- Vinnie Deluca / 20 / Shaggy Dirty Blonde Hair / Swimmer’s Build / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ross Lynch
- Sal Deluca / 28 / Light Brown Tight Fade / Muscular Build / Light Hair and Stubble / 10-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ryan Kwanten
- Tony Deluca / 45 / Dark Brown Tight Fade / Muscular Build / Short Tight Beard and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Henry Cavill
- Adam Winger / 20 / Dark Brown Buzz Cut / Swimmer’s Build / Smooth / 9-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Evan Peters
- Diego Perez / 50 / Medium Length Salt and Pepper Hair / Muscular Build / Smooth with a Mustache / 12-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Pedro Pascal
- Maximo Perez / 20 / Medium Length Dark Brown Hair / Muscular Build / Smooth with a Mustache and Goatee / 10-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Osmar Sanjurjo
The Pool Party - Part 1
**Vinnie’s POV**
“Remember when you fucked me back here?”
“Hm? What?” Sal said, looking up from his phone, confused.
It had been a few months since my swim coach, Coach Winger, had played with me and my dad in my school’s locker room showers after one of our mock ‘swim meets’. He told us about an exclusive party where local fathers and sons get together to play and enjoy the company of other like-minded fathers and sons. We never heard anything more about it until we received an invitation in the mail a few weeks ago. We had been invited to their annual Christmas pool party at some estate about an hour outside of the city in the mountains. Based on Dad’s GPS screen on the dashboard, it looked like we were about 10 minutes away.
“I asked if you remember fucking me in the backseat?” I repeated, tracing a heart in the condensation on the window with my finger.
“You’ll have to be more specific” Sal laughed as he returned to scrolling through his phone. “Pretty sure every time Dad leaves us alone in the car for more than five minutes I always climb into the backseat and drop a load in your pussy.” Dad chuckled.
“I was talking about that first time you fucked me back here” I said. “When Dad and I brought you back home from Los Angeles.”
“Huh? Oh...yeah” he mumbled, still distracted by his phone.
“What the hell has got your undivided attention and why is the answer not ‘me’?” I asked, becoming a bit annoyed with his lack of interest in our conversation. I lightly smacked the back of his head rest.
“Sigh. Remember that Korean kid Chris that I train down at the gym?” Sal said.
“...Uh and fuck every week?” I said. “Yes, I remember. He follows you around the gym like a lost puppy.”
“Well, he found my old OnlyFans content on Pornhub or Boyfriend.tv or wherever and...uh...he recognizes you...Dad...Nico...” Sal said trailing off.
“Well, ‘Luigi’, you’re the one that wanted us to film content with you, remember? So, what. Is he like freaked out? Angry?” I asked.
“Uh...the opposite, actually” Sal said looking back at me. “He said he wants to join us sometime.”
“Hmm...I don’t know” I said drawing a zigzag down the middle of the heart on the window. “He’s handsome and younger than me. I prefer being the young stud of the group.” Sal and Dad busted out laughing. “Oh, fuck you both” I said laughing with them. “So, do you think it’s weird we didn’t bring Nico or Mike?” I had the sudden urge to change the subject.
“Well, the invitation explicitly stated that only the people on the list are allowed to attend” Dad said. “Mikey didn’t seem interested. He was gonna go hang with some of the guys from work. And I haven’t seen or heard from Nicky in a couple days.” He looked back at me through the rearview mirror. “But we all know your uncle. He loves getting into shit. I’m sure he’ll pop up soon enough with some new drama.”
As the car rounded the bend, a giant palatial estate came into view. It was three stories tall, made of stone and looked to be about as wide as a football stadium. The lawn was an oasis of water features, palm trees and other desert plants with real grass being actively watered by an extensive sprinkler system.
“Jesus Christ” I said as I slowly pulled off my sunglasses and leaned forward. We soon came to a stop at the home’s gated entrance. There was a security camera pointed at our car. After a moment, we heard a loud buzz as the gates slowly opened.
“I see” Dad said. “That’s why they asked for our car info beforehand.” The car slowly lurched forward as we drove up the lengthy driveway towards two young men standing out front under a small canvas tent. The men stood there in tight black dress pants and vests. Their long-sleeved white dress shirts were unbuttoned and open, revealing their hairless muscular pecs. They wore masks that hugged the top part of their faces; one green, and one purple. The man in purple had long shoulder length blonde hair, straight and slicked back. The man in green had short black hair, shaved on the sides and spiked on top. They stood there smiling with their hands behind their backs.
As our car came to a stop, Mr. Purple walked up to my door and opened it for me as Mr. Green opened Sal’s. I tossed my sunglasses on the car seat and stepped out onto the hot pavement. I had opted to wear a white, sheer sarong tied around my waist, red flip flops and nothing else. I had wrapped the sarong tight enough so my tan ass and dick and balls could easily be seen through the fabric, especially if it got wet. We were going to an incestuous pool party for fucks sake. I think I know what the audience inside will like.
Sal hopped out next. He had borrowed one of my black speedos and opted to wear his favorite pair of black Adidas. The speedo was a size too small, as his massive cock weighed down the fabric in front. You could see the thick base of his cock and a good portion of the shaft. It looked like a giant baby arm in a hammock. He thanked Mr. Green and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as he continued texting with his boy toy.
Dad walked around the other side and tossed his keys to Mr. Purple. Dad had planned on wearing a pair of your standard “Dad swim trunks”, but Sal and I convinced him to wear a blue pair of Sal’s. They were still swim shorts, but they were smaller on Dad’s massive frame and presented his muscular ass and huge package nicely. He did insist on wearing one of his white tank tops though. “Thanks gentleman” Dad said as he stopped and stood next to me and Sal.
