“Dad!”
Rian turned white and scrambled off the bed. “What do we do?” he whispered to me.
“Put your suit back on,” I whispered back. I pointed to my French doors that led to the outside deck. “Go outside, take the stairs off my deck and sneak out to the pool.” Rian jumped out of bed and pulled on the tiny spandex suit. He hurried out the doors.
I threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and headed downstairs. “Hey!” I said to my son giving him a hug. “You’re back a day early. How was the conference?”
Deacon dropped his bag next to the stairs. He looked tired. “Yeah, I just wasn’t feeling it. Tomorrow is just awards and recognitions anyway, so I thought I’d skip it.”
“Oh. Are you hungry? I was going to order pizza,” I said grabbing my phone off the table.
“Yeah! I’m starving,” he replied. “Why is Rian’s car here? Is he here?”
“Yeah. Pool,” I said pointing over my shoulder towards the pool.
“Figures,” Deacon said with an eye roll. He went out the patio doors to the pool. Rian was laying on a lounger with his sunglasses on. If Deacon would have been paying closer attention, he would have noticed Rian was a little out of breath.
“Hey loser,” Deacon said to him.
“Deac!” Rian said as he took off his sunglasses. “Bro, you’re back early.”
“Yeah, decided to leave early,” Deacon replied. “What’s up? Did you start hanging out with my dad because you missed me that much?” he laughed with a slap to Rian’s shoulder.
Rian looked at me with anxiety on his face. That’s when Deacon saw what Rian was wearing.
“Dude are you wearing a speedo?” he asked his best friend, snickering.
Rian forgot what he was wearing. He looked down. “Huh? Oh, yeah,” he said trying to sound nonchalant.
“Dude, when did you start wearing speedos?” Deacon has an eyebrow raised.
Rian was nervous. “I’ve had these for a while,” I lied.
“I’ve never seen them.”
“I don’t wear them much. I wanted to get a better tan, get rid of my board short tan. Do you like them?” he asked with a smirk?
Deacon gave him a crooked smile. “They’re a little... gay.”
“And that’s why I never wear them around you, because you’re a dick. Besides, I look hot.”
I could hear their conversation, and I was peeved that my son was being a dick to him. I walked outside to save Rian. “I have a suit just like that,” I said boldly. “Looks good on you, Rian.” I fist bumped him.
“See? Your dad approves,” Rian said smugly.
“That’s because he wears stuff like that all the time.” He turned to me. “Although, I don’t remember seeing you wear a pair like these.”
“I have a bunch of different kinds,” I said with a shrug.
“Only you, dad. Only you would wear something like that and not blink an eye.”
Rian laughed. “Duh, Deac. Who’s gonna give him shit? He can wear anything he wants. He’s a fucking trend setter.”
I laughed. “I’ll have you know they were given to me after I did an ad for Speedo with Tom Daley.” That was only half a lie. I got some from Speedo and some I bought myself. Speedo doesn’t go skimpy enough for a gay resort.
Rian sat up. “You know Tom Daley?”
“Yeah. I helped him rehab after an injury.” What I didn’t say was that I fucked him senseless while his husband watched.
Deacon rolled his eyes at Rian. “Dude, you know he knows everyone.
“Did you meet his husband?” Rian asked.
Oh, god did I ever. “Yeah. Nice guy.”
Deacon looked back at Rian and scanned him. He must have seen they made Rian look incredibly sexy. They accentuated his ripped quads and his tiny waist. Deacon tilted his head once back and forth. “I guess they look ok.”
“I can give you a pair, Deacon,” I said. Part of me was teasing him.
Surprisingly, Deacon looked at me and shrugged. “Fine. Leave a pair in my room,” he said as he walked back inside.
Rian and I looked at each other and silently tried not to laugh. We both shrugged. I turned and went back in the house. I heard Rian get up off the lounger and follow. Rian had found a new found confidence in the last five minutes. He actually strutted, proud of how he looked in a speedo.
Deacon was taking his bag to his room. I leaned in close to Rian and whispered, “Is your pussy leaking?”
Rian looked at me in shock and then looked around to make sure Deacon wasn’t around. “Dude,” he whispered. “Don’t say shit like that here.” He paused. “And yes, it’s leaking. I should have gotten in the pool.”
“Just don’t turn your back to him,” I said grinning. I handed him a bottle of water when I heard Deacon coming back downstairs.
