The following is a work of erotic fiction. As such, it depicts graphic sexual situations. Only venture forward if it is legal for you to do so in your region.
Another weekend at the Johnson home. As per the usual routine, Vivian went off on her Saturday visit with the folks. Eighteen-year-old Ryder was excited that it wasn’t his week to accompany her. Grandma and Grandpa were alright and he enjoyed hanging out with his uncles, if they were around, but he’d rather be at home with his father. Alone. Sixteen-year-old Jaylen wasn’t all that thrilled about going (he’d much rather spend the weekend hanging with his wresting buds), but Vivian gave him little choice. That left Ryder home alone with his father, his obedient slave.
Ryder had been planning for this day all week. Oh, he’d fucked Alex in the basement, out in the backyard shed and in his bedroom when daddy followed orders and crept down the hallway at midnight, getting fucked by one son while the other---as well as his wife---were asleep only a short distance away. He just couldn’t get enough of his handsome, virile father’s muscle pussy. And, at the risk of exposure for his sexual proclivities, Alex had no choice but to submit to his teenage son’s every whim. Ryder had suspicions that daddy wasn’t near as reluctant as he had been in the beginning. Although he hadn’t said as much, Ryder had the idea that his fag dad sort of liked, well, some of the paces he was putting him through.
It was well after nine a.m. when Ryder bounded into the master bedroom and threw himself on his back across the queen sized mattress, rousing his dad. Alex, on his belly, with only a sheet covering him just below the swell of his butt, opened one eye and rolled both when he saw his son.
“Ry,” he yawned. “It’s Saturday morning, for crissake. “Don’t you ever want to sleep in?”
“Heck, no,” Ryder exclaimed. “It’s a beautiful day. I was thinkin’, since Mom and Jay are away, that we could make it a father/son day.”
Alex snorted. “I think we’ve been having more than enough father/son nights, don’t you? C’mon, Ry, I’ve been working all week. I just want to relax.”
Ryder clucked his tongue. “I’m not talkin’ about that, you know, sex stuff. I’m talkin’ about real father/son bonding. Figured we’d go down to the park. Throw a ball around. Maybe get up a game and shoot some hoops. You know, the stuff other dads and sons do on the weekend.”
Alex came up on his elbows and frowned uncertainly. “Are you serious about this? You want to just have a normal father and son day?”
“Sure I do,” Ryder convincingly professed. “Tell ya what,” he continued, rolling onto his belly and bracing himself up on his elbows the same as his father. “You just lay here a few minutes and I’ll get you some coffee . Black, just the way you like it. Then you can take a shower and we can get out and do our bonding thing.”
Alex wasn’t sure exactly whose son this was, but he wasn’t about to rock the boat. Could it be that Ryder had come to his senses? Seen the error of his ways? It was highly doubtful, but Alex was willing to take the chance.
Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, for all his life Alex Johnson had been a gay adventurer living in a straight man’s guise. All through high school he, a sports jock, had dated the hottest of the girls. And been fucked by the hottest of guys. Not so much his fellow athletes, but older men. Fans. Those who came to watch the basketball, baseball, soccer and football games specifically for him. Those who waited around in the parking lot afterwards to offer him a ride home, but instead took him to a secluded area for a blow job or a fast, cheap fuck. Things didn’t change much as he grew older. He married Vivian, who had a promising career, but he was far from faithful to her. At their wedding reception he managed to suck off his best man, eat the ass of her father’s friend and get fucked by the maître de.
Alex was slick. He kept his secret proclivities from everyone. Until a few weeks ago when his son caught him at that sleazy motel with a client. From that point on Ryder had been using him for his own perverse pleasures. Forcing him into situations Alex might never before have considered. He had to admit the porn shop glory hole scenario was pretty damned hot. And his eldest son---if he could learn to control himself---was a darned good fuck. While he knew it was somehow wrong, Alex couldn’t defy Ryder. Not if he wanted to keep his secret life secret.
Up until then his identity had pretty much remained uncompromised. Then, a couple of weeks ago, Ryder introduced their neighbor to the scene. Normally milquetoast Dustin Fellowes really put him through the ringer, brutally fist-fucking him (a first for Alex) before using his ultra-thick dick on him. Since then, over the back fence separating their properties, Alex and Dustin had reached an understanding. Dustin was all nervous apologies. Alex assured him there were no hard feelings. They cemented the deal in the shed behind the Fellowes house. Since then it seemed homely Dustin had become a new man, vigorously jogging numerous times around the block and noticeably dropping a few pounds.