“Our pleasure” Mr. Green said. “We’ll have your car parked in the underground garage, so it doesn’t sit out here in this heat. Please head on in through the front doors and someone will be right with you.” Sal smacked my ass as we walked towards the front door. The two men got in our car and disappeared behind the house.
As we stepped into the massive foyer, another masked young man with short brown hair greeted us, this time in yellow.
“Welcome gentlemen” he said with a disarming smile. “I hope your journey out here was pleasant.” He walked over to a small counter on the side of the room. “The master of the house understands that not everyone can appreciate the love you all share for and with one another, so discretion and privacy is absolutely critical.” The three of us looked at each other.
“Can I ask who the master of the house is?” Dad asked, looking around at the ornate, interior architecture. The room was dark purple and gothic in design. Dark wooden furniture and velvet upholstery filled every corner and draped every massive window. Elaborate molding outlined the room’s vaulted ceilings. Massive oil paintings decorated the wall.
“Oh, he’ll be along momentarily” Mr. Yellow replied. “He is most eager to meet you all. But first things first. We do ask that all guests store their cellphones in a private lockbox that only you will be given the access code to. We want our guests to feel free from distractions...and recordings. You can also store any keys, wallets, or what have you, that you don’t wish to carry around the grounds and possibly lose.”
“Oh, uh...I...” Sal looked down at his phone like he was being asked to cut off a limb. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone and handed it to Mr. Yellow.
“Your little white chocolate morsel will be fine for a couple hours” I said with an undertone of jealousy. Dad handed over his phone and wallet as I walked back to Sal’s side.
“And you, sir?” Mr. Yellow said in my direction.
I unwrapped my sarong and dropped it down low, slowly turning so he could get a full view. “Does it look like I’m holding anything else?” I asked.
“Wonderful” he said, casually, as he turned around and placed their items in a small safe behind the desk. He must be quite desensitized to this kind of stuff by now. “Mr. Deluca, if you’ll please come around here and enter the code of your choosing. Just enter it once, hit the pound sign and enter it a second time and you’ll be all set. I’ll go let the master of the house know you’re ready. Please wait here.” Mr. Yellow disappeared through a door behind the counter as Dad walked back to our side.
“What code did you pick?” I asked.
“12-10-07” he replied with a smirk.
“OK” I said as Sal, chuckled. “What’s so funny? I don’t get it.”
“......It’s our cock sizes” Sal laughed as he wiped tears from his eyes.
“Oh, fuck you both” I said, rolling my eyes. “Seriously.”
“Don’t worry, son. There will be plenty of time for that.” The three of us turned our attention to the new voice behind us.
“Welcome to my home away from home, gentlemen” the man said. He was in his early 60’s with short, silver hair and a square jaw. He was muscular, though not as physically imposing as Dad. He had a smattering of silver chest hair, and a bushy silver treasure trail leading down to this navy blue and purple swim trunks. He had a lit cigar in one hand and a margarita in the other.
“Are...uh...are you...Governor Fox?” Dad asked in shock.
“In here, you can just call me Ted” he said with a chuckle as he took a sip from his margarita.
“It’s, uh, really nice to meet you Mr. Gov-....er...Ted” Dad said, shaking his hand nervously. Ted patted Dad on the shoulder, trying to calm him down. I was never really into politics. I just looked for ‘Democrat’, filled in the bubble and moved on with my day.
“Tony, you’re gonna meet a lot of men and boys here...some in the public arena, that you would have no clue fuck their sons or dads” Ted said calmly. “Believe me, you’re with your own kind. We’re all brothers here.” Dad just smiled and nodded. “Now let me get a look at your boys here.”
Ted put his drink and cigar down on the counter and then slowly walked over to me, looking me up and down with a smile. He reached under my sarong and stroked my cock as we stared each other in the eyes. “Very nice, Vinnie. I’ve heard amazing things about that pussy of yours too. I hope it has a lot of fun today.” Then he turned to Sal.
He reached down and freed Sal’s massive cock from his tiny speedo. Sal just stood there in shock like I did. He rubbed the slit of his flared cock head, coaxing out a bead of pre-cum. “Very impressive, Sal. Word is, you’re not that far off from your father. Just a heads up, you’ll probably find some of your former ‘Luigi’s Room’ subscribers here looking for a show in person if you feel...up...to it.” He squeezed Sal’s cock one more time and then tucked it back in his speedo as he sucked the pre-cum from his thumb like a fresh wound.
“You have a very impressive family, Tony” Ted said as he picked his cigar back up and took a drag. “Just remember; it’s your responsibility to protect them. Don’t let anyone get in your way.”
Just then he let out a loud whistle. “Now boys, you are free to roam the grounds, go exploring. Please swim, eat, drink and fuck your brains out. You’re the guests of honor today.” Just then, two boys, probably about 18 years old, burst through the double doors ahead of us. They were slim and hairless, wearing black jockstraps and leather pup masks. They ran over to Ted and nuzzled up against his legs, whimpering.
“I’d like you to meet my twin boys, Tommy and Billy” Ted said, as he lovingly patted their heads. One of the twins growled. “Sorry! When they’re like this they prefer to go by Patches and Tiger.” The two puppies barked happily. “The things we’ll do for our kids. Anyway, Patches and Tiger here will show you to the pool area. I’d like to steal your father for a minute to talk about some potential work opportunities. He’ll be along shortly. I promise.”
“You boys go have fun” Dad said with a wave. “Sal...keep an eye on your brother.”
