The following story contains content that may not be suitable for all readers, including, but not limited to, drug use, physical restraint, non-consensual sex, or emotionally damaging behavior. This story is fictional and does not portray real events or real persons. Reader discretion is advised. Also, never mix poppers with Viagra. All characters are 18 years or older.
“C’mon, Connor, let’s dance!”
I turned towards my buddy, Jason, as he shouted at me over the pounding club music. We were at a downtown gay bar, and while the place was packed, I wasn’t feeling it. The club was chock-full of twinks, all perfectly primped and plucked with nary a stray hair on their heads. Ugh. Where were all the real men tonight? I was looking for something with more muscle, beard, and experience. Hell, I’d settle for a run-of-the-mill DILF at this point.
Jason was sensing my frustration and suggested we dance to lighten the mood. Sighing, I smiled at him and nodded. We had met each other at school and quickly realized we had a lot in common, including a similar taste in men. While we got along well, neither of us was particularly attracted to the other, so it was strictly a platonic friendship. Regardless, I was happy to join Jason on the dance floor to take my mind off the absence of suitable beefcake. Who knows, maybe there was a well-built, hairy firefighter out on the dance floor hidden amongst the forest of twinks. As we wandered out into the middle of the packed floor and I began moving to the music, I thought about what kind of man turned me on. Immediately an image of Bruno, the site superintendent at my dad’s job site, popped into my head. The man was all hard, bulging muscles with a sexy shaved head and a full dark mustache. He also had a thick cock the size of my arm and a sex drive that would put a billy goat to shame. Trust me, I knew.
I felt my dick plumping up thinking back to the day I had dropped by my dad’s job site and ended up pinned between Bruno and Hugo, another of my dad’s employees, on a crowded construction elevator. To make a long story short, Bruno had firmly and decisively taken my anal cherry that day while Hugo sucked a thick load out of my dick. The two men had skillfully manipulated me in a hot, crowded elevator full of construction workers, including my dad. Some of the guys near us were aware of what was happening and had joined in, but I was hoping most of the men, especially my dad, hadn’t realized what was going down. It was an unexpected but hot experience that I have jerked off to many times since. It made me realize that I loved to get fucked hard by a dominant man with a big dick and what I really needed right now was a deep, satisfying pounding. That said, if I was going to let some guy rail me, I wanted him to be a muscular, hairy dude and not some wispy twink from the ‘burbs named Finn.
As I focused on the music and tried not to feel too sorry for myself, I spotted a sexy man at the bar taking a swig of a beer as he turned and scanned the room. Finally. From what I could tell from across the bar, this guy checked all of my boxes with a big fat pen. He had a head of dark curly hair with a sexy 5 o’clock shadow and a thick mustache over a seductive bottom lip that was made for sucking face and cock. He was probably in his late twenties and in impressive shape from what I could see as I admired his baseball-sized biceps stretching the arms of his snug t-shirt, along with an impressive chest with a spray of chest hair showing over the collar. Fuck me daddy. Where did you come from?
As I undressed this stud with my eyes, his eye caught mine. Oops, busted. I almost jizzed in my pants as his face lit up with a smile, seemingly knowing exactly what I was thinking. The man was a walking hard-on and one hundred percent my type. Ding, ding, ding. At that moment, Jason leaned over to yell in my ear, “Who are you looking at, dude? You look like you just creamed your jeans.”
“Ha. Just that curly-haired hunk by the bar, but don’t get any ideas; he’s mine,” I replied possessively. We both glanced over towards the bar, but my smiling hunk was gone. Shit. Where the hell did he go? Did he leave? I could see no sign of him in the twink-filled bar as I scanned the club with my eyes while we wandered back to the bar to order a drink. I was about to wave down the bartender when I called back to Jason, “Hey, did you want another beer or something different?” Standing directly behind me instead of Jason was the stud.
He gave me another award-winning smile and replied, “Another beer would be perfect, but let me get this round,” as he caught the bartender’s attention and ordered three beers. Up close, this guy was even hotter than I had imagined. He either had a physical job or spent a lot of time at the gym, as I admired his muscular frame and well-packed basket. As he grabbed the beer from the bartender, he caught me ogling his bulging crotch and said, “Hey buddy, my eyes are up here.” There was that gorgeous smile again.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, I mean, thanks,” as I grabbed one of the beers. That was a stupid response on my part. Was I blushing?
He held up the second beer and said, “This one’s for your friend.”
I thanked him as I took the beer and looked around for Jason before spotting his hand reaching out from behind me. He mouthed, “Thanks,” as he grabbed the beer, gave me a thumbs-up, and disappeared back in the crowd with a grin. Jason was a great wingman, but he also knew when to make himself scarce.
My stud tipped his beer towards mine and said, “Cheers.” I smiled and raised my beer before taking a sip while I admired his sexy neck as he took a swallow. Looking back at me, he said, “I’m Biagio. What’s your name, sexy?”
Biagio. I’m guessing my stud might be Italian, just like Bruno. That explained a lot. “I’m Connor. Nice to meet you, Biagio. I like your name.” He reached out his meaty paw to shake my hand, and I felt a jolt as we clasped hands together longer than normal.
“Nice to meet you, Connor, and thanks.” Biagio smiled. “This might sound like a pickup line, but I really like your body. You’ve got killer muscle tone, and I was really enjoying watching you move on the dance floor, particularly the way you grind that sweet ass of yours… if you don’t mind me saying. You obviously never skip leg day or do a lot of running.”
I was definitely blushing now. Something about this guy was making me feel like an awkward and shy kid. “Uh, thanks. I try to hit the gym and run, but I think you win the body contest. You could probably bench press me without breaking a sweat with arms like that.”
“Mmm, I would like to try that… preferably naked,” Biagio lecherously quipped, “Is that your boyfriend you were dancing with?”
Shaking the image of Biagio bench pressing me naked from my head, I replied, “Jason? No, he’s a buddy of mine from school. He’s a great guy, but he’s not my type.”
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all night. So… tell me, what exactly is your type?”
I stumbled on my words, not sure how to respond when I decided I’d just be honest. “Um, I guess I like a guy who is muscular, dark-haired with a good amount of body hair, a killer mustache, and maybe older and experienced. A sense of humor doesn’t hurt either.”
Biagio grinned at me beaming, “Hmm. So kind of like me, right?”
I coyly responded, “Oh wow. I hadn’t noticed that, but I guess you’re right,” as I grinned back and took another swig of my beer. Biagio shook his head and smiled. I couldn’t believe this stud was flirting with me. He was sexy, funny, and easy to talk to. “Are you here on your own?” I couldn’t believe this guy was unattached, so I had to ask.
“Actually, I’m here with my cousin. We just popped in for a couple beers on our way to a party.” I could see an idea forming in his head when he followed up with, “Hey, do you and your buddy want to come with us? It’s at a friend of my cousin’s about 5 minutes from here. He says it should be fun, and it would give me a chance to get to know you better.”
I definitely wanted to spend more time with Biagio, so throwing caution to the wind, I said, “That sounds cool, but I’d better check with Jason first.” I’d feel bad leaving him alone at the bar, plus I really didn’t know Biagio that well, so it probably made sense to stick with Jason in case he turned out to be an axe murderer.
“Okay, but hopefully he’s not a prude. My cousin says there might be some nudity and sex at the party. You look like you can handle it, but your friend seems a bit more reserved.”
Nudity and sex? Hmm. Personally, I didn’t care how wild it got as long as I got to spend time with the hunky Italian, hopefully the kind involving nudity and sex. My dick was half-hard just thinking about the possibilities. “I think Jason will be fine; he looks like a nerd, but he has a wild side to him,” as I turned to wave him over.
“Hey, cuz! We should get going.”
I heard a strangely familiar voice behind me as Biagio looked up and replied, “Hey bro, I’m good to go, but do you think we have room in your truck for a couple more? This here is Connor, and the blond twink behind you checking out your ass is Jason.”