Alex pulled a pillow up under his chin and, realizing he was mostly hard just thinking about his conquests, ground his groin against the mattress. Just then a bubbly Ryder returned to the room with coffee mug in hand, as promised. The java smelled awesome. Alex rolled over to prop himself up against the headboard, the sheet concealing his erection and took a healthy sip. Maybe he was just in need, but Ryder had brewed an excellent cup. Ryder skipped into the bathroom to get the shower running before returning to ask, “How’s the java, Dad? Is it okay?”
“Tastes fine, son,” Alex replied with a fatherly grin. It was a welcome change to have this version of Ryder.
“I’m not too good at making coffee,” Ryder sheepishly confessed.
Alex cocked an eyebrow. “Seems that you’ve mastered the art. Maybe you should teach your mother. Her coffee pretty much sucks.” He took another sip.
“Aw, c’mon dad, it can’t be that good,” Ryder coyly responded, playfully punching his father on a swollen bicep. Damn, was Dad built! Brother Jaylen was following in his footsteps. Ryder, on the other hand, was long, lean and trim.
Alex took another long draw and said, “Okay, guess I better hit the shower. Once I get dressed we can have that father/son bonding day.” Looking at his son seriously, he pointedly added, “I’d really like that.”
“Me too, Dad,” Ryder replied. But his was a false statement. Soon as Alex had gotten up off the bed and sauntered into the bath in his tight boxer briefs, which sooooooooo accentuated his muscle ass, Ryder snickered. By the time daddy dearest got out of that shower, he’d be feeling the effects of his drugged java. Ryder had peppered it with a healthy dose of Rohypnol and a special concoction of aphrodisiac supplied him by a witch of an old woman at an herb shop down on Laurel Ave. She cautioned him that a little went a long way, and charged him a month’s allowance for it, but Ryder had seeded Alex’s coffee with more than double the recommended amount. To be fair, he’d gone a tad easy on the Rohypy.
Jumping off the bed Ryder high-tailed it down the stairs, out of the house and across the yard to the Fellowes place next door. All anticipation, he banged on the front door. In short order it was opened by Cara Fellowes.
“Oh, hey, hi, Mrs. Fellowes,” he babbled nervously. “I’m Ryder, from next door. Me and your son, Damien, we go to school together.”
“It’s all right, Mom,” came a voice from behind the woman. “I was expecting Ryder. We have an, um, project to work on.”
“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Fellowes clasped her hands joyously. “I’m so glad you two boys are bonding.” She really wasn’t. She considered Ryder to be a troublemaker. But for the sake of her son she acquiesced.
“Yeah Mom, we’re, um, working at it over at Ryder’s place,” Damien said, somewhat unconvincingly.
“Ooooooookay, then,” Cara replied, somewhat uncertainly. “Well, you be back by noon for lunch.”
“Sure Mom,” Damien replied, rolling his baby blue eyes behind her back. He crossed the threshold and joined Ryder on the sidewalk leading back to the Johnson’s place.
“I did it,” Ryder told him. “It’s gonna hit him in a matter of minutes, if it hasn’t already. He’s gonna be all yours.”
Damien was somewhat doubtful, but the thought had his teen dickie already on the rise. After he’d seen the cam footage Ryder showed him a few days back of his geeky father and hunky Alex, Ryder’s father, it was all he could think about. Damien never thought his father had it in him to be so aggressive. It was almost like he was a different man. And he certainly never considered his overweight father fucking another man, especially an Adonis like Alex Johnson. Or a stud like Ryder’s father even allowing him to mount him.
Damien had been eyeing Mr. Johnson for years. Especially when he was on his Troy Bilt, shirtless, mowing the lawn. Damien hid behind the blinds, devouring him with his eyes, and imagining caressing that butch, macho body. Young Damien liked men, especially hot men. To date, his carnal knowledge of them had been strictly left to his vivid imagination. Damien was a virgin to any type of sex. His trim, toned slight body was due mainly to his passion for gymnastics. He was the polar opposite of his overweight, dumpy father. Damien more resembled his mother’s side of the family with short dark blond hair, a pert nose, baby blue eyes and clear complexion. It gave him a sexual thrill to slip into his short shorts for gymnastic practice and his revealing singlet for competition. From the way Coach Sanderson looked at him Damien had the idea Coach liked it, too.
