Julian
“Gon-na’…ngh…go-nna’,” Mark tried to say, panting every syllable, though it was hard for Julian to hear him over the slap slap slap sounds made from his pelvis ramming into Julian’s juicy fat ass. Mark’s favorite position.
Julian suspected he loved watching his massive horse cock sliding in and out of such a small frame, a mesmerizingly perverted magic trick. Despite Julian having a bubble butt, his stomach was flat, a faint ripple of abs visible. He wore 28 inch pants and sometimes needed a belt. Julian liked to stretch his arms out in front of him as he got fucked, show off his back muscles from his swimming days in high school. He was still 18 and barely graduated, but still. He was proud of his body and loved when an older man like Mark knew how to use it.
“Gonna’ cum,” Mark grunted. Slap slap slap.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy,” Julian moaned, urging him on. He was meeting Mark’s powerful thrusts, slamming back into him. He could practically feel the way his ass fat rippled with each slap. “Get me pregnant.”
Julian felt Mark’s body spasm behind him. His cock seemed to swell even bigger somehow. The thrusts became erratic, more powerful, faster. Julian couldn’t keep up the rhythm. He simply put his head down into the mattress and lifted his hips higher to take it better.
That position seemed to reach a new spot for Julian. Mark slammed into his prostate over and over again. Julian was yelping now, too overwhelmed by cock to keep being bratty.
On the fifth or sixth thrust, Julian felt his cock start to go. Fire shot through his body, sizzling every nerve.
“OhhhhFUCK!” Julian shouted as he released several ropes into his red jockstrap.
He involuntarily clenched his ass walls down on Mark’s dong, enhancing the grip that was already so attuned to the cheating dad’s size.
Mark couldn’t take it. He too started to grunt louder. He gave two big shoves, pulling all the way out to the tip of his cock and slammed back down hard, as if he was punishing Julian. On the second slam–which elicited another yelp from Julian–he stayed there and unloaded.
Julian was being filled to the brim with strong bursts of dadcum. He felt each thick, creamy, warm rope enter him. It was so much cum that he could visualize how it coated Mark’s cock while inside him. He imagined his stomach being filled with it. If he were Tyler’s mom, he would surely be pregnant after this.
“Ugh…ugh…fuuuck yeah, take it.” Mark groaned softly, humping into Julian. He was massaging Julian’s ass cheeks now, slowly rotating them in his palms. Mark’s hands slipped around in the sweat that accumulated on Julian’s globes. The heat that emanated from their fucking was making sweat drip down to his ass crack.
“Goddamn,” Julian said, trying to catch his breath. “You know how to fill a guy up.”
Mark grunted a soft laugh. Julian’s head rested on the mattress, and he was too worn out to look back at him, but he could tell Mark had a smile on his face. “And you know how to take it.”
Julian smiled at the compliment and playfully pushed back onto Mark’s hips. He could feel his cock softening in his hole.
“You got a shirt to catch this load?” Julian asked him. “Don’t want another accident again.”
Mark responded to that question by quickly pulling out of Julian’s ass. Julian gasped at the sudden emptiness, the cool air shocked him. Goosebumps started to form on his butt cheeks.
Julian could feel Mark repositioning on the bed. Still, he did not look back. He only heard Mark’s hurried voice and his warm breath near his hole.
“Push it out for me,” Mark said, his voice raspy and full of lust.
Julian didn’t need telling twice. Mark put both of his big, muscly hands on Julian’s ass cheeks and spread them. Julian responded by putting his sphincter to work for his nasty daddy.
Julian prided himself on staying clean and prepped for any sort of dick-down, but he couldn’t shake the mental image of Mark waiting for this slutty twink to shit out his own load onto his waiting, outstretched tongue. The depravity of it all made Julian moan as he felt, and heard, globs of Mark’s cum splurting out. Mark groaned as well, savoring the nastiness of the act. He quickly pressed his mouth to Julian’s boycunt; Julian could feel his powerful lips sucking more of the cum out.
“Mmm, yeah Daddy, eat that fucking load out of me,” Julian said in sultry tones, pressing his ass harder against Mark’s face.
When Mark was done, he used his strong arms to flip over Julian onto his back.
Julian giggled and stared up, mesmerized, at the man towering over him. Mark was covered in a sheen of sweat, which made the dusting of hair across his chest and stomach glisten. He was still breathing heavily, torso rising and falling from effort and, most likely, a lust possessed. The muscles in his arms were defined, bulging. A thick vein ran down each bicep, several more across his forearms. His cock still hung menacingly. Not quite the 11 inches it was at full strength. It was still imposing and coated in his own cum. Mark looked magical, fully encompassing the sexual superiority Julian desired. Any man would kill to look like this.
Julian wanted to thank Mark for the breeding by cleaning his cock. He wanted a taste of that load too. And he made to sit up to do so, but Mark was already leaning in, pressing his face close to Julian’s. Their lips crashed against each other in a groaning, wet kiss. Julian leaned into Mark, taking in the scent of Julian’s own musk, of the lingering notes of Mark’s cum.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Mark said between kisses.
“You too,” Julian panted.
Their hands explored each other’s bodies for several minutes, humping into each other. Eventually, their make out turned softer, slower, until Mark rolled onto his back, next to Julian, and then off the bed, getting dressed.
“I could drop you off somewhere,” Mark said. “While you wait for Tyler, I mean. He probably shouldn’t find us together.”
Julian looked at Mark. He was too busy putting his socks on his feet at the edge of the bed to look at Julian, but Julian suspected he didn’t want to make eye contact.
“I can just hang out in his room,” Julian replied, still watching for a reaction. “I’ll tell him you let me in.”
Once again, Mark looked nervous. He didn’t necessarily tell him that Tyler had been watching. They never brought it up again. But he sure as hell implied it. In fact, Julian sensed that Mark wanted Tyler to see them in action regardless of how freaked out he looked at the possibility of being caught by his only son.
“Right,” he said, his voice tense. “Well, I’ve got to head back to the office.” Mark stood up, slipping into his slacks.
“Okay!” Julian said brightly. He slid his sweats over his smooth legs, shimmying into them and showing off his bubbly butt trapped in his tight red jockstrap. He looked back and gave his hung fuckbuddy a wink. “See you later, Mark.”
Julian wasn’t surprised to find Tyler’s room empty. He sat at his boyfriend’s desk and turned on the computer. When it blinked to life, he opened up a browser and put on some 24/7 lo-fi study music stream on YouTube. He then proceeded to take stock of the room. The collection of DVDs, books, random collectible action figures, posters and art.
Julian trailed a finger across Tyler’s dresser, across the framed pictures of Tyler’s family and friends throughout the years. He remarked on his own childhood bedroom–how bland it had been. How uninteresting. Along with wanting to escape his mother’s cruel judgement of him, and his father’s overbearing, impossible-to-meet expectations, he wanted to escape his room, which felt and looked as inviting as a prison cell.
