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The last month of my senior year became rather routine. Now, what a
minute; that's not true. How can having frequent sex with your Dad be
routine? How can broadcasting to cyberspace the sexual escapades of two
exhibitionists, Bob and me, be routine? How can the daily suck off of a
fellow employee be routine? I may have grown up in an unusual household
with lots of casual nudity, but even I know that what I was doing was not
what most 18-year-old high school students were up too.

Bob and I got together for pig sex and exhibitionism at his house with the
cams running full blast. Often, Bob would fuck my hole. He never came
inside me because he was running a business and the paid clientele expected
the "money shot". That was frustrating because I wanted his hot man semen
inside me. I wanted to feel the pulse of his cock as it shot jizz into my
bowels. I could only imagine that frustration porn stars go through having
all that hot sex but never able to feel the cream. Nevertheless, I was
treated to a cream facial, a buttocks oiling or a chest splashing from my
studmuffin, Bob. It was a small price to pay for not getting his semen in
my hole.

On the bright side, I learned to love the camera. I learned how to look at
Bob during the intensity of a good fuck and play to the camera with my
facial expressions. The nice thing was that unlike a lot of bitches in
straight porn, I was thoroughly enjoying myself with every orgasm being
real. Bob knew how to fuck. He was magnificent in bed. He was a caring
top who's focus was always on how to make the bottom feel good. Even
though, I never got his cum up my ass on film, I did get to lick his
glorious rod taking the remains of his man juice and my ass juice in my
mouth. It was a nice consolation prize plus whenever he shot on my pussy,
he would smear his face with the juice then rub the rest on my face.

Dad was teaching me about love and sex with some serious lust thrown in for
good measure. This ongoing fetish of fucking me after having sex with
another man being a strong example of the lust part. The sex that I had
with Dad was pure passion. To that point, he was the love of my life and,
if I had anything to say about it, I could have easily become his life
partner. Ah, the naiveté of youth. Dad knew that there would be
others. He knew I wasn't mature enough to understand the difference
between lust and love. He did not want me being in love at 18 and not
sowing my oats. He was a smart man.

I did fall for both of them. What can I say? I was 18 with emotions that
were confusing at best. Hell, I had fantasied about be impregnated by Matt
so you know my head was a little screwy at that age. I didn't have anyone
to talk to about these feelings. I could call my b*****r David. David was
a great guy and I could certainly tell him everything that was going on;
but, he was not the empathic kind. He would simply say, "Fuck, where's the
issue? Sounds like everyone is having fun. Don't sweat it." The typical
answer from a sexist, liberal straight college male.

In a certain context, my b*****r was correct. I was having a sexual
relationship with two men, one who is the person I love the most in life,
my Dad, and, two, the nicest and sweetest man who loved to have sex and be
naked anytime, anywhere. Exactly what is the problem?

I resolved it by reminding myself that Dad told me that this was my time.
Dad did not want to be my lover. He had made that perfectly clear from the
beginning. I also figured that Bob wasn't interested in something deeper
either. Bob cared for me. I know he enjoyed our sex/exhibition games, but
I knew I wasn't Bob's "the one".

After processing all this teen mind drama, I determined that the best thing
to do was have Dad and Bob meet. I decided that I would invite Bob over
for Saturday afternoon lunch. My work schedule was Saturday night so I had
the afternoon free. I thought it would be nice for both of them since each
enjoyed being naked and each enjoyed me. I had no expectation of us all
having sex.

Although, really? Looking back at this; come on. Three highly sexual men
who drop trou any chance they get; there is no way we weren't going to
fuck. I innocently thought it would be fun, which it did turn out to be.
My lack of anticipation may have allowed the whole event to be so cool and

"Dad, I would like to invite Bob over for lunch on Saturday so the three of
us can hang out."

"Oh, yeah." He said with the slightest smirk. Dad knew right then that we
were all going to fuck.

"Yes, Bob is a nice guy. We all share nudity. I think it will be fun."

"We share something else in common too, John." Dad could hardly keep a
straight face.

"Yeah, I know." I responded in that `oh Dad' tone k**s use with their

Dad ignored my tone, as parents always do with k**s saying, "I think it
will be great. We'll have lunch, sit outside, and catch some rays.
Summer's coming. Daddy's got to get a tan on his stud muscle body." Dad
just loved his new body and all the attention he got. I wouldn't put it
past him that he was using that hunky slab of beef on more than just me.

I know one thing. Dad couldn't completely hide his gusto that Bob was
coming over. He outdid himself in the kitchen Saturday with lunch. He was
the "Naked Chef" without the Jamie Oliver English accent.

I called Bob to ask him over and he said sure. There was definitely a tone
of excitement from him as well.

Bob arrived about 1 PM. He showed up at the front door in just a pair of
loose shorts, no shirt, no shoes. I am sure he had driven over naked
putting the shorts on to get from the car to the house. I greeted him
naked at the door, hugging and kissing so the neighbors could see,
particularly Mr. Taylor. I was getting to be a big show off.

Bob took his shorts off before I got the front door closed. `Nice ass, eh,
Mr. Taylor?' I thought.

Dad was in the kitchen. I brought Bob to the kitchen for introductions.
They played it cool; however, I could see them checking each other out.
Both Bob and Dad's dicks were plump. Mine was hard. I offered Bob an iced
tea while we waited for lunch. Bob and I sat at the table while Dad
finished prepping everything. I brought everything to the table and we sat
down for gourmet sandwiches, fresh chips and iced tea.

Dad and Bob hit it off immediately. Their dicks were the first clue.
Subsequent clues were that the conversation never lagged. I think the age
separation of about ten years was a factor, beyond the point that they were
nudists. Bob and Dad's dicks never fully relaxed the entire day.

After lunch, we all went out in the backyard and grabbed some rays. I was
so glad that they enjoyed each other. I felt Dad needed some new friends
since the rest of the f****y was gone now and maybe he and Bob could be.
We were out there for a few hours. We all started to get a little drowsy.
Dad suggested that we go up to his room and take a nap. Surprisingly,
looking back on it, that is exactly what we did.

I woke up to something different though. Dad was sucking on my cock and
Bob was using his magnificent hands and tongue on my body. They were all
focused on me.

"John, you don't get to do a thing. We are going to work your hot teen
body over." Dad said.

"No reciprocation." Bob added. "Lie there, take it and enjoy." He

I got into it. I had become a sponge for the vocabulary of older men.

"Oh yeah Dad suck my cock. Take it all the way down your daddy throat.
Fuck yeah. That is hot Dad. I love that feeling of your hot mouth wrapped
around me dick. Fuck man. Take it all. That's right Dad. You love
sucking my young cock. The cock you produced from your seed. The cock
that you get to taste. Fuck man. Oh yeah. Take it Daddy. I want you to
take my load down your throat. Oh Dad. Oh Daddy yeah. I getting there
man. I am gonna shoot my cream. This cream is for you Dad. Here it comes
Daddy. Here comes your son's juice. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yeah, fuck
yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!"

I shot a huge load down my Dad's throat. He loved it. He didn't spill a
drop. When I regained consciousness, I moved around and told Dad and Bob I
wanted to watch them jack off. That was cool with them. I went over to a
chair to sit and watch the show.

Bob and Dad started kissing and fondling each other's nipples. Soon they
were stroking madly. They were too horny for much foreplay. This was
about getting fast and furious load blasting.

"Oh yeah guys. Jack those dicks. Fuckin eh. This is hot. Look at these
two studs working on their cocks. Cum on boys. Shoot those loads. Shoot
those hot man loads. I wanna see jizz. I wanna see cum spurting. Give me
cream guys. Give me man cream."

Bob and Dad shot simultaneously. It was so fucking incredible watching two
men that I cared for jack. They both got into the verbal spewing. After
they finished, I jumped back on the bed and rolled around on them picking
up as much cum on my body as possible.

I looked over at the clock and realized it was time to go to work. I
jumped in the shower, ran into the kitchen to grab a quick bite. Bob said
that we would drive me over to the theater. Naturally, when we got into
the car, Bob took his shorts off and drove me there naked. Man, he was
quite the exhibitionist. Dad invited Bob to come back and have dinner,
which I thought was a nice gesture.

When I got home from the theater that night, Bob's car was still in the
driveway. I went in quietly walking through the house. The house was
silent. I peeked into Dad's room and saw Dad and Bob curled up together
fast asl**p. I had a feeling they played again during the evening. They
looked very peaceful and sweet. I took a shower; sat up and watch a little
TV and then I went to bed in my room. I was perfectly happy to be by
myself with Dad having a new friend.

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I woke up late Sunday morning. Teenagers like to sl**p in unlike grownups.
Dad and Bob had breakfast long before I rolled out closer to lunch.

I looked out in the backyard. Dad and Bob were sitting in lawn chairs
chatting away drinking iced tea enjoying each other's company. When I saw
this I thought, `this is an interesting turn of events.' I walked into the
kitchen and scrounged around for some food. Ended up with some cereal, as
I knew lunch wouldn't be far behind. I poured some iced tea and walked out
in the backyard sitting down in another chair.

"What's up guys? I see Bob is still here"

"Hi John." Dad said a little sheepishly. "Yeah, we've had a great time
together. Come to find out we have a lot in common."

"Besides me?"

Bob smiled and replied, "Yes John, besides you."

Dad spoke, "Son, you and I have a very open and honest relationship with
each other so I want to tell you how the rest of our day went yesterday.

"Bob came back to the house after he dropped you off at the theater. He
wanted to talk. Like most of us, Bob doesn't have a lot of friends that
share our common desire for being naked. Why don't you talk Bob?"

"I enjoyed being with the two of you yesterday so much. It was fun to be
naked, hang, and even have sex with you guys. I just had to have a little
more. I hope you don't mind me being here, John. I don't want to overstay
my welcome."

I said, "I don't mind at all. It is nice to have some more noise in the

Bob continued, "So I just needed to talk. I felt your Dad was a good
person to do that with."

"Yes, he is." I interjected.

"I have friends, but they want to keep their clothes on. They also rather
assume that if we are going to get naked, we are going to have sex. Even
though that is true most of the time, I do enjoy just hanging naked too.
You guys are the first that I have done that with in a long time."

Dad added, "So son, I am sure you figured out that Bob spent the night and
that we had sex again after you left. I know he is your friend. I don't
want to intrude on that."

"Dad, you are not intruding. You told me that I was supposed to experiment
and let other guys have me, I see no reason why you can't too, even if it
is the same guy. I am actually quite pleased that you found another man
with similar interests. It has been hard for you since Mom left. I've
seen it in your eyes." I could see that Dad almost welled up. He quickly
changed the subject suggesting it was time for lunch.

We went into the house and all three of us participated in getting a lunch
together to have outdoors. I put a tablecloth over the picnic table. Got
plates, silverware, and refilled the iced tea glasses. We sat down and had
a delicious lunch.

Dad commended with a big grin, "Bob has told me his side of your antics
with him at the theater. It sounds even more fun from his perspective."

Even the mention of that got me a boner. "Yeah, Dad, he was very
respectful of me till I had my birthday. We hardly touched each other. We
sure have had fun and particularly since I turned 18." I knew that they
were getting hard as well.

Bob spoke up, "John, I hope you don't mind that your Dad and I talked about

"Not in the least. He was aware of it anyway. He has known that I am an
exhibitionist long before I even knew it. Remember he watched me grow up.
It was very hard for my parents to keep clothes on me.

"I remember one time when I was younger we had a gathering here in the
backyard. Some of my friends were around; the same friends that I played
with in my room. We got to horsing around and they pantsed me. I was only
wearing some shorts anyway, so when I got pantsed, I was naked. I just
decided that I would show them by not being embarrassed about it at all and
stay naked. Kinda took the wind out of their sails.

"The folks were not pleased because it was the neighbors and friends from
work. The neighbors all knew that we were liberal in our clothing options;
however, it was a little much to witness first hand. Dad took me aside
persuading me to put my pants back on.

"I know one thing, Dad. I don't know if you caught that or not, but I seem
to notice Mr.Taylor getting a bit of a tent in his shorts."

Dad responded, "Yeah, I saw it. He excused himself for a few minutes. He
went to the bathroom and jerked off. I went in later and saw extra Kleenex
in the powder room trash can."

Bob interjected, "See guys, there's a man that probably would like to be
naked like us, but can't."

Dad said, "Or he just likes little boys."

Bob remarked, "Oh, I hadn't thought of that. That's not good."

Dad said, "So how about some dessert." With that, Dad got up from the
table with a raging hard on, walked over to the other side where I was
sitting and stuck his Daddy tube steak in my mouth.

Bob got up and proceeded to get behind Dad kneeling down spreading his ass
cheeks and burying his face in Dad butt hole. I could hear both of them
moaning with pleasure. God these guys were amazing. I got down on my
knees as well so that there were two men on their knees servicing Dad.

After several minutes of this, Dad pushed me down on the ground on my back.
Bob stood up stroking his meat to watch what was coming next. Dad grabbed
the butter off the table smearing it into my ass and on his cock. He
wasted no time in putting that hot Dad cock in my hole. He wasn't gentle
about it and I didn't care. The minute he plunged it in there, I was in

Bob came around and sat on my face. He said in a real guttural tone,
"Spread my ass cheeks boy and eat me." I had no problem with that.

Bob then leaned forward and started kissing Dad passionately. I knew they
were doing that even though I was not able to see because of Bob two
beautiful mounds on my face. The three of us never moved from this
position. Bob was feverishly jacking his cock off. I could feel his balls
bouncing on my chest. Dad fucked me real hard. Neither was going to last
long. All I heard was lots of moaning and groaning as they never stopped
kissing the entire time. I licked Bob as I relished Dad fucking the shit
out of me.