Ryder and Damien had never been friends. In fact, they had never even spoken. Until the other day when Ryder took Damien into his confidence about the goings on between their fathers. Damien was understandably titillated. Reading Damien like a cheap dime store novel Ryder figured there was something there and presented the teen with his idea. Damien’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, assuring Ryder that he was right about the boy. Ryder and Damien, although the same age, were different as night and day. But on this they had a common bond. It didn’t take much convincing to bring Damien aboard.
As soon as they entered the house both heard the manly moans coming from upstairs. Ryder tapped Damien on the chest and shot his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Damien smiled, albeit a little nervously. Ryder bounded up the stairs, two at a time, with Damien expectantly following. They went down the hallway to the room at the end with an open door. Alex was sprawled across the bed completely nude, clawing at the sheets and sporting a major hardon. Damien just stood there dumbfounded while Ryder chuckled. Yup, that special concoction certainly had done the trick. Ryder gave the other boy a shove forward.
“Are-are you sure it’s alright?” he asked timidly.
“Of course, Can’t you see he’s horny as all hell,” Ryder responded. “Do whatever you want to him. He ain’t gonna stop you.”
Somewhere through his drugged daze Alex heard his son’s words and knew he’d been set up. All that talk about father and son bonding was just a front. It must have been the coffee. It was tainted. It had struck him just as he was toweling off from his morning shower. He had begun seeing double, then triple and barely made it to the bed. He was frighteningly relaxed and yet horny as a goat at the same time. He didn’t think he’d ever been as aroused.
And then there were hands on him. Someone on his knees next to him running their hands all over his chest. Exploring. Running their thumbs over his erect nipples, which felt as though about to explode from his chest. He moaned and tried to lift from the mattress, but was unable. He couldn’t focus enough to correctly identify his benefactor but he had the idea of a cute young man with short, darkish blond hair. Lips were on his unshaven neck, nipping and licking. Then they were on his. Lightly kissing. Then a tongue sliding between his parting lips, searching. Aroused beyond reason Alex accepted the wet tongue and met it with his own. They kissed hungrily, passionately, even desperately.
Giddy with excitement Ryder retrieved his smartphone from his back pocket and shot off a text message. “Git yr ass over 2 my place n bring yr video cam.”
For Damien it was a dream come true. A hot, sexy man for his personal gratification. It troubled him a bit knowing Alex was drugged and not entirely a willing participant in this, but could Damien have ever had him in any other way? He had to wonder about the relationship between Alex and his son, Ryder. Damien could never have done something similar to his father, Dustin. Then again, his dad wasn’t a gorgeous slab of beef like Alex Johnson. And what about his father? It was almost sadistic the way he had sexually abused the bound and gagged he-man. Damien would never treat this wet-dream-come-to-life in that manner.
Although a mere novice in the act Damien’s hands and lips were not at all tentative as they roamed over Alex’s hunky body as if Ryder wasn’t even present. His paws traversed over Alex’s proud chest, cupping his lightly hairy pronounced pectorals and feeling them bulge against his sweaty palms. He toyed with the thick, hardened buds before leaning in to suckle them while his hands ran up and down Alex’s muscular arms. His fingers slid into the warm hollows of the man’s hairy armpits and he followed them with his mouth, licking his underarms, tasting the sweet manly sweat and deeply inhaling the heady aroma. Damien bathed Alex’s torso with his probing tongue, tracing each ripple of his abdominal definition and dipping into his indented navel. Alex continued to squirm about like bacon sizzling on a hot plate, thoroughly consumed by his personal aphrodisiac-enhanced nirvana.
Alex’s perfect tool was rock hard, throbbing and leaking man-juice, but Damien resisted, wanting to save the best for last. He had not yet completed his exploration of Alex’s manly body. Whipping off his shirt, shorts and briefs so as to be as nude as his fantasy-lover-come-to-life Damien hunkered down near the base of the bed, steadied one big foot in his hands and began licking. His eyes rolled in their sockets dreamily as his tongue washed over the sides, bottom and between each toe. He took the fat hallux into his mouth and steadily sucked on it like it was a small, fat cock. He gave the same treatment to the others before turning to the other foot.