Julian had been in Tyler’s home many times now without Tyler, and without Tyler knowing, but he suddenly realized this was his first time alone in Tyler’s room. Before, he didn’t want to be in here without Tyler, especially not after what he would do with Mark. He never thought about why until now. Julian felt comfortable with Tyler, truly open. He knew this perusal wouldn’t be another betrayal. This was shared. Agreed upon. An intimacy. Julian smiled to himself.
Several minutes later, as Julian laid on the bed with his eyes closed, he heard Mark stomp down the hall, grumbling, and the stairs. Julian heard the front door open and close, then a car rumble to life and pull out of the driveway. He couldn’t help but laugh. Part of Julian wanted Mark to stop being so paranoid, so grumpy. He was getting the best sex of his life with no strings attached, and yet the man still couldn’t be happy. But another part liked winding up Tyler’s dad. It was as if his libido, his insatiable desire to stretch Julian’s tight, pink boycunt, was linked to his own worries about being found out by Tyler. Not even his wife. From what Julian could tell, Mark didn’t give a shit about Charlotte. He didn’t want to get caught, yes, but there was no guilt involved. It was just his son that he thought about.
Another sound made Julian’s eyes fly open. It sounded like the creak of a door. For a second, he thought of Charlotte. Oh shit, he panicked. If she was in the house while they were fucking, there’s no way she didn’t hear them. Julian was being extra loud today because Mark was pummeling his ass. But wouldn’t she have flipped out by now?
Julian heard the soft, slow creak of the hallway floorboards. He slowly rose from the bed and crept to the door. He pressed his ear to better listen to what was going on outside. He heard nothing.
Slowly, Julian opened the bedroom door. When he stepped out into the hallway, there was Tyler, looking small and demure. And blushing. He was staring at his feet.
“Oh,” Julian said, a little confused. “Hey! It’s you. I thought…” He looked at Tyler’s feet. He wasn’t wearing any shoes. In fact, Tyler was just in a long T-shirt and boxer briefs. Julian’s eyes traveled up his thin, pale, bare legs. They stopped at his hand, which was clenching white fabric.
Tyler looked up at him. “Hey,” he said, meekly.
Julian looked from Tyler, then to the hallway behind him. Tyler’s parents’ bedroom was open. He looked back to Tyler who was watching Julian and blushing even more.
“You..” Julian started, but his voice trailed off, realizing where Tyler must’ve been. “You weren’t…” Tyler smiled and nodded his head. “Oh my god!” Julian shrieked, laughing now.
Julian ran to Tyler and hugged him tight. He gave Tyler a wet kiss on the cheek. “Where were you?”
“Under the bed,” Tyler said, doing his best to make eye contact with Julian.
“Oh my god,” Julian repeated, but this time with a sense of awe. “Why? I thought you were at club?”
“I was,” Tyler said. “But I came home early. And…well, I was…”
Julian noted Tyler’s bare legs, his underwear. He smirked. “You were horny, huh?” Tyler made a nod that was almost imperceptible. “But why in your parents’ room? You could’ve…” But Tyler answered, displaying the fabric that was curled tightly in hands, now outstretched. It was a pair of white briefs. They looked slightly used. And they were certainly bigger than Tyler’s tiny frame.
“Wow…” Julian said, still amazed.
Tyler finally looked him full in the face. “I didn’t know you guys would be here, okay? I just, well…I thought I was alone…don’t look at me like that! I know it’s weird. Just pretend it didn’t happen.”
But Julian was in no mood to poke fun at Tyler anymore. He spoke in a whispered, husky voice, as he placed a hand on Tyler’s hip, pulling him close. With each word they moved closer, their bodies pressing tighter, until their faces were inches apart. Julian could feel Tyler’s anticipatory breath on his lips. “That’s. So. Fucking. Hot.”
Julian leaned in and kissed Tyler hard. Tyler hesitated, probably shocked by the reaction, but pressed his lips back to Julian’s.
“Mmm,” Julian moaned, breaking their kiss. “So, you heard everything huh?” Tyler nodded. “Heard how Daddy fucked me hard? Then ate his load out of me after?” Again, Tyler nodded. “All while you jerked off under the bed and huffed on his dirty stinky underwear?”
Julian grabbed the hand that was holding Mark’s dirty underwear and slowly brought it to their faces, which were still inches apart. “Take a hit, Tyler,” Julian ordered. “Sniff that dadmusk while you make out with your boyfriend.”
Julian pressed the underwear to Tyler’s nose. He closed his eyes, almost compulsively, and Julian heard him inhale deeply. He whimpered as he exhaled, which only made Julian’s cock stir. Julian kissed him again.
“Wanna keep this going in your room?” Julian finally asked him after several minutes standing in the hallway, feeding Tyler his own dad’s underwear. Tyler nodded eagerly, and Julian grabbed his hand, leading him back to the bedroom.
Tyler
Ever since Julian caught him basically perving on him and Dad having sex, Tyler found that his boyfriend was much more interested in sexual things with him. It started with making out. Julian would whisper into his ear what a loser he was; what a perv; a cuck; pathetic–as he blew soft air onto his lobe, gently pressing his juicy lips onto the side of his neck as he continued his barrage of insults.
At first, Tyler winced at these names. In any other setting, they would be hurtful. But pretty quickly, he realized, his body seemed to react instinctively, as if he was being pleasured. His hair would stand up on end; he would tremble; his heart would race; his face flushed; he’d begin to pant; he’d rock his hips as Julian’s lips pressed more firmly onto his neck, moving down to his collarbone; he’d rock his hips involuntary; he’d repeat back to Julian those awful things. I’m a cuck; I’m a loser; I’m a gross perv; Daddy’s fat, sweaty cock owns me.
Julian never touched Tyler’s penis during this time. In fact, Tyler had asked him not. The first time that Julian had initiated their namecalling session, he had tried to place a soft hand on the bulge in Tyler’s undies. Tyler nearly shouted, “Don’t!” as Julian’s hand made contact. It was too much for Tyler. He’d cum on the spot if Julian so much as gave his penis one stroke.
Since then, Julian stuck to soft kisses. Eventually, they progressed to taking off Tyler’s shirt. Julian would work his way down to Tyler’s soft, hairless chest. Tyler would watch him down there with great anticipation, his chest heaving as Julian’s cute lips left small splotches of his saliva on each “pec.” Julian would swirl his tongue around Tyler’s nipples, which made his body shudder. Julian would alternate between sucking on Tyler’s nipples and degrading him.
Tyler had never had sex before. He was too afraid. A few of his previous girlfriends had wanted to, but he was too nervous. Too scared that he wouldn’t satisfy them or that he would find he wasn’t interested in girls. There were ample amounts of men he could have experimented with on the various cruising apps out there. But again, everyone seemed so much more experienced than him that he didn’t know where to begin. Time passed as he waited for the perfect moment, and he found himself, still, unexplored, inexperienced.