I turned around to meet Biagio’s cousin and was shocked to see Bruno, the site superintendent from my dad’s building, standing there with Jason indeed behind him. He looked equally surprised but recovered quickly and grinned, “Oh, I believe we’ve met. I should have recognized that bubble butt. Good to see you little boss,” as he pulled me in for a big bear hug grabbing my ass firmly in his meaty hand and not being shy about grinding his crotch against mine. Talking to Biagio over my shoulder, he said, “This is the stud I was telling you about from the elevator at work.”
“Get the fuck out. This is your boss's son?” Turning to me, Biagio said, “Bruno said you were hot, but to be honest, he’s usually full of shit, but not this time.” Leaning forward, he whispered into my ear conspiratorially, “I gotta tell you, I was hard as fuck listening to the story of what went down in that elevator. If even half of what he said is true, you are a fucking stud, dude. I’d really like to get to know you better.”
Shocked by Biagio’s connection to Bruno, I was nevertheless chuffed by the two beefy cousins fussing over me as Jason joined us and met both of the men. Bruno, in particular, seemed enamored by Jason, although I wouldn’t have thought he was his type. I could tell he was definitely Jason’s type, though, as he hung on his every word and kept checking him out when he thought no one was looking.
“So Bruno, do we have room?”
“Oh right, sorry. You want to take Connor and Jason to Hugo’s? Okay… Sure, we can do that, I think. It might get a little complicated, but, what the hell, the more the merrier! Did Biagio mention there might be a little public sex? I know Hugo was trying to organize a gang bang at one point. It’s going to be all guys, and you know how things can get when you throw in some beer and weed.”
Hugo? I recognized that name from my infamous elevator ride. He was another of my dad’s employees who also happened to be a talented cocksucker. I was starting to worry about how many of my dad’s employees might be at this party, but hopefully that would be it. We both assured Bruno that we were up for it as we left the bar to head over to Hugo’s. As we walked across the parking lot and Jason snuck in a quick cigarette, Bruno said, “Let me just send a quick text to Hugo letting him know we’re bringing a couple friends, and then we can go. The little German hates surprises, but I know he’ll be thrilled to see you, Connor, as well as meet you, Jason.”
Was I really about to go with Bruno to Hugo’s after the workout these two men had put me through in my dad’s construction elevator? Bruno had literally fucked me while Hugo sucked me off in a relatively public elevator; I wondered what else they might be capable of in the privacy of Hugo’s home. I looked over at Biagio as he smiled back at me. He had one arm resting on my shoulder, and any hesitation disappeared. I know Jason was in awe of the two hunks and more than happy to check out this party. It was going to be an interesting night one way or another as we drove away in Bruno’s truck with Jason in the front seat and me and Biagio in the rear cab.
I heard Bruno tell Jason to scoot over up front to keep him company. Uh oh, did Jason know what he was getting into, as Bruno definitely had his eye on him? For my part, Biagio was resting his hands on my thigh with his fingertips lightly brushing up against my dick through my jeans as I felt blood rushing to my shaft. At this rate, I would be arriving at Hugo’s with a raging hard-on. I seemed to be making that a habit around Bruno and Hugo.
We arrived at Hugo’s place after a short drive up to the North End. He had a small but modern home at the end of the street set up on a hill on its own. I was impressed with how well my dad’s foreman seemed to be doing for himself. We parked on the street and walked up the sloped driveway, where Hugo himself greeted us at the door. “Connor! It’s great to see you again,” as he gave me a warm hug and kissed me directly on the lips, handsy as ever.
While Hugo said hello to the other guys and hustled us inside, I could hear music, talking, and laughter coming from the living room and spotted a few men I recognized from my dad’s building project along with some others I didn’t. While everyone was drinking, the party seemed relatively tame, although I noticed a couple of guys were shirtless, and I recognized one of my dad’s employees, Leo, who was brazenly walking around in only a well-packed army-green jockstrap. “Hey Connor. Good to see you.” I greeted him back with a wave, unsure where to look. His jockstrap looked like it was barely containing what must be an impressively sized cock. I also couldn’t help but check out his fit body and smooth, ebony skin. I guess if I looked like that, I’d walk around in a jockstrap as well. This was going to be an interesting night.
After introducing Jason, Hugo made sure he gave each of us a ticket for the door prize. I asked him, “What’s the door prize?”
“Ah, it’s a surprise, but you’ll find out if you stay long enough.” After that he pointed us towards the self-serve bar before running off to answer the door again.
As he passed by, I thought I overheard Bruno say to Hugo, “Did you get my message?”
Hugo responded with something like, “Yeah, yeah… it’s all good. He’s wearing the hood… with the ear plugs,” before heading for the door. Wearing a hood? What was that about? Given the connection to my dad’s work and my history with Bruno and Hugo, I was starting to wonder if I should be here, but the lure of spending additional time with Biagio was too strong of a draw. Fuck it.
Pausing at the bar set up near the kitchen, I considered our drink options. There was plenty of chilled beer, wine, or a blender full of margarita mix. Mmm, that looks good. Grabbing a couple red cups, I poured a generous serving for Jason and myself. I knew Jason loved tequila as much as I did. I noticed he and Bruno were having an intimate conversation as Bruno towered over my friend and leaned down to give him a kiss. Where the Italian was big and hairy, Jason was short and lean and definitely fit the twink label with his smooth skin and blonde hair. I felt like I should be warning him about the size of Bruno’s cock, as I couldn’t picture the big bear actually fucking Jason without splitting him in half, but who was I to say what was possible? I wouldn’t have thought I could have taken Bruno’s dick before the elevator ride at my dad’s building, but I managed.
As we drank and mingled with the guys sharing the odd toke, I noticed many of the men were heading downstairs, and the living room was slowly emptying out. When Hugo passed by us next, I asked him what was in the basement. “Oh, that’s where the real party is, but I’m not sure if you boys should go down there. Last I heard it was getting pretty intense.” Glancing behind him to see if anyone was nearby, he whispered to me, “They’ve got some guy down there tied up hard and begging to be fucked.”
Intrigued, I replied, “Oh wow. That sounds kind of hot. I’m pretty sure Jason and I could handle it. You do remember what happened in the elevator the other day, right?”
Grinning, he replied, “Oh trust me, Connor, I haven’t forgotten one inch of that ride. I’m still hoping to get another taste of your delicious sperma. Who knows, it might even happen tonight if you do find yourselves downstairs. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” as he winked at me and walked away. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to scare us or tempt us, but the latter was winning out. Also, the margaritas were going straight to my head, and it wasn’t helping my thought process.
On our own again, I whispered in Jason’s ear that we should see what was happening in the basement. While Biagio and Bruno were busy talking, we topped up our nearly empty cups with more of the potent margarita mix and slipped downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, the space opened up into a large rec room with a bar in the corner. The room was dimly lit in red light, so it was hard to see, but there were two men, Max and Lou, near the base of the stairs that I recognized from the elevator ride at Dad’s workplace, who had their cocks out and were stroking each other. Hot. I smiled at them as they nodded back at us, obviously recognizing the boss’s son. I could feel my hard cock caught up in my jockstrap as I discreetly reached inside my jeans to adjust myself.
As we walked across the room, I caught a glimpse of three other guys making out on a sofa. I regularly fantasized about some of my dad’s employees so this was a dream come true to be in Hugo’s basement with so many wank-worthy specimens from his crew. There seemed to be a lot of men gathered on the far end of the room, so we made our way over there as music pounded in our ears. As we got closer, I was surprised to see there was a man tied to a bench on a raised platform of some sort with a group of men standing around him. The main beam of the bench had padded leather to rest his chest and abs on, with a set of lower ledges near the rear to rest his lower legs and similar ledges on the front for his forearms. Someone who had a talent for knots had secured his legs, arms, and torso snugly to the bench with rope, leaving him helpless and trussed like a turkey. He was naked other than a black jockstrap, a black leather harness, and what looked like a neoprene hood pulled down over his head.