Having successfully washed both, Damien licked his way up Alex’s bulging calf on one leg, then down the other as his hands roamed over the man’s thick, furry thighs. His tongue lathed them as well, both inner and outer. Ryder had one hand on his camera phone and the other down the front of his jeans as he salaciously watched young Damien devour his father. Who knew the preppy kid had it in him? Ryder was already thinking about coercing the nicely toned gymnast into doing him as well. Blackmail was becoming his trade, after all, and he had some decent footage of Damien devouring Alex that the boy wouldn’t want his Coach or gymnastics team to see. Or would he?
That concoction the old white-haired battleax had whipped up was certainly some potent stuff, because Alex was on fire, grinding himself against the mattress, rearing his head back, rapidly tossing it from side to side, grabbing at his man-tits and making all sort of anguished sounds from between gnashing teeth. He’d managed to pull the fitted sheets from all four corners and flailed about in a messy bed. When Damien wrapped his small, dainty hand around Alex’s rapidly throbbing cock the distressed man practically shot off the bed. A heavy stream of pre-cum erupted from his gaping piss slit, trailing down over Damien’s fist and coating his sizeable nutsac. Damien used the offering to lubricate his mitt and gently stroked the full length of the majestic cock. It had to be, at the very least, eight inches in length with a thick girth topped by a perfectly shaped, suckable crown. Of all the cock Damien had perused on X, Bluesky and other websites he had never seen one as breathtaking as Alex’s.
The stiff dick continued to ooze its juices, prompting Damien to lean in for a taste. The flavor was almost as he thought it would be, rich and succulent, just as a beefcake should taste. The stuff was leaking steadily now as Alex thrashed about from the feel of tongue on his cock. If this was the volume of the stud’s warmup juice Damien couldn’t imagine what it would be like when he actually came. Damien licked rapidly, attempting to catch it all, but his actions only made Alex more distressed. Damien went to work licking up and down the palpitating surface, attempting to catch it before it nestled in the man’s hairy ball sac. Alex thrashed about even more frantically, now tearing at the pillow he’d snatched up.
“Holy fuck, dude!” came a voice from the open doorway.
Ryder glanced over and saw the newcomer. “Get the fuck in here, Weebs, and get the camera goin’.”
“You wasn’t shittin’ about your old man,” Aston “Weebs” Weebles said, astounded.
“I told you he was nuthin’ but a dirty, sleazy fag,” Ryder reminded him. “I want some real good footage of this. Better than what I can get on my device.”
“You got it, dude,” Weebles replied, trying to keep an eye on the action while fumbling with his camcorder. “It’s just like, holy fuckin’ shit! That’s your dad!”
“And don’t I know it,” Ryder grinned sinisterly.
Just then Damien paused in his cock worshipping to look over his shoulder to see what the commotion was about. Upon seeing Weebles he blanched. He knew Aston Weebles. His group of preppy friends referred to the chubby, pimple-faced, greasy-haired high school senior as “Ass.” Aston was one of the crowd, like Ryder, known as the losers. All they did was lurk around trying to cause trouble for the “good” kids.
“Hey, that’s the gymnast kid,” Weebles announced with surprise.
“Wh-whats going on with the camera?” Damien asked, puzzled.
“No worries,” Ryder convincingly assured him. “Weebs is real good with this stuff. We’re gonna make you a video so’s you have it to look back on whenever you want. It’s for your eyes only. You don’t really mind, do you?”
“W-well, I guess not,” Damien replied somewhat doubtfully. “So long as nobody else sees it.”
Stupid kid. Of course Ryder had plans for all the pictures and video he had taken of his father in homo action. And the more he got, the more indentured Alex would be. Daddy was always so engrossed in giving head or getting fucked that he hardly realized Ryder was documenting every perverse moment.
Damien wasn’t all that comfortable with greasy Weebles’ presence but he nevertheless turned back to the cock in hand. Jacking Alex’s up-thrust cock shaft he took the head back into his mouth and sucked. Tasty pre-cum coated his tongue. Slowly, but determinedly, his lips inched down the stud’s glorious meat. For a first timer he was outstanding. All that practice on produce from the refrigerator’s crisper bin had paid off. Both Ryder and Weebles watched with perverse delight as more and more of Alex’s big prick disappeared into the other teen’s hungry mouth. For Damien, it was like eating the cock of a god.
