Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2016 22:37:54 +0000 (UTC) From: kevin Donovan Subject: "Ruined," Chapter Three, gay male incest RUINED By Kevin Donovan This is a gay, erotic fiction. It includes graphic accounts of sex between fictional consenting males who are of legal age to have sex with one another where they fictionally live. If you don't want to read that, don't. If you are too young to read it, don't. You know very well this is just a fantasy that could not and should not take place in real life, so don't try it. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute. Please remember to send a contribution to Nifty. Comments are welcome at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com CHAPTER THREE Carlos and I awoke next morning in a tangle of naked limbs and sheets. There was rapping on the outer suite door. He got up and groggily opened the door, naked and with full hard-on, to admit Manuel, a waiter in his thirties, bearing a breakfast tray. "Your dad says to stop fucking now and get up. You have to get other exercise, too, besides waggling your hips, he says. He ordered breakfast for both of you." It was oatmeal, with milk and juice. "No coffee? No bacon and eggs? What is this?" "He also said he wants an inch off your waist by your birthday. And another the next month. Twenty-eight inches, that's all." "Twenty-eight? He'll starve me!" "He'll also make you look younger and cuter, Sex-hound. Your dick will look bigger, too. Do plenty of crunches, he says." There was only oatmeal for me, too. I didn't ask what message Roberto had sent for me, but Jorge filled me in anyway. "For you, Joey, same thing, but just the one inch. You look young, cute, and hung already." Carlos threw me a mock-hostile glance. "Suck my dick," he growled. "After," I said, smiling. What we did after, though, was to drop by the men's suite next door to see who was on duty. It was Dad, along with a college guy named Pete. I had met Pete maybe once. He was about 5'8", 155 pounds, and blond, very pixie-ish looking. I thought he looked younger than Carlos, and maybe younger than me. He and Dad were having lunch salads and talking about some of their johns. Pete had a store of tales already, though he had only been working a year, and he reeled them off with humor and absolute lack of modesty. He was regaling Dad about how he and Dad's predecessor, Henry, had tried to double-penetrate an older queen for their first time. Luckily, the client had a sense of fun, too, and they all wound up in a pile on the floor together. "We'd better practice this, guys," Carlos said. "That's another new thing we don't have experience with." "You could try taking both Jack and Joey, Carlos," laughed Pete. "I'd like to see that." "I was thinking of you taking me and Joey," countered Carlos. "Sure, I'm ready Dude. Bring it on. But seriously, guys, you need to do a lot of single penetrations first, before you move on to that. Didn't you just start yesterday? I don't think you're as ready as you may think for that kind of a stretch. It hurts like a mother-fucker. Doesn't it, Jack?" The phone rang, and Dad picked it up. We heard him making a date for Pete to go upstairs in half an hour. Pete went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. "Well, does it?" I asked Dad. "Does it what?" I could tell he knew already. "Hurt like a mother-fucker. A DP." Dad blushed. He was not used to having this kind of conversation with his high-schooler son. "Oh. Well, yes, it does. Unless, of course, you and your partner are both doing the penetrating, and that is probably more likely." "And when did you do one?" I wanted to know. "Night before last. Two burly stockbrokers. I was the penetratee. And no, I had not practiced. Fortunately, neither of them was over four inches around, but still, it hurt like very hell. I had to fight not to let on. The thing is, they wanted it to hurt me. They got off on thinking it did--therefore, I was determined to take it like a man, and I did. Not something I'd want to repeat soon." "Maybe you could help me and Carlos with it, then, so we'll be ready." "You mean you'd let me?" "It's the job, Dad. Carlos' dad coached us yesterday. No big deal." "Yes, he told me you both did great. But really. Honestly. How was it?" I grinned. "I think we have another new hobby, Dad, Carlos and I." "Speak for yourself, there, Mr. Big. Jack, it hurt like fuck. At first. Later, I decided it was OK." "It was more than OK, the way you were carrying on. And I did you twice more." "Yeah, once you've been reamed, and lived, you might as well enjoy it." "Carlos had some difficulty with the family equipment, Dad. You and Will had to do one another, I hear, at the audition. That is so hot. How did you handle such a big unit as his that first time? Were you a wuss like Carlos was over mine?" "I remember it hurting at first. I think I stood up to it pretty well. Best I remember. It was a long time ago." He flicked his eyebrows at us. "Fuck, Dad, you did Will when you were kids? Damn. And since then?" "Off and on." "So the other day, it was just the first time with someone watching." "I didn't say that." "Fuck! You are full of surprises! Who knew I had such a pervert for a dad? Who used to watch you?" "Well, Joey, Duh! You know we had Mike around most of the time. He wasn't exactly just watching, he was waiting his turn." "Was Mike your boyfriend even then?" "Um. No, he was Will's boyfriend. And mine." "Shit! TMI! I can hardly believe this shit. Carlos, we've got some work to do catching up to these pervs. Let's go to the pool at my place to swim and lift. And fuck." Carlos hopped up like his pants were on fire. "Fuck, let's go, then. Jack, tell Dad I won't be back--for a while. I'll call later." Carlos pulled in at Publix to pick up fresh salad greens, tomatoes, and a few salmon filets to grill for dinner. "I can't believe my dad thinks I'm a lard ass," he lamented. "You are definitely not a lard ass, Dude. But we can't be regular guys anymore. We have to be extraordinary." The next two weeks were like a honeymoon for Carlos and me. We were deeply in love-- not so much with one another as with one another's bodies, with sex with one another. Carlos was a lusty, tender lover, and he tried to keep his dick in my ass as much as he could, which was a lot. I got plenty of cock-sucking practice, too. From his side, Carlos would always prefer the