I could feel that both of them were getting close. Dad's dick was
expanding inside my bowels and Bob's hole was tightening up. The noise
level of the moaning was exquisite. Soon it peaked and I felt hot Daddy
jizz going into my hole and Bob's white man cum shooting onto my chest and

When they calmed a bit, Bob got off my face, took his cock and smeared his
cream all over my chest with his dick. Dad didn't pull out. Instead, like
a well-choreographed event, Bob knew exactly what to do next.

"Ok, boy, jack your fucking cock. Let's see that juice. Your Dad and I
need to see you shoot your hot young load. Fuck you are hot. Look at your
Dad still inside you as you jack your cock. Oh, doesn't that feel good?
How many other guys have a hot Daddy who will fuck them and make them feel
so special? You are one hot motherfucker. Come on boy. Let's see. Shoot
that fucking load. Give us that cream man. You can do it. Shoot it.
Shoot it. Shoot it."

And, with that, I shot buckets onto my belly, chest and face. It was like
a slow motion porn flick where it went flying into the air first, landed on
my forehead and cheeks. Oh, man it was hot. I screamed at the top of my
lungs with pleasure.

When it was over, I opened my eyes to see these two incredible men looking
at me. Dad was still inside me. Bob was stroking his cock and working on
his nipples. They both leaned down and lapped up cum off my entire body
and face. Then, they leaned in and the three of us kissed. Fuck it was
amazing tasting all that cream on their tongues. Eventually, they both
fell over onto the grass beside me. We laid there for several minutes.

We got up finally, picked up the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and then we
all took a shower together in Dad's room. This was followed by a
well-deserved nap on Dad's bed.

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Bob and Dad hit it off more than I ever anticipated. It was great to
witness because I could tell Dad was that happiest I had ever seen him.
Bob started spending a lot of time over at the house. His shifts were
weirder than mine running a hotel. Sometimes I would come home from the
theater, and his car would be in the driveway. I knew he was seeing Dad so
I didn't bother them. Bob didn't come to the theater like clockwork to
jack off any more. He was more sporadic; however, his exhibitionist streak
needed a fix, so it never completely went away even with as much time as
Dad and he spent together.

Dad, Bob and I had sex together often, but I knew that there relationship
was becoming a bond like the one I had beheld at one time between my Mom
and my Dad. They enjoyed sharing me. I don't believe there was any desire
for me not to participate. It is just that they were falling in love with
each other.

My b*****r David finished his freshman year in college. Unlike the girls,
he wanted to come home for the summer. David wanted the benefit of no
expenses while working all summer for extra money for his sophomore
year. There was plenty of wild oats for him to pursue back in his hometown.
Plus, David had me as a resident mouth if the cunt de jour didn't put out.

Graduation day came. In a certain context, I was not looking forward to
it. Mom and Dad were not speaking any more, except in the details of the
divorce. This was hard because I wanted everyone to be happy and together.
Alas, it was not to be that way.

Looking back on it all, there was a lot more to Mom leaving than met the
eye. It is obvious she needed a new start and a new life. Part of the
catalyst for that happening before I finished school and went to college
was that Dad had moved completely to the gay-side of life.

Dad must have been having sex with other men way in advance of the
situation with me and then with Bob. I don't know when it got started in
earnest and I never asked Dad; I didn't want to know. However, Mom had put
two-and-two together and come up with gay. Had he had sex with Mr. Taylor?
Did he sneak out to the gay bars? Did Dad go to glory holes? Did he have
a man on the side? These things I never asked.

I also suspect that Mom knew that Dad and I were sl**ping together and
having sex. This clearly did not go over well with her. She didn't bring
this issue up during the divorce probably because she didn't want others to
know. She also perhaps thought that if others knew, it would reflect badly
on me. She did care for me; however, I was number four and she had had it
by that time.

Dad, on the other hand, missed having everyone in the house. He was the
one that missed the f****y being together. The girls never came to visit
any more. They had their own lives and I am sure they also suspected what
might be going on at home between Dad and me.

My b*****r David knew that Dad and I were having sex. He was quite cool
about it. I sometimes think that he wished he could either join or have
Dad for himself; kind of a bonding thing more than anything, because he
really did like girls and was quite the stud on campus.

The big day came and the seating was awkward. Dad, Bob and my b*****r sat
together and Mom and her new beau sat on the other side of the audience.
They never spoke. It meant that I had to go over to Mom to thank her and
then leave her. Not what I had envisioned for my high school graduation,
but it was what it was.

After the ceremony was over, the four of us, Bob, Dad, David and I went for
a nice dinner. Regardless that it wasn't what I thought it would be all
those years, it was nice. I was with my f****y. I was with the f****y
that wanted to be with me most.

Dad, Bob and I had fallen in love with each other. The love I had for both
of them was not the same as the love Dad and Bob had. They were becoming a
couple. I was just part of the package. It was all fine by me. I loved
my Dad more than I loved any other person on earth and I was happy he was
enjoying Bob. They were clearly content with each other.

I also loved my b*****r very much. He was so cool. I think he felt the
same about Dad; he wanted him to be happy.

We all went home after dinner, of course, taking off our clothes
immediately at the door. Dad and Bob retired to Dad's room, which was
quickly becoming their room.

My b*****r and I retired to our room. That night David and I had a long
chat about stuff. David wanted to know what all had happened while he was
at school last year. I was very blunt with him about everything.

David was hard the whole time I talked about sex with Bob, the theater, sex
with Dad, sex with Matt, sex with Bob and Dad. I finally said to David,
"You want me to take care of that?"

I leaned over to his bed and put my mouth around his cock. He moaned in
ecstasy. I worked on it for about five minutes or so and then the
unexpected happened. David pulled me up and started to kiss me. This was
wild but what the hell.

I pulled away for just a second and said, "David, are you sure you want to
do this?"

He said, "Yes and we'll talk about it later. Now I want to fuck you."
And, he did.

Sex on a twin bed is hard, but we managed. David was incredibly passionate
in his kissing. He rolled over on top of me moved his dick with mine. He
put my hands up behind my head while he was kissing me holding me like this
was a torrid love affair. He moved all the way up and down my body. He
nibbled on my nipples, which will always make me crazy. I moaned in a low
voice. I am sure that Dad and Bob could hear by this time what was going

He moved down my stomach started to lick my shaft. He went for my balls
and took both of them in my mouth. Even in my advanced state of arousal, I
thought, "I think he has done this before." Then he moved back on my shaft
with his tongue and took his mouth over the head of my dick. As sure as
any cocksucker I had ever met, he took my dick into his mouth and took as
much as he could. After relaxing for a minute or two just keeping it in
his mouth, he went for it, taking it all the way down his throat. Fuck me.
This was hot. David continued this for a few minutes, much longer than I
would ever have assumed. Of course, I never assumed or considered that we
would ever have this kind of sex.

He kept his mouth on my cock while he reached over for some lube. He then
put some on his fingers and started playing with my hole. I moaned even
more. There is no way at this point the rest of the house didn't know what
was happening in the boys room. Still keeping his mouth on my cock, he put
some lotion on his dick.

Finally, he released my cock from his mouth. He got up on his knees,
raised my legs, and put the head of his dick to my hole. He looked
directly at me and said, "John, I am going to fuck the shit out of you."
Moreover, he did.

He plunged his dick into my hole. He was not gentle and I screamed at
first, which turn into loud moans. I said, "Yeah, David. Fuck me. Take
my hole. Give me that b*****r dick. Oh baby. I want it so bad. That's
it David. Stick it in me. Make it hurt. Shove that dick all the way man.
I want every inch of it. Give it to me. Fuck me man. I want that b*****r
cum. Yeah David. Fuck me. Oh yeah man. Give me that dick. Oh fuck I
have always loved your cock. I have always wondered what it would be like
up my hole. Now I know and it is hot. You are one hot fucker b*****r."

While I am going on with my verbal spewing, he pounded me ass. He did not
let up. He just kept bringing his dick out and shoving it back in as deep
as it would go. I kept talking very loud with lots of hot encouragement.
I looked up at his beautiful, manly chest. His nipples were just stunning.
I would suck them all day if I had the chance. His skin was perfect.
There was not an ounce of fat on him. His pecs were so masculine with hair
across and a lovely treasure trail to his crotch. Watching his chest heave
up each time he thrust his dick into me was incredible. Now it was his
turn to speak.

"So here's some straight man sex for you John. Yeah, you love getting
fucked by me. You've wanted my dick all your life. Oh fuck your hole his
hot. Damn, I wish I had done this a long time ago. You are one hot fucker
yourself, b*****r. You are such a pig when it comes to cock, just as I'm a
pig when it comes to pussy. However, tonight it is about man pussy. It is
about my giving you my dick. You've taken my cream down your throat for
years, but never up your ass. Shit I wish I had done this before. You are
so tight. This is nothing like fucking a chick. You know how to work that
hole. Oh, fuck man. I don't think I can last much longer. Oh yeah buddy.
Oh yeah. Here cums my man cream. Here cums your b*****r's load. Oh fuck.

I could feel it going into me. Oh my God. What an experience! I could
feel six or seven pumps coming from his dick as my hole wrapped itself
around it. I grabbed my dick and jacked it furiously. It didn't take more
than a minute. My b*****r just looked at me with his dick still deep
inside as I shot my cream. It hit all the way to my face. When David saw
that he said, "Damn!"

David pulled out and collapsed next to me on the tiny twin bed. We were
both spent. We just laid there looking at the ceiling of our boyhood room.
We were both in a dream state. I didn't know what was going on with David,
but I was perfectly happy to be the recipient of whatever it was. I'm not

Ten minutes or so went by and David started to talk. "I meant what I said
about that I had wanted to do that for a long time and that I wish I had
done it sooner. You know I am a pussy hound, John, however, college has
brought about opportunities that I never thought I would ever pursue. (I
knew he has sucked more than my cock.) I have fucked a few guys now and
then, and I have to say, it is a hell of a lot of fun. There is much less
hassle. I don't have to buy dinner. Guys just like to fuck and they love
a college jock like me. I seem to be a fantasy or something. Maybe you
can explain that to me more sometime.

"I am dating a steady girl. We have a great time, super sex and I enjoy
her company. But, I realize I need a little more than just one snatch."

Using that term it was clear to me then, as well as now, that David was not
going to settle down and raise a f****y any time soon. He did continue to
be a pussy hound well into his mid-thirties. Even after he did marry, he
did not have k**s. They had a very bohemian relationship similar to my
parents. David and I never stopped fucking. We continue to this day
whenever it works for both of us.

"So b*o, I love the fact that you are my queer little b*****r (we were
really about the same size, it is just an expression). We have always been
close and I always want it to be that way. I don't want to take sides with
everything going on between Dad and Mom, but I feel comfortable here with
you all. The f****y dynamic changed. It is just so relaxed here now that
the girls are gone."

Once again, David is sexist. He never got over that and his wife just
doesn't pay any attention to that part of him.

I kissed him and said that, "as much as I am enjoying this, I have to pee
and I do want to sl**p in my own bed tonight. These beds are too small."
David was totally on board with that. Romance was not his strong suit.

The next morning's breakfast was accompanied by some smiles from Dad and
Bob. They never said a word and we did not volunteer. I am sure they
wanted details about why that happened, but were considerate enough to know
that it was between David and me.

David did express to Bob how happy he was that he was part of the f****y
and part of Dad's life. I thought that was pretty sweet and insightful for
my "straight" college jock b*****r. I smiled all day.

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The divorce was final shortly after graduation. Mom was a smart woman.
She knew not to convey what was going on in our household. It was none of
her concern anymore. Dad had bought out her half of the house. She left
to start a new life, so had Dad and myself. Mom and I became slightly
closer in later years; however, we were estranged for a long time.

David got his summer job and I got someone new to fuck me. Bob and Dad
were getting more serious. I was feeling leery about spending too much
time in the sack with them. It is interesting when one cock goes away
another one comes to replace it.

I loved the drillings by my b*****r. We were the same size, but he was
more masculine, more beefy, more aggressive. He was a true top just like
Dad and Bob. Some nights David would come home after fucking some chick,
as he put it. He wouldn't wash his dick off instead requesting my cock
sucking and cock washing abilities to take care of his meat. His dick felt
odd after being in some cunt. I could taste the difference. It wasn't my
favorite thing to do; however, David was so fucking butch and studly, I
wasn't going to say no. Besides, he always produced another load just for
me, even after shooting one down "some strange" as he would put it.

Rarely were all four of us home at the same time. Dad worked a regular 9
to 5. Bob worked weird hours being a manager of a hotel. I usually worked
seven to closing at the theater. David worked strange hours too. Dad and
I kept up our promise to have dinner together every night. The others
joined us when they could.

Then, July 4th weekend came around. It was the weirdest thing, but we all
had the time off. I never have quite understood how that occurred.
Regardless, it led to one of the most interesting weekends of all of our

Bob and Dad got up early. They always did. David and I slept in until
close to noon. Well, technically, we were in our bedroom. We didn't
really sl**p until noon because David crawled over into my bed for a
morning fuck. I positioned myself early after my daybreak pee in hopes
that I would be the receiver of my b*****r's incredible cock. I feint
being asl**p lying on my stomach with the covers pulled off me. How was
anyone going to resist my ass's invitation? I knew it would just be a
matter of time before I would feel the touch of my b*****r's knob as it
started the invasion process.