So, while it may be difficult to say this was sex, Tyler felt–in the moments that Julian eagerly sucked and pulled at his nipples–that he was losing his virginity. The electricity that vibrated through him as Julian sucked on his chest was what he imagined it felt like to get a real, authentic blowjob. It didn’t matter that this was a pathetic excuse for sex. Who cared that one of the prettiest boys in school, who was a bonafide bottom whore that would let Tyler use him however he saw fit, was relegated to merely giving soft, intimate kisses on only the upper half of his body? In fact, that reality made Tyler all the more hard. And, as if he was receiving the world’s best, sloppiest throatjob, Julian’s gentle milking of his nipples–the few centimeters of flesh that protruded from his body– as he called Tyler a pathetic, faggot, loser made Tyler cum unimaginably hard in his undies every time.
Things escalated one Saturday when Tyler was in his bedroom reading a comic. He heard the familiar sounds of someone coming home. Keys being placed on the counter. Tyler got up and crossed the room. He slowly opened the door so that he could hear the sounds from downstairs better. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but recognized who the hushed voices belonged to. A very familiar giggle. A grunt.
Tyler knew that Julian knew he was home. Julian had asked him that morning what his plans were for the weekend, which he had replied with, “Nothing, just gonna’ chill…wanna’ hang?” Julian told him he was going to be busy, but maybe later. Well, now he knew what business Julian had going on.
Tyler crept slowly out of his room and down the hall, careful to avoid the typical creaking floorboards. He took one step at a time down the stairs, waiting at each step for any indication that Dad heard anything. When nothing happened, he took another step. Tyler heard the sounds of zippers being undone, pants falling to the floor, the sound of weight pressing into the cushions of the couch.
Tyler’s heart raced as he reached the final floor. The loud and unabashed sounds of sloppy throatfucking were assaulting his ears. Dad was moaning in his low, gravelly voice. From the sounds, he couldn't tell where they were positioned. He wanted to peek around the corner and see but was afraid Dad would be looking in his exact direction.
“Ohhh fuck, baby,” Dad moaned. “Your throatpussy feels so fucking good. I can–ngh–do whatever I want to it, huh?”
A loud wet pop as Julian released Dad’s dick. “Mmm, yeah Daddy,” Julian purred. “Rape my throat. Fuck me up.”
Dad grunted, seemingly with anger, though Tyler didn’t know what there was to be mad about. He was being treated like a king by his son’s boyfriend. The sloppy sounds resumed, and Dad’s groaning sounded more vicious.
Thinking that Dad would be too distracted now, Tyler peaked his head around the corner. What he saw made his head spin.
In clear view was Dad’s massive dick. It throbbed and bounced as he sat on the couch, hairy, naked legs spread. It was covered in a thick layer of clear, shiny spit. And there between Dad’s tree trunk legs was Julian, his dainty hands wrapped around the head stroking slowly. Tyler watched as Julian brought his head back down between Dad’s legs. His juicy pink lips, which were now bright red from the effort of sucking, slid over the mushroom head and slowly down the entire shaft until they reached the base. Julian’s nose pressed against Dad’s bush. Tyler could see bubbles of spit forming at the corners of Julian’s mouth.
Dad used his big, strong hand to hold Julian’s head down on his dick. Seconds ticked by. They felt like hours as Tyler watched Julian’s face grow beet red. He could see the bulge of Dad’s dick throbbing in Julian’s throat, making it look like a snake who was mid-digestion of a very large animal. Dad used his free hand to reach down and actually massage Julian’s throat.
Dad growled. “Thaaaat’s it. You wanna die on my cock, huh?”
Julian didn’t respond. He was still being forced by Dad’s other hand to keep the monstrous dick in his throat. Julian’s eyes were streaming with tears, bulging in what looked like fear. He heaved, as though actually joking, strands of saliva continued to pour out of his mouth, dripping down Dad’s heavy balls and splattering on the living room floor. It looked like he was in immense pain, and Tyler wondered why Julian wasn’t fighting back. Was this normal for them? Or was Tyler witnessing his father abuse his boyfriend? Maybe they liked it rough, but this time Dad went too far.
Julian was just on the verge of shouting, of stopping this supposed assault, when Dad’s hand released Julian’s head. Tyler noticed that for a fraction of a second, Julian did not move. Tyler thought that maybe he had passed out. But then Julian slowly, meticulously, began lifting his head, letting his spitty lips slide up and up Dad’s meaty shaft. When he reached the tip, he unlatched, leaning his head back and gasped dramatically, his face red and blotchy.
Julian opened his mouth, loudly panting and gasping. Maybe he was about to scold Dad for being so aggressive. Surely that was over the line for them.
But then another sound came out of Julian. He started to laugh. The corners of his mouth turned upwards as he looked up at Dad. Tyler watched as Dad smirked.
“Fuck yeah,” Julian panted, tears streaming down his face. He looked like he was in total bliss.
Dad leaned down in a posture that, what looked like to Tyler, was for a kiss. Instead, he spat directly into Julian’s face, mouth agape. Julian responded with excited, lustful laughter and closed his mouth, savoring Dad’s saliva. Within seconds, Julian was back to throating Dad with ease, his throat distending, the sounds of his Dad’s dick pummeling his mouth, burping and gagging. Tyler quickly turned back from the corner, his heart racing as he was no longer watching the scene but hearing still just as vividly. He realized his mouth was open in shock. He closed it and found it dry, much different than Julian’s current state.
Tyler spent the next five minutes listening to their brutal throat fucking. He squirmed, desperate to touch himself, but he knew one finger would send him over the edge. It was almost too much to squeeze his soft thighs together, pressing against his penis. Dad mostly grunted and swore while Julian continued to gag. Eventually Julian’s throat proved to be too powerful for Dad.
“FfuuuUCK! Cum–cuuuuminngg-ng-ng-ng,” Dad bellowed, extending the last syllable with what Tyler could only assume were massive, powerful hip thrusts.
Moments passed as Dad poured more of his load into Julian’s stomach. Then, loud gasping.
“Holy fuck!” Julian said, out of breath. “You were pent up.”
Tyler didn’t wait to hear a response from Dad. He quickly crept back up the stairs and down the hall, back to his bedroom.
He didn’t hesitate. Tyler immediately jumped face-first onto his bed, giddy with excitement. What was once a traumatizing experience, Tyler now found himself infused with shock and amazement.
This was the first time he had actually seen them. Actually seen them doing something sexual. And he realized that just listening didn’t do it justice. The way Julian was on his knees, plump butt hugged by a brightly colored jockstrap, servicing his dad, was mesmerizing. His jaw and throat expanding to let more of that meat into him. The glorious globs of spit on Dad’s shaft and balls, on Julian’s chin. Dad’s balls…they were so big and hairy, and maybe it was the sheen of his boyfriend’s saliva, but they looked sweaty too. Tyler wanted to squeal with joy.