top role. He was active in sex rather than passive. That suited me fine. Even so, he spread his pretty legs for me regularly, and sometimes he even asked me to fuck him. He took my big dick without complaint, once I had opened him up that first time. He remained wonderfully tight-assed. I loved eating him out, and that was probably his favorite activity, after the act of top-fucking itself. Dad, Will, and even Roberto came through the house from time to time, though mostly, they were at the hotel. It got to be funny that every time one of them arrived, he found us copulating in some manner or other, either in the family room, the bedroom, or at poolside, where we spent a good deal of our time, exercising or having sex. Both our bodies took on a rich, golden tan, to the best of our skin type's ability, evenly all over. On Sundays, we were all at the house, though one of the guys would be on call. Sometimes, someone wanted a Sunday afternoon roll in the hay, especially is the weather was wet. Dad grilled steaks and vegetables, and Will made a killer salad, because they were both trying to keep slim. too. I never remembered seeing either of them looking better, even though I could still picture Will as he had looked at my age, and Dad not far from that. If those two were a foretaste of me at their age, I did not dread my thirties at all. The second Sunday, Roberto came in with a handsome red-headed man, each toting a massage table. The red-head was 5' 11", 165, barefoot, in tennis shorts only. He had a buzz cut, a buzz beard, and an eagle-wing tattoo across his shoulders. His happy trail was tattooed on, descending in flourishes into his shorts. It was less than a week before Carlos' eighteenth birthday, and we were well aware that our private party was almost over. "That looks like fun," said Carlos, raising his face up from my crotch to speak. The stranger smiled broadly, showing pearly teeth, his eyes fastened upon my rampant, saliva-wet cock, and said, "Yes. Yes, it does!" Roberto chuckled. "What did I tell you, Ian? You should pay me for the opportunity to touch these bodies." Then, to us, "Massage workshop today, boys. You aren't going in for real therapy skills, but you have to know your way around the skin and musculature. We'll focus on giving pleasure. And happy endings." Dad came in and said, "Let's put those out on the pool deck. There's shade under the arbor, and it isn't too warm out today." The men passed on through to the back door, while Carlos completed my blow job and swallowed his creamy reward, over which he made a wry face. Then, we got up and went outside to see what was up. Ian had shucked out of his shorts, and he stood naked on the concrete decking. He'd sent Will into Dad's study to retrieve a couple of rugs to pad the area around the massage tables. Roberto had returned to the car to get a bag containing supplies. And Ian called out, "OK, we need one volunteer for an opening demo. Who's ready for a massage?" Every hand popped up, but he said that straight to me, and he was looking straight at me. To me, he then said, "OK, Joey, you go rinse the cum and spit off, and be our first candidate." When I returned from the pool-side outdoor shower, the rugs were down, the tables unfolded, and the supplies were being placed on a small table. Ian spread a sheet over the first table, and patted it for me to hop up onto it. "On your back, Handsome," he said. I lay in massage position, and Ian began to talk to the others about how we were going to be doing erotic massage or rubdown, not Shiatsu or Swedish. He was going to leave us materials to learn on the skeletal system and muscle groups, but we shouldn't think of ourselves as masseurs, but as pleasure-givers. He began to work on my scalp and face, then my neck. He turned that over to Will, and he moved down to my feet and began to manipulate. That felt fantastic, and Will was no slouch on the head section, either. Ian called Will down to my feet, and Carlos tended my scalp and face, while Ian demonstrated massaging the shoulder section. Then, he rotated everybody down a stage, putting Dad on my head, while he did my legs. Finally, he moved everyone down one more time, Roberto took over the head, and Ian himself began to fondle my scrotum, fingering my perineum, tickling my ass, and stroking up my hard dick. Just before Vesuvius erupted, he stopped us all, rolled me onto my erection, and put everyone to working on my backside, where many more muscles and nerve endings were located. I was totally blissed out. I felt the weight of Ian climbing up between my feet, and very soon, I felt him also settling down at my butt. His tongue lapped at my asshole warmly and wetly. He began teasing at my hole next with some kind of rubbery object--I found later, a butt plug. It entered me, wiggled around, came in and out, and finally settled inside for a moment. Then, it withdrew. Other hands massaged my buttocks to excellent effect, and still others, my lower back. There were more on my shoulders, and more on my feet and lower legs. Something else went into my hole, a prostate stimulator, and man, did it do a number on my butt nut! Ian manipulated the gadget skillfully, and just moments later, my nuts let loose with another large ejaculation into the sheet, with me hollering like a stuck pig. I had one of my best orgasms ever, and full, multi-spurt sheet-drencher. My cries were frommecstasy. The group did not stop instantly, but let me down gently. Then Ian lifted me off the table, directed Will onto it, (he crawled on eagerly!) and we began to work his body in the same way. The exception was that this time, Carlos was the lead masseur, and Ian brought up the rear. I was working Will's shoulders at the time of his eruption. It was a treat to examine and study his hot, manly stud body, as all of us pleasured it. His erection seemed to strain its boundaries throughout the process. Carlos was the one who pressed Will's prostate with the Prostate Pleaser and brought him off in the last stage. Will screamed just as I had done when he hosed the wet sheet with his salty seed. Carlos smiled at me. He was into this. Time to change that sheet! Carlos got the treatment next. All of us worked his body into a lump of young stud dough, with a very firm, but cream-filled center. My dad got the honor of finishing off my friend, from the back side! That was so hot to watch that I almost