“Oh, they’ll be fine” Ted laughed as he ushered Dad into another room. Patches and Tiger started headbutting our legs, trying to coax us through the doors to the rest of the house. Sal wrapped his arm around my waist as we headed through the double doors. I gave him a quick kiss on the shoulder.
We headed down a long, candle-lit hallway past a series of doors. The twins ran ahead of us, eagerly whimpering for us to follow them. As we got to the end of the hallway, we could see a bright light, emanating from the crack under the door. I slowly opened the door and was immediately blinded by the sudden presence of sunlight. We stepped out onto the marble tile floor of the home’s indoor pool. A massive glass atrium hung overhead, letting in sunlight but keeping in the air conditioning. The pool itself was massive, with a second level and a waterfall between the two. On either side of the pool were nine or ten semi-private cabanas with lounges and beds. Unlike the rest of the gothic house, this pool was decorated like an ancient Greek bathhouse. There were marble columns surrounding the pool, adorned with vines that climbed the ceiling and draped over the several nude male statues in between the columns.
Classical music poured out of the speakers hidden by the vines and in the potted plants, but as you approached, you could begin to hear ‘it’. An undercurrent of moaning, slurping, popping, grunting, and the growls of ejaculation persisted despite the music. Everywhere you looked, there were small groups spread out in various stages of fucking, sucking, or just watching while they stroked their cocks. The ages seemed to vary from late teens to late sixties. Everyone was lost in their own world.
As we approached the pool, Patches and Tiger scampered away. Their duty was done. I looked over to my right and noticed a small alcove. There was a buffet of tropical fruits and various hors d’oeuvres. As I took mental inventory of the spread, I caught the eye of some Latino kid filling up his plate. He was cute and he looked to be about my age. We waved at each other awkwardly and then he grabbed his plate and ducked through a nearby door. Odd.
Sal and I walked up to the edge of the pool. For a ‘pool party’ there certainly weren’t a lot of people actually using it. A few men in their 50’s stood in the shallow end of the pool, completely naked, casually conversing with each other. They noticed Sal and I and gave us a polite smile and wave before returning to their conversation.
“Hey baby” Sal said as he hugged me from behind. His massive cock trying to wedge in between my fabric covered ass cheeks. “I’m dying for something to drink and I’m not gonna lie, Ted’s margarita looked good. It looks like there’s a bar in that alcove too.” He rested his chin on my shoulder as one of his hands rummaged through the fabric of my sarong, trying to get to my cock. “Want to go check out that buffet area with me?”
“Actually, I’d like to stay and check out the pool” I said, stepping out of my flip flops and dipping a toe into the water. I’ll admit. I was being a bit childish. Now that he didn’t have his distracting Korean boy toy, I was suddenly getting ‘flirty Sal’ again. “But you can bring me back something.” He let out a small chuckle.
“Sure, little bro” he said, removing his hand from my crotch. “I’ll bring you back something. Just don’t go too far. Dad expects me to keep an eye on you.” I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. He kissed my shoulder and turned towards the alcove readjusting the slowly inflating cock in his speedo.
I looked over at the beautiful waterfall in between the two pool levels and noticed shadows moving around behind it. I decided to check it out. I was delighted to find that the pool was heated as I slowly made my way down the steps and past the older gentleman, still deep in conversation with one another. My sarong, now completely see through, floated on the surface of the water. I slowly doggy paddled my way over to the waterfall. As I got closer, I could hear rough grunts and soft moans begging for more. I ducked my head under water and reemerged on the other side of the waterfall.
As I popped up, I slicked my wet hair back and wiped the water from my eyes. The roar of the waterfalls drowned out the music. In front of me was a small, hollowed out cave with a thin mattress on the ground. A fat, hairy, bear of a man in a tattered and stained jockstrap had his back to me as his gorilla-sized fist burrowed elbow-deep into the hole of his young companion. The young man ran his hands through the man’s back hair as he smacked the boy’s caged cock with his free hand.
“Yes daddy! Please fist my pussy!” the boy yelled. The older man grunted like an animal in response as sweat dripped down his body. He reached down to free his beer can-sized cock from his jock. A glob of thick, white cum fell to the floor. I slowly swam along the edge of the waterfall, until I realized my feet could now easily touch the ground. I stood up. The water was waist deep.
The kid’s head was still squirming from side to side, but the man noticed the sudden movement and turned his head to face me. He was bald on top with short brown hair along the sides with a thick mustache. It was our physician.
“Doc...Doctor Sumner?” I asked, surprised. He looked me right in the eyes as he continued to wear his companion like a glove.
“Ah! Vincent!” He said with a smile. “I had an inkling about you Delucas, but nobody likes to tell me anything around here. Glad to see I was right.” I guess Ted was right too. You never know who you’re going to see at these parties, but I never really considered my own doctor. Maybe because I wasn’t attracted to him, but now that I think about it, he did insist on checking my cock and balls without gloves and sometimes, it felt like his ‘lump check’ took longer than normal.
“This is my grandson, Eric” he said as Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Why don’t you stick around and play with us? Doctor Sumner’s got plenty of toys to try out on your...young...body.” He slowly pulled his arm out of Eric, who continued to lay there writhing and fingering his gaping, empty hole. He crawled to the ledge of the cave and beckoned me over with his greasy, unclean hands. My stomach sank and I slowly began to back away. “Where are you going, boy? We’re just getting started” he said with a sinister smile.
Just then a hand from the other side of the waterfall grabbed my arm and pulled me out.