Still high on the potent concoction he had been duped into taking---as he would be for hours to come---Alex reacted with unbridled pleasure. He thrashed about and strained, as if every nerve ending on his body---and cock---was raw. His blunt cock head struck the back of Damien’s mouth and his hips unintentionally bucked, sending his unit down the boy’s throat. Damien took every bit of it like a cock sucking champ. He remained an open hole as Alex’s groin frantically thrust up and down, fucking the teen’s face with reckless abandon. One hand was feverishly running over Alex’s strong, hairy and muscular thigh while the other gathered up his nuts and tugged on them. Weebles was in camera man mode, circling the bed to professionally document the action from all angles. Almost in spite of himself, he was aroused by what he saw.
Damien somehow resumed control, although Alex remained in serious heat. Even if he had wanted to resist---which, at this point, he didn’t---he would be as unable to as he was when Ryder trussed him up for Dustin Fellowes’ use. His eyes refused to focus; everything was hazy. He was aware of a shadow, a large shadow, lurking around but had no idea it was Ryder’s buddy, Weebles. Or that he was recording Alex in his drugged and helpless state. And he still didn’t know the identity of the young man he’d briefly zeroed in on who was driving him mad with sexual excitement. Never before had he been this stimulated; he hadn’t thought sexual arousal could ever be this insanely heightened.
Damien feverishly sucked on Alex’s grand dick, twisting his head to different angles as he’d seen the best of them do on internet porn shorts as he rapidly moved up and down on the glorious shaft. He wanted to possess this hot man, and his dick, forever and ever. For Damien there would never be another to compare. Alex was everything. He felt the scrotum in the palm of his hand tightening and had some idea of what that meant, but he was uncontrollable. He slurped on that lustrous cock with rampant abandon, his free hand running over Alex’s muscular thighs, flat and rippled belly and heaving, masculine chest.
With what sounded like an agonizing roar Alex came, his frame momentarily lifting from the bed. He thrashed up and down, twisting and turning, clutching at the bed sheets as the load charged up his straining meat and erupted in the cocksucker’s mouth. Delirious over the offering, Damien took his inaugural load like a true champ. Somehow he managed to keep up with the gusher, gulping down every hearty surge. Damien continued to suck even after the spasms had subsided. He was lost in the essence of Alex.
Alex’s release did little to appease his libido. He remained a man in serious heat. His handsome features revealed his torture. Weebles zeroed in with his cam to capture the desperation revealed on Alex’s face. Even after Damien came up off him his dick remained fully erect and throbbing even more madly. There would be no satisfying him.
Determined to conquer the beast, Damien scurried forward on his knees to straddle Alex’s floundering hips, reached between his widespread legs to take hold of the stallion’s meat and guided it to his asshole. Damien yelped when the head popped through. It was far different taking on a real cock rather than the bananas and cukes he was somewhat used to. Bravely venturing forward Damien lowered his hips to sink farther down onto Alex’s hard cock. Alex reacted as any over stimulated, sex crazed man would, thrusting upward and impaling the boy with his cock. Damien’s eyes, mouth and anything else available shot wide at the sudden full intrusion. Alex didn’t rest there. Unaware this was the teen’s virgin voyage he fucked young Damien like he was fucking for his life, slamming his hole with quick, reckless thrusts. All he knew was that there was tight, warm sheath enveloping his dick and his overly charged body was reacting on its own.
Ryder had to admit Damien was a real champ taking such a savage pounding. He had his matching Johnson out and was stroking as he watched, careful to stay out of the eye of Weebs’ camera work. Aston was getting some great close-up footage of Damien’s hard teen dick dancing around and spraying pre-cum as the drugged dad pounded up into him. He also was sporting wood under his over-sized pants. All along he had suspected that Ryder was a bit of a freak. But this shit, coercing his dad into doing such nasty things, catapulted him into a new category of freakdom. Aston hero worshipped him for it!
Damien’s no-longer-virgin boy cunt twitched around Alex’s prick as it pounded up into him. With the initial pain having already passed and a glorious sensation enveloping him Damien began meeting Alex’s thrusts. Each time the hunk semi-evacuated his hole Damien rose. Then, when Alex shoved up into him Damien slammed himself down to meet the cock. That dick felt so good filling up his pussy. Damien never realized how good it could feel. One thing for certain is that he would never again go without.