forgot to massage Carlos' feet while he did it. I also got the treat of examining my dad's whole rear assembly, with his low-hanging balls dangling and his asshole winking, while he knelt between the two handsome feet I was massaging to please my lover's prostate. I wanted to reach up and pull on those balls so badly! I concentrated on Carlos' feet, though, and he squirmed in ecstasy, ending in a very happy, lusty shout as he emptied his nuts. Next aboard was Roberto, and he got raised up and sucked off by Uncle Will, who exhibited a hitherto unknown (to me) oral talent. He deep-throated our boss almost the whole time, using his tongue and throat to massage the member. Roberto bucked his hips and swore, almost unable to bear the incredible feeling. I was right there in the thick of it, massaging his thighs and calves, while Will worked his magic. When Will raised up, with a mouthful of spunk, he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, sharing some of his treat. It was sweet and smooth-tasting. That was the first time my Uncle Will had kissed me like that, and I loved it. He was an accomplished kisser to say the least, and I resolved right then that the two of us needed to have some quality time making out, so that I could pick up some pointers. Kissing is not highly valued in the prostitution field, but I sure wanted to be as expert at it as Will, for other purposes. Finally, Dad took the table. None of us were tired. We gave him the same sensual attentions that everyone else had received, maybe even more lingeringly. But here's the wild card: it fell to me to finish my dad off, inserting the tool to massage his prostate, and then, in imitation of Will?s technique, rooting around underneath his midsection to get my mouth around his dick head. I let him fuck my face to completion, which took maybe four strokes. Sure, we had jacked off together for years, and he had tasted my dick-head that one time. But this was way different, and in view of all these other hot men. I gave Dad my best blow-job ever, managing to swallow his big unit deeper than I'd ever thought I could go. It was far and away the biggest I had sucked, much thicker as well as longer than Carlos'. I knew what Dad's semen tasted like, but when I felt it blasting into my throat, I got the biggest load of it ever, by far, and I savored every drop of it. But Carlos was right beside me as I raised up from receiving the load, smiling shyly. I leaned over and shared with him. Mr. Sperm-averse eagerly received the offering from my full, wet mouth. I felt another wet mouth on my ass. It was Ian, moving things to the next stage. He had been brought in by Roberto as a sensual massage instructor. Having completed that assignment, the remainder of the afternoon was a freebee--he worked my ass like a lamprey eel, for the pure joy of it. We let him finish (yes!), but then we put Ian on the table and pleasured his body, too. He didn't get sucked off at the end, though. Will slipped a condom onto Ian's sleek seven-incher and climbed aboard to impale himself on it. He gave Ian a lap-dance to remember, with the rest of us watching and taking mental notes. I was thrilled and proud of how sexy my favorite uncle really could be, the one so many people said I looked just like, as he ground his ass into Ian's receptive crotch. It was pretty obvious when Ian came--he screamed, his face turned very red, his eyes rolled back, and he bucked up his hips, raising Will high above the table. Just then, rearing his head back and groaning loudly, Will came, too, a second time that afternoon, spraying his semen all over Ian's chest and up into his beard. The afternoon was totally gone. We had massaged and sucked for hours! We all jumped into the pool for a rinse-off, and Roberto and Ian packed up their tables and supplies and left us (Ian leaving me his phone number and suggesting we get together again soon), and the rest of us sacked out for a late-afternoon nap, Dad and Will in his bed, and Carlos and me in mine. We just cuddled, and it felt grand. I awoke, though, to Carlos sucking on my dick. Just after I fed him the gravy, I heard the doorbell ring. It was the pizza guy, delivering an "extra-large everything" to my handsome, naked uncle. "It's OK," Will said later, as we dug in at the kitchen island. "Stan knows me from deliveries at my place." Afterward, Dad was off to the hotel to work a shift, and Will was on call in case reinforcements were needed. They didn't complain, though. The two brothers were pulling down $300-500 a day in fees and tips, even with Roberto presently taking 75% off the top for his cut plus loan repayment. He also reported that, even in such a short time, among his select clientele, stay nights were up, and inquiries for future services were way up. Word was getting out that there were super hot men available, and bookings were coming in fast. Roberto was planning a big celebration to "deflower" his son in only a week, and Carlos also already had advance bookings into the next month. Business was looking good! * * * * * With the metabolism of youth, our bodies reshaped themselves very quickly. Carlos became the dream boat his physique had always been intended to be. His waist went to the prescribed twenty-eight inches, but the weight itself just migrated north to his pecs and shoulders, and south to muscular thighs. With the predawn running we were doing in our onion-skin shorts and footwear only, his legs became more sculptural than ever. About that time, a catalogue of scanty men's attire showed up in Roberto's mailbox, and Carlo and I each ordered three sets of extremely sexy beach or exercise clothing out of it. We began to go out on our morning runs just barely street-legal, and it felt great to be so sexy in public. On Tuesday after our massage lessons, we had been at the hotel for lunch and video games at Carlos' place, but we decided to migrate to mine for nude exercise and sex. We arrived at the house in mid-afternoon and went to work with swimming and free weights. Around 5:30, we had just settled on the family room sofa, and Carlos had gotten his cock up my cleaned, lubed, and stretched ass, when the front door opened, and we heard flip-flops coming down the hallway. "Holy shit! You guys are hot!" we heard from the doorway. It was Mike--who was supposed to be in rehab for two more weeks. "They kicked me out for not being crazy," he