“Thanks, Mark,” Rian said taking the bottle.
“Mark?” Deacon stated. “When did you start calling him Mark?”
Rian froze up. He was trying to think of something to say when I chimed in. “I told him to. He practically lives here. He shouldn’t have to be so formal.”
“Yeah. It’s not like I call him...dad or anything,” Rian said it as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow, like a taunt. He’d called me dad a half a dozen times while I was fucking him. I gave him a wide-eyed look that said not to say anymore.
Deacon looked at him strangely. “Yeeeah.” He looked at me and then back to Rian and shook his head. “You two are acting weird,” he said suspiciously.
“Well, I better get dressed and take off,” Rian said. He turned towards the bathroom with his gym bag of clothes he came with. I watched him walk away and that ass was in full display. It was so high and tight, plump. Then I saw Deacon watching him too. Deacon looked away and then back again at his best friend’s muscle butt. I raised an eyebrow. Hmm, I wonder what’s going on there?
Deacon stopped him abruptly. “Dude, I just got home. Stay and have some pizza.”
“Oh, um, I’m not hungry,” replied Rian.
Deacon looked at him surprised. “What? Dude YOU aren’t hungry?”
“I’m off carbs,” Rian sputtered out quickly.
Deacon tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “Dude, shut up. Look at you. You of all people can afford to eat a carb, Mr. 8% Body Fat. You can have one slice of pizza. And I need to tell you about this girl I met at the conference. Bro, she was so hot!”
I knew Deacon wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He was the leader of his group of friends and Rian did whatever he wanted him to.
“Yeah, stay for dinner,” I said to Rian. I was standing behind Deacon. I looked at Rian and silently nodded to Deacon. “Stay,” I mouthed to him. Rian looked at me with wide eyes. His face was pale, and he was fidgety. The look on his face was asking what the fuck was I doing?
Rian smiled. “Cool. I guess a slice won’t hurt.”
“Sweet,” Deacon said. “Come upstairs and I can fill you in while I unpack.” Rian followed him upstairs with his gym bag. He turned to look at me and winked.
Dinner was so awkward for Rian and me. We tried not to look each other in the eye. I’m sure we were both overblowing the situation and Deacon probably never even noticed, but I was relieved when Rian finally left that evening.
That night I must have jacked off three or four times thinking about the sex I had with Rian. He was the guy of my dreams. He was perfect. His body, his hair, his face, his personality, everything was perfect. I had finally found the fuck boy I’ve been looking for. It just sucked that we were going to be on the downlow. Deacon would blow a gasket if he found out. I should text Rian.
RIAN
I drove like a maniac to get home. When I got there, I went straight to my room, closed the door, pushed down my shorts, pulled the speedo waistband under my balls, and immediately started jacking off. I came so hard, I had to muffle my screams into a pillow. I lay there on my bed, catching my breath, my head spinning. I was in complete disarray.
I lay staring at the ceiling. “What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself out loud. I snapped the speedo back up over my softening cock; the head sticking out the top. As I thought about Mark, I ran my fingers on the soft spandex material over my dick. It felt good. I was getting hard again. Then I reached down between my legs. The crotch was wet and smelled of cum. I slid my finger under the material and touched my sore hole. I winced but it felt good.
I went over the events of the day in my head. I honestly hadn’t planned on going over to my best friend’s house and letting his dad fuck me. Four times! My idol and mentor fucked me and filled my ass with cum four times. And I liked it. Am I gay? Have I been in denial this whole time? Am I just a dumb jock who didn’t see the signs? Or am I just gay for Mark?
I went back in my memories as far back as I can remember. Thinking about my friendship with Deacon and how long I’ve known his dad. Looking back over just the last two years, the attention Mark gave me, the one-on-one time, the endless hours in the gym, it all made sense now. I thought it was respect, admiration, inspiration for him but deep down, I was crushing on him. How else can I explain how I flirted with him, flaunting my body, letting him fuck me. I wanted him to see my body. I wanted attention from him. I had dreams about him, sex dreams. I was in denial this whole time. This explained why I never could hold on to a girlfriend. I would rather spend time with Deacon and his dad than go out on a date. Now I know that he literally molded my body into what he wanted... fuck it, I’m gay.
My phone chimed a text message. It was Mark.
Mark: You ok?”
I stared down at the phone. Do I respond? I probably should.
I dunno.