“Are you really that fucking dumb, Deluca?” It was Adam Winger, my teammate on the swim team, our coach’s grandson, and someone who considers himself to be MY rival even though he’s nowhere near as good as me...at anything, really.
“Adam? What...what are you talking about?” I asked, wiping the water from my face. Adam was still pulling me towards the shallow end of the pool. He wore a short white robe loosely tied at the waist, now soaking wet. As he swam, the robe floated up and I could see his cock and balls floating in the water. His cock was a little bit bigger than mine, but considering I preferred having my pussy bred, I didn’t consider it a ‘win’ for him. My ass was nicer.
“You never go into the fucking Warthog’s den” he said finally able to stand up on the pool floor. His smooth right tit peaked out, as his soaking robe hung off his shoulder. “That guy is into some weird and...creepy as fuck, shit. Didn’t anyone tell you to stay away?” He ran his hand over his recently buzzed brown hair as I stood up next to him. My see-through sarong now clung tightly to my body.
“Uh, no” I said as I looked towards the waterfall. I ran my hands through my soaking hair and flicked the water at Adam’s face. “He’s our doctor. I think we need a new doctor.” Adam looked at me concerningly and nodded slowly. “Why didn’t you take off your robe before jumping in?”
“Dude, you’re lucky I saw you and came running” he said, wiping his face. “You do NOT want him touching you. Trust me.”
“Whelp...doesn’t feel great that those two guys I passed on my way to the waterfall didn’t say anything” I said, looking around to see where they went. “If he’s so awful, why does he keep getting invited?”
“It’s supposed to be a judgement free party but...we judge. Also...I’m pretty sure there’s some concern he’d blab to the public if we ever kicked him out. I keep telling Ted his dumbass kids shouldn’t be part of the welcoming committee” Adam said as he climbed the stairs out of the pool. “They never talk when they’re in those damn pup masks...and they’re ALWAYS in those damn masks.” He looked back at me, taking in the full view of my body as I climbed out of the pool behind him. His eyes lingering on my cock and balls through the transparent sarong. “Come on” he said with a sigh as he grabbed my hand and lead me to a nearby empty cabana.
He peeled off his wet robe and tossed it on an empty chair. As he plopped down naked on one of the lounge chairs, his cock began to swing back and forth like a pendulum. “I’ll give you the rundown” he said motioning for me to sit next to him. I rolled my eyes and let out an audible sigh as I crossed my arms. I slowly sat down next to him. He shifted closer so our thighs touched. “OK, so you know about the Warthog now. OK...see that group of guys in the cabana next to us? Recognize anyone?”
I looked over Adam’s shoulder to the group of men next to us. A muscular, hairless man with wavy brown hair, in his early forties was posting on the massive black cock of another man in his forties. On the lounge next to them, a young white boy in his late teens was eating out the pussy of a similarly aged black boy. I’m guessing a father-son swap situation. No one really caught my eye, but the muscle pussy riding that black cock seemed somewhat familiar.
“Is that...?” I trailed off, going through the rolodex in my brain.
“Everyone’s favorite local weatherman, Trent Stagg” he said. “Single father, purported ‘ladies’ man’, pillar of the community. Little do they know his ass has had more beads in it than a JoAnn Fabrics.”
“Heh. Good one” I said as I leaned back on the lounge. A bead of water ran down the middle of my six-pack, catching Adam’s attention.
“He’s actually super friendly, but he will ask you if you want an autograph literally every time you talk to him” Adam said, scanning the other groups around us. “He only goes for massive black cocks, but he loves having an audience if you wanted to watch.” I looked at him and shook my head. “See those guys on the other side of the pool?”
I looked across the pool to another cabana. A chubby Korean man in his sixties with short gray hair sat still on a couch completely nude while a slim, young, smooth Korean boy was spit-roasted by two other muscular Korean guys on the lounge in front of him. The boy moaned loudly as he was brutally hammered from both ends. The old man’s purple-headed cock stood straight up leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, but he never touched himself.
“We call him ‘The Wolf’” Adam said, coyly placing a hand on my lower back. “He’s some giant tech company big wig in Seoul. He had a big hand in getting Ted elected 2 years ago and provides financial support to the dads and sons in his inner circle.” His thumb slowly stroked my back. I rolled my eyes. “All he does is sit and watch his youngest son get railed by his oldest twin sons, until he’s leaking cum from both ends.”
“A wolf, a warthog...does everyone get their own animal?” I asked. “If so, can I pick mine?”
“No, it’s just them” he chuckled. “Although, The Warthog knows to steer clear of The Wolf. That’s partly why he hides in his cave. I heard rumors The Wolf once had Doc beaten within an inch of his life for offending him, but that was before my family joined and only people in the inner circle know the truth.”
“Not cool enough for the inner circle, huh?” I asked. He stared at the floor for a second before continuing.
“Dad and Grandpa told me to just drop it” he said. “Other than that, it’s just a bunch of dads and sons from the Santa Fe area. A couple from out of state invited by Ted and The Wolf. Oh...our economics professor and his sons are here. They must be in one of the other rooms.” He re-scanned each of the other cabanas.
“Other rooms?” I asked.
“Yeah. It is a ‘pool party’ but Ted likes to let folks wander and fuck all over his house. He’s got beds and every type of toy you could imagine scattered throughout the complex...but you’ll see soon enough” he said as his hand drifted down and cupped my ass. Ever since his grandpa fucked my pussy, he’s been trying to get a turn every chance he gets. I mean...he’s cute, but it was always hotter turning him down than fucking him.