explained. "I'm horny as fuck, and you guys are not helping. Where's Jack and Will?" I explained that they were at work, or Will would be there also after he finished his CPA work for that afternoon. "Maybe I can go over there for some sex. I'll call." Mike went into the kitchen to talk, but we could hear most of what he said, as Carlos resumed poling my ass quietly. Jack was surprised and happy to hear Mike was out of the clinic. The rest of Mike's monologue went like this: "Why can't I come over? I have had no sex since That Day. I couldn't hardly even jack off, there was no privacy. "You aren't with clients ALL the time. I don't see why you wouldn't have jizz for a client just because you fucked me, two or three times. ... So, Will could do some of it. ... "Yeah, they're here. In the family room. On the sofa, fucking. Is it OK for you to know that?... Oh. No shit.... Do you think he would?... Hell, yeah, I would.... I guess I can ask him... I don't think I could just rape him, with Carlos here.... OK, then. I'll get up and make breakfast, call when you leave there.... Sure. Love you... Bye." Carlos was lying atop my backside poling me deeply, when Mike returned. "Your dad says I can't come over, he needs all his jizz for clients, what a load of crap that is. But here's the good news. He also says you are to fuck me all I want until he gets back in the morning. I have permission to rape you if necessary." "I'll fuck you," said Carlos. "In a few minutes. I'll even rape you, if you want. Both of you." "Even play-acting, dude, that would be a stretch," I said. "You can't rape someone who spreads their legs for you. Mike, lucky for you, I eavesdrop on your phone conversations, because I would never fuck you, hot as your ass is, unless I knew for sure Dad OK'd it. I'm not messing with his bitch. I take it you two are not exclusive, then." "No, we are INclusive. Inclusive of you, Will, Roberto, Carlos, and--who's that other kid?--Oh, Pete. Well, and all one thousand clients Roberto has lined up for us. Other than those, we are exclusive. For the moment." "Being horny makes you talk shit. Why do you have clothes on?" Mike grinned and shucked the two garments he was wearing, shorts and golf shirt. "Do you know, those ass-wipes at the hospital get all out of joint if you don't wear underwear?" he commented. "And don't even think of sleeping naked. Although, I did, of course, fuck 'em." "I don't know how the fuck you passed for not crazy," said Carlos. "It's all relative. Compared to those fuckers, and I mean the hospital staff, I am the very soul of sanity." His nice, curved and cut seven and a half inch dick flopped up toward his navel. "Where should I keep this until you're ready for it?" "Just keep it warm.... You want my ass after Carlos finishes? Or do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes." "Then go clean out that shitty butthole. When you come back, I'll suck your cock while Carlos drills for natural gas here." "Oh, I've already hit natural gas twice." "That was just the air you pumped in, Bozo. What goes in has to come out." "It sounded like farting to me. Smelled like it, too." "Just fuck me, Dude." Carlos was taking his sweet time about it, and was still humping languidly when Mike came out blotting his butt with a hand towel. He positioned himself with his cock at the sofa arm. Carlos helped pull me into a doggie position on the sofa, and I began to fellate my father's lover, as my own lover pumped my backside. As new as all this was, I was liking it. Mike had a tasty dick, and it was of a size easy to suck, similar to Carlos'. Mike's body was in great shape, and he was just thirty, the same as Will. Though he was blond, Mike had the most body hair of any of us, but it was fine spun gold. The pace of Carlos' thrusting into my butt began to quicken, and I felt drops of sweat on my lower back. Carlos was starting to grunt a little, and he was ramming me as hard as he could, his hips whacking into my padded butt bumpers, and his comfortably sized dick extending as far as it could reach into my colon. Mike pulled his head down over my back and started to kiss him. But in a short time, Carlos pulled back up straight again and gave an incoherent shout. I felt his seed shoot into my gut as he pressed deep. Just then, Mike erupted in sympathetic ejaculation, into my mouth. His cum was rich, tasty, and plentiful. I swallowed several times to take it all. I pulled off of Mike's dick, as Carlos pressed his pubes into my butt to drain the last dregs of his ejaculate. "Dad did remind you that I'm still a few months shy of my eighteenth, didn't he?" "Fuck, no. Looks like everybody else was fucking you, I thought...You won't turn me in, will you? I've had just about enough of the institutional life, in the loony bin." The phone rang. Mike went to the kitchen and picked it up. "What the fuck! You already said I could! It was almost your idea! "Yeah, he told me. So what? He's close. Carlos was doing him, right in front of me. "Aw....Put it that way...naw, I don't want that. What, couple of months? I can't wait that...Really? Like, now? OK, man, I'm hittin' the shower. I'm douchin'. I'll be face-down, legs spread, lubed and ready. Tell Will, give us fifteen minutes, then come on over. He's next. OK, I'll tell him. Love you, too." He returned to the family room. "Fuck, I was THIS CLOSE to tapping your cute ass! THIS CLOSE! He even told me to do it." "So what happened? I wasn't going to say 'no.' Not like he's been all celibate or anything. In fact, he's over there fucking some geezer right now. So you should have your fun." "He came to his senses, he said. He was so excited to hear I was out, he lost his grip there for a minute. Then, he remembered you aren't ripe on the vine, even Carlos isn't for a few days. He says I have to wait. But--the good news--he's going to run over here and do me. He says it's a slow afternoon, and Roberto won't mind. Much. He'll run back if he needs to. But also, once they ease the pressure a little bit so I don't erupt spontaneously, then I'm going back over with them to let Roberto work me over. It's my job interview. So I can go to work, too." "I was surprised you'd want to do me first, even before Dad, anyway." "Kid, you have no idea. I've watched your butt twitch and your dick grow for years. I'm one sick dude. But we'll catch up later, when you can no longer send me to the Big House." He ran