We were approaching the bench from the rear, so I was primarily seeing the guy’s big hairy ass held high and exposed, along with his muscular thighs. He looked fucking hot with his hefty, hard cock pulled free from his jock and pinned backwards against the edge of the bench. It looked like someone had generously rubbed massage oil all over his skin, highlighting his sinewy, muscular limbs, big butt, heavy balls, and thick cock in the dim light. There was something incredibly erotic about having this well-built stud bound and vulnerable in front of a group of rowdy and horny men. I was guessing he was likely in his 40s and while he definitely had a DILF vibe to him, he was in amazing shape. With the hood, he was completely anonymous, as there were also snap coverings over his eyes and mouth. I suspected he wouldn’t be able to hear much under the neoprene, recalling as well Hugo’s reference to earplugs.
I wasn’t sure how long he had been tied up, but the men were taking turns teasing his slick cock while eating his magnificent ass. His engorged tool had a wide, black rubber cock ring stretched snugly around the base, pushing his straining equipment and heavy balls back and outwards. The poor guy was squirming on the bench as he pulled at his restraints and reacted to the teasing. He must have been wearing a gag under the mouth portion of the hood, as I could only hear grunts and groans as the guys edged his cock and teased his oiled ass and nuts. It must be exquisite torture not being able to see, hear, or move and never knowing where the next stroke or lick might come from nor who was doing it. Someone reached over and dripped more oil down his spread crack, which spilled over his pink hole and dripped down onto his balls and shaft as a ginger-haired man rubbed the oil across every inch of his generous ass and thick cock while the DILF shook and trembled.
I looked over at Jason and mouthed, “Holy fuck.” Part of me felt guilty for joining the men around the bench as we drank and casually watched some DILF get teased and tormented, but I was also turned on. While I took another gulp of my drink, I noticed that many of the men had visible hard-ons through their clothes, while some had pulled their cocks free. The ginger going to town on the DILF’s ass finally took a break and stepped back with a wistful look on his face. I recognized him from the job site as well. He was a younger guy named Duke who always referred to my dad as “Mr. Jackman.” The strapping red-haired man looked back longingly at the bound man, obviously not wanting to stop but knowing he had to give the others a chance. I wondered how long the DILF had been tied up. I also wondered if my dad had any idea what his crew got up to on the weekends.
Leo stepped in to take Duke’s place as he bent over and gripped the DILF’s ass, pulling his beefy cheeks wide before lapping his tongue up and down his crack and across his wet hole like he was enjoying the best ice cream ever. While the men cheered and the bound man moaned and thrust his ass backwards, Leo lovingly and teasingly licked his tongue around his rim before pressing forward and burrowing his grizzled face deep into his ass, stretching and lubing his puckered hole with his thick tongue. I imagined myself in the same position, unable to do anything but focus on what these men were doing to me, and I wondered how the poor guy was bearing up. He seemed beyond horny as he reacted to this new intensity of teasing and stimulation, moaning through his gag and shuddering. I was torn between watching Leo’s talented tongue or admiring his impressive ass as he bent over in his jockstrap.
“It’s pretty hot, right?”
I turned to see Biagio standing behind me. I had lost track of him and Bruno while watching the show. “It’s fucking amazing. Who is he?”
“I’m not sure. Some friend of Hugo’s, but apparently he volunteered for this. The man obviously loves to get his cock teased and doesn’t mind being tied up. Hugo told me that they gave him three Viagra pills before they tied him to the bench, which seem to be working by the size of his dick and the amount of pre-cum he’s producing. It doesn’t hurt that Leo is giving his ass a workout either. That man can eat ass.” Biagio leaned into me from behind, pressing his straining bulge against my ass and reaching around to grip my hard-on through my jeans. I leaned back into his muscular chest, enjoying the feel of his biceps wrapped around me while I watched the bound DILF squirm. While Biagio humped my ass and ran his hand along the rigid length of my cock, he huskily spoke in my ear, “Look how his oiled muscles are straining against the ropes as Leo destroys his aching hole with his tongue. You can tell he’s so fucking desperate for a thick cock to pound his ass he’d do anything, especially after having a parade of hot studs tease him for the last hour or so. It makes me so fucking horny seeing someone desperate to get off but unable to do anything about it. How about you, or need I ask?” as he gripped my rock-hard erection.
I nodded stupidly, unable to dispute the evidence in Biagio’s hand as I stood there mesmerized by the deviant scene playing out in front of me while he fanned my lust with his words and hands. I wondered how much he had in common with his cousin and whether big Italian sausages ran in the family. It felt like they might by the size of the bulge bumping into my ass. As Biagio purred in appreciation at how I was responding to his strokes, I leaned back into his solid chest, enjoying what he was doing to me and unable to take my eyes off the bound DILF. I glanced over to Jason to see Bruno had managed to unzip Jason’s fly and haul his cock free while he stroked his surprisingly thick shaft under the red light. With many of the guys stroking themselves, or their buddies, it didn’t seem out of place, and I could feel myself letting my guard down in the supercharged atmosphere with the strong tequila flowing through my system.
Leo had pulled his jock pouch aside at this point and was sliding his thick black cock up and down the DILF’s slick crack, causing him to moan through his gag. I felt Biagio unzipping my jeans and reaching in to haul my rigid tool and balls out through my fly. It felt amazing to have him gripping my cock in the open as he pulled back on the shaft and teased pre-cum from the swollen head. It was a rush to have my hard-on exposed in front of all these hot men, and I was definitely feeling uninhibited from the tequila and the weed. I knew I would soon shoot a load from the combination of Biagio’s handjob and the BDSM fantasy playing out in front of me at this rate. It seemed like we were all enjoying watching the DILF squirm and suffer as the men circled him like a pack of wolves and encouraged Leo while he humped the poor guy with his oiled black tool.
I’m not sure how Leo prevented himself from just fucking the DILF with his club of a cock. All he had to do was change the angle slightly, and his dick would be aimed at his well-lubricated puckered hole, and he would be home-free. I could tell that is exactly what the DILF wanted, but possibly Leo was enjoying torturing the guy too much to put him out of his misery. I was impressed by his restraint all the same.
When Leo finally took a break from humping the DILF’s puckered ring and teasing his cock, Hugo stepped up onto the dais to make an announcement. “Thank you, Leo; that was an impressive show. I think our friend here is thoroughly warmed up and more than ready for a deep pounding. It must be torture to have something as big and beautiful as your cock so close yet so far from scratching that deep itch our friend has. To that end, I hope everyone is ready for tonight’s main event and that most of you will take part. I know someone who has definitely been looking forward to this,” as he slapped the DILF’s oiled cheek with the palm of his hand. The poor man lurched forward in surprise, forcing his cock further back as it oozed a long dollop of pre-cum onto the floor. I could actually see his oiled ring puckering in greedy anticipation of what he hoped was coming.
Hugo had put on black vinyl gloves as he reached over and slipped his hand delicately up and down the hooded man’s engorged, oiled cock, twisting his palm around the flared head and teasing his cum-filled balls. I could hear the guy whimpering through his gag as he jerked in frustration, frantic for relief. “That’s a good boy,” soothed Hugo as he stroked the man’s throbbing tool. The men were quiet as they watched Hugo work his magic.
Just when the DILF seemed like he might shoot a load, Hugo abruptly released him and said, “Okay, I think that’s enough. It’s time to see which one of you gets to fuck this needy ass first. I hope everyone saved their tickets.” I watched and listened while Biagio quietly and expertly stroked my cock using my pre-cum and spit as lube. Was Hugo really about to draw a door prize to see who gets to fuck the DILF? I noticed that another one of my dad’s employees, Bear, was kneeling down in front of Leo, hungrily sucking his engorged cock, while Leo ignored him and carried on a conversation with his neighbor while sipping his beer.