Tyler replayed the scene again and again in his mind, savoring every sight and sound and trying to guess at the smells. He wished he got closer to the action now. Why hadn’t he watched Dad cum? Would he have shot some on Julian’s face? Or would he have forced him to swallow every drop? Tyler realized, suddenly, that he was humping one of his pillows with gusto, pressing his achingly hard penis into the cushioning as he thought about his boyfriend swallowing his dad’s giant dick.
As if on cue, the door of Tyler’s bedroom opened. Tyler stopped aggressively thrusting his hips into the bed. He also found he was moaning rather loudly and stopped that too. He lifted his head to find Julian standing there. He was still in only his jocks. Tyler slowly took in his appearance, from feet, to jock—which had a stain on the front (was that his own cum?)—on his bare, smooth and pale chest, to his face, which made Tyler’s mouth drop.
Julian’s face was still blotchy, and his eyes red from recent watering. What was more, he was still covered in spit and, if Tyler wasn't mistaken, cum. Julian smiled.
“You were watching, weren’t you?” Julian asked, devilishly. “I brought you a treat.”
Tyler didn’t know what to say, so Julian closed the door behind him and sauntered over to the bed, where he climbed on top and crawled to Tyler. Julian’s face was inches from Tyler’s. The scent of musk and spit and cum was faint but noticeable on Julian’s face. And it enhanced the memory Tyler was replaying just a second ago. He gulped nervously.
“Can I kiss my boyfriend?” Julian asked, a smile still lingering on his face.
Tyler nodded. Julian leaned in for a deep, wet kiss. Tyler was immediately assaulted with the sensations Julian’s plump lips, pressing against his own; the taste of spit from the sloppy blowjob, remembering that his own Dad had spit in Julian’s mouth; the saltiness that could only be cum.
They kissed harder than ever before, their tongues wrestling and moans getting louder. Tyler wanted Julian to spit in his mouth, but he didn’t know how to ask. Julian’s throat was just turned into a toy for Dad to use relentlessly. Then he treated his boyfriend like a toilet, unloading his cum into him without a care in the world. And here was Tyler sucking on that toy’s lips and tongue, doing his best to get as much flavor into him, as much of the musk on his own face. For a brief moment, Tyler could imagine he was the one on his knees, servicing his Dad.
And in that brief moment, Tyler came in his pants.
A strangled gasp escaped him. He shuddered violently as Julian continued to press his lips against Tyler’s. Tyler bucked his hips as wave after wave of orgasm flooded his every nerve. He could feel the warm, creamy texture of his own cum soaking his undies.
“F-fuuuhhh,” Tyler cried out.
“Mmmm, fuck,” Julian purred in his ear. “You’re so hot, baby.”
Tyler couldn’t believe the words Julian was saying were true. How could this pathetic display of intimacy be considered hot? Yet, Tyler’s body tingled with energy. He felt desirable for the first time in years–maybe ever–as he looked down to see the pouch of Julian’s jock much, much fuller now than a few minutes ago.
Two days later, Tyler found himself watching Julian and Dad go at it again. This time Dad was having sex with Julian in his parents’ bedroom. Tyler watched from the hall, discretely peeking through the door with his shorts slightly pulled down as he stroked his finch in, pale penis. Julian no doubt left ajar for Tyler to watch as Julian perched on all fours on the bed, facing his much older, bigger, stud.
Dad slammed his long, thick, jumbo penis in and out of Julian’s butt, his massive hips swinging. Dad’s hairy butt clenched each time he thrusted forward. Julian responded in sultry moans. Tyler could see his juicy bubble butt ripple as Dad’s body met his with violence. Julian’s hole was becoming sloppier and sloppier, evident by the loud squelching and farting it was doing. It was as if it was moaning in pleasure too. Tyler noticed another thing. Dad’s free hand was holding a phone. It pointed down. He was recording the anal sex he was having with his son’s boyfriend!
“Mmm fuck, Daddy!” Julian moaned. “Unload those balls. Flood this gut. Get. Me. Fucking. Preeeegnaaantt!!”
Dad lifted one of his legs onto the bed for better leverage. And Tyler could tell Dad was cumming now. He grunted and spluttered and gave Julian four mighty thrusts as the brat encouraged him to cum.
Dad held that final thrust as he no doubt unleashed torrents of dadseed into Tyler’s boyfriend. It was several minutes before he pulled out, which was met with the sound—and sight—of Julian’s hole loudly blowing bubbles of cum. Tyler nearly gasped. It was such a grotesque image. But still Tyler kept pumping his penis.
“Quick, plug it back up!” Julian told Dad. Dad turned around and walked towards the dresser.
Tyler whipped his body against the wall. His heart raced, hoping his dad didn’t see him. After a few seconds, Tyler chanced another look into the room. Dad’s back was facing him again, but Tyler could see him placing a silver object into Julian’s hole. Julian moaned softly as Dad pressed it into him fully. Once he backed away to admire his handiwork, Tyler could see a pink, glittery shape covering where Julian’s butthole would be. He wiggled his cheeks at Dad. Dad was lazily stroking his giant meat as he watched, which was coated in creamy cum. Dad didn’t seem fully hard, yet he was still three or four inches bigger than Tyler was at max capacity.
Tyler stepped back from the room and quietly creeped to his bedroom. As he did so, he heard a distant voice.
“Welp, I’m going to go see what Ty’s up to!”
“He-he’s here?!”
Tyler smiled slightly hearing his dad’s panic and the faint echo of Julian’s evil giggle. He quickly entered his room and jumped onto the bed. He pulled his shorts all the way off and spit in his hand before resuming his stroking.
Tyler gained a lot of confidence in the past two days. Seeing how turned on he made his boyfriend was such a boost in confidence that he felt comfortable keeping his penis out as Julian opened the door. Tyler kept stroking as he watched his boyfriend enter the room and closed the door behind him. Julian was completely naked, surprising Tyler. He had his clothes in his hands, covering his chest. Dad would have watched his little secret fucktoy leave his room naked and enter his son’s room. Julian smiled at Tyler.
“Hope you enjoyed the show, you stupid perv!” Julian said brightly. He tossed his clothes on the ground. “For being such a creep, I’ve got a punishment for you. Although, knowing you, you’ll probably end up enjoying it.”
Tyler loved this bullying talk. Over the past two days, they texted back and forth like this. Of course, Tyler would enjoy whatever Julian had in store for him. And Julian knew that. But for some reason, Tyler liked pretending he didn’t or that he was too scared to find out. He needed his immoral, bratty, cheating boyfriend to keep pushing his buttons.