off to the shower to prep himself for an afternoon of sexual release. Carlos "ahemed" behind me, disapprovingly. "What?" "Condom, that's what. You take other dick, and our carefree way of life is over forever. Both of us." "Oh, fuck, man, you're right. Shit. That's harsh. But man, I couldn't pass that up--it had to happen soon, anyway, you go to work in a few days." "Yeah, fine. I just had to remind you before, you know--I'd like to enjoy this freedom just a little longer, 'til it has to end, OK?" I thanked my friend for looking out for me. Slipping on the latex would be a habit very soon, but I knew it would make a big change in our easy enjoyment of sex. My dad arrived ten minutes later, coming in on me fucking Carlos' ass on the den sofa. He was ripping clothing off in all directions, and he didn't bat an eye. He just ran off, naked, toward his own room. He didn't bother to close the door, and he didn't attempt to keep his and Mike's voices down, either. There was bed creaking, flesh slapping on flesh, grunting, moaning, and low-voices talking. Then, there was shouting, too. This went on for half an hour. Then Dad ran back out again, elongated dick dripping, and gathered up his clothing. He threw the threads back onto his sweaty body and ran toward the door again. He ran head-on into his brother in the foyer--Will had his undershirt pulled up over his face, in mid-removal. "Ouch! You're late, Turkey, he's waiting!" "I had to do a John. You do, too, room 489, in half an hour. Get a shower, it's a broad!" We heard tires screech out of the driveway and saw a naked Will, with full erection, run past the den door toward the master bedroom. There were loud, unintelligible voices, some slamming, bumping, and creaking, muffled groans, screams, then silence. Will emerged, looking disheveled, and sat on the end of the sofa opposite to where I still humped on Carlos' ass. We were practicing extending our fuck sessions in those days, since both of us had been too quick on the trigger early on. "Damn, boys. You two are fucking every time I see you." "We'll slow down soon. Carlos goes to work." An exhausted Will dressed slowly and returned to the hotel. And damned if Carlos and I didn't slow down on fucking soon--his new work schedule just about crowded me out of his life completely. * * * * * * Carlos' birthday was a huge, life-changing event. It actually began like a dark Cinderella story, on the stoke of midnight. Roberto had set up a cherry-picking party in the third-floor suite, at which HE would break in his spanking-new adult son in front of a crowd of perverts, who then would all have a crack at little Carlito's crack until dawn. This extravaganza alone would almost finance Carlos' first year of college, and to say he was excited would be a serious understatement. "Shit, man, how many men?" I wanted to know. it made my ass twinge to think of it. "Fifteen, I think, plus my dad." "Holy fuck. How many times can they do you, each?" "No limit, Dude. 'Til dawn. Six o'clock." "What if they kill you?" "Man, I'm tougher than you think. Plus, they are gonna shoot quicker than you think. You know, with my ass, I can make them cum almost whenever I want. Besides, you've fucked my ass for hours at a time before. And you have a big dick! These guys are gonna be average Joes, I'll hardly feel them." "You hope...." "Dad is already working on your coming out, you know. Same deal, but with your own dad AND uncle breaking you in, plus the audience. Some of these same guys will be back for it--they've seen your pictures." "Fuck, man. How much will we make off of that shit?" "You can pay off your mortgage." "But also--your dad and uncle are doing a brothers show next week. Twenty live viewers, plus an audience online. Big money there, too." "I would never have believed this shit. My dad says he and Will are making more money now than they ever did. They've both become sex maniacs. They just can't seem to stop." Carlos laughed. "And how about us? We're just as bad already, and wait til we get to doing the johns. I think we won't have much room to laugh at them!" Carlos was right, there. I, of course, was not present on the night of his official "deflowering." The next day, in a light stupor, he told me about it, though. Apparently, it went off entirely according to plan, and was a smashing, ass-ripping success. The eighteen men present ranged in age from thirty-five to sixty. They had various levels of fitness and attractiveness (or lack thereof), but all were pretty filthy- rich, successful men. First, they had champagne and birthday cake just prior to midnight. Then, on the stroke of the hour, Carlos did a slow strip routine, which he seemed to enjoy, moving around the room and getting groped up by the spectators as he shed garments. His dad came in, already naked, and sat at the foot of the king-size bed, and then Carlos, nude and hard from the groping, came up and knelt between Roberto's feet and sucked his cock. He stood, and Roberto sucked him, too. Then, they piled onto the bed together and just went at it. All the practice with me, and with my family watching so often, really paid off, Carols said. His dad entered him easily (he had pre-lubed himself), and they spent half an hour fucking in half a dozen positions, to the cheers and cat-calls of their audience. Roberto finished with a porn-star-style huge ejaculation on the base of Carlos' spine, and Carlos himself had already spilled his seed onto a towel atop the sheet, as Roberto pounded his prostate doggie style. Will was standing by before the finish to hand out condoms to the spectators. They had actually drawn numbers earlier, to see in what order they would take their twinkie dessert. The first five were naked and ready when Roberto pulled out. He stood aside and let the crowd have at his son's gaping hole. Will left at that point, setting the condom bowl on the coffee table for seconds and thirds. Immediately, Carlos got plugged, ass and throat, and it went on that way for several hours. Roberto called a half-hour break at 2:30 A. M., and took Carlos aside to check him out for any damage, though he had not been complaining. He was fine, and having fun! The onslaught resumed at 3:00, and the fucking continued right up to 6:00. All the men took their turns at least twice, and about half went for thirds. Damn. That's a lot of anal sex. Carlos spent the next two days in bed, or the