“Well thanks for the overview, Winger” I said standing up to go find Sal, when I felt a tug on my sarong. I turned around. Adam sat there with a clump of it in his hand. His legs spread open as he slowly stroked his cock.
“Where do you think you’re going Deluca?” he asked, pulling me in closer. “You owe me that pussy.” His thumb swirled around his cock head, passing over the leaking slit repeatedly.
“Hard pass” I said. “Have a good time, Winger.” I turned to walk away again as Adam grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto the lounge. I fell on my back with a thud as Adam ripped my sarong off. “What the actual fuck, Adam?” Using my wrist still in his hand, he flipped me over onto my stomach and climbed on top of me. I squirmed below him, trying to get him off me, but he held my hands down and put the full weight of his body on top of mine.
“I’m taking this pussy, Deluca” he whispered in my ear. “No more playing hard to get. No more taunting me. I know you want to feel this throbbing cock slide deep into your guts.” His hard cock slid back and forth as he humped into my cheeks, getting my crack slick with pre-cum. I could feel my own stiff cock leaking pre-cum as I humped into the chair cushion. I let out a soft moan.
With each rhythmic hump into me, his fat cock head began to breach the opening of my pink, hairless ring. Instinctively, I began pushing back on the intrusion, desperate to feel every vein rub along my smooth interior walls. Our game had run its course. Would it be so bad to let this jackass breed me? He let out a chuckle when he noticed my thrusts backwards met him halfway. Next thing I knew he was a couple inches inside me. He let out a low hiss as my pussy began doing what it does best, milking cocks. He started kissing the back of my neck as he continued to fuck into me. After a minute or so, I felt his smooth balls resting on mine. He had bottomed out inside me.
Sensing my resistance was over, he released my wrists. I slowly pushed back against him until I was on all fours. He grabbed my waist and began carving me out. These weren’t slow, sensual thrusts. This was jackhammer sex. His hips smacked into my ass over and over again with great force. His balls smacking against me created an echo the music desperately tried to drown out. I tried to clamp down on his cock with my pussy like a vice to control the situation, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Heh. Nice try. I know what you’re trying to do, Deluca” he said as he pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. “You’re not in control here. I am.” The fuck he was.
I turned slightly and shoved him off with my foot. His cock made a loud, wet popping sound as he fell off the lounge and stumbled backwards. He glared at me in anger. I rolled over onto my back and put my legs behind my head. I slowly rubbed my ass cheeks and pulled my swollen pussy open for him. I could feel the cool air on my silky, smooth pussy walls.
“Come on, Winger. Don’t you know how to be a good top or are you too busy taking daddy and gramp’s dicks?” I said, taunting the fucker. His face turned red.
He jumped on top of me and smacked my ass hard, leaving a mark. He lined his sloppy cock back up with my hole and bottomed out again in one go. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he punched my prostate repeatedly. I began stroking my cock and playing with my nipples, moaning like a bitch in heat.
“Ha. There you go, slut” he said, as he stretched my pussy open. “You like that cock, huh, Deluca? You’re such a fucking cock slut.” His breathing was getting heavier. “By the way? Everyone on the team knows you’re fucking your dad and brother. Well, they do now, cause I told them weeks ago.” That fucking asshole! I reached up and slapped his face. He looked stunned but he never stopped fucking me. He reached down and wrapped his hands around my neck, putting his full body weight into each slam, destroying my insides.
I released my legs and kicked him off me once more. He stumbled backwards again, this time down onto the tile floor. He had driven enough. I straddled him and fell to my knees, impaling myself on his greasy cock. He looked up at me with a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. I began posting up and down, faster and faster. His pre-cum began leaking out around the edges of my pussy with each thrust.
“Listen, asshole” I said, twisting his nipples hard. He let out a yelp and tried to smack my hands away. “If you actually told anyone about my family, I will ruin...your...life.” I began swirling my hips, round and round, never letting his nipples go. “I have an uncle that loves fucking up people’s lives. Believe me. You don’t want me to point him in your direction. Now cum for me, bitch.”
“No...waitwaitwaitwaitwait” he begged. He was enjoying this. Huh uh. We were done. His head flew back as jet after jet of warm cum coated my insides. After 3 or 4 shots I pulled off of him and rammed my cock down his throat, shooting my load into his belly as his cock continued to empty onto his stomach. He gulped repeatedly, not letting a drop go to waste. I pulled my cock out after the last volley of cum and smacked it on his face. Depleted, I stumbled back to the lounge and collapsed. Adam wiped his face and stomach and licked off the excess cum as he stood back up.
I laid there rubbing my swollen pussy ring as Adam grabbed a towel from a nearby stack and wrapped it around his waist. “Told you I’d get that pussy” he said, picking up my tattered sarong from the floor and tossing it on the cushion next to me.
“Must feel odd” I said, slowly sitting back up. “You get to win so rarely these days. I’m sure tonight’s diary entry is gonna be epic.”
“Fuck you, Deluca” he said with a laugh.
“Oh honey...that’s literally what you just did. Do you not know that?” I joked, standing up. “If you’re wondering, your grandpa fucked me better.” Adam rolled his eyes.
“Well, your pussy isn’t all that” he said, folding his arms.
“Yeah...yeah it is” I said defiantly.
“Yeah...it is” he admitted, biting his lip, taking in the view one last time.
“Adam” I said, as he turned to walk away.
“I didn’t tell anyone. You don’t need to send your uncle after me” he said, putting his hands up in the air. “See you around, Deluca. And stay away from the fucking waterfall.” As he walked away, I noticed Sal giving a real-life OnlyFans performance for a group of men in the cabana next door.