Julian crawled onto the bed and straddled Tyler, hovering over him. Tyler kept pumping but looked down to see Julian’s penis dangle above his own furiously moving fist. It was soft and about five inches. Julian was bigger than Tyler. That made Tyler gasp. Of this strange trio that was forming, Tyler was by far the smallest penis.
“How’s that handpussy feel, dum-dum,” Julian teased, looking down at Tyler.
Tyler didn't respond. He merely looked up at Julian, into those precious green eyes, with his mouth agape.
Julian smiled. “Mmm, well hands off.” Julian playfully slapped Tyler's hand. Tyler released himself. His penis throbbed angrily. “And get behind me. You’ve got to clean me up…”
Tyler nearly asked what he meant but watched as Julian got on all fours and pointed his butt directly at Tyler.
Tyler got up to get a better look. Julian’s butt cheeks were red in parts, pale in others. It was hairless, and it looked soft, and it looked jiggly. He had never been so close to Julian’s naked butt before and could even see the beads of sweat still dripping down him after the intense workout he just had. He saw his pink ballsack nestled just underneath his butt.
Then Tyler looked at Julian’s hole. It was similarly abused-looking, but plugging it was a pink heart. So, this is a butt plug, Tyler thought to himself. Julian swayed his butt; the light caught the jewel and glittered.
“Wow…” was all Tyler could muster.
“Go on,” Julian said.
Tyler reached out a shaky hand as he placed it, for the first time ever, on another boy’s naked cheek. His fingers practically sank into it. It was warm and soft and slightly damp from sweat. Tyler whimpered as he began slowly massaging it. Julian purred his approval.
Tyler eventually incorporated the other hand to massage Julian’s other cheek. Soon Tyler was using all his strength to make Julian’s bubble butt fat wobble.
“Kiss it,” Julian said. His voice was husky, barely above a whisper. Was he turned on?
Tyler gulped. Butt massage was one thing, but kissing it? He’d barely gotten used to kissing anybody on the lips. What if Julian’s butt tasted weird, or smelled? Immediately that thought left him, knowing how well Julian keeps his body clean. It was only recently he discovered it was so that he could always be ready for depraved sex as opposed to simple pride in personal hygiene. Tyler found his head had drifted forward; he was mere inches away now. He inhaled deep.
Tyler nearly passed out. The scent of musk and dadcum and Julian’s natural boysmell was making him dizzy, and without thinking he placed his lips on one of Julian’s cheeks. There wasn’t much if Tyler was being honest, but the feeling was heavenly. He quickly went from slow, soft butt kisses to loud, wet, sloppy ones on both the outer cheeks and especially the inner ones, using his tongue to taste as much of the sweat as he could. The skin was a slightly darker pink here, the folds leading to Julian’s butthole a welcoming runway.
“Tyler…” Julian whispered. He sounded so needy. “Please.”
Tyler knew what to do. He used three fingers to wrap around the pink, heart-shaped plug. He slowly started to tug at it. He watched, mesmerized, as Julian’s anal ring stretched with the plug as he pulled out. Tyler stopped and let it sink back in. He pulled slowly again. The ring stretched again. Tyler let it go.
“Nfff–fuck,” Julian whined.
Tyler pulled the thing again, this time letting it slowly slide out. Until just the tip plugged his boyfriend’s hole.
“Oooohhh,” Julian cooed. Tyler was breathing fast, knowing what was surely supposed to happen next. He was about to receive his “punishment.”
“Ready?” Julian asked?
“Mm-hm,” Tyler said. He positioned his mouth directly in front of Julian’s asshole. And opened his mouth, his tongue extended.
“Your dad fucked it deep in me…hold on…ahh.” Julian grunted and a spray of cum hit Julian in the face.
It splashed his mouth, his nose, his cheeks, and his tongue. It was like a pornstar receiving an especially big cumshot. Except it was his dad’s cum, coming out of his boyfriend’s ass. A little different.
Tyler was momentarily stunned. He had closed his eyes as the liquid shot at him. He opened them again and saw Julian’s hole oozing white, creamy fluids. Without hesitation, Tyler placed his mouth directly onto Julian’s asshole. He started to eagerly suck and make out with Julian’s sloppy butt.
Julian moaned and Tyler could feel him pressing back into his face.
“That’s it,” Julian said happily as Tyler gulped more and more of his dad’s cum. “Good boy. Drink up those sloppy seconds.”
Julian grunted some more, and Tyler could feel shot after shot of cum spraying into his mouth. How much did Dad cum? he thought, amazed at the volume. But Tyler simply moaned, his mouth muffled by Julian’s fat, sweaty ass. He should be disgusted by this, humiliated at being relegated to this tier in their relationship. Tyler had every right to demand Julian stop doing this, to leave his dad alone. Never in a million years would he have imagined this would be his first real sexual intimacy with his boyfriend would look like this.
And yet, as he munched on Julian’s sloppy butt, Tyler reached his hand back and in between his legs to stroke himself to conclusion. Tyler couldn’t imagine a better way to taste Dad’s cum for the first time.
He swallowed every drop.
Mark
There was a mingled sense of fury, fear, and ebbing horniness as Mark sat on the bed and watched as Julian picked up his clothes and left the room naked. Seconds before, he had declared he was going to Tyler’s room. And seconds before that, Mark was dumping the fifth load of the week into one of Julian’s holes.
Was Tyler really home? Had he heard them? Julian was moaning with abandon. And his juicy pussy was no quieter. And it wasn’t just moans…
Julian had been alternating between berating his own boyfriend—calling him a cuck, faggot, bitch idiot, the usual—praising Mark’s fat dong, and now something unusual: inviting Mark to visualize fucking Tyler.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy split me open,” Julian had said. “Bet your stupid son couldn’t take your dick like this.”
What? Mark had thought as he swung his hips powerfully, his giant cock sliding in and out of Julian. Why would Tyler be taking me?
But he couldn’t shake the image from his mind. Tyler, scrawny, pale, disheveled hair, on all fours in front of him. His ass on display. What would his hole look like? Pink like Julian’s? Or a gentle brown? Mark found his breathing had become more erratic. He suspected that Julian was just teasing him, knowing that Mark was fucked up about it to some extent. He knew it too, though he wasn’t sure what the source was. Julian clearly just wanted to piss him off. Mark knew he liked how he reacted when Tyler was mentioned. Well, if the slut wants it, he’ll get it.
Mark slapped Julian’s pearly white ass hard. The boy yelped. Mark then reached forward and grabbed Julian’s surferboy hair and yanked it backwards, pulling his head up so that Julian had to look at Mark. Mark leaned forward, holding his cock deep in Julian’s ass. He looked down, his own face inches away from the slutty kid. His face hardly looked alarmed. After dozens of rough fuckings, he was probably used to it by now. Even in this moment of asserting dominance, he was impressed by how content Julian looked. But still, he had to play the part.