hot tub, or the pool. I spent much of it with him, but chastely in the anal department, just cuddling and fetching him sodas and such in between oral sex sessions. He hadn't eaten at all for 36 hours prior to the event, to make sure his system was clear, but he only took liquids for 24 hours after to protect his ass. He said he was grateful for that plan, because even wiping his ass after a shit would have seemed like way too much, after all those dicks. But most of them, he reported, were, as he had predicted, so small, i. e. average sized, that they caused no discomfort at all. Actually, his dad was the biggest-hung man he serviced all night! Conclusion: "successful" men are not necessarily well hung! Perhaps their zeal for achievement and wealth compensates for shortcomings in another area. Soon enough, Carlos joined the regular schedule, and he proved to be much in demand, with his "naked and hard" photos now in the portfolio for men to choose from. Interestingly, Carlos attracted a high percentage of female clients. Even in photos, he emitted a cool, macho image that was, at the same time, cute, huggable, and very masculinely sexy. He got taken out to dinners, concerts, and plays a lot, to his great profit and even enjoyment. When men rented him, it was most often for stud service. Mike was there, in the mix, too, but oddly, the addition of two more hosses to the stable did not seem to reduce anyone's work-load. All the men were out on calls as much as ever. That left me more lonely than ever, having nothing much to do but await my own birthday bash. I swam, lifted, ran, and watched my waistline shrink and my biceps bulge as I waited. * * * * * * My birthday approached rapidly. Roberto had the event all planned out, to my dad's great horror. I had to endure several bouts of remorse and anguish on his part about his new profession and its corruption of my young life. Three times, he declared that he would quit whoring, and that he certainly would not, under any circumstances, fuck my ass, in public or private. Then some bill would come due, and he would postpone his retirement "until we got back on our feet." Roberto would calmly go through the profitability of doing a show with me for my "coming out." He would waver. There was no question of letting Will take the lead in my official deflowering, as he maintained adamantly from the beginning that he would not touch me if Dad was not also involved. Mike was still working on shedding his last ten pounds of excess padding from the more prosperous and staid married days, and besides, he lacked the attraction of forbidden fruit that my dad and my uncle had. "I'll just put myself and Carlos in the roles, if you two won't do it," said Roberto. "That keeps the incest factor and adds a spark of young love to boot." My dad waffled. He must have asked me fourteen times, "Are you absolutely sure?" "What's the big deal?" I protested. "It's just a dick! If you put your finger in my mouth, would that be perverted? Why is your dick so different? You are just expressing the sexual taboo our society has laid on us. But it is not reasonable. Sex is just sex. "Besides, we need the money. So suck it up, Dad, and perform." In the end, he agreed, but all of us were privately concerned he might not be able to get it up for me. In that case, with him on the scene, Will would take the lead until Dad could get inspired. Roberto produced a little blue pill for inspiration, and he and Carlos would also be present for back-up if needed. Carlos was delighted at this news. He had a strong prurient interest in getting to watch my coming out party. I wouldn't be surprised if he found a way to plug my ass himself! And I would take in thousands! Not to mention being the exhibitionistic focus of the attention of a couple of dozen raunchy, rich men! The event proved to be as exciting and stimulating as expected. It was also very tiring, long, strangely mundane, and rather ordinary, too, as it turned out. The best part was Dad and Will taking me, finally, after all those years of the eye candy they had provided. We had the birthday cake, with champagne for the guests. Will smushed cake into my face as if I were the bride at her wedding. Then, he ate it off of me and licked my mouth clean. The guests liked that. I did my strip-tease for them, and they eagerly groped and caressed at me. When they saw my tools of the trade, the excitement in the room grew. (Carlos confessed being a bit jealous, because he had not gotten quite that response with his large, but less prodigious member.) When I returned to the front of the large, open space of the suite, totally nude and hard, Dad and Will had dropped their threads, too, and they were waiting for me. I went straight to Dad's cock to break the ice with him and, finding him half-erect, I completed the task of blowing him up to his own impressive proportions, while Will lubed up my stern. Then, I rotated, and sucked Will, as Dad gently and more slowly than really necessary, wiggled his erection into my anus. Being used to Carlos', this one really filled me up! Dad entered a section of my rectum that had never been penetrated before, and it felt amazing. "Ready?" he murmured. I nodded on Will's big dick. Dad began to hunch. There was a long, padded bench there, brought from the foot of the bed in the neighboring bedroom, and we used that for support: on my knees, on my back with feet on his shoulders or in the air, on my side, lying flat on my stomach. After a bit, he stood back and let Will have a turn. Then, they alternated, for half an hour. Finally, the two of them climaxed together on my abdomen. Carlos appeared from the back of the room to offer the bowl of condoms, as my first handful of lucky winners shucked off their remaining threads to take over the ravishing duties. Will was licking up his and his brother's cum off my washboard as the first pair stood waiting. They rotated me to my hands and knees, and I got spit-roasted again right off the bat. Maybe I'm just a slut, but I love sex. I love being the center of attention. I love exposing myself to appreciative viewers. I love being filled, mouth and ass. I love admiring other men's naked forms, and observing their unique equipment. And I love cum. I had a quart of it shot onto my face, hair, and neck that night, and another quart went wasted into the trash within several boxes of used condoms. Will attentively