I took my hands spreading my cheeks apart readying for entry. "Mmmmmmmm,
oh David, yeah, fuck my hole." David gently sunk is dick into my cavity
until his pelvis was resting on my cheeks. He then lowered is manly torso
on to my back. I felt his chest sandwiched onto my shoulder blades. Next
I felt his lips onto the back of my neck. He kissed and licked the salt of
my unshowered collar while I lay there thanking Jesus.

"Good morning buddy. You want my load buddy? You want my man cream in

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yes David. Fuck me. Give me your b*****r cream." I wasn't
awake enough for my typical verbal spewing. The sounds were mostly grunts
and mmmmmmm's and fuck me's. This was a morning fast/furious fuck. No
romance. No love. Two b*****rs getting off to start the day. I shot my
load onto the mattress just from the rubbing my dick made by David's

When it was over, David pulled out, slapped me on the ass saying, "Thanks,
b*o." He walked out of the bedroom and I heard the water start for a
shower. I went into Dad's bathroom and did the same.

"So sl**py heads." Dad cajoled us when we got to the living room. "Time
for lunch." He said with a great big smile.

Bob, David, Dad and I all sat down for a naked lunch. We attempted to have
a casual conversation, but it was obvious there was sexual tension in the

Bob brought up the topic of seeing the fireworks tonight. "Guys, I got an
idea for where and what we can do to see the fireworks display this
evening. You all know Moody Park."

David said with a shit-eating grin, "Yeah, that's where all the fags go to
suck cock."

I retorted, "How would you know that, David?"

"Well, I've been told." David responded sheepishly with a little blushing.
We all had a big laugh.

Bob continued, "Anyway. This is my proposal. There is a spot in the park
with a clear view of the fireworks. Nobody goes to the park for the
fireworks. They all go over to the fairgrounds where they shoot off." I
believe he meant that with the intended pun; however, Bob kept a straight

"I want us to go there in my car. We all go naked taking no clothes with
us whatsoever. I think it would be hot for four naked guys to drive around

My cock was hard thinking about it by this point. I bet everyone else's
were too even though I couldn't see because we were sitting at the table.

"We never are all off on the same day so I thought it would be fun to do
some exhibitionism and some risky naked stuff. Anyone game?"

I was the first in my class to raise my hand. "Sure, I'm up for it. It
sounds like a lot of fun."

David agreed, "Yeah. What the hell. It will be like being in school with
some of the stuff I did in my freshman year." Everyone wanted David to
expand on that acknowledgement, but first we needed to hear from Dad.

Dad said, "I don't mean to be a spoiler, but shouldn't we bring some
clothes in the trunk at least?"

Bob said, "We can, but what's the point? If we were to get caught, we
would be caught with nothing on anyway, so why bring clothes?"

There was a peculiar logic to Bob's argument, even though I could think of
a number of reasons to have clothes just in case.

Dad relented, "Ok, let's do it. I've been wanting to publicly expose. Why
not go all the way the first time. Now let's clear the table, clean the
kitchen and go outside to catch some rays. We got to have a good tan for
this evening activity." He said with a chuckle.

We all pitched in and just as I suspected, when we stood up all of us were
in some form of arousal. Bob went up to Dad, gave his dick a pull and
said, "Thank you, babe. It'll be fun."

"I suppose." Dad responded cautiously.

We finished the dishes, got some water and went out on the chaise lounges.
Bob and Dad already had the towels and lotion out. I noticed there was
some lube on one of the small tables. My suspicions were arising.

It didn't take long before all four of us were asl**p in our recliners. I
am the deepest of the sl**pers in this house, so I didn't hear the
whispering and organizing of my pending awakening. Suddenly, I was pulled
to the end of the lounge. My legs were raised by Bob and Dad with David
smiling between each limb. Dad said, "Bob and I want to witness what you
two have been up to in your room. We think it is time that we see instead
of just hear."

David's cock was rock hard. Bob handed David the lube. David placed some
on my waiting hole and some on his "straight" cock. I was beginning to
wonder about how hetero David really was, but this was no time for
contemplation. I was going to get fuck by my stud muffin b*****r with my
Dad and his boyfriend watching. How cool is that?

David unceremoniously rammed my rosebud with his seven-inch dong. He had
grabbed my ankles spreading my legs wide. His arms were outstretched,
which accentuated the strength of his pectorals. David pounded my willing
cunt. I would have loved to have a mirror to see the muscles of his ass
and thighs move to the rhythm of the violation.

Dad was the instigator while stroking his meaty rod, "Yeah David. Come on
son. Fuck your b*****r. Fuck John. I wanna see you work him over. Make
him your bitch David. Dad loves watching his two hot stud offspring
banging. One queer, one straight, both hot. Fuck him. Ride his ass.
Make him scream. Work him over David. Fuck yeah. Look at that hot body
of yours plowing the innards of your little b*****r. John loves it David.
John loves cock. He's a born bottom whore. Make him whine. Make it hurt.
Cream his ass. Milk him. Give him your jizz. Davidn. Spunk his hole."

David spermed me. It was so hot watching the contortions of his muscled,
zero-fat body tremble into orgasm. All of us are a noisy group and David
screamed with pleasure, as he was unloading into my plunder.

Talk about choreography. David pulled out, took my leg from Bob, Bob moved
into position and plowed into my ass with his chub. Bob was a relentless
as David. There was something very special about the four of us being
together. Bob had fucked me in front of Dad. Dad had fucked me in front
of Bob. But, with all of us together, the bond was cast.

It was David's turn to spew: "Oh yeah Bob. Fuck my b*o. Fuck him hard.
Oh yeah. You hot stud. Work his hole. Make in squeal. John is queer for
you buddy. He loves having you fuck him. Hell, he loves having all of us
fuck him. Hell, he loves having anyone fuck him." We all laughed.

"Come on buddy. Shoot in him. Add to the cream buddy. He wants your
cream. Give him man jizz. Feed him. Breed him. Make him your bitch,
buddy. He likes being the bitch. Come on buddy. Shoot!"

I felt ropes of Bob's juice going into me adding to the mix. I watch Bob's
body shake as he blew his load. It was so different from David's. David
was an Adonis. He was the perfect model specimen of man. Bob was the
mature bear/cub-type, with a little paunch, hairy chest, dark nipples and
the cutest face. He had the kind of body that you wanted to curl up with
and never let go.

For a brief moment, I thought about how much Bob has meant to me. He was
the one that brought me into my own. He is the one that showed me how to
expose. He was the first man beyond my Dad that cared for me deeper than a
basic friendship. That notion was short lived, as Bob pulled out, taking
my other leg, and Dad immediately replaced Bob's spot by boring his Daddy
cock in my willing twat.

Dad thrust quickly to the core burying his cock as far as it would go.
"Yeah John. Daddy's gonna fuck you now. You've had the rest. Now you get
Dad. Daddy loves to fuck his queer boy. You love it John. Oh feel that
spent cum lubing my cock. Fuck yeah. Daddy's little bottom whore.
Daddy's little cunt. Daddy loves to fuck his boy. You are such a
fantastic fuck buddy. I'm so proud of you. You are such a great man and
such a great fuck. Oh yeah buddy. Daddy's gonna cream. Daddy's gonna
shoot his man load. Daddy's gonna give you his sperm. The sperm that made
you son. Take it fucker. Take it now."

Dad unloaded the third round of delicious man fluid in my bowels. Watching
his body ejaculate was different again from the other two. Here is my Dad.
Here is a mature, muscle stud. Here is the person that loves me more than
anyone in the world. Here is the person that made me.

With the continuation of the obviously planned event, Dad pulled out.
David and Bob moved me back so my whole body was on the chaise. They all
got down on their knees, leaned over my torso and started kissing each
other. Dad said, "Jack off John. Shoot your load on our faces."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed my cock jerking it for all it's
worth. I couldn't see it because what was between my eyes and my cock were
three studs sucking face. It didn't take me long before I said, "I'm gonna
shoot, NOW!" They all turned their faces to make sure my load landed on
them. After my body finished shaking, the three of them came up to me and
we all shared my seed. This is what I meant by there was a bond that
happened that day. We weren't going to be a foursome, but we demonstrated
that day that we loved each other.

We all rolled around on the ground for a little bit holding each other,
laughing, and cuddling. Dad finally suggested we all get a shower and take
a nap before dinner and the fireworks. Bob and Dad took each other's hand
walking back into the house to their room to clean up.

David said, "Let's go take a shower."

I said, "I'll wait till you're done."

"No, I mean together. It will be faster and we can catch some zzzeees."
David retorted.

I thought this was a little odd, but I never turned down a David idea. We
got in the shower getting each other fully wet before soaping up. Once we
were soaped, David put his arms around me moving both of us directly under
the spray. He started to kiss me with the passion of a lover.

"You're beautiful babe." David said. "Thank you so much for being my

I started to cry holding him tightly. It was all so much to take in.

"That's ok baby. It's ok. A lot has happened. You deserve a few tears."
Those were my straight b*****r David's comforting words. Something was
happening to him as well.

"Ok, let's rinse off and get out of here." David instructed.

We dried off and walked out of the bathroom into our room. David entered
first, plopping down on his twin bed. "Come over here and lay with me

Wow. David was never this affectionate. What was going on here? I wasn't
about to question though looking at my Greek god sibling. I got into his
bed on my side snuggling my nose into his neck. I put my arm around him.
We were out in an instant.

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I awoke from our nap by my b*****r David kissing me gently on the lips.

"Wake up babe. We got a big night ahead of us."

I kissed him back. His body was warm from being out in the sun this
afternoon. He smelled so fresh from the shower. I took in his manly aroma
with the resulting immediate hard on.

Why was David being so affectionate? What was this about? Why was he
treating me like his girlfriend? He had never wanted this level of
intimacy with me before. David had been happy fucking me, depositing his
seed into my bowels followed by retreating to our separate twin beds. Now
he wanted to take a nap with me. Whatever it was, as I said before, I was
willing to do.

Our relationship was always about him being in charge. I was the one who
sucked him off. I was the one who sucked his friends off. David arranged
those opportunities. David told me when he wanted my warm mouth around his
cock. I never initiated. David was the one who decided to fuck me on my
high school graduation night. He said that he wished he had taken my hole
years earlier. Was it something about taking my man-pussy that created
this new closeness?

I had the feeling there was more to this than David was letting on or
probably was ever going to express. I was clear in my role though. David
was the top. David was the aggressor. David was the alpha male. I knew
that I was not in love with him in a relationship way, but I certainly was
not foolish. David was the Greek God, the Adonis of the f****y. No
self-respecting homosexual was going to turn down his advances.

We lay there in each other's arms for a few minutes kissing. It felt so
right and comfortable. He was such a man with a capital M.

David pulled his head back to speak to me. "John, would you mind if we got
rid of all this k** stuff in our room."

"Sure. Why?" I questioned.

"I'm tired of looking at these posters and crap from our past. It's all
k**s' junk. We are no longer k**s. And, I'm real fucking over these twin
beds. Would you be up for splitting the cost of an inexpensive double bed?
If we keep to a double, instead of a queen, we will save a few hundred

Now, David was doing a super fuck with my head. I responded. "I don't
object to it, David, but you are leaving in six weeks to go back to school.
I'm going to be going to college soon too. Why spend the money on a new
bed now?"

"I know. It seems silly; however, I'm still going to be coming home for
summers to work. I can make a lot more money here living at home where the
rent and the food are free. You will be doing the same. We might as well
invest in our future for the next three years." He paused for a minute. I
could tell he wanted to say more but wasn't sure he should. He finally
produced a big smile and continued, "Besides, I'm tired of fucking you on a
twin bed. I want more room to maneuver you around." He said it as a joke,
but he was serious. I think that was his primary motivation, but he
wouldn't give that much. I would even be so bold as to say he wanted to
sl**p with me after we fucked. David was never going to admit to that. He
was too butch. David did not have an ounce of sissy in him no matter who
he was screwing.

Before I commented further, I thought about suggesting we convert the
girls' room. They weren't coming back. Then we could have separate
bedrooms. David could bring home a chick if he wanted to. Then I realized
that David was not interested in bringing some chick home. David was
interested in a steady hole to fuck and I was the hole. I wasn't about to
suggest that option. If David wanted to sl**p with me and fuck me in a
double bed summers and holidays for the next three years, I wasn't about to
say no. "Ok, David. I am willing to contribute $400 to the project."

David's eyes lit up. He immediately went into alpha male plan mode.
"Here's my idea, John. Tomorrow we will empty the room out, go get some
paint and shop for a bed. We can paint the room tomorrow so by the time
the bed arrives it's all done. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, David. It's fine with me."

David kissed me quick in an expression of gratitude and slapped me on the
ass. "Thanks, buddy. It's time to get up." With that, David jumped out
of bed to go to the bathroom leaving me (the girlfriend) laying there
saying to myself, `what the fuck just happened?'

I headed to the kitchen to see how dinner was coming. I was hungry,
confused, and out-of-sorts. I wanted to walk in and say to Bob and Dad,
`you would not believe what just happened', but instead I kept my mouth
shut. I figured David would bring up the topic at dinner.

Dad saw me walking in. My cock was still semi-hard. He gave a big smile
as he looked at my meat. He knew David and I had been together in bed.
After seeing me arrive, Dad yelled, "David, dinner's ready!"

"Ok, Dad. Be right there."

Bob and I brought the food to the table. We all sat down just as David

Dad said, "Look's good everyone. Let's eat."