Mark: Sorry about the close call.
It’s cool. You didn’t know Deac was coming home early.
Mark: We have to be more careful from now on, ok?
I swallowed hard, my heartbeat racing. Ok, this was going to be happening again.
From now on? I’m freaking out here.
Mark: It’s going to be fine. Act normal and Deacon won’t find out.
Normal? His dad just fucked the hell out of me all afternoon. How can I act normal?
Mark: Don’t be a little bitch about this, Rian.
I flinched at the sudden aggression. It was hot during sex but at this moment, it wasn’t helping. I shook my head and texted back with flirtatious sarcasm.
But I thought you wanted me to be your little bitch
Mark: Trust me. You are.
Mark, I don’t like lying to Deac.
Mark: Did you like what we did today?”
That’s not the point.
Mark: It is the point. You liked it and you want more, don’t you?”
Yeah.
Mark: Do you know what a fuck boy is, Rian?”
Yeah Mark, of course I know what a fuck boy is.
Mark: Let me tell you what MY version of a fuck boy is. My fuck boy comes when I call. He doesn’t give me any shit about it. I don’t care if he’s in the middle of English class; he comes running. He does what I tell him to without question. And he does not tell anyone. He’s good at keeping secrets. Got it...fuck boy?”
Do you have to keep calling me that?
Mark: WHAT THE FUCK? Are you giving me shit already, fuck boy?
I sat there staring at my phone. I was nervous as I thought about how I was going to handle all this. I loved what we did today. I mean, if I’m honest, it was probably the best day of my life. My idol, my mentor, the man of my dreams fucked me. I let a man fuck me. I think I’m in love with him and always have been.
I’m sorry.
Mark: Remember Rian when I was inside of you, your legs were over my shoulders, your arms wrapped around my neck, and you were kissing me while I fucked you?”
Of course I remembered. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Yes.
Mark: Do you want that again?”
Yes.
Mark: Tell me.
Tell you?
Mark: Tell me what you want from me.
I sat there. I sat there and trembled. I knew what I wanted. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to say it. I can’t say no to him.
I want you to fuck me.
Mark: Good boy. And?
And I want to be your fuck boy.
Mark: Good boy, Rian. Are you my good boy?”
My dick got so hard when I read that.
Yes, I’m your good boy. I’ll always be your good boy.
Mark: Yeah you are. It’s too late to turn back. Act normal and Deacon won’t find out. Understand?
Mark acted like he owned me. And he called me “fuck boy.” I didn’t think it was going to go this far. How was I going to be best friends with Deacon knowing that I’m his dad’s fuck boy.
Yes, Sir.
Mark: Good boy, Rian. Go to bed.
I set the phone down and then picked it back up.
Good night dad.
Mark: Remind me to fuck you extra hard for that.
I tossed the phone on the bed. I rubbed my temples with my fingers as I lay back down. I just kept asking myself what have I done? I was torn. I really liked what I did with Mark, but I love Deacon like a brother. Why did I let this happen? I should have stopped when I realized Mark was coming on to me. But I couldn’t help myself. Twenty-four hours ago Mark was a different person to me. He was this father figure, this mentor, always someone I could talk to. Now, he had changed. Suddenly, he’s fucking me and treating my like property, not a son. I worship him.
MARK
I had dreams all night of Rian. Long, sweaty sex dreams. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that boy again. I felt a twinge of guilt about Deacon finding out but then I remember the smooth, hard muscles of Rian’s body, his tight ass, his pink lips, and the guilt went away. The last year had been difficult watching this boy turn into a man before my eyes. He morphed into the type of guy I’ve been fucking for years. The difference was that I actually cared about Rian. The others were just about sex.
I tended to be a little possessive of my toys; even when I was a kid. As an adult, I had enough money and fame to afford to be as possessive as I wanted. I was obsessed with Rian. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was literally my creation. It was powerful to know that his body molded and shaped itself to my whims, to my plan. Sure, the other boys responded the same way, but Rian, there was something about him. I only noticed it in the last two years when his body began to take shape, but now, he was perfect, and he was only going to get better with age.
I wanted to give him some time to think but I needed to know how he was doing. I texted him at school.
I want to see you after school today.
Rian: Can’t.
Rian, remember what we talked about last night?
Rian: I know, but I have lacrosse practice. I just can’t skip practice.