I balled up my sarong and walked over. Sal lay on a round day bed, covered in baby oil. He stroked his massive cock while he flexed and licked his arm pits. Five men in their sixties surrounded him and jerked their cocks. They would occasionally flick their pre-cum onto Sal’s body and he would rub it into his skin. Then he’d reach down and slowly insert a finger into his pussy and moan. Sal lived for this kind of shit. I know he’s aching to get his OnlyFans back up and running now that everything has settled down with Nico.
“Hey jerk” I said as I pushed my way through the group. “This your idea of keeping an eye on me? Winger just fucked me.”
“Oh hey, baby bro” Sal panted. “I saw you put your own legs behind your head. I think you were enjoying it.” He continued stroking while he pinched a greasy nipple. “Now that you’re done, want to bounce on your big bro’s veiny cock for these guys? Show them how your own brother rails that silky smooth young boy pussy?” He was being extra verbal for the audience, but I wasn’t feeling it. I love him and his cock, but when he’s in ‘performance mode’, it’s not as fun to be his cock sleeve. I demand attention.
“Uh, sounds fun...” I lied. “But I’m actually gonna go rinse off in the shower and steal some high-priced designer clothing to replace my ripped sarong.” One of the men chuckled.
“Second floor, east wing...last room on the left with the stuffed owl across from it” the man said. “Ted hides the good shit in that closet.” He winked at me and returned to stroking it to my brother.
“Thanks” I said. I squeezed my way back out of the group and headed towards the bathroom. When I walked in, there were several urinals and stalls. In the corner were four shower heads, with every bath product you could ever think of. I tossed my sarong in the trash and turned on one of the shower heads.
I soaped myself up, rinsed off, and reached for a towel. I slowly ran the towel over my body, dried my hair, and bent down to get my feet. I could feel the cool air dance across my hole.
“Honestly, when I got here, I was worried I was going to be jealous of you” a voice said, coming from behind me. I turned around. It was the Latino kid that waved to me earlier sitting on the bathroom counter. He had wavy dark brown hair and a smooth, but muscular swimmer’s body like me. I didn’t see any hair other than the mustache and goatee on his square jaw. He wore a pair of boat shoes and some khaki short shorts. “But after finally seeing you in person, I might be jealous of my dad. Is that wrong?”
“What? What’s happening now?” I said confused. I tossed the towel into a nearby basket and walked over to him. His eyes drifted up from my cock and locked with mine. “Do I know you?”
“Vinnie, oh my god” he laughed. “I guess I do look pretty different.” I continued staring at him. Looking for something familiar. Then my eyes drifted down to his feet. A bracelet with a jade condor charm hung tightly around his left ankle. I sent something like that as a small birthday gift to...Oh my god. It couldn’t be. His shoulder length hair and beard were gone, but those were his eyes.
“M-Maximo?” I said in disbelief. The son of my...I mean, Diego’s son...was here? All the way from Chile?
After finding out about me and his dad, he started following me on Instagram. We’d slide into each other’s DMs from time to time to chat. Diego isn’t great with technology, so I sometimes had to play the go-between for them. Maximo had a birthday last month and I asked if it would be alright to send him something in the care package Diego was putting together. Diego’s face beamed with excitement. He was happy his two boys were getting along. He rarely posted anything to his account other than pics from the art galleries he would go to or funny memes, but as soon as I posted a picture of me sunbathing or wearing next to nothing, the first notification I’d receive was that he ‘liked’ it.
“You can just call me Max, guapo” he chuckled, hopping off the counter. He held up a short cloth robe, like the one Adam wore, offering to help me put it on.
“What...how...how are you here?” I asked, still confused, as I slid my arms into the robe. He stepped closer and wrapped the robe around my waist from behind. I could feel his breath on my neck as he tied the sash around my waist. He lingered there for a moment, before stepping back. He walked back towards the sink and leaned against it.
“My papi called me out of the blue two weeks ago. Said his employer was offering to fly me out and help transfer my credits to the local community college in Santa Fe. You go to the community college here, right?” I nodded. “Come to America? Be with my dad again? For free? Pa’ was uneasy accepting the offer, but his boss promised there were no strings. So here I am.”
“Really? I’m...I’m just so confused why my dad didn’t tell me” I said leaning against the counter next to him. I hadn’t seen or heard from Diego in a couple weeks. I had my head buried underground due to finals at school and I guess he was also busy getting his son back.
“Oh, uh no...” he said, scrolling through his Spanish to English dictionary in his mind. “It was your...tio? Uh...your uncle. Nicholas something?” Jesus Christ.
“Nico. His name’s Nico” I said with a loud sigh as I rubbed my forehead. “He has a well-documented habit of...meddling...but don’t worry, these days, my dad will make sure there are zero strings.”
“Perdon, Vinnie” he said disappointedly looking at the floor. “I’m sorry if me being here...fucks your shit up or something.” I felt bad. I was giving the complete wrong impression. I stood up and pulled him in for a hug.
“No, no, no, no, no, Max” I said squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry. I’m honestly really happy you’re here.” I pulled back a bit and played with his hair and stroked his face, like I was trying to make sure he was real. “You clean up really nicely, Max.” He blushed and looked away. “Diego must be over the moon to have you here.”
“He is. Actually, he sent me to come get you” Max said, his hands resting on the top of my bubble butt. I instinctively flexed them causing him to smirk. “Well...both our dads. They wanted to see us in...something called a...’drawing room’...down the hall.” I could feel the bulge in his shorts press against mine. He looked down at my lips as he ever so slightly pressed into me. I was tempted. I was really fucking tempted, but I also didn’t want to rock the boat with Diego until I got a better feeling for their dynamic in person.