Four hungry, naked grown men can eat. You can imagine the food that went
through that house. The four of us ate more than when it was the six of us
(Mom, Dad and the k**s) growing up. Dad ate a lot because of his workouts.
Bob enjoyed his food as any bear cub does. David was a high-energy guy
burning lots of calories. I prayed that David would know to slow that down
as he got older. I wanted that perfect body to last forever. I realize
now that was stupid to think that way. David was too self-absorbed and too
vain to let himself go. To this day, he is still a stud.

After a few minutes of scarfing, Dad decided to speak. "Guys, I want to
talk to you about something." We were all ears. It sounded a little grim.
"I've been thinking about this for a while now. I wanted to wait until we
were all together at once."

"What is it, Dad?" I inquired with a bit of concern.

Dad realized that he was taking too grave a tone from my question. "I'm
sorry. I'm being a Dad – too serious. I'll lighten up. As you all
know, I bought out Mom's half of the house in the divorce. Unfortunately,
we are still left with a house that looks like it did when the previous
f****y lived here."

Ouch. That was nasty. I know deep down, Dad was glad for the divorce. He
was happy to have Bob as his boyfriend. He loved the full-time nude
lifestyle the four of us experienced in this home together. He loved the
freedom of a man-only household without hormonal drama and girly shit.
But, he was still bitter. I understood that. I was irritated too. It
took years for me to forgive Mom. I was never close to my s****rs again
and they made no effort toward any of us either.

Dad continued, "So I want to have an estate sale. I want to get rid of
everything in the house. Then, I want to repaint inside and out, get new
furniture and a new kitchen. I thought about selling it to start fresh.
This house is free and clear. To sell it properly, we would still have to
repaint and clean up the years of the previous f****y (There he goes
again.). Why not keep what we've got? Does this sound like a good idea?"

David spoke first. "Yeah, Dad. I think it is a great idea. In fact, John
and I had already decided to do that to our room. We are going to buy
paint and a new bed tomorrow."

Bob and Dad were a little stunned not about the paint, about the singular
use of the word bed. David saw their look with a quick retort, "Yeah. I'm
tired of fucking John on a twin. We are going to buy a double bed." The
whole table laughed, including me, except my face was crimson.

That information loosened the tension in Dad's tone. Then, the next
unexpected thing occurred. Dad got up from the table, walked over to Bob's
seat, got down on one knee, took Bob's hands in his and said, "Bob, I love
you. You are the most wonderful man I've ever met. Would you be part of
this fresh start? Would you move in with my sons and me? I know there are
details to work out, but I want to live with you. I am willing to get a
new place if that would make you feel more comfortable. I just want to be
with you. I love you, Bob."

There was not a dry eye in the house including David. It was so loving and
romantic. Bob replied, "Yes, I would love to live with you. I have never
been so happy in my life with you and your sons. And, I don't care about
houses. Material things are of little importance to me. This house is
just as fine as the next. With your plans, it will feel new anyway." Dad
got up off his knee, lifted Bob to his feet, and they kissed and cried.

Eventually, we all sat down again once the tears stopped flowing Bob said,
"Do you think my little play idea is appropriate under the circumstances?
I mean, you just asked me to live with you and now the four of us are going
to go out on an exhibitionist adventure. Maybe we should do something more

Dad would have none of it. "No Bob. I think it is just fine. You met
John by taking off your clothes in the movie theater and jacking off in
front of him. That led to meeting me when John asked you to come over for
an afternoon of naked fun. I think it is perfectly appropriate and
natural. Besides, I want the four of us to be together as a f****y this
whole weekend. We rarely are all here together."

I understood something about Dad at that moment. Dad had been gay his
entire life. Dad; however, had a larger priority. He wanted a f****y.
That was why he married Mom. He wanted a f****y more than he wanted a man.
When he was young, he probably didn't think there was any other way of
getting a f****y so he married Mom. Now he was able to have a man and a
f****y. I was so happy for him. I was happy for both of them.

There was a lot more details to work out regarding the house and Bob moving
in full time, but that was enough for one evening. David and I cleared the
table, put everything in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. Bob
and Dad retreated to the living room for a private chat. David and I
looked in as we went back to our room to see Bob and Dad sitting on the
sofa in each other's arms, not even talking, just being. It was beautiful.

David and I killed an hour in our room before it was time to go see the
fireworks. We were hesitant to go back to the living room to get Bob and
Dad; however, it was time to leave if we were going to go. Back in the
living room, we said in unison, "It's time to go guys."

"Ok." Dad said. They got up off the sofa. Bob got his keys and we jumped
in his little sedan. Bob had put his car in the garage so that we could
leave naked with no clothes in the car. If it had been in the driveway, we
would have had to brought shorts to exit the front door. It was dusk,
about 8:30. Bob drove us to the park. He put the car in a specific spot.
He must have done this before. Bob got out of the car and popped the
trunk. The next thing we saw he was setting up four lawn chairs. He
expected us to get out and sit in the lawn chairs to watch the show.
Jesus. What if someone saw us?

Bob was right, though, there was nobody in the city park. Everyone was at
the fairgrounds. The fireworks show started and the four of us sat there
watching the display and pumping our dicks. Bob said, "Ok, guys, let's
stroke until we see the finale start. Then, let's all shoot off together."
That sounded like a great idea.

It was nice to be outside. The humid summer air smelled sultry. It
definitely brought out the hormones. The trees in the park gave off a
freshness that our backyard didn't have. We had all showered, but the heat
of the evening quickly had us men perspiring.

The fireworks show was typical. It lasted about fifteen minutes. The
amount of fireworks rapidly increased toward the end indicating the climax.
I looked around watching the other three stroke their meat, groan, moan,
all of us watching both shows, the fireworks and the four of us. I was the
first to spurt. David stood over me and shot his load on my belly. Dad
went over, pulled Bob from his seat kissing him passionately as the two of
them stroked their bones. They simultaneously ejaculated on each other's
thighs. When they were done, David brought me over to them for a group hug
making sure our cum mixed on each of us.

Dad exclaimed, "Well, that was fun." We all laughed.

Bob said, "Let's get the chairs in the trunk and drive around awhile." We
got in the car. Bob picked up his phone and sent a text. In a minute,
there was a response. Bob said, "I'm hungry again. Let's go get something
to eat."

"What?" We all said.

Bob laughed. "We'll go through the drive-thru." He didn't expand wanting
us to squirm some more.

"But, we're naked!"

"It's cool. I confirmed the guy working the window is a friend. He would
love to see us."

Bob started the car and off we went. He pulled in the parking lot of a
local burger joint, not a chain and parked. He sent another text to
confirm his friend was in the window. Bob proceeded to the speaker box.
We placed our orders. Bob was stroking again by now. He instructed all of
us to do the same.

We proceeded forward to the drive-in window. There was a nice early 20s
guy. Non-descript. Definitely the burger joint type. He had a big smile
on his face as he looked down into the car of four naked men fondling their

"Here's your burgers, fries. Here's a coke, vanilla shake, and two waters.
Thanks guys. You made my night."

Bob said, "If there wasn't a line, I would shoot for you but we jizzed a
little bit ago."

"That's ok, some other time. Thanks Bob for thinking of me."

We pulled away from the window into a parking spot. We were going to eat
our burgers in the car, naked, in the well-lit burger joint parking lot
that was very busy because of the after fireworks crowd. Bob was unfazed
by the whole thing.

Dad said, "I learn more about you every day."

Bob responded, "He's a guy I met a few years ago in the park. We played.
He likes exhibitionism. We haven't had sex in a while. We used to play on
cam at my house. He loves showing off anywhere he can. In fact, you can
see some of his naked pics on tumblr sites. I like to go by and get a
burger when he is on duty. He likes it. I shoot for him if there aren't
cars behind me."

Dad said, "Maybe the two of us could play with him sometime. Do you think
he would be up for that?"

Bob was surprised, but said, "Sure."

"Cool. He's kinda hot in a different sort of way."

"He's got a huge dick. That is his best asset and he loves to have guys
watch him jack it off."

"I'm up for that." I said from the back seat. We all laughed.

We finished our meal. Bob collected all the trash. He got out of the car
and walked over to the garbage can nearby. He didn't think anything of the
fact that there were other people around.

When Bob got back in, David said, "Dude, you are amazing. That took

Bob said, "Thanks. I like to fuck with people a little. Keeps them on
their toes. Let's go drive around and take some pics." It was getting
late and the crowds were thinning in town. Bob reached into the glove box
to pull out his little camera. Bob drove over to the front entrance of the
mall. The mall was closed. He pulled into the parking lot near the sign
on the main street.

"Here's the deal. Two have to play. One goes and stands by the sign
preferably hard. The other has to get out taking the picture."

I jumped at the chance. "I'll stand by the sign."

David said, "I'll take the picture."

David and I both got out of the back seat. I ran over to the sign. My
dick was primed again, which Bob wanted. David took the shot and we ran
back to the car. We jumped back in breathing heavy. It was a rush.

Bob peeled out driving to the big box hardware store where David and I were
going to buy paint tomorrow. This time he drove right to the front of the
store. "Who's next?"

Dad said, "I'll go."

I said, "I'll take the shot."

Dad jumped out of the car and walked up to the front automatic sliding
doors. The place was closed. I got out to take the picture. Then we
walked back to the car instead of running.

Bob then drove to the local bank. Our bank. "Next."

David said, "I'll pose. You take the picture Dad."


Dad and David got out of the car. David was boned. He went right to the
big neon sign and started jerking himself. Dad followed taking picture
after picture. Suddenly, Bob and I both realized that David was getting
into this so much he was going to sperm. Dad did too. He kept snapping
one pic after the next. Finally, the three of us witnessed our Adonis
spurt a big load of cream. He held his hand out so that he captured his
babies. When he was finished, he took the jizz to his mouth and licked it
off his hand. Dad just kept the camera going.

David and Dad jumped back in the car. Dad threw the camera at Bob and
said, "Take pictures. I gotta cum."

Dad grabbed his man meat. He stroked fast beating his Daddy cock rough.
He started screaming, "Oh fuck. That was hot. Oh man. Watching you shoot
that load David. Watching you eat your boys. God it made me need to
spurt. Gotta spurt. Fuck Bob. I love you. I love this. Fuck. Gotta
empty my tanks. My fucking balls need release. Fuck man. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!"

Dad shot all over his belly. Bob continued to take pictures, and then
threw the camera to me as he went down on Dad's dick to clean off Dad's
cum. He then took his face and rubbed it all over Dad's hairy belly making
sure the cream covered his whole face. Bob leaned forward and kissed Dad.
I captured the unabridged romance on film.

Suddenly, Bob came back to reality fast. I saw it in his eyes. He started
the car and we drove off. We headed home at that point. That was enough
for one evening.

Bob pulled into the garage. We all got out. Said our quick goodnights and
went to our rooms.

David said to me when we closed the door. "That was wild."

"Yeah. That was something. What an evening. Wasn't it interesting how
Bob came to and peeled out of the parking lot? It's like he has
sixth-sense that we had been there long enough."

David responded, "Yeah. I noticed that too. I don't think I would want to
do that without him. Too dangerous. Buddy, you want to sl**p with me

"Really, don't you think it will be uncomfortable?"

"Naw. I've slept with plenty of women on my twin bed at school. It will
be fine. Come on. sl**p with me."

"Ok, but shouldn't we shower? I stink and we have cum all over us."

David said, "No. I want to feel your sweat. I want to feel your dried
cum. I want to wake to the smell of stale sex tomorrow morning."

"Jesus David. What's got into you?" I exclaimed.

"Nothing. If I'm going to be with a man, I want to play like men play. I
don't want to feel like I have to be perfect at every moment. Besides, I
like how you smell and taste when your body is a little rank."

Wow. David took all of this to yet another level. Man smells? How men
play? He was something else.

David got in the twin bed first and I followed. I was tired. I didn't
give much more thought to the day wrapping myself up in David's studly arms
to sl**p naked with my beefcake b*****r. Nor did I care about the women
and the twin bed reference. David was redefining our relationship to
something new. As Scarlett O'Hara said, "I can't think about that right
now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."

I never did completely understand how David's mind worked. He was a great
lesson in acceptance and patience over the years. David's sensuality was
motivating. He was an Alpha Male, Adonis, stud muffin who fucked me, cared
for me and allowed me to play and touch his incredible body in any way I
wanted. He made it easy to accept whatever his idiosyncrasies were. We
fell fast asl**p.

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David and I wakened early for once. He didn't fuck me. He didn't f***e my
mouth onto his hard morning cock. He didn't spurt a load of hot b*****r
cream into one of my orifices. He wanted to get started with the day. We
had a lot to accomplish because we only had today to finish the bedroom
project. We scarfed a quick breakfast, jumped in David's car, and drove to
the big box hardware store where I had taken pictures of Dad bared and hard
the night before.

David was in full Alpha male control mode. I didn't care. I was so happy
to be doing this project with him. I loved that my big stud b*****r wanted
to do this, wanted to be with me. He could control me all he wanted to.
Someone had to take charge. Yet, even an Alpha male needs help. On the
way to the store, he said to me, "Now, John, you are the fag. So you have
to pick out the paint colors, but I want it to be masculine." He smiled
when he said it showing that he meant nothing derogatory. He was correct.
I had better taste. After all, I am the fag.

"Ok David. I'll pick the colors. You get the rest of the painting
supplies we need. Cool?"


We arrived at the store, got a cart and proceeded directly to paint. David
went off about his business and in no time was back with everything we
needed. I selected a nice neutral light gray in flat with a two-shot
deeper shade of colorant for the trim and door in semi-gloss. If we were
going to do this, we were going to do it right.

