After my deceased momma’s boyfriend Marc took my cherry, I sorta became like his wife or somethin’ close to it. My momma doted on Marc when she was with us, and I guess I sorta do the same thing now. I make sure he eats three squares a day and I also see to it that his balls are emptied on the regular.
It’s been about six weeks or so since momma’s funeral and Marc livin’ with me. We have a terrific arrangement. Momma left the house to me, Marc’s construction job pays the bills and feeds us, and I still get to go to school.
Marc had some rules though and I learnt quickly to follow ‘em. No friends in the house, no datin’ other boys, and no smartphone for me. Marc said soft boys like me are easy targets and it obeyin’ his rules would keep me safe. Marc did keep my bits locked up, too. He said it was for my own good cuz boys my age waste too much time mastubatin’. I guess he was right cuz before momma passed, I never left my bedroom and soiled all my sheets spillin’ spooge.
One night while I was serving Marc his supper I asked ‘em if he thought about datin’ women cuz a man like him should be makin’ babies.
“Why would I go and do that? I got me everythin’ I need right here and ain’t gotta worry ‘bout no babies. Besides you think a woman could suck my dick better than a soft boy? I sincerely doubt that, son. Why you askin’, boy? You tryin’ ta get away from me?”
“No Sir. Just curious is all. I mean, you were datin’ my momma, so I just thought maybe you missed the company of a woman.”
“You might not have big titties like your momma had, but you got one hella ass and I trained you to suck my cock better than anyone I know. One more thing, I’ll tell ya, women come with drama. Obedient soft boys like you, there’s no drama. You understand me son? Now don’t you ever mention a woman to me again!”
“Yessir. I promise I won’t.”
“Good boy.”
Marc ate his steak and potatoes like someone was gonna steal his plate! I never saw any man eat so much, so fast. Marc could also drink more beer than any man I ever met, but I haven’t really met that many men myself.
Most nights, after supper, Marc would drink beer while watchin’ sports on tv and he’d ask me to nurse on his cock. He’d call me from the kitchen, “Git”, he’d say, and I would drop whatever I was doin’. Marc liked a slow and wet blowjob, often times I’d be down there between his legs for over an hour. I didn’t mind it much. I was actually in love with Marc’s cock. It was so huge and perfect, and I hope when I get in my 30’s that my cock will be as big and strong.
I once mentioned that to Marc and he said soft boys like me are not meant to have big strong cocks like him cuz he’s a big and strong man, and I’m not like ‘em at all. He also said boys like me should have their bits locked away because soft boys don’t need ‘em for breedin’. He thought it was funny that I even brought it up.
Well, later that night after I cleared the table and he finished eatin’ his steak, I was down there between his legs gobbling’ down on his knob and he really threw me for a loop.
I had his entire shaft down my throat and he was holdin’ the back of neck down when he mentioned it.
“Boy, I’m bringin’ a buddy over for dinner tomorrow night after work. Make somethin’ nice and wear that new apron I just bought ya.”
“Yetthir”, I lisped with a mouth full of his big fat dick.
Marc never took nobody to the house before. I couldn’t think much ‘bout it cuz I was guzzlin’ a thick load of Marc’s cream and he’d be mighty pissed if I spilt any.
That night when Marc was spoonin’ me in bed he mentioned his buddy again.
“Brad’s really gonna like you, boy. I told ‘em all ‘bout ya.”
I knew better than to ask Marc anythin’ more. Marc didn’t appreciate me askin’ lots of questions and would usually tell me things ain’t none of my business anyway.
The next mornin’, I was sleepin’ when Marc’s big boner woke me up. I felt it hard as steel pressing against my ass.
“You awake, boy?”
“Yessir”, I said with my eyes barely opened.
I slid my tighty whities down for access, spit into my hand and wet Marc’s cock for my mornin’ breedin’. Marc was always so horny, wanting’ to get some every mornin’ and every night.
After he finished cummin’, he said, “Brad’s gonna be wanting’ some of this ass later, boy.”
“Sir, but I don’t know Brad?”, I replied.
“No sassin’ me, son. You’ll do what I say. Brad’s a good man. Wife’s expectin’ and he hasn’t had any pussy in months. I offered ya up and you won’t disappoint me if ya know what’s good for ya.”
“Yessir”
“That’s my good boy.”