This was unlike any party I had been to, and I was… fucking… loving… it. I couldn’t wait to watch some hairy hunk sink his big cock into the DILF’s ass while I nursed my margarita and enjoyed what Biagio was doing to my cock in front of a bunch of my dad’s hunky employees. I was tripping both on the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects of the scene. Some of the men had noticed what Biagio was doing to the boss’s son and nodded towards us appreciatively. I knew I shouldn’t be here, let alone have my dick out, given the connection to my dad’s work but it felt so fucking good that nothing else mattered at this moment as my load steadily built up in my balls. I drained back the rest of my drink, feeling a warm tequila flush spread across my face and chest.
Hugo continued, “Here’s how it’s going to work… I’ve put everyone’s ticket into this ice bucket. Whoever’s ticket gets drawn first gets to fuck our friend here. He’s been a very patient boy, but he needs someone with a firm hand and a hard cock to help him out… Right, boy?” as Hugo gave the DILF’s oiled ass another black-gloved slap. “There’s a Sharpie tied to the bench to sign your name on his ass once you’ve shot your load in his hole. Hopefully we won’t run out of ass or ink before the evening is over.” The guys were eating this up as everyone eagerly reached for their tickets. Holding the bucket towards Bruno, Hugo said, “Bruno, would you do the honors?”
Bruno closed his eyes and reached into the bucket to pull out a ticket before handing it back to Hugo, who held it up in the dim light. “Remember, anyone who wants a turn will get a turn, but the first stud out of the gate is… ticket number 5-0-9-0-2-3. Is there an 0-2-3?”
While all the men checked their ticket stubs, I realized I should check mine as well, although I was content to watch the show and savor what Biagio was doing to my shaft with his talented hands. Regardless, I reached into my jean pocket and found my ticket stub.
“5-0-9-0-2-3? Anyone?”
The guys were all checking their tickets and looking around to see if their neighbor had won. As I rode Biagio’s slick grip, I held mine up to the dim light and read, “5-0-9… 0-2-3.” Was that the number? I felt my erection lurch as I looked at the DILF’s big, muscular ass spread wide in front of the crowd with his puckered hole slathered in oil and spit. Part of me so wanted to plow his sweet ass, while part of me was jealous of the DILF with all these hot studs eager to pound his cake. What would it feel like to be drugged, bound, and blindfolded in Hugo’s basement while these hot men teased and tormented me before fucking me senseless? Regardless, it seemed like I might be about to become the show instead of watching the show.
“Last call. 5-0-9-0-2-3.”
It was my number! As Biagio coaxed more pre-cum from my cock, he looked down at me and said, “What’s your number?”
“Um, the winning one. 0-2-3”
“What?! No way! You lucky bastard. Hugo’s friend is in for a treat with this bad boy,” as he waved my cock in front of me. Turning his head toward Hugo, he called out before I could stop him, “Hugo! We’ve got a winner over here, and trust me, this boy is ready.”
Hugo and all eyes turned to us before following Biagio’s gaze down in front of him, where he was gripping my swollen cock in his hand. My thick shaft was slick with pre-cum as he continued to work my dick while the men watched. Hugo’s eyes in particular widened in appreciation and lust as he licked his lips.
“Congratulations, Conner. My, my, you look like you’re all warmed up. Our friend has no idea what he’s in for. C’mon up here.” I was dazed by how suddenly I was in the spotlight with all the men watching me. Was I really about to fuck the overwrought DILF tied to the bench? Encouraged by Biagio, I stepped towards Hugo up onto the dais as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and spoke to the crowd, “Oh, I forgot to mention that as host of tonight’s activities, I will be providing some valuable guidance and encouragement to tonight’s winner.” The men all groaned, realizing Hugo was just looking for an excuse to get handsy with the boss's son.
I felt like some kind of prizefighter with Hugo as my coach as he fussed over me, saying, “Okay, first of all, let’s get you out of some of these clothes,” as he reached up to undo my shirt before sliding it off and handing it over to Duke. Placing his hands on my jeans, he looked up at me and said, “May I?” Standing there shirtless with my hard cock extended through my fly, it seemed kind of silly to ask permission to remove my pants, but I nodded at him still in shock from my win. With German efficiency, he quickly had me stripped down to my jockstrap under the red lights in front of the rough circle of men. The tequila had given me a pleasant buzz, and I was rushing on the cheers of encouragement and excitement in the Rec Room. I had the impression the DILF couldn’t hear much of what was happening with the hood in place as he remained tightly bound to the bench, keen for more attention and frustrated by the lull in action. Hang in there buddy; you’re about to get some relief.
Hugo looked me up and down in contemplation as he pulled my cock to the side of my jock pouch. “You look more than ready, but let me give you a quick fluffing to make sure,” he said as he knelt down in front of me and lapped at my dickhead. “Mmm, delicious.” Hugo was truly a master at sucking cock, and I could feel my dick throbbing as he expertly worked my shaft with his mouth and dexterous hands. Pausing to breathe, he looked up at me and said, “How about keeping our friend on the edge while I work this?” as he nodded towards the DILF.
Hell yeah, I could do that. The mystery man had a big, thick cock with a set of heavy balls draping down over his shaft. It felt like he might shave his balls as I wrapped my hands around his smooth, oily sack and massaged his cum-filled nuts in my hand. The DILF instantly groaned and pushed his ass back towards me, eager for more contact. Sliding my hands down his shaft, I couldn’t believe how hard he was. He was literally dripping with pre-cum as I worked the loose silky skin of his cock up and down his rigid shaft. I looked out at the crowd to see looks of lust on the men as they watched the three of us. Biagio gave me a thumbs-up as he grinned, watching me. I noticed he had hauled out an impressive cock, which was similar in length and girth to Bruno’s.
Beside him, Jason was leaning back into Bruno, who was playing with Jason’s cock with his jeans halfway down his ass while the two of them watched the action. “Go Connor,” called Jason. Was Bruno trying to fuck him like he had fucked me in the elevator? Things were definitely heating up in Hugo’s Rec Room. Meanwhile, I had moved one hand up past the DILF’s shaft and was teasing his tight hole with my thumb while he impatiently squirmed and thrust back at me. This dude was definitely hot and bothered.
Releasing my cock from his mouth, Hugo stood up and said, “While I could do that all night, I think it’s time.” Gripping my ass cheek with one hand and holding the base of my shaft with the other, he guided me forward until the flared head of my cock was poised directly at the DILF’s puckered hole. “Mmm, will you look at that? A perfect fit. Let’s go nice and slow… ,” as he eased my dick forward and massaged the DILF’s tight, greasy hole with the pre-cum-covered head of my cock, teasing the both of us. I could feel heat and desire coming off the man as he bucked back at me, realizing that he finally had a hard prick poised at his entrance. While I was eager to fuck him, I was getting off on letting Hugo set the pace and control the action. The guys really seemed to be enjoying the show as well, as more of them unzipped and released their cocks. There was an eerie calm over the room as the men watched, fascinated by what was happening.
Hugo was almost breaching the DILF’s hole with my cock. The man was letting out a steady moan, knowing that he was so close to taking a prick up his ass. Hugo gently rocked me, dipping the head of my cock halfway into the DILF’s puckered hole each time, stretching it wider with each pass. Fuck, that felt good. Hugo’s one hand was gripping my ass cheek while he gripped my balls firmly with the other hand, controlling how much dick I was giving him. I could hear a squelch of pre-cum, spit, and oil as the tip of my cock slurped away at the DILF’s hungry, puckered ring, thirsty for more. As amazing as this felt, I was ready to bury my shaft deep into this fucker’s ass. From what I could tell, he more than wanted it as well. The men were getting impatient as they started to call out, “Connor, Connor, Connor…” egging us on.