I told David. "We have to take the extra time to put a prime coat on
before the two layers of paint. The room had been the same for many years.
You are going to be shocked at how bad it will look when we take everything
off the walls and out of the room."

David said, "Ok, if you insist." I know he was disgusted about this amount
of work, but he knew I was correct.

"Now let's get some trash bags and some boxes in case there is something we
want to save."

"I don't want to save anything." He protested.

"Let's just get them anyway. We can always use them for the estate sale.
Ok." I refuted.

"Ok." I could tell we were going to butt heads a bit today. We were both
willing to go through that drama though for the results.

We checked out. $125.00. That meant our bed was going to have to come in
under $675. It was going to be close, but we would deal with that later.

We got home. Dad and Bob were sitting at the table having coffee. "You
want some help?" Dad asked.

David said, "Not yet. Let John and I pack and throw out our stuff. We
could use help with the painting as it is a lot more complicated than I

"Ok. Let us know."

David and I took the boxes and trash bags out of the car leaving the rest
for later. Surprisingly, we both decided there was very little sentimental
value in the room so we only used one box. The rest went right to the
trash bags. Posters, old clothes to the thrift store, old toys to Toy for
Tots, and lots and lots of crap.

When it was all out, the room looked terrible. David said, "You were right
buddy. It needs all the work you said it would." I smiled. That made my

David and I picked up the first bed and took it to the basement. We piled
the second one on top. We went to the car to get the paint supplies.
Passing through the house David said, "Ok Dad, we need your help now."

I took charge here. I instructed everyone that we were going to prep the
room first; masking tape, drop clothes for the floor, unhinge the door and
set it in the hall over a drop cloth. Dad was equally dismayed at how bad
the room looked. He openly wondered if the rest of the house was going to
be this bad. I lovingly told him, "Yes, Dad the rest of the house will be
this bad."

"Now let's get the room primed. We start by trimming all the edges. Next,
we prime the trim. The ceiling gets primed next followed by the walls." I
instructed the team.

I was glad we had four people. It was done in no time flat.

"Let's have lunch." Dad said.

We took a much-needed break for lunch. Over lunch, Dad decided to become
Dad. "So guys, how much is your budget?"

David said, "$800. We are each putting up $400."

"How much did you spend in paint and supplies?"

David said cautiously because he knew where this was going, "$125."

"$675 is not going to give you two much of a bed."

"We know Dad." I said. "I thought maybe we could get a frame at the
thrift store and get a better mattress."

Dad laughed, "Look, even if you paid under $100 for a used frame, $575
won't buy you a mattress of any quality. You would be wasting your money.
Would you like some help?"

"Yes, Dad we could use some help." We sheepishly said in unison.

Dad was not pushy. He said, "I think this is a valiant effort. Why don't
we all go looking for a proper mattress and bed frame together tomorrow?
You contribute the balance of your budget and I will pay for the rest."

"Ok. Thanks Dad." I said.

"Yeah. Thanks Dad. I can see this was falling apart quickly." David

"Let's finish up the painting, then we'll clean up and go out to dinner.
We all need to get out of this house for a bit." Dad said.


We finished the painting, jumped in the shower and looked around for some
decent clothes to put on. We got in Dad's car and went to eat.

Dad took us to a nice place. It was fun for the four of us to be out and
about. Projects like that are stressful and nobody wanted to take on
making dinner after all that.

About halfway through the meal, Bob queried, "So where are you two going to
sl**p tonight?" There was a shit-eating smile on his face because he knew
we had not gotten that far in our processing.

David said, "Uh."

"Why don't you guys sl**p at my house tonight? Your Dad and I already
figured we were all going to move into my house temporarily once the estate
sale happened and the kitchen was gutted. You can stay there till the bed
arrives." Bob had a grin on his face, which I didn't understand until
David and I got to his house that night.

We all went home. David and I grabbed a few essentials from the bathroom.
We got in David's car to drive over to Bob's and I said, "Let's take our
clothes off and drive naked."

David exclaimed, "What!"

"Come on. It will be fun. When I was fucking with Bob before I introduced
him to Dad, he would drive me home naked every time. He would walk out of
his house with no clothes on, put my bike in the trunk and off we would go.
One night, he took me home from the theater and told me we were going to
play "Naked Serious Date".

"What is Naked Serious Date?" David asked.

"It is when a couple drives home naked after a date. The man gets out of
the car, opens the car for the gentleman he is dating (meaning me), and we
both walk hand in hand to the front door naked. We stand on the front
porch with the lights on and kiss as if we had clothes on. Then the man
walks back to his car drives away as the other gentleman waves goodbye from
the front porch showing full frontal to the whole neighborhood before going
inside. Naked Serious Date."

"Wow." David cried.

"Yeah David. The cool thing about that night was after Bob left I stood
and watched Mr. Taylor across the street. He was looking out the window
and obviously jacking his cock. All of a sudden Mr. Taylor stood up and
shot a load onto the window of his house. Fucking hot."

"Man, Mr. Taylor. I always thought he was a little queer."

"David, he is way queer." I laughed.

We took off our clothes and drove over to Bob's. I assured David that we
could just park in the back of the house in front of his detached garage
and enter from the back without having to put on our clothes again. He was
a little skeptical, but that is exactly what we did.

When we got inside, I remember why Bob had a smile on his face when he
invited us to stay there, the cameras and the website. Quickly my mind
raced as I figured out that David and I could broadcast or at the least
record a fuck session.

I didn't want to ask David to have sex with me. I never wanted to initiate
with David. I could initiate with Bob or Dad or some other guy, but with
David, it always had to be his move. I knew that if I became a pursuer in
our relationship, he would weird out. I decided to show him Bob's computer
equipment and see if he got the idea himself.

"David, let me show you Bob's computer set up." I demurely proclaimed.

"Ok, I've heard a little about this."

"Yeah, it is something. He has cameras set up all over the house. He has
a large subscription base to his website that loves to watch him be naked.
He has a special jackoff session once a week for VIP members where David
can see the other guys and the other guys can see David. It all ends in a
cummy mess."

"Wow, look at these cameras. They are everywhere."

"Here David, let's go in the guest room. I think we should sl**p in here
instead of in Bob's room. Look at all this computer equipment, the three
monitors, the large server; Bob must make some bucks from this. I wonder
how his clients are dealing with him dating Dad and being over at our house
all the time."

David responded, "I bet they are a little upset."

"Yeah, but I'm sure Bob still makes the scheduled VIP session." I

David said, "I'm sure he does. Do you know how to work this stuff John?"
He was caressing his growing cock.

"Yeah David. I know how to work it."

"Turn it on." David commanded.

"Do you want to broadcast, record or both?"


I turned everything on. David's cock was sticking straight out. I was
sitting at the computer desk and David was rubbing his meat against the
side of my face. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but I had to wait for
the programs to load and click all the correct settings. As soon as the
last mouse click occurred, I turned and devoured David's shaft. He took
hold of my ears and f***ed his beef organ to the back of my throat. David
eased up enough for me to not choke and to breath, and then plow, he
daggered me again.

"Suck my fuck pole, John. Take it. Yeah buddy. Make your big b*****r
feel good. Yeah, you got the nicest mouth cunt. No girl knows how to suck
cock like you buddy. Look up into my eyes buddy. Look at your big stud
b*o. You love it don't you fucker? You love sucking my man cock. I turn
you on big time. My queer little b*****r sucks his big b*****r's cock.
Fucking hot. Look at how you devour my meat. Shit man. Oh fuck John.
You are such a great cocksucker. My queer, fag, cocksucking b*****r. No
guy is as lucky as me."

David lifted me out of the chair, took me in his big arms and kissed me
hard. His tongue plunged into my willing mouth. I could now smell the
aroma of David. David had a scent he gave off when he had sex that was
different from any other man I had been with. It is hard to describe but I
can say that the smell turned me on big time. He held me tight as we
kissed and I could feel his pectoral muscles smashed against my chest. Our
cocks were sticking straight up rubbing on each other's and our bellies.

David maneuvered me over to the bed laying me down first with him getting
on top of me. I said to myself, `We are having real sex. We are not just
fucking.' We started to have the kind of sex that I had with Bob, with
Dad, and with Bob and Dad. We rolled all over the bed. We licked and
sucked each other. David sucked my cock! David spent a lot of time
lapping and imbibing on my man nipples. This action brought me to the
edge. David knew how far he could take me without me shooting a load. He
took me right to the brink before moving away from my nips to reach for the

David got up on his haunches with a big smile on his face. "I'm gonna fuck
you hard, John."

"Yeah David. Go for it. Take my hole David. It is all for you. Fill me
with you b*****r cock, David. I want you. I want your meat in me. I want
your load in me."

"That's right, John. You want your b*****r's meat don't you? Man you are
one hot fucking queer bottom. No chick cunt is as tight and has the
muscles you do, buddy."

David lifted my legs to bend me in half exposing my man-cunt. Shockingly
he went face first into my hole. His tongue f***ed its way into my butt.
I took my hands and pulled my ass cheeks farther apart to help David get
inside me with his tongue, mouth and saliva. I heard him smelling me
taking in the bouquet of my pussy. I couldn't wait to see the recording of
this because the angle would be David's strong arms pushing my legs over
me, his face in my ass, and his arse high in the air as he sat on his
flanks on the bed. He went on for a good five minutes getting my opening
relaxed and moist.

David lifted his head, moved my legs so they wrapped around his waist and
moved over me to kiss me making sure that we shared the perfumes and
nectars of my cunt. Fuck. He had never been this thorough. David was to
this point a slam, bam, thank you ma'am guy. He would f***e me to suck his
cock or fuck my hole, but after the orgasm was on about his day. Not that
I didn't know he appreciated my expertise and willingness. He hadn't been
inclined to participate in the other aspects of sex such as holding,
kissing, caressing, foreplay. Now he was spending lots of time making me
feel good as he would some chick. Now he was kissing me. Now his was
prepping my cunny with his tongue. Now he was sucking my nipples. Now he
was sucking my cock.

While David was kissing me I felt him start to lube my hole by sticking
one, then two, then three fingers inside to prep my butt. He got off the
bed standing next to it. He was still rock hard even though he had not
touched his cock for a long time because both of his hands were taking care
of me. He appropriated my waist pulling me toward him. He lifted my legs
placing my feet on his pecs. The feeling of the soles of my feet resting
on the muscled mounds on his chest sent a shiver down my spine with
excitement. Then he took his fuck tool and jammed it hard into my gut all
at once. I screamed. This was contrary to the gentleness of the
preparation, but he was the man and my hole was his.

"It's ok baby. Relax. Big b*****r is gonna take care of you. Just feel
my cock in there. Relax those ass muscles. Yeah. There you go baby.
You're ready for me now, aren't you?"

"Yes David. I'm ready. Fuck me."

And he did.

David fucked me hard for at least fifteen minutes. Sometimes he was slow.
Sometimes he was fast. Sometimes he was kissing me. Sometimes he was way
back looking down at my late teen body. He brought his dick almost
completely out of my cunt. I would feel so empty when he did that. Then
he would plow back into me as I felt his pubs on my ass cheeks. He took
has hands touching my whole torso moving up on my pecs, playing with my
nips, rubbing my arms. David was making love to me.

Eventually, it was clear David couldn't take it any longer. He started to
rapidly fire his dick into me. He moaned, screamed, cursed... His body
vibrated. His muscles tightened. In the last few seconds, he was
screaming `fuck'. I felt his shaft widened stretching my bowels that extra
amount and then a blast, his babies were unloading into me. David was
impregnating my cunt. I watched his powerful body spasm, his head throwing
itself back, his biceps bulge as he held my thighs forcing my ass as close
to him as possible. What a fucking hot man stud.

David demanded, "Jack yourself off, John while I'm still inside you. I
want to see you spurt. I want to feel your hole tighten around my man cock
while I'm still hard."

I was more than happy to obey. I jacked furiously. It didn't take but a
minute. I shot copious loads of jizz all the way to my face. When I was
finished, David pulled out and body slammed down on top of me mixing my cum
onto his torso. He started to kiss me again holding me with his stout
arms. I had died and gone to heaven. What was with him? Who the fuck
cares? I'll take it.

David finally got off me to go pee. I lay there as one satisfied cunt.
Before he got back, I did jump up for a minute and turned off the recording
part of the computer. I left the cameras on.

When he came back in, he pulled the sheets and blanket up over us, moved me
over to my side, and snuggled up in a spoon to go to sl**p. I heard his
hot breath in my ear and felt it on my neck. Just like a man, he was
asl**p in seconds. I wasn't far behind, but the girl did lay there for a
few minutes appreciating what had just happened.

If anyone was watching on the website, they had quite a show. I would love
to know the statistics of how many other cocks shot a big creamy load
around the world during that scene.

Morning came fast. "Come on sl**py head. Get up. We got a big day
again." David cajoled. "Let's get a shower and get back over to the
house. Dad's gonna help us buy a bed. We need to be on our best behavior
including on time."

Fuck. He was right. David and I showered together to be faster; however,
it was just a shower, no sex. We had to walk back to the car naked because
we forgot about bringing our clothes with us. We put the clothes on in the
car and drove back over to our home.

Bob and Dad were already having breakfast. "The food is on the stove.
Just get it yourself." Dad said it with a big grin as it was so obvious we
had being fucking around even though we were clean and well-groomed. One
can always tell, we were still a little spacy and disheveled.