kept my ass lubed up, so that I was never allowed to go dry or get too much friction on it. Roberto gave me a thirty-minute break, as he had done with Carlos, and the guests seemed to appreciate that as well, since they were all recharged and ready to rutt again at the end of it. Dad examined me carefully (I was totally blase at that point about having him eyeball my gaping asshole), and he pronounced me in good shape for the second half. I have no idea how many dicks fucked me that night, one end or the other, but it was a lot. I blissed out and went into a timeless zone for most of the later session. It was pretty wonderful. Dad asked me about it later, acknowledging that he had never pulled a big train like that himself before, and he was worried about what it might do to me, physically and emotionally. I loved it. The moderate-size dicks I was taking didn't hurt me, but I felt desired, fulfilled, and physically in sensory overload the whole time. It was the pinnacle experience of my young life. Carlos, being less of a bottom and less of a show-boat than I am, had not found the coming out experience quite as personally satisfying. Even so, as my buddy had done, I took it very easy and did not work a shift for the next few days. Carlos did work, but in between times, he was with me, tenderly looking after me and sucking me off. I woke once to find Will sucking my dick, and I contentedly filled his mouth with my twinkie cream. On the night of the third day, I was to work my first "normal" shift, which I had been warned, was a full dance card. In late afternoon, Dad came in to check on me. "Where's Mike?" I asked. "I want him to come in and fuck me before I go to work. He's the only one who hasn't, and that isn't fair, I know he wants to." Dad looked a bit surprised. "You sure?" He was always double-checking. "Very sure. It's time. You don't mind, do you?" "I'm a big boy. I can share." Dad disappeared. Five minutes later, Mike came in, naked and massively hard, with a condom and tube of lube. He looked slightly teary. "You are an awesome guy, Joe. Thank you for thinking of me." "Is Dad OK? Really?" "Oh, you two. Cut the shit, man, you're both tough dudes, in my book. He'll be fine. He's proud as fuck of you." He crawled into bed with me and went to town on my cock, sucking me like a pro, which he now was. He proceeded to make love to me. It was beautiful, sexy, and emotionally satisfying. I looked around once to notice both Dad and Will watching raptly, but I just tuned them out and let Mike do his thing. It was wonderful. After he bred me twice, I dozed off. When I awoke, Mike was gone to the hotel, and it was time for me to prep for my own shift . My first night on duty was a busy one. I serviced two young Marines, together--they paid full fare, separately, but shared the time together and each took me twice. They were hot as fuck, not handsome, but very fit and very manly. I fucked two businessman types, one a forties, overweight dude I had to kind of work it up for, and one an even older, but much better looking, guy with a very comfortable ass. And I lost my virginity to a woman. In that episode, I had an experience similar to my Dad's beginning--it was someone I knew. She didn't really know me, though, at first. She was my middle school principal! She hadn't recognized me from my sexy photos, and the listing only gave my first name, "Joey." Will escorted me to the door, serving the fancy single-malt Scotch. But five minutes in, she said, "Do I know you?" I was down to my underpants at the time, and she was watching closely. "Well, sort of, Ms. Wilkins. I went to Westwood Middle. I'm legal age now, though." "Oh, shit," she said. There was a long pause. "If I'm not acceptable to you, I can go, and send someone else. But I assure you, no one will ever learn of this from me! Who I'm with is take-to-the-grave confidential." That was kind of a lie, because I told my dad, Will, Mike, and Carlos all about it as soon as I got back to the hustler suite. They didn't tell anyone, though. "You turned out to be an extremely handsome young man. A bit young for me, but then, that's why I pay for it, right?" She smiled. I smiled back. "This is my first night on the job," I said. "And you're my first female. Don't worry, though, I know what to do." I didn't mention that was mostly from watching some straight porn with Carlos, not exactly the most romantic preparation. "We'll see how it goes," she said. She waited, then nodded. "You may proceed." I dropped my Calvins, and the Snake made his charming appearance. "Impressive," she said. "Lights on, or off?" I asked. "On, I think." Way to go, Principal Wilkins. If she was going to get fucked by a hot young stud, she was going to see it happen! I helped with her blouse and bra, which for a young, inexperienced guy, is the hardest part. After that, what slot to plug is a piece of cake. Having a hard-on, for an eighteen-year-old, just part of life. Ms. Wilkins and I got along just fine. She didn't really turn me on, but the idea of doing her did. I gave her two orgasms, filled my condom, and left her a happy woman ready for a good night's sleep-- and me an extra $100 richer. She has called for my services about once per quarter ever since, the last time, asking me to bring Carlos along, too. I've seen her around town a few times, and she always speaks to me by name, since it is public knowledge she knew me as a kid. I call her Ms. Wilkins, even in the sack, and I think she gets off on it. But that's getting ahead of myself. When I got back to the Suite, I found Mike lustily fucking Carlos. I wasn't jealous, just surprised. "We'd invite you to join us, but we're off duty, and you're not. You have one more call, room 718. A dentist, but not yours. Half an hour." I hadn't even told them about Ms. Wilkins yet. I took a quick shower, and Dad was in place and in uniform to escort me and the Scotch to the room when I came out. Mike and Carlos were asleep, naked, in one another's arms. So much for my concerns about Dad being jealous of ME boinking with Mike. Of course, on the way up, Dad asked me how my night was going, and I answered honestly that I was having a great time. At the door, my dentist/john looked from my face to my waiter's face, and his eyebrows shot up. I grinned, and my dad just nodded resignedly. "Holy shit. Can I have both of you?" "That would cost you," said Dad. "It's a