“You bitch,” Mark growled. Though he was acting, he still felt the words. Why did Julian have to keep bringing up his son? Why couldn’t he just have a regular affair with an 18-year-old boy, like any other middle-aged dad would? Mark spat directly into Julian’s face.
Julian winced but didn’t show any signs of surprise. Still holding his hair, Mark moved his hips back to pull out all 11 inches of his dadmeat.
“Dumb whore,” Mark grunted as, in one sudden stroke, he slammed his cock back into Julian. Julian looked like he was going to faint. His eyelids fluttered but remained open.
The fact that Julian did not back down from this aggressive display pissed off Mark even more. Fucking cunt won’t show respect. He let go of Julian’s hair and straightened himself out. Mark decided to deliver punishing blows for the next several minutes. He loved the way Julian’s asshole farted around his dick. He wanted to destroy this boy, ruin him. But before he did so, he reached to the side of Julian and grabbed his phone. He knew he needed to record it; he and Julian agreed it was hot to rewatch their sessions, to watch as Julian begged for his load and Mark angrily obliged. But Julian wouldn’t let him record on his own phone. It was for security, Julian told him; he didn’t want Mark blowing the whole thing up by accidentally leaving a vid or photo in his camera roll for Charlotte to stumble upon.
And so here he was: a father, a husband, a cheater, a thief, sitting on his bed as his cock, which was coated in his own cum, slowly deflated and his fucktoy merrily bounded down the hall to his son’s bedroom. Mark fumed.
But then, panic set in. Julian was going into Tyler’s bedroom. NAKED. Tyler was going to find out. Surely. If he hadn’t already heard their fucking before, that is. Could Tyler have been watching them? Had he watched them before? Mark shuddered at the thought. The pain Tyler would have had to endure as he watched his own father cock his boyfriend. Mark looked down into his lap. Annoyed with himself, he found that he was getting hard again. He sighed and got up to rinse off in the shower.
Five minutes later, Mark was tip-toeing down the hall in his gym shorts and cropped tee. He stopped at Tyler’s door and pressed an ear to it. He was listening for sounds of arguing, shouting, maybe even crying. But he didn’t hear any of that. He tried to listen harder. There was basically nothing coming from the room. Were they even there? But then, Mark heard a faint whisper. He held his breath to better hear. Was that Tyler? No, that was Julian. Or was it Tyler?
There were more whisperings that Mark could hear, but when he couldn’t tell what they were saying or in what tone, he gave it up and continued down the hall. He was headed to the gym. Despite just having world class sex from a seemingly insatiable bottom slut, he needed to go blow off some steam.
“Yeah, man, wife is bitching about the new bike I got,” Nick said as he showered next to Mark after a hard gym session. They weren’t the only ones in the group showers, but most guys ignored Nick’s blabber mouthing. “Says I never buy her anything. We just went out to dinner! Do you know how expensive it is to take out your snobby wife and spoiled brat daughters to a 4-star restaurant?!”
Nick was one of Mark’s gym buddies. He was in relatively the same shape as Mark and likely lifted together; Nick was formerly a jock–thick limbs, a tighter stomach than Mark (which Mark was jealous of), and strong. And, Mark couldn’t help notice it as they showered just feet apart, he had a massive dong. It was around 6 inches soft as water streamed off it, but Mark guessed it was as big as his when hard.
Nick had occasionally visited Mark’s house for dinner, but Charlotte found him obnoxious, and Mark sort of agreed. They had a couple of movie date nights with Mark, Char, Nick and his wife Jessica. But Nick would get way too drunk and get so crude that Jessica would have to shush him and Charlotte had even left the room once. She made Mark promise that he would never invite Nick over again. And Mark was fine with that. He never invited Nick over again, and Nick never pushed for it, likely too oblivious to guess at the implication. So now they merely saw each other at the gym or the occasional text.
“Yeah,” Mark nodded along, not really listening. Nick complained about Jessica a lot.
“Sometimes,” Nick continued. “I wish I could just have a piece on the side.”
Mark looked at Nick. He was eyeing Mark intently. Clearly Nick was not just bullshitting.
“But you know,” Nick said. “It’s too much work, sneaking around. Not worth the headache.”
“Yeah,” Mark said stupidly. “Too hard.”
Nick smirked, clearly pleased that Mark didn’t outright object to a casual chat about adultery. “But, if I could…man…would you?”
Mark gulped as he looked around at the older gentleman. They were too intently washing their hair to be listening in over the sound of water slapping against the tile. “If I knew I wouldn’t get caught?” Mark asked. Nick nodded. “Yeah…fuck it.”
“Fuck yeah,” Nick said eagerly. He looked around too, then back to Mark. “A cute little gym brat? They loooove older guys. And we’re fit, you know. Those college bros might have tighter bods than us, but we know how to use our dicks.”
Mark laughed, remembering his own college days, flooded with pussy but hardly any experience to make the girls he fucked cum. Luckily the size of his cock made up for his own fumblings. “Yeah, these twerps couldn’t handle those girls.”
“Nah,” Nick agreed, and he moved his hand down to wash his crotch. Mark couldn’t help but let his eyes travel down and watch as he soaped his soft dick. Except, Mark realized, his cock wasn’t soft at all. Nick’s cock was quickly hardening as he used the soft, slippery soap to stroke his dick. “Fuck, man. There were some baddies out there today too. All nice and sweaty in their pink shorts. And those gym bras…goddamn. Like they’re filming a porno.”
Nick’s voice was low and gravely. The soap had been washed from his crotch and now he was openly stroking his dick as he closed his eyes. Mark took the moment to feel up his own dick, which was plumping up nicely.
Nick opened his eyes and looked at Mark, who was watching him. His eyes traveled downward. “Seems like you noticed them too,” Nick chuckled.
Mark looked down at himself. He was completely hard. Just a few seconds of watching his annoying friend talk about cheating on his wife got Mark throbbing. Apparently, the gym was not helping him blow off steam.
Nick turned his head around to look at the other showerers. They were facing away from the two, and anybody walking in would only see the backs of Mark and Nick, not their throbbing dadcocks. “Go ahead dude,” Nick said. “You need it.”
Mark gulped again and let his hand go back to his cock. With a sigh of relief, he gave it a few tugs.
“Niceeee,” Nick hissed and continued pumping himself.
They stood like that for a few minutes, silently stroking. Mark and Nick watched each other’s cocks pump and throb and leak clear fluids as water bounced off of them. Finally, Nick started to groan.
“Ngh–I need a slut. Just a cute whore to take my fat cock–nghh–slide into that hole. Fuck, I need a hole so bad, man.”
Mark was panting, his arm working harder. Nick couldn't know, but Mark had a cute whore to take his cock. In fact, he just finished breeding his very own slut. Would Nick fuck a teen boy? Based on the way he was stroking in a public gym shower with another man, Mark figured he wouldn’t object too strongly to that idea if he was horny enough.