We piled on the eggs, bacon, potatoes on a plate and sat down with Bob and

Bob smiled and queried, "So... how was your night?"

As if, he didn't know.

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Dad, Bob, David and I jumped into the car to go buy a bed. Yes, this time
we wore clothes. Mattress and bed shopping is the worst of all possible
shopping experiences. Over the years, I have never been shopping for those
items where I didn't think I was dealing with the sleaziest people on the
planet; and not sleazy in a good way like me your basic homosexual,
multi-partner, gang-banged, cocksucking, cum dump whore/slut.

After several stores, the four of us settled on a good quality high-end
mattress and a mid-priced bed frame and headboard. We also bought a
matching small chest of drawers for our t-shirts, socks and underwear. The
bed delivery would be in a couple of days. I would be the only one home to
receive it since the rest of our group was going back to work tomorrow.

I was returning to work tonight. It was strange that I had that time off
over July 4th weekend because that is a busy time at the theater. Usually,
everyone is on duty over that period. The Universe must have played its
hand because of the important things that happened over the weekend.

In two days, I had been team fucked by my b*****r, my father and my
father's boyfriend. The four of us had jacked off naked in a public park
during the fireworks display. We had exposed ourselves in a drive-thru
burger joint and other public businesses around town. My b*****r had
jacked, shot a load and ate his cum in front of our bank while our naked
father took pictures. Our father proposed to his boyfriend that they live
together. I figured out that our Dad was always gay, but wanted a f****y
more than a man. My b*****r suddenly became affectionate toward me instead
of just using me as a cum dump for his huge cock and studly body. Not that
I objected to being a cum dump for him you understand.

On top of the ardor my b*****r was expressing, he wanted to buy a double
bed so that we could sl**p together and he could more comfortably fuck
me. My b*****r and I bought the bed with the help of our Dad and while
waiting for the double bed delivery we had sex at my father's boyfriend's
home broadcasting the whole act over the World Wide Web.

That was a lot. I was glad to be heading back to work because my head was
swimming from all the experiences.

Work was uneventful. I walked back to Bob's house to sl**p, as it was
supposed to be a couple of days before the bed would be delivered. I took
my shirt off. It was a wonderful summer evening and, if I couldn't be
completely nude in public, I could at least bare my chest. There is
nothing like the feel of the warm summer night air against a nude torso.

David was already asl**p when I got to the house. I quietly tiptoed into
the house dropping my clothes at the door. I went to the bathroom to brush
my teeth and pee.

I walked into the guest room and David was slumbering soundly. He had left
the blanket and sheets at the end of the bed exposing his magnificent, lean
muscle 20-year-old body.

The picture of him that night is imbedded in my mind forever. David has
become more handsome and more sensuous with age as many men do; however,
that moment in time with the softness of the skin of youth, the light chest
hair over his large pectoral mounds, the bubble-butt ass, the soft cock
laying to the side with his big balls hanging between his thighs. I will
always appreciate the fact that I got to be a part of that body then and
for years to come.

I crawled into bed attempting not to move the mattress too much while
simultaneously pulling up the sheets and blanket over us. I didn't snuggle
next to him continuing my policy of letting my b*****r be in control.
David rolled over, scooted next to me dr****g his strong arm over my side
pulling my back to his sturdy chest and pushing is cock to my butt. He
kissed me softly on the back of my neck.

"Mmmmmm, hey babe. I missed you tonight. I'm glad you're home. I longed
for your naked body next to mine." David purred.

I just laid there enjoying the moment smelling the clean musk of a man.

"Big Dave and the twins would love to get warm. Would you like that babe?
Would you like to take care of them?" David's dick was in full bloom now.
I pushed my anus against the underside of his cock. Abso-fucking-lutely I
wanted to take care of them I thought and indicated such by moving my
comely body as close to him as possible.

"Oh David. Yeah. Give me your cock."

David rolled over for a second to get the lube off the nightstand. He
deftly got some lube on his fingers and started moistening my hole. He did
the same to his cock. He gently pushed his muscle into my love canal,
which was a sure sign that he was going to fuck me hard and fast. I opened
up for him with no strain. He rolled me over onto my stomach with him
following attached to my rump. He then took three fingers of the non-lubed
hand inserting them into my mouth clasping down on my jaw.

David whispered with a hard shove of his meat inside me for emphasis, "You
ready fucker."

"Yeah man. Fuck me now!" I proclaimed.

Bam. David started slamming his meat into me. He held my jaw while taking
his lips and biting on the back and side of my neck. There was going to be
some serious evidence tomorrow. I could just hear those cackling girls at
work teasing me about my hickey.

Bam. I could hardly breathe. David loved to fuck me in this position. He
enjoys the domination of the simple missionary position with his girls. We
were certainly in a missionary position except my face was smothered into
the pillow and my cock was squished against the sheets.

Bam. We never moved from the starting point. David wanted a load in me
now. The feeling of strength this man had to overpower me with his
intoxicating manliness knew no bounds. I could care less about being in
various positions and movements when being topped by my stud b*****r. He
could missionary me until I became a servant of the Lord for all I cared.
He could breed me daily for the rest of my life and I would feel it was a
life well lived.

With him, I didn't care about orgasm. I didn't care about passion. I
didn't care about lovemaking. I had that with him, but even if I didn't,
this man had that something rare in men; a sexuality that permeated logic
and would melt the strongest.

Bam. I felt David's rocket widen as his boys were preparing to blast off.

Bam. David's lubricious act culminated with the warm feeling of college
jizz inseminating my cunt. His heart was pounding on my back. The bl**d
was flowing through his veins at lightning speed. When he regained an
amount of composure, he rolled us back over on our sides from which we had
started. He let go of my jaw. He continued to affectionately kiss my neck
ever so slowly as I felt him start to nod off. The last thing he said to
me that night was, "Thank you buddy. I love you."

I didn't say a word. I know he was almost asl**p when he said it. I knew
I loved him too; however, I was not in love with him. I wanted him
whenever he wanted me so much so that I never cared about my own cock as
long as David got what he wanted. I didn't even shoot a load that night.
My orgasm was having him orgasm.

I had a small tear roll down my cheek as I thought about what he said along
with the joy I was having with him, my Dad and Bob. I was a lucky man.
David left his cock in me as we fell asl**p.

The next morning David was gone before I woke up. He had to work. I
crawled out of bed with my butt hole dripping David's man fluid down my
thighs. I aborted the babies and headed to the kitchen to scrounge up
something to eat.

I was looking in the refrigerator with my ass sticking out when Bob came in
the back door.

"Nice ass." Bob exclaimed.

"Hey, Bob. Good morning. What are you doing here?" I said as I turned to
greet him. Bob was naked walking in his kitchen door.

Bob's brain works different from others. Here is Bob's thought pattern
regarding whether or not to wear clothes.

`My car is in the garage here at my boyfriend's. I'm going over to my
house. I can get in my car naked because it is in the garage where no one
can see. I can get out of my car naked at my house because it is
semi-private and my neighbors are used to seeing me naked even in broad
daylight. Therefore, I don't need to wear clothes between my boyfriend's
house and my house as I am not stopping in between.'

I said it was a thought pattern. I never said it was logical.

"I needed to come home to get some clothes for work." Bob responded.

"I thought you had moved into our house." I ribbed.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Your Dad and I have fallen fast for each other,
haven't we?" Bob commented with a hint of angst.

"Bob, it's nice. You're both happy so what's the problem?" I said.

"There's no problem, John. I am in love with your father. It still takes
a little getting used to not playing around as much." Bob came right up to
me during that comment as squeezed my balls and kissed me on the mouth.

"Bob, Dad doesn't want exclusivity. The three of us fuck at least once a
week. David, Dad and you breed me in the backyard on July 4th. Dad's just
cool. No strings."

"I know, John. I just want to find a balance. This is all new to me. I've
never been in a relationship."

We sat down to breakfast and changed the subject. There wasn't much more
that could be said. I could see how this would be a bit of challenge for
Bob; however, Bob was a good man. He would figure it out.

Bob had to find his balance in being with my Dad and playing with other men
with or without my Dad. Dad did not require as much variety, or at least
that is the impression he gives. My intuition about Dad, though, was he
was more slutty than he was willing to admit. The apple doesn't fall far
from the tree. If Dad is the tree with two whore apples, then Dad is
probably a ho too.

"John, I have a proposal for you."

"What Bob?"

"I would like for you to come to work for the hotel I manage."

"Really, why?"

"I've been thinking about how you could get more money for college and, I
thought, why doesn't John do what I did to make my way? Become a whore."
He laughed when he said it, but I also know he was serious.

Speaking of being a whore. "I don't know Bob. Isn't that a little
dangerous?" My dick defied my objection as it started to get hard thinking
about sucking off businessmen in hotel rooms.

"Yeah. There is some risk, but I know the ropes and I can teach you. On a
good night, you could make a few hundred dollars. How much do you make a
night at the theater?"

"I work about five hours a day. I get $10 per hour because I am closer so
$50 minus taxes. About $42 dollars a night." I cringed at the thought of
what I just said.

"At the hotel, you would start at $8.50 per hour. You would work an
eight-hour shift plus tips with the potential for overtime. The room
service person keeps his tip money. There is no sharing with the rest of
the staff. Therefore, you would easily make $100 per shift, even without
putting out." Bob explained.


Bob continued. "Now if you milk the cow of the needy businessman, you're
going to get at least another $100 in your pocket for little work. Most of
these guys are so horned they cum in a few minutes with a blow job. If
they want to fuck you, you have to charge a lot more. You understand this
is faster for them than getting on rentboy or grindr or men4rentnow.
You're right there. They know what they are going to get. You love to
suck cock and be fucked. You want to go to college with as much money as
possible. It's a no brainer in my opinion."

I sat there nonplussed. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. I saw
the dollar signs. I saw the potential. I even saw that it was a good
start into the hospitality industry even without my blowjob experience.
"Ok Bob. I'm willing to do it. I have one request though."

"What John?" Bob queried.

"This will mean that I won't be able to have dinner with Dad most nights.
We made a commitment when everyone left the house that the two of us would
always have dinner together. Would you promise me that you would have
dinner with him every night that you are not working? I don't want to
leave him alone."

I almost wanted to cry. I could see that this was a new transition. I had
to take this job regardless. Dad would understand, but I'm his last. He
lost the two girls permanently. I don't want him to ever feel like he has
lost me. I also made a mental note to have a conversation with David about

Bob smiled knowing how much I loved my Dad and how much I was concerned
about him being lonely, "John, you never have to worry about that. I will
always be home for dinner when I can."

Just then, my phone rang. I looked on the screen and didn't recognize the


"Hey, this is Joe Geovanni. I got a delivery. I got a delivery of some
furniture. I'm parked in your driveway but no one answered the door."

"Oh, Joe. We weren't expecting you today. I can be home in ten minutes.
Will that work?"

"Yeah. Cool. We'll wait."

"Be right there." I hung up the phone.

"Bob the furniture is here."

"Jesus, let's get over there fast." Bob said. He got up and walked out
the door.

"Aren't you gonna put on some shorts?"

"If you insist." He annoyingly responded.

We grabbed some shorts but nothing else. We were barefoot and bare
chested. We raced over to the house. There backed in the driveway was a
shorter moving truck with "Joe Geovanni and Son Moving Co." painted on the
side. Joe and, obviously, his son were leaning on the truck talking when
we pulled up in front of the house.

As we walked up to introduce ourselves, I quickly scanned them both out.
Joe was about 5'10", weighed in easily at 260 lbs. of muscle and belly. He
had classic blue-collar looks. His face was three-day growth unshaven.
His biceps, forearms and hands were huge from owning a moving company. I
figured he was in his mid-forties.

His son was a little muscle fireplug about 5'6" and 200 lbs. of slab meat.
He was about 25. He clearly was a gym rat. He had on a tight t-shirt that
stretched over his lats, pec muscles, and biceps. He was perfectly
proportioned with a big upper body and tree trunks for legs. As I got
closer, I saw that his nipples poked out of the t-shirt almost a ½ inch
or more.

Dad had on a more conventional buttoned work shirt with "Joe" written on
the front. The son's t-shirt read "Joey". I dared not look at Bob because
I'm sure he was having as much trouble as I was not letting his tongue hang

"Hi, I'm Joe and this is my son, Joey." We all shook hands.

"Hi, I'm John and this is Bob. Let me get the door unlocked and show you
the room the stuff is going in." I detected that both Joe and Joey were
checking us out being shirtless and shoeless and probably wondering what
was going on.

We walked to the front door. I opened it and the four of us proceeded to
my room.

Joe said, "Ok. Where do you want the bed?"

I responded, "Along this wall here."

"And the chest?"

"On this wall, Joe."

Joe directed. "Ok, Joey. Let's bring it through the front door; looks
easiest that way." They turned and walked out of the house to their truck.

Bob and I looked at each other. Now we could let our jaws drop. "What do
you think, John? Should we make a play? I got a little time before I have
to be at work." Bob asked.

"Well, it might help with your balance issues." I joked referring to our
earlier conversation about Dad and Bob's open relationship.

Joe and Joey brought the bedframe in first setting it up exactly how I
wanted it. Even before the rest of the furniture was placed, I knew that
this was going to be a great room for my b*****r, David, and I to enjoy.