The DILF had started thrashing about, presumably impatient to get fucked. Hugo looked from the DILF back at me with an odd expression on his face as if he had just remembered something. He looked like he might be reconsidering what was about to happen. C’mon Hugo, quit fucking around. As I felt him ease my cock backwards, I saw him look up at Bruno and shake his head slightly while the DILF groaned out loud in disappointment as he tried to recapture the connection to my dick by thrusting his ass back towards us
Over the noise in the room, Hugo leaned over and said to me, “Uh, Connor, maybe you shouldn’t do this? I know it may seem like a great idea, but it’s not too late to stop. We’d all be fine if you decided to.” I wondered why Hugo was suddenly asking me this. I don’t think I had ever been more ready for something, and I was solely focused on fucking the hot ass in front of me. As I looked at him in bewilderment and confusion, Hugo took a breath to say more. At that moment, I felt another pair of hands grip my bare ass and slowly but firmly shove me forward. My slick, throbbing cockhead pushed directly at the DILF’s well-lubricated hole, breaching his puckered rim and sliding my shaft deep into his warm ass. Not expecting the push, I stumbled forward, burying my dick to the hilt between the man’s big round cheeks. Oomph. I heard Bruno say, “Enough chatter, boys. You can thank me later...” Even over the noise and clamor in the room as the men erupted in cheers, I could hear the DILF let out a loud, satisfied moan as my cock filled his hole.
Behind me, I heard Hugo say, “What the fuck, Bruno?”
“Oh, c’mon, Hugo, you know they both want it. Just let it happen. They’re both adults.”
“But it’s more than that…” I couldn’t hear anything else as they stepped away to continue their discussion. I wasn’t sure what they were arguing about, but I realized Bruno must have been impatient with the pace of the show and pushed me. While the two quietly argued, I decided I didn’t really give a fuck what they were going on about and gripped the DILF by his muscular cheeks, sliding my cock backwards until just the head of my tool was gripped by his tight ring before thrusting forward again, eliciting another grateful groan. As I repeatedly slammed into the overexcited DILF, he grunted loudly with each thrust. I was definitely giving him what he wanted, and fuck, did it feel great. The tequila had emboldened me, and I was no longer thinking about the audience in the basement but solely focused on pounding the sexy ass in front of me as I maintained an energetic pace with my balls slapping against his. As the men encouraged me on, Hugo and Bruno noticed what was happening and stopped arguing to watch. There was no turning back.
I noticed Gage was standing near the DILF’s head and was holding up a bottle of poppers to the air holes in the mask near his nose. As I slammed into him, inexplicably eager to pummel and punish the mystery man, Gage encouraged him to inhale deeply from the bottle. Bruno coarsely called out, “That’s it, Connor. Fuck him, ride that bitch. You know he wants it.”
Hugo seemed to have put aside whatever had been bothering him earlier, as he watched me rutting with the DILF. “Oh, what the fuck. Fine. We’re all going to hell, but I have to admit, it’s pretty hot.”
With the encouragement of the mob, I gripped onto the DILF’s meaty ass and increased my pace, using my aching muscles to thrust harder into the randy daddy. I noticed another guy from my dad’s site, Zeke, had his phone out and was filming both of us. I could hear a steady keening from the DILF as he hunkered down and rode my cock while thrusting his ass back into me as much as he could in his bound position. The men started to chant, “Connor, Connor, Connor…” again as I raced towards a powerful orgasm. Seconds before I was about to cum, I felt his tight hole clench tightly around my shaft as the volume and pitch of his moaning amplified. I heard one of the guys call out, “Holy shit, look, the motherfucker is cumming.” At the same time, I could feel his load splattering warmly against my legs as he milked my throbbing cock with his twitching hole and shot his load. Zeke was crouching down beside us, filming the action in close-up. Damn, the DILF had cum hands-free from the intense pounding I was serving him. I felt pleased with myself for having caused this.
It was all enough to put me over the edge as I began to shoot my load deep inside his slick hole as my balls emptied. Hugo had knelt beside the DILF and grabbed his spurting shaft, pulling it towards him to slurp up any remaining cum. The stimulation of me fucking his ass and Hugo sucking away at his oversensitive dick was causing him to moan and thrash around on top of the bench. I felt like I had completely emptied my balls into his ass, but I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into him, trying to milk every remaining sensation as my cock slid into his cum-coated hole.
Eventually winding down, I felt Biagio behind me as he gripped my sweaty shoulders while pressing his hard-on against me. “That was amazing, Connor. You actually fucked a load out of the fucker without touching his cock!”
As I caught my breath and grinned back at Biagio in a daze, I realized how much of a show I had put on as the crowd of men surrounding us came back into focus. I hadn’t held back at all. Easing my cock from the DILF’s tight hole, I wasn’t surprised to see some of my load leak back out. Duke immediately stepped up and shoved his face between the DILF’s cheeks to lap up any stray cum while Biagio stood behind me shaking his head in amazement while I caught my breath, naked with my thick cock leaking onto the floor. Damn.
Hugo stood up, licking his lips. Turning to me, he said, “Great job, Connor. That was an impressive first round. Don’t forget to write your name on his ass,” as he handed me the Sharpie. As the DILF tried to catch his breath, I wrote “Connor” on his sweaty right cheek. Damn, he had a fine ass for an old guy. “Oh, one more thing…” continued Hugo, “You get to pick who gets to fuck our friend next.”
Really? I glanced around the crowd, wondering who I should pick as some of the men called out to me, eager to add their loads to mine and make their marks. Scanning the crowd, I heard an “Ahem,” from directly behind me. I had forgotten about Biagio, who was gently humping his giant cock against my ass. “What about me?” He was so fucking beautiful and obviously horny; I was happy to let him have a go at the DILF. While I was still hoping to take a ride on his cock, I was willing to share. “Okay, Biagio, you’re up.”
I heard a collective groan and boos as Biagio grinned from ear to ear and stepped forward. Hugo looked down at his engorged cock and said, “He is indeed. Okay, Biagio, you know the drill.” I stepped back into the crowd and stood beside Bruno and Jason, surprisingly not concerned with my naked state with so many of the men half undressed and hard, while Hugo helped Biagio to strip. When Hugo attempted to kneel down to suck his cock, Biagio gently pushed him away with a raised eyebrow.
“While that may work with the younger fellows, I don’t need any fluffing.” Hugo didn’t seem offended as he shrugged and gave the platform to Biagio.
“Give him hell, Biagio,” yelled Bruno as the rest of the guys cheered, and Biagio stepped forward to wrap his hand around the DILF’s still-hard cock. The man was still so overstimulated; the slightest touch seemed to make him jump as he squirmed on the bench. I swore I could actually see his thick tool throbbing as he ineffectively humped the the bench in frustration. Biagio seemed to be in the zone as he pulled the DILF’s thick shaft backwards and teased it in his palm before lapping his tongue up and down the length and sucking the thick head into his mouth. While the Italian sensuously suckled at his tool, I wished he was doing that to me. After teasing and edging the poor man, he finally released his cock and rested his impressive tool between the DILF’s round cheeks, teasing his puckered rim with the thick, ridged head of his dick as he gripped his hips and thrust his prick up and down his crack, dragging it back and forth across his sensitive hole. The DILF’s ass was well lubricated with a combination of oil, spit, and my cum, making his thick shaft slide effortlessly back and forth. The DILF was arching his ass back and upwards after recognizing another hard cock and eager to get fucked again. After blasting a thick load on the floor earlier, his tool hadn’t softened at all.
I was in awe of what a fine specimen of man Biagio was undressed. His muscles gleamed in the moody light as he sensuously moved his hips to expertly tease the bound man with his beautiful cock. While I was getting off on the show, I couldn’t wait to have the Italian to myself, preferably with his cock poised at my ass. Having been fucked by Bruno in the elevator, I knew I was capable of taking Biagio’s thick hog. Despite having cum recently, I could feel blood rushing to my tool as I watched in admiration. At that moment he turned and looked at me, smiling like he had just read my mind.