But damn, Mark thought, this is happening so fast.
Here he was stroking his cock with a bud he found mostly obnoxious, but otherwise harmless, in a public shower while they fantasized about cheating on their wives. Nick would probably blow his load if Mark told him all about his dirty deeds. And that thought, that secret he had, so salacious and downright immoral, made Mark grunt softly. Even through the water splashing off it, he could see the precum leaking from his cockhead. Mark was at full mast now, jerking with his buddy.
“Fuck dude,” Nick breathed. “You’re huge.”
“Thanks,” Mark said, surprised by the comment. A moment passed and Mark, inhibitions rapidly lowering, repaid the compliment. “Your cock is big as fuck too, bud.”
“Mmm,” Nick purred, enjoying their mutual appreciation for their massive tools.
Mark could see Nick’s hand increasing in speed as it pumped, pumped, pumped his dadcock. The motions were growing more hectic, more eager. Still slightly stunned by the development in general, Mark was coming to terms with the fact that he was going to shoot his load with his gym partner in public. Mark increased his pace too. The pair of them panting, watching each other as they stroked. Mark could feel it building. He had half a mind to reach out and cup Nick’s heavy, bouncing balls. But then…
“Ummm, guys?” said a small, nervous voice.
Mark’s head whipped around to see a fairly skinny boy with messy brown hair standing just outside of the showers, looking at them. He was an employee at the gym based on the embroidered logo on his polo shirt. He was wearing shorts above his knees that showed off his pale, small thighs. He looked no older than Tyler - perhaps younger, like 19. He looked especially awkward standing there, his hands behind his back and a blush creeping up his pale neck.
“You…uhh–you shouldn’t be doing…that…here,” the boy said, his voice cracking slightly.
Nick had turned his head around too. He noticed the boy and shifted his whole body to face him. In doing so, Nick’s fat cock slapped Mark’s own throbbing dong. Mark shuddered and let out a soft, involuntary moan.
“Ah, shit,” Nick groaned, eyeing the employee. Mark couldn’t help but observe how his cock throbbed and bounced, jutting out from his body, almost defying gravity. “Did somebody rat us out?”
“Um,” the boy hesitated, then gulped. “No…I just saw.”
“Oh?” Nick said, his tone shifting from annoyed to slightly intrigued.
“If somebody else saw…” the boy was starting to get braver despite his deepening crimson face. “Well, I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”
Mark was intrigued now too. Clearly this college kid had been watching two men in their forties stroking their cocks together and even interrupted them. But they weren’t in trouble? Did he want in on the action? Did Mark want to push things further? Would Nick be game? Before he could play out the logistics, Nick responded.
“We’ll keep that in mind, kiddo,” he said, grinning. “For next time.”
The boy, despite his embarrassment, grinned too, then walked off, leaving the locker room.
Nick sighed, turning off his shower. His cock was still hard, but Mark could tell it was beginning to deflate. “Welp, that’s gonna’ make movie night with the fam even more painful.”
Mark gulped. “Yeah, gonna’ have to finish this at home I guess.”
Mark realized suddenly that his heart had been racing and took a deep breath, turning off his own shower. He was almost caught jerking off with another man. Explaining why he was kicked out of a fancy gym that had a 6-month trial period to Charlotte would be pretty hard to explain, especially when she came for her Pilates class and would be denied access. Thankfully, that fear was abated. As much as he liked where things were going with Nick, he didn’t want to push his luck and had no intention of bringing it up unless Nick did first. For now, he would play it cool.
Mark and Nick dried off and showered. Both idly chatted about sports, a few crude jokes here and there, but said no more about the incident. And Mark left the gym, relieved but now incredibly horny. His mission of destressing was by no means accomplished.
Mark got home that afternoon, tossing aside his bag by the front door, and sighed as he ascended the stairs to wash off. As he opened the door to his bedroom, his phone pinged. He fished into his shorts to see; it was Julian. He rolled his eyes. Despite his raging horniness, he was still annoyed at his fucktoy’s antics, and a bubbling, Tyler-shaped guilt was forming in his stomach.
But before he could open the message, he saw a pair of underwear on the neatly made bed. His first immediate thought was that he left his own pair on the bed. But...they were folded? Mark definitely didn’t do that. He stepped closer, continuing to think. Was Charlotte home? No, her car wasn’t in the driveway. He was standing over the bed, and he picked up the fabric. They were briefs, white with a neon yellow waistband. The pouch and fly of the underwear confirmed it was designed for men. Starting to piece it together, Mark checked his phone.
Hiii 😘 I accidentally left some dirty undies with Tyler’s. I told him just to give them to you and I’ll get them when I see you again! Maybe even wash em? They’re kinda stinkyyyy. Hope you don’t mind~
Mark gulped. He left them…with Tyler? And Tyler…left them on the bed? Mark looked behind him to the half-opened door leading out to the hallway. How did Julian know when to send the text? Did Tyler notify Julian when Mark got home? His phone pinged again.
Oh and enjoy our little movie we made today!
Along with the text was a video attachment. Mark could see from the thumbnail that it was from their earlier session, the one with Mark brutally pounding an 18-year-old boypussy. Without hesitating he clicked play on the 4-minute video.
The video was just as vivid as what Mark had experienced. In fact, it was a dizzying effect to hear how utterly abused Julian’s cunt was by Mark’s cock, and to see how he impaled the tiny slut over and over and over again. It was exciting and sexy and degrading. And above all it infuriated Mark.
How dare this fucking bitch toy with me? Mark thought angrily. Not only that, but Julian wrapped Tyler into this too, exposing their secret. Mark hadn’t confirmed it yet, but all the signs pointed to Tyler now knowing. Why couldn’t he have his own personal fuckhole and live in peace?
The video blared. Julian’s moaning filled the room. Without thinking, without considering when his wife would be home or whether Tyler was next door listening through the wall–he could even be in the room right now and Mark wouldn’t notice–Mark whipped off his shorts and grasped his now achingly hard cock and began pumping. In the next motion, he put the phone down on the bed and grabbed the used underwear and slammed them against his face, inhaling deep.
Mark stroked fast, breathing hard. Want to fuck around, huh? He thought. I’ll show you brats. I’ll fucking make you regret this.
Mark didn’t see the irony of angrily huffing his son’s boyfriend’s musky underwear as he stroked his cock. He didn’t comprehend the implications of Tyler leaving said underwear on his bed. No, Mark merely sank into his own anger and intoxicating lust as he pumped to the sounds of his adulterous fucking. Pumped and pumped and grunted and groaned and cursed his bratty lover until, with a raging roar, he unleashed a torrent of cum, splattering onto the bed, all over his phone screen.