While Marc was gettin’ himself ready for work I went downstairs to make his coffee and breakfast wearin’ my white jockeys.
When Marc came down to the kitchen he looked over at me.
“Why aren’t ya wearin’ the apron I bought ya?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“You’d best be wearin’ it when I get home tonight. I wanna see that purty little ass of yours. Don’t disappoint me, boy.”
“Yessir.”
I learnt within a few weeks not to cross Marc or give ‘em too much sassin’. He had a big fat leather strap that he wasn’t afraid to use on my bare butt when I wasn’t behavin’ right.
Although Marc was demandin’, and had lots of rules, I loved ‘em. He made sure I was safe, and to be perfectly honest, I did enjoy his cock very much. I liked that Marc wanted to fuck me and all the attention he gave me, and I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t come clean about it. Truthfully, I looked up to ‘em. He was a very handsome fella. I’m sure momma would appreciate that Marc was takin’ good care of me, as much as I was takin’ good care of him.
So after school that day I came home and started preparin’ supper for three and also made sure I was clean inside and out. Marc’s open was pure white, I put it on over my naked body and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked over my shoulder down at my butt, and shook it just a little. Marc was right about one thing, I did have a purty little ass.
I was busy cuttin’ up a salad in the kitchen when Marc came home and I heard ‘em talkin’ to someone with a deeper voice than his. They came closer towards the kitchen and I didn’t bother to turn ‘round just yet.
“There he is, that’s my boy. Son, where’s your manners. Say hello to Brad.”
Brad was stunning! He was in his 30’s, too, like Marc, blonde hair on his head, darker blonde close cropped beard, wearin’ blue jeans and a flannel shirt showin’ off chest hair. He had a beautiful smile and blue eyes that sparkled in the light.
“Hi Sir”
“Nice ta meet ya, son.”
“How much time before supper is ready, boy?”
“‘Bout 45 minutes, Sir.”
“Fetch us a beer, would ya boy?”
“Yessir”
I handed each man a cold beer and they said “cheers” before takin’ a first swig.
“I told ya Brad. My boy here gives me no sass and no drama.”
“Mollie sure don’t keep ‘er mouth shut. Yappin’ 24/7, gettin’ all up in my business. Now she’s knocked up and I’m stuck with ‘er.”
“Ahhh, I’m sure it ain’t that bad, but let’s forget about Mollie tonight and have yerself a good time. Boy, turn ‘round and let us see what you’re hidin’ behind ya.”
I blushed, but I turned ‘round and had to check on the chicken in the oven anyway so I bent over to open it.
“Well, I’ll be, Marc. You weren’t lyin’. That’s as good an ass I ever did see on a woman. And you say fuckin’ it is better than pussy?”
“100 times better, Brad, you’ll see fer yerself, and I promise ya, you ain’t never had head like my boy can give ya neither. I trained ‘em up good.”
“I hope I can make it to supper, Marc. My balls are gonna bust right now if ya keep talkin’ like that.”
“I’ll tell ya what. We have time before supper. Let my boy help you out a little now and then later after dessert you can have seconds. What ya think?”
“Yeah? Would that be alright?”
“Sure, I’ll leave you here with my boy and I’m gonna go freshin’ up. Boy, take good care of my friend here, you understand me?”
“Yessir”
“You should know, I broke his cherry. He ain’t never been with nobody but me.”
Marc left us and I became quite nervous as was Brad.
“How do you wanna do this?”, he asked.
“I could help ya, Sir.”
I knelt on the kitchen tile and helped Brad pull down his jeans to his ankles. Brad was wearin’ navy blue boxer briefs and there was already a little wet stain on the front. When I peeled them down I was confronted with a mess of thick dark blonde hair everywhere. Just like Marc, no manscapin’ down there. The fumes hit me pretty hard. The man’s been workin’ outdoors all day, the sweat and musk were ripe, but I didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout it. Through the thicket, I saw two man balls covered in blonde curly hair, the size of two large eggs and Brad was packin’ more than seven inches. Not as big as Marc, but thicker. It was already hard and there was a little moisture seepin’ out the slit.
“Sorry son, it’s been too long I s’pose.”
“It’s alright, Sir.”, I said before holding his cock in my hand. It felt so warm and I could feel it pulsin’. It looked so angry and dark red-like.