Biagio placed the head of his cock directly against the DILF’s puckered hole and nodded at Gage, who was standing near the hood-covered head of the man. I watched as he held up poppers for the DILF to inhale while Biagio pressed forward with his cockhead, stretching the tight ring of his ass. After the DILF had inhaled several times, I watched amazed as Biagio eased forward, and the DILF’s tight ring slowly stretched to accommodate his thick head until suddenly his cockhead was buried in his ass, gripped tightly by the ridge. I knew the DILF thought he was home free as he groaned loudly, but Biagio had other plans. Without sliding any deeper, he gently rocked back and forth so that the thick head of his dick would strain back against the tight ring before easing forward again. The slight friction of sliding in and out in barely measurable strokes was putting him over the edge as the popper rush slammed into him.
While Gage continued to feed the DILF poppers, Bruno once again approached the dais. Uh oh. Biagio had also spotted his cousin and said, “You’re not going to shove me, are you, bro?”
“Nah, I wouldn’t do that, but since you are taking your sweet fucking time, I thought I’d have a little snack.” Without pausing, Bruno kneeled down behind his cousin, gripping his meaty cheeks in his hands and spreading them wide before leaning forward to bury his face in his ass. Whoa, that seemed a bit familiar for cousins. Bruno must have sensed some shock from the crowd as he paused from shoving his tongue up Biagio’s hole and looked towards us. “What? He’s my cousin by marriage, for fuck’s sake!” before picking up where he left off. With everything else that was going on, I guess a little action between cousins was no big deal. Biagio seemed to be enjoying having the head of his cock gripped and teased by the DILF’s tight hole while getting his ass rimmed by his cousin. I wondered if they did this often.
While Biagio was happy, the DILF was not and wanted more, but he had to wait several more minutes until Biagio finally said, “Okay, I think I need to fuck this dude.” I was surprised he had held off as long as he did. Bruno had heard his cousin and stood back to give him room as well as strip off his shirt. I was overdosing on all the exposed beefcake in Hugo’s basement, and my cock was rock-hard again.
“Okay, big guy, it’s time to fuck that tight hole of yours,” as Biagio gripped the DILF’s hips and slowly started to slide his thick shaft into him. The DILF was shaking and groaning as he finally got what he needed. I had a decent-sized cock, but nothing compared to Biagio or his cousin. Eventually Biagio was buried balls-deep in the man’s ass as he paused to let him adjust to his girth. The DILF was having no part of it and shook on top of the bench, obviously wanting him to fuck him hard and fuck him now. Biagio was happy to accommodate as he pulled his tool back and slid forward again.
While Biagio powerfully thrust into the DILF, I watched as Bruno stripped off the rest of his clothes. While Bruno was bigger than his cousin, both men were beautiful and well built. I couldn’t take my eyes off Biagio’s firm ass as he humped the DILF, powerfully slamming his thick cock deep into his hole. I watched in awe as Bruno walked up behind Biagio and eased him as far forward as he could until he was lying mostly on top of the DILF on the bench as he pumped his ass up into the air, thrusting his shaft deep down into the man. The position gave us an amazing view of Biagio’s spread ass and his shaft fucking the DILF as Bruno reached for a bottle of oil, drizzling it between his cousin’s firm cheeks and oiling up his dark shaft before he shuffled forward and positioned his tool directly under his cousin’s cock, pressing against the bottom of the DILF’s stretched rim. Was he going to try and fuck the poor guy at the same time as his cousin?
Gripping Biagio by the hips, he shifted forward, pressing his blunt cockhead against the DILF’s stretched hole. The cousins were hung like horses, and I couldn’t imagine taking both of them at the same time. Nevertheless, I could see the oiled tip of Bruno’s prick slipping into his puckered hole while Biagio continued to fuck him from his prone position. As the DILF moaned loudly, the head of Bruno’s cock slipped in further, trapped against his cousin’s shaft. The poor guy was taking both shafts. As Biagio pulled his cock back, Bruno used the opportunity to thrust forward, ramming most of his dick deep into his slippery ass. The cousins’ cocks were sandwiched tightly together as they slid along against each other, fighting to penetrate the DILF. They had established a working rhythm as they took turns deep-dicking the man like a well-oiled machine while their sweaty muscles gleamed and strained in the dim light of the Rec Room. I was impressed by the DILF’s ability to take that amount of cock. It probably didn’t hurt that Gage was regularly holding the popper bottle up to the DILF’s nose as his asshole stretched to take both dicks.
The two cousins were now thrusting in tandem as they pounded their cocks balls-deep in the bound man’s ass. I had never seen anything so raw and brutish as the beefy studs abused the DILF’s hole to get themselves off. They were oblivious to the cheering crowd as they fucked the guy like they were pumping iron at the gym, determined and focused as they pushed themselves, grunting with each powerful thrust. If the DILF hadn’t been tied firmly to the bench, I doubt if he would have been able to withstand the barrage. I had a front-row seat to the action as I watched their impressive cocks battle for position in his oiled channel while three sets of balls swung with each powerful thrust. I looked over at Jason, and he looked back at me in awe.
While the two men destroyed the DILF’s hole, I saw Leo walk around to the other end of the bench and roughly pull off the DILF’s mouth covering. He must have removed a gag as well, as suddenly the volume of moaning from the DILF increased before it was abruptly cut off as Leo stuffed his thick black cock into his mouth through the opening in his mask. I heard Leo say, “That’s it, suck daddy’s dick. You know you can’t get enough of my big black cock,” while he struggled to breathe with Gage urging him to snort more poppers, while the two cousins rode his generous ass. I looked around, and everyone seemed to have their dicks out and were either stroking themselves or their neighbor as the action intensified. The room reeked of spunk, sweat and poppers. I wondered if my dad had any idea what a bunch of sex fiends he employed. This exceeded any fantasy I had ever had about his hunky crew, and trust me, there had been many.
The two cousins sped up their thrusts as the DILFs oil- and cum-slicked hole stretched to accommodate their double girth. I was getting off on watching the two hunks grunt and groan against each other as they fought for more access to the DILF’s ass. They seemed to find a rhythm and the right position where they were both able to slide most of their big cocks to the hilt. Picking up the pace, it wasn’t long until Bruno groaned out loud and thrust deeply into the DILF, taking his cousin along for the ride. I could tell he was cumming as his powerful ass cheeks clenched and he pumped his tool into the DILF’s hole, emptying his load. Biagio followed soon afterwards as the three men moaned and thrust against each other. There was too much cum for the DILF’s ass to handle as it oozed out from his stretched hole, dripping down over his balls and down his oiled shaft. Even over the cheers of the men, I could hear the squelch of the two slick cocks sliding through three loads of cum.
While Leo continued to fuck the DILF’s hooded face, the cousins eventually eased their cocks free, leaving a gaping hole dripping with cum between his muscular cheeks. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck the DILF now after receiving three loads. While Bruno and Biagio high-fived each other, Hugo passed them the marker to add their names to his ass. Three down. Bruno turned back to look for Jason and told him to come up on the dais. “We’ve got him ready for you, little buddy, if you’re game. With a big cock like yours, a little extra lube and stretching couldn’t hurt.
Jason seemed more than willing as Bruno helped him strip off his shirt and pants before guiding him up to the rear of the DILF and easily sliding his surprisingly thick cock into his hole without any preamble. I wondered what it felt like to have that much cum lubricating your tool. The usually shy Jason wasted no time in fucking him while Bruno gripped him by the hips and helped. I heard Leo groan as he began to fill the DILF’s mouth with his load while Jason with some assistance from Bruno fucked him.
Biagio had walked back over and stood behind me while we watched. I could feel his slippery cockhead sliding between my cheeks as he pressed against me. Despite just shooting a load, Biagio seemed like he was ready for more. I could see that Bruno was hard as well as he stood behind Jason and I wondered if my buddy was about to experience his first spit-roast.