And rather than exalt in his triumphant orgasm, Mark had to quickly–and with some private embarrassment–take off the freshly tamed sheets to throw into the washer, lest his wife come home and discover his mess. All the while, Mark plotted his revenge.
Julian
Tyler and Julian walked in the park. It was a chilly, bright October day. There were still some leaves on the surrounding trees, making their walk a dazzling display of red and orange. Tyler was bundled in a wool scarf; Julian hooked his arm into Tyler’s, his body pressing as close to him as he could while they walked.
“We should go see that new horror movie,” Julian suggested. “You know, about the kids who go missing?”
“Oh yeah!” Tyler said, excitedly. “That looks pretty fun.”
It was nice being with Tyler. Julian felt himself so wrapped up in their strange love triangle that it was easy to forget about simple things, like autumn or walks or making silly plans with someone you like.
It had been a week since he saw Mark. Mark had texted him this morning a single text that shook Julian to the core.
Call me. I’ve got something for you to do.
Julian did call him, and Mark met Julian in his dorm. Julian stared at the older man in shock as he explained what he wanted Julian to do. Julian initially protested. It would break Tyler. But Mark insisted he knew what he was doing, knew it would work. When finally, Mark threatened no more of his dadcock, Julian gave in. He would do as he asked.
Tyler and Julian made their way to a bench on the park’s walking path and sat down. Julian wanted to break the news to him in a peaceful place.
“Ty,” Mark began. Then paused, looking out onto the park, watching as the other passersby fought the nipping cold and falling leaves. He sighed.
“Yeah?” Tyler said. Julian could hear his apprehension.
“Ty, I’m worried about your dad,” Julian said heavily.
“Oh,” Tyler responded, his voice small. “Um, why?”
“He’s getting…well, he’s kind of getting mean.”
“What?” Tyler sounded sacred and angry. “Is he hurting you? What did he do? I’ll–”
“No, no!” Julian said quickly. “No, he’s not hurting me. Well at least not more than I want.”
“Okay…” Tyler said. Julian could tell he was trying not to picture his and Mark’s rough fucking. “Well, what then?”
“I think he’s mad that you know.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I think in his head, he thinks that he’s hurting you by doing what he did, and that by me telling you or you finding out, well now he has to face the consequences, and he’s pissed about it.”
“Well, he should have thought about that before doing anything at all!” Tyler said angrily.
“I mean, I’m not complaining,” Julian said before he could stop himself. He saw the look on Tyler’s face; they’d gotten over it now, but Julian knew it was insensitive to the pain that he did feel at the time. “Sorry…”
“Well, what’s he doing that’s mean?”
“Well…” Julian hesitated. How was he going to explain this? “When we… you know…fuck?” Tyler nodded curtly. “Well, yeah, he kind of gets really aggressive. Like choking, slapping, spitting, kind of aggressive.”
Tyler did not respond. He stared out into the park, but Julian could tell his eyes were seeing what he was describing. He might’ve even detected a hint of Tyler squirming. Julian sighed, thanking his boyfriend was taking his burgeoning role as a cuck so well. This wasn’t going to be as difficult as he thought.
“And usually it’s hot, right?” Julian continued. “And we get really into it. He calls me names, obviously says what he says about you. But lately…it feels like it’s more personal, more…vicious in the way he does it. Like it’s not just a kinky fantasy anymore.”
“But he’s not hurting you, right?” Tyler asked again.
“No, I promise,” Julian assured him. “And honestly, I don’t even think he would hurt me. And he’d probably stop if I told him to. But…”
“What?”
“But your dad is so messed up in the head about…about cucking you. I think he can’t process it. So, he’s taking it out on me. And as much as I like it rough, I also think he would benefit from some closure.”
Tyler hesitated. “You–you want me to confront him?”
“No,” Julian said thoughtfully. “I don’t think that’ll work. He’ll just get defensive and lie or whatever. No, we need a more creative plan. One where he can’t deny it.”
“Okay…” Tyler said slowly. “You have something in mind?”
“I do,” Julian said. “But I have to tell you something else.”
“Uh-uh?”
“Your dad is angry. Angry at me. But also angry at you for leaving my undies on his bed–”
“You told me to do that!” Tyler protested.
“Yeah,” Julian said, smiling despite himself. “Well, that might’ve backfired and now he wants to punish you for it.”
“Punish me?” Tyler asked, confused. “How?”
“Well, he told me not to tell you. Just to tell you that it’s coming.”
“Wait, you know about it?!”
“Um…yeah. I’m kind of crucial for making it happen.”
“Well then don’t do it!”
“I could say no,” Julian said slowly. “But he’d…he’d stop…” Julian couldn’t finish his sentence. It was difficult to put to words how badly he needed Mark’s cock. To taste it, smell it. To feel it split him open, filling him. It was even more difficult to admit aloud that he wouldn’t give it up even if he knew it would stop an attempt to make his boyfriend hurt emotionally. Julian sensed that Tyler knew what he was thinking and mercifully didn’t press him.
“I think,” Julian said after a few moments of silence. “I think that if we go along with this, if we make Mark think we’re getting punished…that you’re getting punished, our plan for confronting him could work. We could let him have his victory. He could have control over his own twisted way of confronting you about it all, and then we can spring a surprise attack.”
“You think that could work?” Tyler asked, skeptical.
“Yes, I do. But, Ty, you’re not gonna’ like who it involves. Or at least, it might shock you.”
“Who is it?” Tyler asked, sounding scared.
“I can’t say. You’ll find out soon enough.”
They didn’t speak for a few minutes, both thinking hard about the implications of this information. Julian knew, deep down, that Tyler would go along. He knew that this was the path for getting what he wanted: Mark and Tyler. He never felt more strongly than he did now that he truly, passionately, cared about the boy sitting next to him. He rested his head on Tyler’s shoulder, thinking how lucky he was to have him. That luck was proved true immediately as Tyler spoke the next words.
“My dad…he wants to punish me. But…it’s not actually a punishment, right? Do you think…do you think I’ll like it?”
Julian, his head still perched on Tyler’s shoulder, looked up at his boyfriend. And for the first time all day, he felt excited. “Yeah, Tyler. I think you will like it.” He flashed his patented devilish grin. Tyler smiled back.
“I think you’ll like it a lot.”
To be continued…
Author note: Boy, it's been a minute, huh? Sorry about that! I either got too busy with life to write or too horny while writing to keep going without blowing my load! And above all else, I wanted to make sure I was telling the story I wanted to tell without cheapening it or shortening it in any way. I hope you guys can appreciate that commitment. If you want this particular story to go another way, I hope I can be the inspiration to write your own! :)
I sincerely hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. We are nearly at the end of this story, I think. And I've got some other things in the hopper that I want to get working on. (Perhaps the return of a certain, dumb horny jock? 😏) I've shared some of those ideas with folks in the emails., and I'm always happy to chat about this and any other story of mine there.
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