“Alright, well, lead the way handsome” I said heading towards the door. He smiled at me and adjusted his hardon as he took my hand and led us back out to the pool. I looked over and saw Sal was still holding court with his audience, except now the men were seated around him as he bounced on a massive purple dildo and he tweaked his nipples.
Max walked up to the door that led back out to the entrance and held it open for me but never let go of my hand. It felt nice. Completely natural despite us just meeting in person for the first time. I leaned into his arm. We were back in the candle-lit hallway from earlier. He seemed to know where he was going, so I let him drive.
“So, you guys got an invitation to this party in the mail too, huh” I asked, squeezing his bicep.
“Papi said your tio gave him one a day after he decided to take him up on the offer to move me out here” Max said, rubbing his thumb along my fingers. How was Nico already involved with this group? It didn’t make any sense.
We passed by a couple doors and then stopped at a blue door across from a giant Greek painting of a naked young man being violated by a minotaur. We stopped and stared at it for what felt like hours.
“Does...does this place kind of...freak you out?” I asked huddling closer to him.
“Oh...this place is fucked, V” he said releasing my hand and putting his arm around my shoulders. He leaned in. His mouth pressed against my ear. “Ten cuidado, guapo (be careful, handsome). Hay lobos aqui (there are wolves here).” He turned around and walked up to the blue door and opened it, waiting for me.
The room was silent and dark with the exception of a crackling fireplace against the far wall. The heavy damasque curtains hung shut on their ornate curtain rods keeping out any sunlight.
“Over here, bud.” It was my dad. I noticed the two shadows on the couch in front of the fireplace begin to move.
“Come join us, mis hijos” Diego chimed in. Max gently pressed the small of my back coaxing me towards our two dads. We stepped onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace and saw our dads sitting there, completely naked, just hanging out. “Come sit on the couch with us.” He patted the seat next to him. As I turned to walk towards my dad, Max grabbed my waist and re-directed me towards Diego. The two dads look at each other and smiled.
“Mi Vinito...” Diego whispered. “I’m so happy to see my boys finally together.” I walked over to Diego as he reached up and undid my robe. I shrugged my shoulders, causing it to fall to the floor. Dad leaned forward and ran his hands up Max’s six-pack before slowly unzipping his shorts and pulling them down. Max stepped out of his shoes and then his shorts. He ran his hands through Dad’s hair as Dad leaned in and swallowed Max’s cock whole. Max looked at me and smiled.
Diego buried his face in my cock and balls and breathed me in as his hands cupped my cheeks. He grabbed the base of my cock and kissed the head before devouring me. I let out a gasp and held onto Diego’s broad shoulders as he worshiped my dick. Max and I continued taking in each other’s scenes. Our breathing got heavier and in sync with one another. It was so hot watching Dad blow him while his dad serviced me. I looked down and noticed our dad’s leaking massive dicks oozing puddles of pre-cum on the couch. Diego’s fingers began circling my pussy as Dad began tugging on Max’s balls.
“Hey, how about you let your sons take care of you now?” I asked, looking at Max. His eyes, half open, gave me a wink.
“Sounds good to me” Dad chimed in. He wrapped a hand around his massive cock, aching for attention. “Think your boy can take this beast, Diego?” He squeezed his cock from its base as a glob of pre-cum ran down his veiny shaft and hairy balls.
“Well...both OUR boys have been impaled by MY cock” Diego bragged. “Don’t worry about Maximo. He is a Perez. He can handle it.” He winked at his son. I grabbed Diego’s hand and pulled him up off the couch.
“Why don’t you guys lay down on this bearskin rug?” I suggested. They looked at each other and shrugged as they got into position. “Mmm....no. Not like that. Lay facing each other. Wrap your legs around each other’s. Get your cocks nice and close.” Max looked at me and smiled. He knew I wanted us to be close. As our dads got into position, Max and I straddled their giant cocks. As we impaled ourselves, we used each other to keep our balance. Eventually we sat down on our dads’ laps, their cocks buried to the hilt in our young pussies.
Diego ran his hands up my back before grabbing my hips and urging me to start fucking myself. At this point in our...situationship...we had tried every position possible. While I enjoyed taking it from behind as he aggressively pulled my hair, he enjoyed laying back and admiring my body as I posted on his daddy cock.
Max and I began slowly bouncing on our dads’ dicks. Dad and Diego just laid back and relaxed as their sons milked their massive cocks with our tight, smooth boy pussies. I began putting on a show for Max as I rode his dad’s dick. I licked my armpits and began playing with my nipples. I felt every ridge and vein of Diego’s cock remold my insides. The fireplace began to turn the room into a sauna. I slicked back my sweaty hair and let out a loud moan as Diego’s cock punched my g-spot repeatedly. Max bit his lip as his cock began leaking pre-cum down Dad’s hairy thigh as he bounced. My mouth hung open as I looked at him yearningly.
In a sweaty daze, Max leaned forward and held my face in his hand. He slid a thumb into my mouth, and I massaged it with my tongue. He slipped a hand behind my head, pulling me in for a kissed. Our hands explored each other’s sweaty, slippery bodies. I massaged his pecs before I reached down to stroke his throbbing dick, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“Huh uh...Not yet, guapo” he panted with a smile. “I want a turn too...” He motioned down to his dad’s cock buried in my pussy. Fuck yeah. I just smiled as I squeezed Diego’s cock harder. I was having fun, but I desperately needed Max inside me now. I needed to feel his load fill me up. Feel it mix inside my pussy with his dad’s load. I could tell Max felt the same, as he began to pick up his pace, slamming down on Dad’s cock, faster and faster. I pulled off Diego until only his head was inside my pussy. I switched to shorter, controlled bounces, pushing his cock head passed my ring and pulling off again over and over. I knew how to push Diego over the edge. Nothing feels better than that pop of the initial penetration. Grunts and panting filled the room as our dads got close to cumming.
