out and ramming it in. That tight lubed hole felt so good on the tip of my prick each time I entered. I love the feeling. Completely love it. But I always have to watch myself when I fuck by pulling all the way out only to ram it in. The top has to make certain he hits that hole right on target each time. "Manwhore" as I entered him. "Grab that cock and hold it in" as I pulled out. My balls were tight. They wanted to nut. Father and son were making out while the son got in his ass what he needed. Dylan got told to "take it...just please him with your hole." And he was. My cock was pleased. Too pleased because I quit pulling all the way out and kept up the assault leaving my cock in his hole the entire time. I was trying to hit his prostate when I could, but to be honest I just wanted him to get a good hard fucking. Later I could make him a screaming whining bitch while I nailed his little fag spot in his ass. I was getting closed and changed the angle so I could make it feel just a little better on my cock. Apparently that's when I hit Dylan's prostate. The fucking bitch started moaning and whining like a fucking girl almost. I kept shoving and fucking hitting that same spot with every thrust. My cock felt like a molten rod probing that virgin hole repeatedly. And then I crossed that line. I wasn't me any more. All I was was a cock fucking. All I could feel was Dylan's ass grabbing my cock as I worked that pole of meat in and out of him. I wasn't thinking of what I was doing. At that moment I was in the fuck zone and my brain was in my cock and it was fucking hell out of Dylan's ass. Then I heard myself grunting, groaning, and moaning. That guttural sound from deep in my chest when my cock is reaching that point of no return. "FUCKING TAKE IT WHORE. FUCKING TAKE IT BITCH. TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD FROM MY STEEL ROD. YOU ARE GOING TO GET BRED JUST LIKE I BREED YOUR DAD." Dylan was whimpering, crying and moaning all at the same time. He and Kevin were making out and rubbing their fag cocks against each other underneath me. I could hear Kevin make those squeals he makes when I fuck him and he is going to cum. I rammed it in so far I felt my balls rub his hole. And then I felt his ass quiver on my cock. While I was barely thinking with my brain, my cock knew what was happening. Dylan was cumming and his ass was an even tighter vice around my cock. FUCK FUCK I moaned. Kevin was cumming too...the excitement was more than these two manwhores could take. The fact that I had made them both cum from my aggressive masculine fucking was more than my cock could take. I erupted in Dylan's hole. My breathing was so hard. My chest was heaving as I threw myself on Dylan as my cock shot the last of my cum in Dylan's hole. I was spent. I didn't know when I had been so satisfied from a fuck. And Dylan? He knew he had been fucked. Fucked by his Dad's boyfriend while he and his own Dad made out and creamed their jockstraps like two fags. He wouldn't forget his first time. And I wouldn't either. I love to hear from readers who enjoy the story--it's the only pay we get. Let me know if you want Dylan to learn more of what his Dad and Craig can teach him.