I put it in my mouth and Brad closed his eyes. It stretched my throat more than I’d been used to, but I was able to swallow it down with no fuss. Brad was eager to be pleased. I placed his hand on the back of my head to let ‘em know was fine for ‘em to face fuck me. Brad was makin’ all kinds of noise as I was slurpin’ away on his cock. I was only down on it for a few minutes when I felt his balls tighten in my hand and I knew he was gonna feed me his jizz.
Sure enough, Brad groaned loudly as his cock literally exploded in my mouth. Thick ropes of his seed burst into my gullet, it tasted so strong like salty bleach and there was so much of it I nearly drowned.
“Damn boy, I’m sorry, I haven’t cum in over two months. I needed that. Thanks boy.”
I wiped my lips with my forearm.
“Welcome, Sir.”
Brad zipped up his jeans, took his beer, and left to the living room.
I finished preparin’ supper still tastin’ that cum in my mouth.
Marc had taken a shower and smelled like Irish Spring when he came into the kitchen for another beer.
“Good job, son. Brad said you took good care of ‘em.”
“Yessir. I was happy to help.”
“That’s my good boy. I’m raisin’ ya right, I tell ya. Supper ready? We’re starvin’ out there.”
“Yessir. I’m ’bout to serve it to ya.”
I didn’t think Marc would want me eatin’ with the menfolk, so I only set two plates on the table. I cut up the chicken and served it all nice on a platter, along with all the other fixins.
“Well look here, Marc! You eat like this every night? Mollie can’t even make a scrambled egg without burnin’ it. Lucky man you are, Marc.”
“His momma sure did teach ‘em how to cook. You know how it is with soft boys, they ain’t meant to be doin’ men’s work.”
“I don’t know Marc. I never even thought about it before I met ya. Ain’t seen many soft boys ‘round here, but sure do got yerself a good one.”
Brad winked at me and I blushed.
“You feelin’ better now, Brad? My boy take some of the pressure off ya?”
“Yes, fer sure. That boy of yours has a mouth like a Hoover, I tell ya.”
“Hehe, yes, I know. Wait til ya try some of that ass later. I hate to tell ya this but you may never want to fuck Mollie again, you’ll see.”
“Mollie’s pussy gonna be all stretched anyway after havin’ my baby. They say a woman’s pussy ain’t never the same after that.”
The two men laughed and carried on for a good spell and when they finished I cleared the table and brought them some chocolate cake I baked after school.
“Marc, this cake is delicious! It’s no wonder you don’t weigh 300 pounds eatin’ like this!”
“My boy sure does spoil me. Nah, I work it off. Buildin’ houses keeps us in good shape, and fuckin’ my boy does, too. You know what I’m sayin’?”
“Lucky lucky man, Marc.”
“I sure am, I sure am. If you’re done with your cake I think it’s time for ya to sample the goods.”
“Yeah, I’ve had enough. I gotta tell ya Marc, your boy’s ass has been teasin’ me since we walked in the door. The way you go on and on about it, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“Well alright then, let’s git things goin’ then. Son, after you clear these plates come meet us in the livin’ room.”
“Yessir.”
When I joined them, Marc was sittin’ in his armchair and Brad was on the sofa.
“Let me get the boy ready for ya, Brad. You into eatin’ pussy? Come ‘ere boy, let me get some of that sweet ass.”
I was still wearin’ the apron which was completely open in the back. I walked over to Marc who had me bend over and he put his bearded face into my crack and started to munch out on it. Mark’s tongue was so warm and wet and felt so good back there. I felt my hole loosenin’ up.
“Let the boy get ya hard Brad while I finish gittin’ ‘em ready for ya.”
Brad undid his jeans once again and I bent over lower so I could take his dick in my mouth. It was another first for me, I’d never been with two men at once before, and I was really likin’ it. When Marc slipped one of his thick fingers inside me and started pokin’ around, Brad’s cock slipped further down my throat.
“Oh yeah, Brad, this pussy is ready for some dick but if ya wanna try tastin’ some pussy first, go for it.”
“I might just give it try”
Marc turned me round so my ass was now right in Brad’s face and Marc pulled out his cock for me to suck. At first it was a bit awkward havin’ another man back there feastin’ on my butt, but I got over it right quick. Brad was a natural, takin to boy pussy like he’d been doin’ it for years.