“Ay...Vinito! I’m gonna cum, baby!” Diego reached up and grabbed my shoulders slamming me down firmly on his cock as he emptied the contents of his balls into my guts.
“Fuck! Here it comes, kid” Dad yelled as he thrusted up into Max one last time. I watched his balls pulse as they sprayed the walls of his insides. With our dads now taken care of, it was time to take care of each other. I slowly pulled off of Diego and crawled onto the bearskin rug on my hands and knees, presenting my pussy to Max. Max climbed off my dad and got into position behind me. He ran his hands down my back and pulled my cheeks apart, admiring the freshly bred hole.
“Hey, hey, hey. Turn around, guapo” he said softly. “I want to see that beautiful face.” I smiled and laid down on my back next to Diego, putting my legs in the air and grabbing my ankles. Max climbed on top of me as I grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at my pussy. I pulled his foreskin back as his head penetrated my hole. His dad’s cum seeped out around his cock as he sunk deeper and deeper into me. He leaned in, eyes half open, and he kissed me. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths. A kindred spirit. Something I hadn’t felt before. Something different than what I feel for Dad or Sal. Something like...whatever’s happening with me and Diego.
He reached down and scooped some of his dad’s cum running between my cheeks and used it to lube up my cock. I gasped as he began to jerk me off. He slowly began to fuck me deep. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in tight. His balls slapped against my ass as his dad’s load churned into a frothy foam around my pussy. We broke our kiss, but we didn’t move, panting into each other’s faces. Our bodies glistened with sweat as he grabbed a clump of my hair and yanked it back hard. Did Diego tell him I liked that? My head flew back as he dived in and alternated between biting and kissing my neck.
“Max...” I moaned softly and out of breath as I held his ass cheeks, trying to keep him buried deep within me.
“You—feel—so—fucking—good—baby” he grunted in between thrusts.
We both knew this felt different and we were both afraid to let it end. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn’t last much longer, no matter how hard I tried. My face began to contort as I fought my desire to cum. Max could tell and he smiled.
“Dame tu leche, guapo (give me your milk, handsome)” Max whispered. “Damelo (give it to me).” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I wanted to cum and I wanted to obey him.
“Fuck!” I yelled, as my hands clawed his back. My cock erupted between us, spraying our stomachs and filling my cum gutters. My pussy clamped down tight around his cock as I came, sending him over the edge. “Breed me, Max. Please breed me.”
He buried his head in my neck and growled, slamming one last time before he replaced the load he just fucked out of me. He collapsed on top of me while he caught his breath.
“You have fun, bud?” Dad asked, squeezing the last of his cum from his cock as he leaned against the couch behind him.
“Yeah...Dad...I had...fun” I said in between breaths. Diego rolled over onto his elbow and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I turned to face him, and we kissed deeply for a moment.
“We’re lucky dads, Tony” Diego said propping himself up next to dad against the couch. Max slowly pulled out of me and sat back on his knees while he waited for me to get situated. I crawled over and rested my head on my dad’s stomach as Max laid his head on my lap.
As we laid there on the bear skin rug, covered in sweat and cum, the door flung open. It was our good friend, Mr. Yellow.
“I’m terribly sorry for interrupting, gentlemen, but there is a guest out front that would like to speak with Mr. Deluca before he joins the party” he said, brandishing a long silk, black robe. “I brought you a dressing robe in case your other garments were...unavailable.”
“Uh...sure” Dad said, gently lifting my head off his chest and placing it onto Diego’s. Diego began to stroke my hair gently. Dad stood up and let Mr. Yellow help him put the robe on. “When I get back, let’s go check out the rest of the party.” He turned around and followed Mr. Yellow out the door.
I ran my hand through Max’s hair as my head slowly rose and fell with Diego’s breathing. I was seconds away from falling asleep when I heard my dad yelling at the top of his lungs. Max turned his head and looked up at me, concerned. He sat up and looked at the door.
“Do you want me...?” he began to ask.
“No...no...I’ll go check” I said slowly standing up. Max grabbed my hand and kissed my palm softly. He reached over and handed me his shorts. I slipped them over my bubble butt, and zipped them up, but I left the top button open. “I’ll go see what’s going on. Don’t go far, OK?”
“We won’t, Vinito” Diego said with a smile as he patted Max’s shoulder.
As I retraced my steps back to the foyer, I could hear a heated argument on the other side of the double doors. I slowly cracked one of the doors open and stepped back into the bright entryway.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dad growled with anger. As my eyes adjusted, I looked over and saw who was on the receiving end of his ire.
“Uncle Nico?” I asked, walking over to Dad’s side. “What are you doing here?”
“Nico. Don’t” Dad said firmly.
“Nico don’t” Nico replied mockingly. “I wanted to have our little family reunion before we joined the rest of the party.”
“What is he talking about, Dad?” I asked.
“He’s probably talking about me, cuz” a voice said from behind Nico. Nico stepped to the side. There he was. Jake Carrington. My first...my first everything?
“Jake? What are you doing here?” I asked, still confused.
“Dad and I wanted to join the party” Jake replied, looking up at Nico.
“The fuck did you just call him?!”
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