The rest of the men continued to watch, waiting for a chance to fuck the DILF as well. Some were too horny or impatient to wait and had wandered over to a dark corner of the Rec Room to put on their own show. Biagio and I soon followed suit to the sofa near the stairs, where I pushed him back onto the cushions and crawled up on his lap facing him. I leveraged his thick cock backwards until it was resting against my crack as I rode his shaft against my ass while we kissed passionately. I loved the feel of his hard cock wedged in my slippery crack as I slid up and down its length. As I raised my ass higher in the air, the head of his dick was poised directly against my puckered ring as I teased the tip with my ass. With my entrance pushing directly against the blunt end of his cock, I pressed down directly until I felt the tip start to stretch my tight ring. Biagio growled into my mouth as we teetered on the edge of penetration. I think he wanted my ass as much as I wanted his tool in my ass.
As I wriggled on the end of his rigid cock, his head slipped into me, stretching my tight hole. Ah, this was it. All I had to do was relax my leg muscles, and I would slide down his thick pole. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed and allowed gravity to impale me on his big cock. Finally, I had this stud of a man’s tool buried inside me. Once I adjusted to his size, I let Biagio fuck me from below as he held me up by my hips and thrust upwards. I was impressed with his stamina as he rode me from below for several minutes before shooting his second load while I jerked myself off and sprayed his hairy chest with mine. By the time we were done, a small group of men had gathered around us to watch the action. I recognized Danny and Red from the job site who watched us while they pressed their cocks together and frotted before blasting their loads onto their hairy abs and rubbing their cum into their twitching cocks. Everywhere I looked, there seemed to be some hot guy getting it on with another stud.
As I leaned against Biagio with his cock still in my ass and caught my breath, I looked back towards the bench to see Bruno was indeed fucking Jason while Jason fucked the DILF. My friend seemed fine with taking Bruno’s giant schlong as the big man rode Jason while he fucked the beefy DILF. Zeke had taken Leo’s place and was getting sucked off by the DILF while a number of men watched, stroking their hard cocks.
For the rest of the night, everyone who wanted to had a chance to fuck the DILF. For his part, he never seemed to tire of having his big ass railed by one of the horny studs. I had grabbed a couple of refills for Jason and myself, and we watched the action taking place, amazed by the variety of men that had enthusiastically fucked the DILF and how many names were now written on his muscular ass. I had lost count of how many times he had cum but still he was rock-hard. Everywhere I looked, there was a hot stud with a throbbing cock looking for action. With the combination of tequila, weed, and poppers, it was all becoming a pleasant blur as I took in everything that was happening around me, while I mostly hung out with Biagio.
The DILF remained the main attraction, as pretty well everyone at Hugo’s had either fucked him or been sucked off by the man. For the first time since we had arrived, he was alone on the bench as he caught his breath. His big cock was still engorged, and it looked red and angry after receiving so much attention. Cum was splattered across his oiled body, and there was a thick river of splooge oozing from his puckered hole between his ink-covered cheeks. In addition to my name, I could see another 25 to 30 names written on his ass, along with the words “Cum Dump,” written where a tramp stamp would be. No wonder he was leaking cum. For his sake, I hoped the ink would wash off, or the guy may have some explaining to do at the gym or with his wife if he happened to be married. I had noticed he was wearing a wedding band.
Hugo’s basement smelled like a heavily used gay bathhouse, with the smell of poppers, weed, and sex in the air. While Biagio gently stroked my cock, I watched as Hugo, Leo, and Bruno untied the DILF and helped him down from the bench still wearing a chest harness, a hood, and a black jockstrap. He was a bit unsteady and unable to see with the hood, so the guys walked him upstairs to presumably clean up, accompanied by appreciative whistles and cheers from the men. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to take that many loads, but I remained secretly envious of the older stud and wondered what he looked like under the hood.
I wandered over to the bench to take a closer look. It was covered in oil and spunk, with the ropes haphazardly tossed aside. I placed my hand on the padded main bench, imagining what it would have been like for the DILF to be tied up for hours and teased and fucked by this rough group of men. Biagio had walked up behind me and was watching me closely. A few minutes later, Bruno made his way back downstairs and approached us, saying, “Hey, are you guys ready to head out? I think things are winding down here, and we should probably get the boys home.”
I didn’t think I could get off again, and my buzz was starting to wear off, leaving me tired. I glanced back at Jason, who nodded at me before I replied, “Yeah, for sure. I think we could both use some sleep, although I’m hoping we can see you guys again.”
Biagio immediately jumped in, “Hell yeah. I can speak for both of us that we’d love to get together again. It doesn’t have to be a gang bang next time, but I for one wouldn’t mind taking another ride on that sweet ass of yours.”
Bruno added, “Same for me. I feel like Jason and I have a lot to explore still, not to say that I wouldn’t be up for a foursome if you guys were game,” as he pulled Jason in for an affectionate hug. I think Bruno was smitten with my twinky friend.
I was happy to hear that Biagio was up for another romp with me, but as I thought back over the evening, I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Happy to hear that it doesn’t have to be a gang bang next time, although I wouldn’t rule one out.” I shyly added, “Part of me was jealous of the guy.”
While Jason swatted me in shock, Bruno broke into a big grin. “Well, well, well. It sounds like Connor might want to star at one of Hugo’s Boys Nights. We may have to pencil something in.”
Shocked by what I had just admitted in front of Biagio, Bruno, and Jason, I nevertheless felt my abused cock twitch in horny anticipation of what might actually come to pass… if I let it. Hesitant to commit, I stammered and mumbled, “Er, uh, I don’t know. Maybe?”
Biagio sensed my eagerness and anxiety and rested his big hand on the back of my neck as he comforted me, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with knowing what you like. I for one would love to see you bound and teased, and I’d make sure you were safe and taken care of if you decided to try it. It’s nothing you need to commit to right now, but when and if you do decide you’d like to try something similar, you just let us know and we’ll arrange everything. I know the boys would be thrilled.”
Jason was looking at me with a combination of shock and admiration after my admission. “Connor, you never cease to amaze me. If that ever does happen, make sure I’m invited. I’d like to film the whole thing. Damn, I always want a cigarette after sex. I’ll meet you guys out front,” before heading upstairs. I spent a couple minutes looking for the rest of my clothes before saying goodnight to Hugo and the guys and walking back upstairs with Biagio and Bruno.
“Hey guys… Uh, can you do me a favor and not tell my dad I was here? I’m not sure how he would react.”
Bruno looked at me with a smile and said, “Don’t you worry. None of us will say a thing, although your dad is a pretty cool guy. I doubt he would have a problem with it.”
I thought back to the jockstrap switch in the elevator the other day and what might have happened with my dad and some of his men. Bruno was probably right, but I still couldn’t picture sharing this evening with my dad. “You may be right, but thanks for not saying anything.”
As we walked out the front door of Hugo’s, I looked around for Jason and spotted him beside a truck mostly hidden behind Hugo’s house. What was he doing? It looked like he was looking at some markings on the side of the door. “Hey Jason!” I called out. He immediately jumped in surprise, stepping back from the truck and dropping his cigarette. What was that about? “What are you doing?”
As he walked quickly back toward us, he replied, “Uh, nothing. I, uh… thought I heard… a cat over there and wanted to see if he was okay.” Jason looked pale as he rejoined us, and while I thought he was acting odd, I assumed it was because he was tired. I noticed Biagio and Bruno give each other knowing glances but thought nothing more of it.
We dropped off Jason first, and we promised to get together in the morning to do some studying before heading back to school on Monday. Bruno gave Jason a long, passionate kiss before saying goodnight, While they might make an odd couple, they both seemed into each other.