special arrangement, never done before, yet." A phone call and American Express charge later, Dad and I were both hanging our clothes on the back of a chair, and Dr. Ingles was having sensory overload trying to stare at both of our dicks at once. The long and short of it is, he booked two hours of our time. He began by having me fuck my dad, and then my dad fuck me. His eyeballs just about telescoped out of his head the whole time. I'm sure he had no idea how much I enjoyed that, both ways-- he may have figured I was just putting on for show. I guess it was hot for my dad, too-- fucked the cum out of him! Dr. Ingles shot, too, in sympathy. We all had to take a bit of a break then, and we sat around nude, chatting about mundane matters. I hedged or made up lies in response to all of his questions about my personal life, and Dad played right along. After a bit, the doc came over and took me in his arms. His major turn-on, which made the whole night worth those big bucks to him, was to end the evening by taking my ass in front of my dad, with Dad just watching smolderingly from the desk chair. Half way through, the man had Dad come around and spit roast me from the other side, while he continued to pole my back side. It took him a while to finish, it being his second ejaculation in pretty close proximity. Dad was much more manly: he came again in my mouth, abundantly. I took the mouthful and turned to show if off to Ingles. It stoked his fire so much, he shot his load into his condom almost immediately. We were done then, and we dressed to leave, but Dr. Ingles pressed three C-notes into my palm, as he pressed his tongue down my throat, before we departed. Dad was quiet in the hallway, until we got onto the staff elevator, alone. Then he said, "Well, Joe, that's the seedy side of this life. Might as well face up to it, I suppose." I squeezed his hand. "Dad, if that's as bad as it gets, I'm fine with it. Honestly--I enjoyed having sex with you tonight, really. And I didn't even care who was watching, so what. If it turned that guy on, good for him, no skin of my nose. I don't know him, and I'll probably never see him again, unless it's here under the same circumstances. I went up there for him to fuck my ass, and he did, so no big deal. I had you to look out for me, and I felt good about that. Plus, we're hundreds richer. Win-win, Dad." Dad didn't answer, but he hugged me tight for a moment. We both went home to bed after that. Mike joined us, and Carlos had already hit the sack in his own room. EPILOGUE I was admitted to the prestigious university of my dreams, and I was even offered the scholarship I had hoped for. Frankly, I could have gone. Dad could have supported me as well as himself, with help from Mike and Will, and they would have been more than fine with that. I chose not to accept, though. That kind of money had come to mean more to me because of our experience of not having it and wondering how we could possibly even get by. I enrolled, along with Carlos, in the local Community College, later to transfer to a perfectly adequate state university, where I earned my business degree. Carlos and I worked, along with the other men, at the hotel, all the way through college. Sometimes I enjoyed it, sometimes I hated it, sometimes I was just bored with it--mostly, it was just my job, not my life. I came out with no student loans, a nice car, all paid off, and savings in the bank, not bad for a fresh college graduate. Roberto wanted me to stay on as hotel manager, while he and Carlos moved on to a new property an hour's drive away, where they would establish a second deluxe hotel. I declined that, too, though. Carlos stayed instead, and I took a position with a large development firm that was taking over the very project, now modernized and expanded, that ruined my family in the first place, years earlier. I felt a personal stake in seeing that fiasco turned around. Real estate was definitely coming back. For the past couple of years, Dad and Mike had been moving gradually back into that market (Will having never fully left his accounting practice). They all still turned tricks from time to time, but mostly just to help Roberto out with overbookings, conventions, and such. By the time I left the business, the hustlers' suite was occupied by a whole new set of lusty young studs. One of those was Rusty, a gorgeous hunk of red-headed male I met in the natatorium shower at the University. We went from there to coffee, then to my apartment, then to a series of club, movie, and dinner dates, then to let Rusty audition with Roberto (in the capable hands of Carlos, without my presence), then to meet my family, and then pretty much into the permanent relationship we have enjoyed ever since. Rusty is the fuck-buddy who came to stay, the man of my dreams. He's a physical therapist with a medical center not far from my own offices. We've been renting, but Mike recently got wind that the home next door to Dad's and my place (now Dad's and Mike's and Will's) was about to go on the market. They put down a big chunk on it, and very generously offered it to me and Rusty, just to continue the payments on it. We move in first of next month. We won't have a backyard pool, but Mike made a gate through the fence between the two properties, so there can be lot of naked passing back and forth. Yes, Rusty has fucked and been fucked by all of them, Roberto and Carlos included, both with and without me. I don't know what I like better--having him fuck me while others watch and/or fuck with one another, or having one of them fuck Rusty while I watch. I guess my real preference is for all of the above, in succession. As a family, we celebrate a lot, everyone's birthdays for a start. But the best family holiday observance of them all is the one we call That Day--the day the world crashed in on us, and we were Ruined. Dad got stinkin', pukin' drunk, Will cried his eyes out, and Mike tried and almost succeeded in taking himself out of this world, his marriage in pieces, my future in flames, and all of us all but on the street. That was the first day of the beginning of all our lives, the day that led us to this day, to this form of family we all love and rejoice in. I still have the coolest dad in town. The coolest uncle. The coolest step-dad. The coolest best friend and the coolest ex-boss. The coolest boyfriend. And I've turned out pretty cool myself.