Bob and I stood and watched the proceedings. We never left the bedroom.
Witnessing their muscles tighten, stretch and lithe bringing in the box
spring and then the mattress were intoxicating. Joe and Joey were sweating
by this time. I could see the wetness start to stain their shirts under
their arms wondering what it would be like to bury my nose to smell their
stink followed by sticking out my tongue allowing the sweet/salty palate of
man perspiration to permeate my taste buds. This would be on top of the
ultimate fantasy of nursing Joey's protruding man tits in my mouth. My
fantasy would be to sit on his lap naked like a little boy feeling his hard
cock under my ass. I would engorge on his mammary until I shot a load
cream on his belly and mine.

Finally, father and son wheeled the chest of drawers in on a dolly placing
it in the exact spot I asked them. I was so enamored with the father/son
tag team that I could hardly appreciate the achievement that David and I
had accomplished with the room remodel.

Bob was the bold one. I witnessed his aggressiveness in finding out their
story. I knew that I needed to take notes if I was going to learn the
ropes at my new job of being a room service maître d' for food, cock,
ass and tongue. "Joe, I must ask you. What is you guys' story?"

Joe responded with a smile, "I wanted to ask you the same thing."

Bob was blunt. "John here is my boyfriend's son. This is their house.
John shares this room with his straight b*****r, David, who wanted a double
bed so he could fuck John easier than with the twin beds here before.
John's Dad just invited me to move into the house with him, John and David.
You go."

Joe was a little dumbfounded at Bob's forthright honesty, but went right
back at him. "Joey is my son. We are both gay and we are in a
relationship together. Joey's mom left when he was young because I was
gay. I raised Joey. About five years ago, we had sex for the first time.
We had been best buds and finally decided to take the relationship to the
next level. We own this business together, we live together and we fuck
together. Any questions?"

Bob replied, "Yeah, you got time to fuck now?"

Joe answered by approaching Bob putting one of his big paws behind Bob's
head pulling Bob's lips to his. As Joe starts to insert his tongue in
Bob's mouth, he unbuttoned Bob's shorts with the other hand allowing them
to fall to the floor releasing Bob's rigid cock already producing lots of

Joey comes to me, doing the exact same thing. It is about to get real
heavy in this room fast, but I break the action for just one second while I
have half a clear head. "Guys, we have to move to Bob and Dad's room. I
want to christen my new bed with my b*****r."

I put a hand to Joey's butt leading him down the hall to the master suite.
When we got in the bedroom, Joey grabbed me pushing me down on the bed. He
took my head forcing my mouth onto his clothed nipples. "I saw you
drooling over my nips fucker. Suck `em." I did.

"Oh yeah buddy. Suck my man breasts. Nurse on them. Make that t-shirt
nice and wet with your slobbering juices. I want to show off your saliva
stains around my nipples the rest of the workday. You're a fucking tit
whore, aren't you buddy? You want a man's tits. You want to satisfy a
real man; a beefy dude. I bet your straight b*****r is a big stud. He's
just like me. You worship him, don't you fucker? I bet you will do
anything for him, won't you fucker?"

Jesus, am I that transparent? I had to begin to admit that I was getting
more turned on by guys that were bigger than me. David was my body size,
but he had easy twenty more pounds of muscle than I did. Bob was a little
shorter than I with a naturally thick body. Dad's body was bigger than
Bob, David or me. Dad was a mid-forties, lean, trim, hairy muscle daddy.
Phil had been bigger than I partly because I wasn't fully grown when I
started playing with him. Then there's big Matt. I saw a trend.

Joey wasn't as tall but man he was built like a brick shithouse. I tore
into those nips as if the world was ending. I worked on releasing his
sperm gun for the confines of his blue jeans. Once his pants were around
his ankles, I lifted the bottom of his t-shirt sending it over his head
revealing a completely shaven bodybuilder chest and a rock hard six-pack.
I pushed him back for just a second to take it all in.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fucking hot. I know it. You know it. You can worship
me another day. We got another job we got to get to, get down on my cock
and started sucking boy. I want to release a load." Joey demanded.

I fell to my knees, opened my gobbler and swallowed his baby maker to the
pubs. At the same time, I f***ed his cock into me by placing my hands on
his hard gluts moving them back and forth between his massive thighs and
his baseball catcher's ass. This guy had done a ton of squats in the gym,
but I had done a ton of squatting in front of man meat. I vacuumed his
protrusion knowing that there was one thing on this colossal fucker's mind
– shoot babies into willing face cunt.

Joey didn't last long. I'm sure he wanted to take more time but he was
trying to be the responsible son and not make them late for their next
drop. He pushed me off his cock commanding, "Stick out your tongue fucker.
I'm gonna cream your face. I wanna see my jizz painting. I wanna... oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh... fffffffuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Joey's body vibrated and trembled. I watched his pectoral muscle tighten.
As he came, he started beating his chest with his other fist, both sides
and right on his hardened, distended nips. He was obviously into his nips
and probably tit torture. I would be more than willing to suck and bite is
areolas as much as he wanted. His cum coated my face. I wish we had been
at Bob's so that I could have recorded the ropes of hot man juice flying
through the air and landing on my piggy bottom mug. Once the last remnants
dribbled down onto the carpet, he grabbed my head and f***ed his still
rigid pillar back into my mouth for cleanup.

Meanwhile, next to Joey and I, Bob's legs were high in the air as Joe
pounded his hole. Joe had lowered his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, but
he was not naked like Bob. It was hot to see this brawny male brute
semi-clothed, his nipples and stomach protruding out from the opening of
his work shirt against the nude and vulnerable Bob. Clearly, Joe was not
nearly as concerned about on-time performance to the next job.

Bob was a whore in heaven. "Yeah fuck me. Make me your bitch Joe. You
fucking hot man stud. Plow my ass. Oh fuck man. You are one big stud.
Give me that cock. Split me open fucker. I want that cock. Give me that
man cock, fucker. Yeah Joe. I can feel your hard muscle stretching my
hole, making me your cunt. Breed me, asshole. Breed me. Give your man
cream. Make me your queer bitch."

Bob was such a slut. Obviously, he was getting his balance back.

"Take my pussy. You're the man Joe. You're the stud. Fuck me. Cream in
me. Paint my innards. I wanna walk bowlegged all day. Queer me buddy.
Queer my hole. Oh fuck Joe. Give it to me now. Release those babies from
your sweaty balls. Take them on their swimming lesson. I don't know how
much more I can take. God I need your cream so bad. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Oh fuck."

Bob couldn't take it another second. He shot a huge load all over his
little hairy belly. Bob was telling the truth. He couldn't take it
another second because he was always so good at self-control. He knew that
a good bottom always cums second. This left him post-orgasmic and still
getting man fucked by the moving company daddy. But not for long because
with Bob's orgasm came that luscious tightening of his anal muscles, which
in turn f***ed Joe's huge cock to explode into the bowels of Bob's gut.
Joe's body shuddered as his spasm launched one rope after another.

I was still on my knees holding onto Joey's tree trunk legs watching his
magnificent stud dad breed my friend. My dick spurted onto the carpet.
These three almost simultaneous climaxes left all of us weak. Joey
continued to play with his tits. Joe collapsed onto Bob his tongue diving
straight into Bob's mouth in a fit of appreciation and afterglow passion.

Joey brought everyone back to reality, "Dad, we got to go."

Joe responded, "Oh, fuck. Yeah. I guess." He pulled out of Bob's hole
leaving a vacancy at the hotelier's inn.

Bob said, "Fuck. I gotta go too. Thanks guys. John, get their number.
We gotta do this again." Bob kissed me on the lips and within seconds, I
heard his car start and peel out down the street.

Joe and Joey weren't as rushed but they left shortly after thank yous,
phone number confirmations and promises. Joe did not wipe off Bob's cum
from his belly or Bob's ass juice off his cock. He pulled up his pants.
He was like me wanting to feel the sex all day.

That left me alone in the house. I hadn't been alone in the house in a
while. I took a shower first. Then, I put the new sheets in the washer to
get them soft before making the bed. I stared at our new bedroom. It was
beautiful. I could not wait for David to get home this afternoon for us to
break in our nest.

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I texted David after I regained some composure from the morning furniture
and cum delivery of Joe Geovanni and Son Moving Company. I told him the
bed had arrived. He sent a text back expressing surprise saying that he
would be home at 3:00 and be ready.

About 2:15, I laid down to take a nap. Between David bitch fucking me last
night and Joey cock whipping me this morning, I needed some rest. I knew
David would be home soon and I wanted to be at the top of my game.

"Hey baby, I'm home." David whispered as he leaned over the bed lightly
kissing me awake. "You look beautiful there in our new bedroom."

"Oh. Hi David." I moved tentatively regaining consciousness. I propped
myself up on my elbows. "Isn't it lovely?" I was referencing the bedroom
set, but I was also referring to my naked stud b*****r standing next to the
bed with dirty hands and face from laboring outside all day in the soil.
His meat was sticking straight out. I could smell the hard day's work of
perspiration from two feet away.

I wondered if he was going to take me now or wait until he showered. My
idea was that he should shower and we could have a magnificent afternoon of
lovemaking on our brand new bed and sheets. I could be such a foolish
romantic girl sometimes.

"Get on my cock, bitch. I want you to smell a real man." I scrambled to
my knees by the bed. Obviously, romance was not on this afternoon's David
agenda and the David agenda was the one that counted.

"That's it baby. Don't you like that? Smell all that dirt. You love the
aroma of a dude after he worked hard all day. Look at that cock of yours.
That tells the whole story. Hard as a rock. You want me. You want my
dominance. You want to make love to my monster, don't you fucker? Lick my
balls. Taste that sweat and grime. Oh baby. You're good. No other woman
I know can take care of me like you do."

David was roughly grabbing my hair and head with his grubby hands. I could
feel the muck transferring onto my body. I would be filthy in many ways
before this was over. This was the second time today I had been blue
collared by a young stud. I had to admit it was super hot. The whiff of
his body turned me into a pig a****l. I wanted David to use me, fuck me,
make me his bitch. He was the man.

"That's right baby. Get your man's plow good and moist. You know where
it's going. It's going in your cunt. Your man's cock needs to blast one
out inside you. You're my little cum dump. You're my little whore. Fuck,
you are so hot man. You are the best pig in the world."

David took my mouth from his tool moving my head under his balls. "Lick my
balls, boy. Make my babies know you want them bad. Show them some love.
They need to know that you want them. They'll give you more if they know
you want them inside you. You want more of my cream? You want more of my
babies? Yeah, fucker. I know you do. You live for your big b*o's jizz.
You have your whole life. Think of the amount of man cum you have
swallowed in this room in your short eighteen-year-old life. You were born
for cum, buddy. You were born to take care of big b*o's cum. I love you
baby. I love you so much."

There he goes again, but I wasn't paying any attention. He was right. I
wanted what was inside those hairy low hangers.

Suddenly, David pushed me away from his sack taking a belly flop onto our
new bed. He spread his legs wide and commanded. "Get your tongue in their
fucker. Eat out my hole."

This was new. He hadn't asked me do to that before. I had no objection.
It was another way to relish his daylong manliness. Oh God, it was fucking
amazing. I dove into his ass spreading his bubble cheeks so that I could
get my tongue in there as far as possible. The smell was intoxicating. It
was one entire summer day of hard labor stink. I was working my tongue,
but I was also attempting to have as much of the scent transferred to my
face. That way when I was flipped over and fucked, I could still smell his
taint and ass crack deep into my nostrils. I had never been to this region
of my b*****r's anatomy. Feeling the tightness of those amazing gluts on
my face was a new phenomenal sensation. I pigged so intensely that I
thought I would cum without touching my cock.

David sensed that I could juice from this single act of anolinguist, so he
turned over in mid-rim. My tongue felt like its dinner was taken away
before it was full.

"Come on baby. It's time to sit on your b*****r's cock. Come right up
here and spread your cheeks wide. That's it baby. I'm gonna lie here and
you are gonna bounce up and down on my fuck pole. Oh yeah baby. That
feels so good. Let me get some lube up there buddy. Get you nice and
greased for easy entry. Oh yeah, look how effortlessly my cock is
disappearing deep into your cunt. You love to open up for me, don't you
b*o? Feel good baby? Feel that hard meat? You're almost there buddy.
Your ass cheeks are almost to my pubs. Oh yeah. There you are, buddy.
It's all the way in. Now isn't that nice? Don't you love having my
sausage up there? Yeah, I know you do. Look at your face. You're gone
buddy. You're in another dimension. Your eyes are glazed over. Your
mouth is wide open just like your pussy. Lean down here buddy and give
your ole' b*o a big kiss. That's it buddy. Give me some tongue. Oh yeah.
I can taste my ass juices on your tongue. Fuck man. That's hot. Now sit
up straight baby. Let me see those pretty titties bounce up and down while
you hump me. You like your titties played with, don't you fucker? Yeah,
feel my rough, dirty, filthy hands working your titties. Come on buddy.
Keep bouncing on your b*****r's cock. That's it. Don't stop now fucker.
Yeah, nothing like a man mauling his girl's titties and fucking her cunt to
get him off. Bounce fucker. Bounce. Up and down. There you go buddy.
Look at that face. You're gone buddy. You're on another fucking planet.
Oh yeah man. You're gonna make your old b*o cum in you. You want my cum
fucker? You want my seed? Yeah, I know you do. You live for my fucking
seed. That's it baby. Work those ass muscles. Tighten up around my shaft
fucker. Give my boys a reason to blast. Yeah fucker. Make me shoot
fucker. Make my boys go. You made love to them earlier. They know you
love them. They know you want them in you. They're ready to be inside
you. They want to be inside you fucker. Yeah baby. Yeah John. They're
coming baby. They're almost ready fucker. Come on fucker bounce. Work
that ass. Make them know you want it. That's it. They know now. They
know you want them. Here they cum fucker. Here cum my boys. Oh Yeah. Oh
fuck. Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

David's boys did what they were told to do. They shot right up in my love
channel. I know it sounds crazy but I felt them impregnate me. Oh my
fucking God. That was the hottest pig sex of my life. My nipples were
raw. There was sweat pouring down my forehead and my body. I didn't think
I could take it another minute but David wanted more.