Ryder sidled over to Aston and said, “Lemme take over the camera work, Weebs. You go over there and get you some.”
“Huh,” Aston replied, looking perplexed.
“Told you the other day I’d make dad eat your ass. Well, while he’s fried, here’s your chance. Go sit on his face, dude. C’mon, you know you want to.”
Aston swallowed hard, considering. Then he handed off the camcorder to Ryder, stripped out of his pants and boxers and wobbled over to the action. Ryder was practically giddy. That was going to be so good! Aston had nothing going for him in the looks department. And his hygiene was somewhat questionable. His face was covered with acne pustules. His hair was long, unkempt and greasy. And he was fat. He was the exact opposite of trim and fit, fresh-faced Damien.
Aston got onto the bed, straddled an unaware Alex’s face and, with some effort, lowered himself. Both Aston and a delirious Damien were facing one another. Damien was in such fuck lust that he didn’t even care. Aston reached behind with chubby, dirty-nailed hands to spread his fat cakes and sat right down on Alex’s striking, unshaven face, his six-and-one-half-inch dick poking out from under the folds of his big belly. Alex was so sexed up that he failed to even consider his benefactor. Instead, he did exactly what any other overly uninhibited man would do in his position. Alex went right for the hole. With his nose, mouth and tongue buried between the abundant ass cheeks Alex slovenly lapped at the funky aperture. When the hot hole pulsed open under his ministrations Alex wriggled his licker between the shit-stained petals and up into the funky teen.
Truth be told, Aston Weebles was relatively inexperienced when it came to sex. Ryder had expected as such. There was nothing about The Weebs which spoke of ‘hot stud.’ His one and only claim to sex fame was the time he ate out Rhonda Jean Perkins’ pussy. Rhonda Jean lived in the trailer park on the outskirts of town with her booze-hag Mama and was even more obese than Weebles. She wouldn’t let him fuck her, wouldn’t give him any head, but she let him chow down in her smelly cunt. At this point in his sexual prime, Aston was grateful to have had anything.
And now Mr. Johnson, probably the best-looking guy in, well, this town anyways, was tongue fucking his asshole! Weebles was in all sorts of glory. Heck, with all his handicaps, he was grateful to get anything. Ever since Ryder told him about the hold he had over his dad, and what he forced Mr. Johnson to do, Aston had been titillated. For a while now he’d thought that Ryder was putting one over on him. But what he had just walked in on proved it all to be true. He couldn’t help but grind his fat ass around on Mr. Johnson’s face. It felt like the man’s tongue was squirreling all the way up his hole. As if Mr. J really did like eating him out. Him, Aston Weebles. And to cap it off, a touch away in front of him was that kid with the swimmer’s build bouncing up and down on Mr. J’s meat. Weebles would have given anything to be that boy for just one day---if not a lifetime. Physically, he was everything Weebles was not.
It was a dueling match between Alex and Damien. Alex pushed up into Damien’s pussy; Damien slammed down on Alex’s cock. The boy sexily moaned each time the large head was buried in his belly. His eyes, glazed over with sexual bliss, fluttered upwards as he was gloriously impaled. He couldn’t help but see Aston; they were directly adjacent one another. The other teen seemed to be just as euphoric as himself. On a lark Damien ran his hands up under Aston’s oversized t-shirt, over his sweaty belly and cupped---or at least tried to---his jiggling breasts. Those fat teats were certainly a handful. Aston gasped, shocked at Damien’s unexpected touch. Feeling as high as Alex, Damien took it one step further by leaning in, planting his mouth over Aston’s fat, liver lips and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Weebles moaned and accepted Damien’s exploratory tongue while Alex’s whirled about inside his juicy asshole.
“Ho-ly shee-it!” Ryder sniggered as he made certain to capture it all on video. Fuck, there were those who would pay good money to see this shit. Maybe like an Only Fans account. Or somewhere on the Dark Web. He wouldn’t even begin to know how to do it. But Weebs was as close to a computer techie as they came. And Weebs was so desperate for friendship that he’d do just about anything for Ryder. Just look at Weebs go, making out with the cute gymnast while riding Ryder’s father’s face. Yup, an idea was definitely formulating.