As we pulled up to my dad’s house, I noticed his work truck wasn’t in the driveway, so I assumed he was out. I was relieved that I’d have a chance to shower and sneak off to bed before he got home. I probably reeked of sweat, weed, cum, and poppers. Feeling grateful for being on my own, I thanked Bruno for the ride and took a moment to kiss Biagio in the shadows as I felt his semi-hard cock pressing against me. Those Italian men were horndogs. I reluctantly told him that I should get inside in case my dad came home. Biagio told me I probably had time, but no worries, we would pick up where we left off another night.
“When are you back in town from school?”
“We have midterms in two week, so I’m back for nine days starting next weekend.”
“Awesome, dude, I can’t wait. Maybe we can check Hugo’s calendar for the following week if what you said earlier is something you’d like to explore…”
“Uh, well... I’m not sure. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Let’s just wait and see, okay?”
“Absolutely, Connor, no pressure at all. I just think it would be so hot to see you oiled and tied up with the boys while we tease you until you can’t stand it before fucking that beautiful ass of yours. Maybe we could use Bruno’s sling. You would look so hot in it, and I love how you can use the motion of it to swing a hot ass onto your cock. That said, I’m just as happy to have your ass all to myself, but don’t say no just yet. Think about it this week, and let’s talk next weekend to see how you feel.”
My cock was rock-hard after the sensual kiss with Biagio and hearing him describe a possible evening with some of my dad’s hunky employees. I could picture myself tied to a sling in Hugo’s basement, drugged up on Viagra with the guys taking turns teasing my dick and fucking me. Whether I would actually follow through on it, I was getting off on the fantasy. I wasn’t sure where this newly discovered kink came from, but I couldn’t deny that I had been jealous of the DILF earlier at Hugo’s and might have switched positions with him if given the chance.
“Deal, that sounds good. I can’t wait to see you again. Night, Biagio.”
Biagio and Bruno both said goodnight before driving away as I let myself into my dad’s house and quickly showered before crawling into bed. I wondered where my dad was. He was single after all, so maybe he was out on a date or at a bar. I briefly thought back to what might have gone down with him and some of his guys on the crowded elevator and whether it was possible he might be out with another guy, but I just couldn’t picture my dad in that scenario. I hadn’t completely resolved what the exchange of jockstraps meant, but it definitely meant something. Was my dad gay or bi, or had the guys forced him into doing something in the elevator against his will?
Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep with visions of Biagio slamming his thick Italian sausage into me while I was tied to Bruno’s sling. He was gripping the chains of the sling and swinging me onto his thrusting cock while I moaned and tilted my head back to find Leo standing near my head holding up a bottle of poppers to my nose with his big, black dick brushing against my face. We were surrounded by my dad’s crew as they cheered us on while they waited their turn with the boss's son.
Just as I felt I might cum from the combination of the poppers and the intense drumming on my prostate, I heard my dad’s truck pull up in the driveway and the sound of his truck door closing. Fuck, I couldn’t let him find me like this. As I frantically turned towards Biagio to ask him to untie me, I noticed a gold band on his left hand that looked just like my dad’s. Looking from the ring over to Biagio, I was shocked to discover that my dad had somehow replaced Biagio as he gripped the chains of the sling and slammed his cock deep into my hole. He was dressed like a gay leather daddy with a military-style black leather cap, a black leather chest harness, and black leather bands around his biceps and wrists. The harness extended downwards with a strap around his hips and another strap linked to a metal ring that formed a cock ring around his engorged dick and heavy balls. He was wearing leather chaps but was otherwise naked, sweaty, and grinning manically as he swung the sling backwards and met it on the backswing with a deep thrust of his large cock. What? No, no, no! As I struggled to understand what was happening, I looked over at the guys, and they were all naked with hard-ons as they cheered with Biagio and Bruno at the front of the pack. Bruno shouted out, “That’s it, Boss! Fuck him hard, make him pay.”
My dad’s ridged cockhead was ricocheting off my prostate as he slammed into me over and over while I swung wildly in the sling, struggling to get loose. I tried to call out to him to stop, but when I breathed in to speak, Leo shoved poppers up to my nose, and I took a big sniff of the potent fumes instead. As the room spun and the men yelled, I could feel my dad’s cum-filled balls slapping against mine as his shaft torpedoed my hole. He looked possessed as he snarled and gripped the chains tightly, yanking me onto his cock over and over. “You’ve been asking for this boy; don’t look so shocked.” My dad was a kind and gentle man, and I couldn’t reconcile how he was acting or what he was doing to his own son as he fucked me with a vengeance.
Despite my horror at finding myself being fucked by my dad in front of his crew, I was unable to ignore the raw stimulation anymore with the rush of poppers amping up my nerve endings and my dad’s blunt cock banging off my prostate. As my rigid tool bounced on my abs, I couldn’t deny my orgasm any longer and yelled, “Fuck, Dad, fuck! I’m cumming!” Arching every muscle in my body, I groaned out loudly as cum exploded from the end of my swollen cock, spraying high into the air and splattering down on my chest and face. My dad had buried his shaft as deep as he could as he roared and began to shoot deep into my ass. I could feel his load spraying the inside of my hole as he pumped me full of cum.
In between the loud grunts from my dad, the creak of the chains, and the cheers of the men, I heard someone knocking and a muffled voice calling out, “Connor?” As my dad continued to pound my hole, making sure he spent his full load into me, I heard another knock and someone say, “Is everything okay?” Wait, what? What was happening? As the men and the sling slowly dissolved around me, I found myself lying on my back in my bed with my cock twitching on my abs and a load of warm cum splattered all over me. After a moment of disorientation, I realized I had just had my first wet dream in over ten years dreaming about getting fucked in Bruno’s sling… by my Dad! What the actual fuck? “Connor, are you okay?” My dad was in the hall knocking on my bedroom door, and to my horror, he started to open the door as I quickly grabbed the sheet to cover up my hard-on and my cum-covered torso.
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 12:37 in the morning. I must have been dreaming and heard my dad arriving home just as I was about to cum. “Uh, hey Dad,” I said as I squinted at his silhouette in the partially open door. With the bright hall light behind him, I could just make out his concerned expression and his wedding band catching the light as he held the door open. Fuck, had he seen my hard-on and my load of cum? Had I been yelling out loud? Shit.
“Hey son, sorry, is everything okay?”
Trying to appear calm as I weirdly held my sheet up to my neck like a kid caught doing something naughty, I shifted my body so my hard-on hopefully wasn’t showing. I replied, “Uh, I’m good. I think I just had a weird dream. I might have drunk too much tonight.”
“Oh, okay. I just got home, and it sounded like you were yelling and in pain… or something. Uh, sorry to disturb you. If you’re okay, I’ll let you get back to sleep; I need to get some rest myself. See you in the morning son.”
“Night, Dad. Thanks for checking in on me.”
Relieved to be on my own again but shaken by the unsettling image of being forcefully railed by my dad, I tossed the sheet back and grabbed my t-shirt to try to clean up the mess on my chest and my sheets. My cock was still hard despite having just shot a load. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had just dreamed about being tied to Bruno’s sling and getting fucked by Biagio and my dad with his crew watching and waiting for their turn. Putting the final unsettling scene with my dad aside, I had to admit the sling part was pretty wild. Maybe I should consider taking Biagio and Bruno up on their offer? All I had to do was say yes and let them make all the arrangements and make sure my dad never found out about it. I would see how I felt on the weekend.
As I pulled my cum-dampened sheets back in place, I realized I’d be doing laundry in the morning before heading back to school. I wondered where my dad had been. I’d ask him in the morning. Rolling over, I drifted off to sleep exhausted by all that had happened. I thought back to my dad standing in my doorway and the light bouncing off his ring. There was something important about that image that I was missing, but before I could consider it further, I was once again dreaming about being back in Bruno’s sling as Biagio fucked me with his beautiful, veiny, Italian cock while a lineup of swarthy construction workers stood behind him waiting their turn. I think my subconscious at least knew that I’d eventually say yes.
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