"Yeah baby. Now grab your cock and shoot your babies on me. I wanna see
them cum out of your piss hole. I'm gonna play with your nipples some more
while you pound away. Come on fucker. Let me see it. Let me see that b*o
cock of yours shoot. I want that cream on my six-pack to drink. Give it
to me fucker. Give it to me now. Yeah. That's it fucker. Oh yeah.
That's beautiful. Look at that cream. Look at my little baby b*****r's
man juice shooting out of its shaft. Fucking hot man. Fucking damn hot."

I shot my load right onto his furry, taut abs. Before I had even finished
my orgasm, David scoped up my cream with his dirty hand and licked his
fingers. He took more of my jizz with his now wet hand smearing the rest
on my face. When I looked in the mirror later, I had a dried muddy cream
facial. David may not be queer, but he was sure queer for me. Wow. Fuck.
Jesus Christ.

I could not sit up another second. All energy drained from my body. I
fell forward onto his chest nuzzling my face to his neck. He took his
brawny arms around me and pulled me tight. His dick plopped out of my ass
giving me needed relief and emptiness at the same time.

"Come up here baby. Give your b*****r a big kiss. That's it. Show me how
much you love me. Show me how much you appreciate me. There you go boy.
I love you, John."

We kissed for several minutes exchanging my jizz back and forth with our
tongue. Finally, I let go of his lips. We laid there for several minutes
in each other's arms. What an experience! We broke in that bed good. I
looked over at the time. It was 4 PM. I couldn't believe it but I was
going to have to end this. I had to get dinner on the table for Dad, get
the sheets in the wash for sl**ping tonight, and we both needed a shower
before Dad arrived.

"Come on David. We have to get ready for Dad. I want to show off this new
bedroom to him and not in the way it looks at the moment."

"Ok baby. I'll get up. You get in the shower. I'll take the sheets down
and get them in the laundry. You start dinner while I shower so we are
ready for a nice meal. You're right. Dad deserves to see this all nice
and pretty since he helped us so much with it."

Dad got home around 5:30. I was making dinner for us. He yelled that he
was home going directly to his bedroom to take off his clothes.

This is a reminder that the four of us never wear clothes in the house.
All of us drop trou as fast as we can upon coming home. Even if I fail to
mention it, you can rest assured that every event that takes place in our
home, unless noted otherwise, David, Dad, Bob and I are butt naked. Nudity
is the default setting. We all know it takes effort to change the default
setting, which we don't like to do; put on clothes.

I had shut our bedroom door because I wanted to show Dad the beautiful new
bedroom for David and me.

"Hey buddy, why is your bedroom door shut? You never shut the door." Dad
said as he came into the kitchen giving me a light kiss on the cheek and
stroking my shoulder.

"Dad, the guys came today with the bed. I wanted to show it to you instead
of you looking in by yourself."

"Really? That was fast. Let's go see it. David, you want to go see it?"
Dad asked.

David was sitting in the living room watching some television. "Naw, Dad.
Let John show you. It will be nice for you to see it with just him."

Dad and I walked to my bedroom. I opened the door. I was so happy and
proud with the way the room turned out and how the furniture looked.

"Wow. It looks fantastic, John." Dad complimented.

"Isn't it wonderful, Dad? Thank you." I moved toward him giving him a big
hug. I nuzzled my face into his hairy chest and held him tight. I could
feel his bare cock on my lower abdomen. I started to cry.

"Hey, buddy. What's up? Why you crying?"

"I'm just happy Dad. I want to thank you so much for helping out with the
cost of all this. It would never have turned out this nice without you."

"You're welcome." Dad replied.

"Dad, this was David's idea. It wasn't mine. You know we have always
gotten along, but this project took our relationship to a dimension I don't
quite comprehend." Dad and I had sat on the edge of the bed by this point.
He put his big arm around me cupping my body under his armpit and bicep.

"What do you mean?" Dad asked.

"Dad, David has been incredibly affectionate toward me. When we have sex,
it is as if he is making love to me. It's the kind of sex you and I had
when you made love to me the night of my eighteenth birthday. I'm
wondering just how straight David is and what this is all about."

Dad held me for a few minutes before responding. He needed to think about
this one. "John, I think that David is straight. I think he will
eventually settle down with a woman. In the meantime, he has found in you
something more than just dipping his cock in the next cunt. It could be
he's practicing affection. He is very butch. It takes a lot for him to
express emotion. He didn't even want to come with us to see the new
bedroom set. Maybe he needs this. Is there a problem?"

"No, Dad. There is no problem other than I love him, but I am not in love
with him. I will always be at his beckoned call sexually and otherwise,
but I don't want a relationship with him like you and Bob have."

"Don't worry, son. I don't think there is that possibility. I don't
always fathom David's thinking and I never have. I let go of attempting to
figure him out and his motives a long time ago. I just accept what he is
presenting at the time. It changes. He has been that way all his life.
Have fun with it. He's a hot stud. A lot of b*****rs would give anything
to have the type of friendship and fuck buddy status you two have."

Dad continued to hold me tight. The warmth of his naked body next to mine
made everything all right with the world. Dad said that he was never able
to comprehend how David thought either. This information gave me great
relief because I thought I was the only one that didn't understand David.

Dad patted me on the thigh and said, "We got to eat dinner if you are going
to get to work on time and me to the gym."


We headed back to the kitchen to take the food to the table. As we sat
down, I wondered if I should bring up the other events of the day or not.
Should I talk about Bob's job offer? Should I talk about Bob being fucked
by the daddy mover and me sucking off his son? I decided that I would talk
about the job offer. I thought it was Bob's responsibility to talk about
our moving experience this morning.

"Dad, Bob offered me a job today at the hotel." David's ears perked up but
he kept on eating.

"Ok." He said hesitantly.

"Yeah. He wants me to start in room service."

"Room service or ROOM SERVICE?" He joked with caution.

I laughed. Dad was familiar with how Bob made extra money to put him
through college. He worked in room service for a major hotel with lots of
businessmen as guests. He got many extra tips by delivering food first,
mouth, cock, and ass second. There was a lot of money in the second part
of the provisioning. "Both Dad. He wants me to make more money. He wants
me to have more money to go to school."

"I know. His motives are very pure and only in your interests. I'm not
sure how comfortable I am with my son becoming a prostitute."

David interrupted, "A prostitute? Bob wants my b*****r to be a
prostitute!" He was a little defensive in a `don't fuck with my b*****r

I responded, "David, Bob worked in room service at a major hotel making
money to go to college. He discovered that he could make extra money on
the side by sucking off single businessman who stayed at the hotel. It
didn't start out that way, but as a gay man one as a sixth-sense about
guys. We know the ones that can be had. Bob perfected it to an art form.
By the time he went to college, he had enough money to pay for the whole
thing as his parents could not afford him an education."

"Wow. That never occurred to me. John, you can see why both Dad and I
would be a little concerned."

"Yeah. I understand. I'm not sure either; however, I am already a cock
slut. It seems like the next logical step." I had a big smile when I said
that and we all had a hearty, if slightly uncomfortable laugh.

I continued. "Dad, regardless of whether or not I become a cock whore, it
is a good opportunity. I can make more money. I'm guaranteed more hours
than I have been at the theater. Also, there is advancement possible in
the hotel business. Working for our little movie house, I'm as advanced as
I am ever going to be unless I bought the place."

Dad understood. "I get that. You are also eighteen, so I can express my
opinion, but you have to make the final decision. I still want you to go
to school though. I fear that you will get so involved in the hotel
business you will forget to pursue a degree."

"Dad, I promise to get a degree. I've been thinking about that too. Would
you mind if I went to the community college here in town for my first two
years? It would be less money. I can live at home, which is free. I can
also continue working my new job steadily." My underlying motivation
besides all the logic of the monetary argument was that I didn't want to
leave Dad without a f****y, even with Bob moving in.

Dad's response was surprising. "I'm not sure. I think it would be good
for you to go away to school. You would have more opportunities to
experience life and to date a man."

I realized that I had overplayed my hand for the moment. We were at an
impasse so I decided to retreat from that part of the discussion. "Well, I
want to go ahead and get the job at the hotel. We can look at the rest
later. I haven't applied for fall semester anyway because I am taking my
old friend Phil's advice and going to school with more money. I still
think his example is a smart one."

Dad said, "I can agree with that. Phil was an intelligent young man."

"Yeah, and he was hot too. I loved sucking his dick and jacking off with
him." That joke broke the tension. I was surprised by David's reaction
more than Dad's. I could tell by David expression that he was not that
happy about the idea of his little b*****r becoming a male prostitute. I
was sure we were going to have a private discussion about that although I
knew he would not be able to persuade me.

Dad joked, "I will say one thing. If you do become a room service man in
the broadest sense of the term, you will be enthusiastic about it."

"It's true, Dad. I love cock."

We realized that if we went any further with this tête-à-tête, Dad
and David would be plowing my ass on the kitchen floor. There was a sexual
tension in the air and the hard cocks hidden under the dining room table.
I would have been happy to do that except I had to get to work.

"Dad, we got to get going." Changing the mood in the room.

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to get my gym clothes on. You get your uniform
on. David, clean the kitchen. When I get home, I want to fix something
for Bob."

"Ok." David agreed.

We hurried to get ready. I got to work only a few minutes before my shift
at 7 PM. Dad kissed me goodbye on the lips in full view of the entrance to
the theater before I got out of the car. Off he went to work out and
maintain that hunky daddy physique.

Work was uneventful. The counter girls made their comments about my hickey
on the back of my neck.

"You looked like you had a good time last night, John." The one obnoxious
girl said.

"I did." I wouldn't give any more. It was obvious from the placement of
the hickey toward the back of my neck that I got it while being fucked face
down. She knew it and once again was either jealous or wanted details.
I'm sure her little pussy was dripping from thinking about it. I hope she
had underwear on because I sure wouldn't want the health inspectors to
determine there was pussy juice on the floor. I know, it's gross, but I
just couldn't help myself. I had to write that.

The night was uneventful again. I thought about the fact that I would be
leaving the theater soon for new employment. It made me a little sad. I
had some great times here. Most of my sexual experiences came to fruition
because I worked here. I got in touch with my exhibitionist and bottom
proclivities. It was a great time.

I was concentrating so much on work and new work that I completely forgot
until I started walking home that this was the first night for David and I
to sl**p in our new bed. I wondered if he was up for round two. I hoped
not. I wanted to sl**p and I suspect he did too. However, my policy
maintains. David is always the aggressor. If I get home and he wants to
sl**p, then that is what we are doing. I know in my heart of hearts that I
am a bottom through and through. With anyone else, I can be an aggressive
bottom and initiate a scene. Not with David. With David, I am my most
passive. I want him be in control of me. I don't know whether that's
because he is straight or an Alpha male or just because he is a fucking
stud God. To this day, David is always the originator of our sexual
adventures and I never have and never will say no.

The house was dark when I got home except for the porch light and the foyer
light. I took my clothes off on the porch before entering the house. It
gave me that little bit of needed exhibitionism. I wasn't getting as much
of that now that Bob and Dad were together.

Now, wait a minute. That's not true. David fucked me on an Internet
broadcast just two nights ago. Three nights ago, we were driving around
town naked, taking pictures and jacking off in the park. Even the sex this
morning with the movers was an exhibitionist seen as Bob and I were naked
while Joe and Joey never completely took their clothes off. I take that
back. I'm just a whore.

I folded my clothes and left them by the front door in the foyer. It's
easier to put that stuff away in the morning. I went to the bathroom to
pee and brush my teeth. I looked in to see Dad and Bob spooned together in
bed. They are so sweet.

I stealthy moved into our bedroom. There was David fast asl**p with the
sheet and blanket up over him. I thought for a moment, `well, maybe we are
going to just sl**p tonight.' I lifted the bedding, crawling onto my side
of the new bed. It felt so nice being in a real bed with David. The
mattress was much more comfortable than those old twin beds. I thought for
a moment that I was just going to fall asl**p, but then I felt a slight
movement and a hand down at the entrance to my depository.

"Oh buddy. There's my hot cunt. It feels like it's wanting something.
What do you think it wants, buddy?" David whispered so gently.

"Your cock, David. My cunt wants your cock." I murmured.

"That's right buddy. My baby b*****r's fuck hole wants a man's hard rod to
fill it." David fucked me exactly the way he had done the night before at
Bob's house. He reached over for the lube to moisten my cunt with multiple
fingers before oiling his rod. My big stud b*****r plowed his cock hard
into my ass pushing me onto my stomach. He didn't take long to deposit his
warm sperm into my willing hole. After his orgasmn, he rolled me back
laying on our sides in the lovers' spoon position leaving his meat in my
bowels. I had to laugh. Maybe I was going to turn into a saint based on
David's repeated missionary romps of my twat. Regardless of sainthood, I
knew that I had found God.

Right before he drifted off David said to me, "John, I love you. Would you
not make a decision about the job until we can talk some more?"


David was out like a light. The next thing I heard was his soft breathing
on the back of my neck indicating he was asl**p. I wondered what he was
objecting to, but I was willing to listen.


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