Aston could have perched on Mr. Johnson’s handsome mug all day and night but he was too long deprived and unable to hold back much longer. His sphincter clamped tight on Alex’s stabbing, wriggling tongue and he shot. Scads of steamy cum fired from his dick, pelting the torso and cock of the fit boy in front of him. A heavy shot to his sensitive prick’s underbelly sent Damien into instant orgasm. Slamming heavily down on Alex’s mandick he, too, lost his boyload, which blasted across to coat Aston’s big, hanging belly. With Damien’s asshole going bat-shit crazy on his dick Alex joined the cum party, shooting off in the teen’s tight pussy.
Both teens reveled in their after-sex euphoria, erotically running their hands over each other’s sex-slick bodies. Damien had much more to work with, as Aston was five times his size. Again they swapped spit, as if they were long time lovers. Ryder found it kind of grotesque, but titillating at the same time. They were polar opposites: Damien a cute, fit kid and Aston a fat, unkempt slob. While Weebs was his buddy, he would certainly never put his mouth on him.
“Enough with the lovey-dovey shit,” Ryder interrupted, handing the cam to Aston and stepping out of his clothes. “My turn to fuck the whore.”
With some effort Aston managed to rise from his position. Through it all, Alex was still heatedly eating his ass. Whatever concoction his son had given him, it hadn’t yet begun to wear off. The guy was still ready to party. Aston resumed his position as cameraman, capturing Ryder taking Damien from under the pits and lifting him off his father. Alex’s daddy dick pulsed maddeningly, slick with his own discharge and Damien’s ass juices. Ryder got between his father’s thrashing legs, roughly pushed them up and back to access his hole and rudely shoved himself in.
Alex went even more animated than before, his dad-pussy literally chewing on his son’s hard dick. Ryder didn’t need to move a muscle. Alex was doing all the work. His overheated cunt clenched, yanked, twisted and sucked Ryder’s teen meat. It was a sensational feeling! Ryder resolved to spike dad’s coffee more often. Perhaps in his thermos before he headed off to work. Ryder could only imagine the fall-out when Alex went into an aphrodisiac frenzy on the construction site amongst all those beefy laborers.
Ryder fought Alex’s grasp and roughly fucked his clutching pussy. He showed no mercy, pounding his father with reckless abandon. He wanted Alex to be left sore. For the next several days, at least. Wondering what in hell had happened to him. His features had a look of sheer determination as he thrust in and yanked out. Over and over. Rabbit-fucking his dirty dad. Alex moaned and groaned, writhing around on the rumped bed sheets, clawing at his man buds and grasping his still-hard dick. No bitch Ryder had ever fucked had been in such serious heat.
Ryder felt the steam rising, knew he was headed for his climax. In short seconds he would be shooting his babies, Alex’s grand-babies, into the dad-slut. Ryder tensed, for a few seconds feeling as if his entire body had gone numb, and his cock discharged, seeding Alex deep. It was as if the boy felt every one of his nerve endings were on fire. He panted and whimpered almost breathlessly. Fuck, if it didn’t feel good! Through it all Alex never stopped milking his shooting dick. Even when Ryder pulled free from the greedy cunt Alex still appeared to be unsatisfied.
So Ryder grabbed Damien by the arm and pushed him forward. Damien gladly sunk his cock into the handsome man’s puss and fucked. It was his first time. And what a time he had. In too short an amount of time he was shooting off inside the fabulous pussy. Aston was next, the fat slob of a boy, grunting lustfully over the muscled construction worker as he, too, took his virgin voyage in a heated twat. He proved to be another quick shooter, paving the way for Ryder to take seconds in the now-cum-soaked cunt.
It was only after the third round that Alex began to show signs of wearing down. Ryder sent Damien home, with the promise that he could fuck his dad whenever he wanted. Feeling like a real stud instead of the hog he was Aston was prepared to keep going, but Ryder stymied him.
“Another time, Weebs,” he assured his friend. “When you think you can get all this in some kind of professional shape?”
Weebles scratched his chubby double chin. “Just gimme a few days. Why?”
“I got plans,” Ryder replied thoughtfully. “Real big plans.”
And he shared his diabolical idea with the other flabbergasted teen.
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