“Brad, listen to ‘em moanin’ over my cock. You must be doin’ a great job cuz he don’t do that fer me.”
Brad came up for air finally.
“Ok if I put my finger in ‘em?”
“Go right ahead. Give ‘em two or three, he can handle it.”
Brad slipped a couple wet fingers inside me and gave me a bit of a finger fuckin’. He was a bit rough at first but slowed down a bit when Marc coached him.
“Brad, slow yerself down there buddy, you gotta open ‘em up slow-like.”
Once Brad got it right, I was pantin’ and cravin’ for somethin’ bigger.
“He’s ready, Brad. I could see it in his eyes. Give ‘em your cock. He needs it, don’t ya boy?”
“Yessss please”, I begged.
Brad was quick to spit on his cock and stood behind me and pushed inside.
“Ohhh fuck, Marc! Oh my gosh! This pussy is fuckin’ amazin’! Feels so fuckin’ good on my cock.”
“Told ya, nothin’ better than my boy’s pussy. Go on, you can fuck ‘em as hard as you like.”
“I don’t wanna hurt ‘em, Marc.”
“Nah, the boy takes dick like a champ. I’m packin’ a bit more than you in that department, you ain’t gonna break ‘em.”
Well, now with permission to do me hard, Brad took hold of my hips and went to town on my ass, and at the same time, Marc fucked my skull. I was moanin’ and groanin’ louder than I’d ever done before.
The two men high-fived over me.
“Fuckin’ Grade-A pussy buddy! I ain’t never done Mollie like this!”
“Ain’t no woman who can take it like my boy can, and looks like he’s lovin’ taken dick from both ends, aren’t ya boy?”
“Ohhh yesssiiirrr!”, I concurred.
“Hey, you wanna try somethin’ I did once back in high school with one of my buddies?”, Marc asked Brad. “It was with a chick though, but I don’t see a difference.”
“I guess I’m up for anything, buddy, what you got in mind?”
“You ever share a pussy with another guy?”
“Hell no, bro! This is the first time I ever shared anyone with another guy. I don’t know if I wanna try that.”
“Dude, you gotta trust me on this. You think fuckin his pussy is good on its own, but sharing a hole takes it to a whole new level. You don’t know what yer missin’.”
“Well, I s’pose I can give it a try. Never thought I’d be fuckin’ boy pussy before and I really like it.”
“Hear that boy? You wanna try two man cocks in yer pussy?”
“Is it gonna hurt, Sir?”
“Maybe at first, I ain’t gonna lie, but once your pussy gets used to it you’re gonna love it. I promise ya, son. Don’t ya trust me?”
“Yessir.”
“Good boy, go fetch us some lube from the bedroom. Marc, spit ain’t gonna do the job for this.”
I ran to bring the tub of lube from the dresser drawer and both men were standin’ waitin’ for me with their hard cocks stadin’ straight out proud-like.
“I’m gonna sit on the sofa here”
Marc lived up his cock with more live than I’d ever seen ‘em do before.
“Ok son, come sit on my cock.”
I straddled the sofa with my feet on either side of Marc and lowered myself. Marc helped guide me until all of ‘em was up in me.
“Ok Brad, come closer and put yer cock over mine and try to press the head in, but put some on ya first.”
It sounded to me like Marc had done this more than once by the sound of his directin’ where things should go, but ain’t sayin’ nothin’. I just closed my eyes and I tensed up.
Marc placed his hand on my back and rubbed it.
“It’s gonna be fine there, boy. Just relax. I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to ya. Be a good boy and breathe out for me.”
When I pushed out a little and exhaled, the head of Brad’s prick broke through and I felt a bit of a sharp sting in my butt.
“Take it out!”, I cried. It hurt so much.
“Shhhhh, just breathe, son. Breathe through it, I got ya. I promise, just another minute and you’re gonna love it. Go ahead Brad, push in a little more, he can handle it.”
Brad pressed in a few more inches and the stretch was more than I ever could imagine.
“Owww, Sir! Please! Please!”
“Shhhh, you wanna be a good boy for me, don’t ya son? It’s almost over, just a little more. Go ahead, Brad, push all the way in now.”
“Ohhhhhh wooooowww, ooohhhh woooowwww!”, I cried.
“It’s ok, boy. It’s ok, you did it. I told ya. Just breathe. You’re doin’ great boy, makin’ me so proud. How ya feelin’ over there, Brad?”
“Buddy, I’m doin’ just amazin’. You were right about this. Feelin’ yer boy’s pussy so tight round our cocks is fuckin’ amazin’!”
“I told ya, didn’t I? Just let er sit there for a minute. You doin’ alright my boy?”
“Mmmhmmm, yessir!”
“Feelin’ good now, ain’t it boy? I told ya I did. Now you wait, yer gonna love this even more, I promise ya. Go on Brad, pull yerself right in back just a bit and push back in.”
On my gosh, did my eyes roll up in the back of my head when Brad kept doin’ that over and over again, building up more intensity every time.
Brad and Marc were hootin’, hollerin’, gruntin’, tearin’ my pussy right on up! I was also screechin’. Marc had me in a bear hug as the two men shared my loose pussy hole.
“Shit Marc! I’m ’bout ta shoot my nut in yer boy! I don’t know if I can hold it in much longer.”
“Go for it, buddy. Go head and fill ‘em up, cum in ‘em. He loves it don’t ya, boy?”
“Ohhhhh fuucckkk yessssssirrrr!”, I cried, feelin’ Brad’s cock swell up inside me, my own cock was leakin’ juices through my cage and jock the whole time, but it was Brad who had a full-on earth shattering’ mangasm first, crying out to the great Lord himself as I felt a hot rush of his goo fillin’ me up inside.
“Ohhhh fuuuccckkkk”, Brad cried. “Ohhhh, fuuuccckkk, I ain’t never cum like that in my life!”, Brad declared and his chest fell on my back.
“Good man, Brad! From what I felt down there you loaded my boy right on up. Now it’s my turn.”
Brad pulled his cock out of my pussy and took a whole lot of his jizz with ‘em. He slouched on the sofa, spent.
“Git up on yer hands and knees son so I can give ya a good ole layin’, and while yer at it, make sure ya take good care of cleanin’ off my buddy so his wife ain’t suspectin’ nuthin’”
“Yessir”
Marc usually had me makin’ sure I’d cleaned up his mess almost every time so I knew what it was he was askin’
I rolled over to my hands and knees and put my mouth over Brad’s shrinkin’ dick and tasted ‘em and me all over it. Marc put his dick back in me, grabbed my shoulders and it wasn’t long before I felt ‘em bustin’ up all in me.
Naturally, I twisted round again to get a Marc all cleaned up and squared away.
By the time I’d done it, my jock was soaked and I was feelin’ a little bad that I was the only one who hadn’t busted a nut.
“Hey Marc, you gonna let that poor boy shoot or what? He done right by us tonight, cookin’ and feedin’ us, then takin’ good care of us in a sexual way, I’d say he’s earned it.”
“Brad, nah, one thing you gotta learn is you gotta keep these soft boys eager. You let ‘em hit what they want and they git downright lazy. Gotta keep ‘em locked up and hungry. You saw fer yerself, didn’t ya?”
“I guess you know what yer doin’. I don’t know shit about what these soft boys need. Damn, I can’t even git Mollie right. Speakin’ of which, I better git my ass on home before she calls an APB on me. I told ‘er I’d be home before 9.”
“Yeah, ya better git on home then.”
As Brad was puttin’ his clothes back on, Marc offered me up to ‘em anytime.
“Don’t be a stranger now buddy. Anytime you git a little stressed from yer woman and need to get off, ya know where my boy is. He’d be glad to help ya anytime. Ain’t that right son?”
“Yessir”
“Good boy. Don’t ya need to be seein’ to the kitchen now, son? I’ll show Brad out.”
Marc never liked to leave dirty dishes in the sink always goin’ on about rodents and such. So I went and did ‘em. By the time I was done, Marc was already upstairs gittin’ ready for bed.
“Hey boy, ya wanna come to bed with me?”
“Yessir.”
Marc patted the bed and I crawled up next to ‘em. By that time the stain in my jock had dried right on up, but the ache in my balls was still drivin’ me a bit crazy.
Marc put his arm around me and pulled me close to ‘em so the hairs in his chest were ticklin’ my back.
“You made me proud tonight, boy. Git some rest.”
I felt Marc drift off into sleep and I felt myself melting into his embrace and the ache on my balls seemed to no longer matter. I told myself that Marc knew what was best for me, and I loved ‘em.
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