Less than 24 hours and Rian was already disobeying me. But I wasn’t a total asshole. I know how important sports is to him, like it was for me at his age. But then I was also fucking around with the coach.
what about tomorrow?
Rian: What about Deac?
he has debate club and then a student council meeting until 8
Rian: are you sure it’s safe?
Let me worry about that. Don’t you want to spend time with me?
Rian: Yeah.
Skip school tomorrow and I’ll work from home.
Rian: Skip? Really?
Would you rather go to school or fuck all day?
Rian: Fuck. Definitely fuck.
Good boy, Rian. You’re my good little fuck boy.
Rian: Thanks dad. I’ll see you tomorrow.
That last text made me so hard. God, that boy was going to be the end of me. Fuck. I had to wait until tomorrow night to see him. I was so fucking horny. I wasn’t sure I could wait that long to get off.
I opened my schedule to see who I would be training that day. It was a Monday, a slow day. Just had a couple clients through out the day. The afternoon was free after 3:00. I went through my phone looking for the perfect guy to scratch my itch. Did I want to top or bottom today? Maybe today was a good day to bottom since I will be topping the fuck out of my muscle boy tomorrow. I realized who I was in the mood for: JT. So I texted him.
Hey
JT: Sup?
You free today around 3:30?
JT: For you I can be.
Sweet. I really need to get fucked, dude.
JT: Fuck yeah, bro. I’m down to fuck you. I’m always done to get some Stanford pussy.
Bro, my pussy is wet for it.
JT: You need me to bring anything?
Just your big dick, bro.
JT: Cool. I’m gonna bring you a little surprise I think you’re going to like, bro.
Bring it on.
JT: Your place? 3:30?
Yeah. Come out to the gym complex. You know what room.
JT: You know it. See you at 3:30.
I set the phone down with a grin. Good ole’ JT. He was always game for a good fuck. JT was an actual training client but was also a fuck buddy. JT Holeman was an NFL running back straight out of college. He was twenty-two, six-four, 220 pounds, five percent body fat, and a downlow ass fucker. He had muscles on top of muscles, and he was a verbal, rough, dominating motherfucker. He was a handsome shit too. Blonde hair and blue eyes, the camera loved him and so did the females. But he preferred the boys and in the downlow circles, he was the power top of choice.
JT had been over to my hidden sex room many times. He knew exactly where to go. At 3:15, I went to the sex room, stripped down, and waited for him in nothing but a black jock. I was so boned waiting that I thought I would bust. I hadn’t bottomed since the last time he fucked me and that was a couple of months ago. I didn’t bottom that often but sometimes I get that itch, and I need a guy like JT to scratch it.
I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find JT with a shit eating grin on his face, dressed in a pair of very tight, black, joggers that looked like they were painted on to his powerful ass and thighs. He also wore a gray Nike compression t-shirt that was a size too small. His hard biceps were stressing the seams of the shirt and a pair of white Nike Shox. He looked hot as fuck.
But, imagine my shock when another guy walked in right behind him. I was taken aback. I had strict rules about who knew about me and my extracurricular activities. I was not accustomed to random guys showing up for a play session. And he looked awfully familiar.
I looked at JT and he could see my anger was starting to surface. “JT?” I said through clenched teeth. I wanted to know who this was immediately. I wasn’t being nice about it either. I started toward the new guy.
JT put his hand on my shoulder. “Whoa, Mark, bro, it’s cool. He’s cool.” He knows my temper. He knew he was taking a chance.
The guy behind him was hot as fuck. He was shorter than JT, definitely younger. He was built like a gymnast with sleek, bulbous muscle everywhere. He was compact and tight. He was wearing very tight, faded jeans and a snug t-shirt that molded to his pillow-like chest muscles and his obscenely small waist. He was also wearing a pair of white Shox. The way he stood, he definitely knew he was hot. He exuded confidence. His blonde hair was short and messy. He had a square jaw with sexy stubble, and beautiful blue eyes.
The kid ignored my anger. “Fuck, it’s so great to meet you!” he said excitedly, holding his hand out to shake. “I can’t believe this is fucking happening. I’m a huge fan.”
I scowled at him. Hot or not, I was still mad. I ignored him and looked at JT with a furrowed brow. How dare he bring a stranger into my secret life.
“Mark, bro, this is Lockton,” JT said.
“You can call me Lock,” the kid interjected. He was still holding his hand out.
I still looked at JT waiting for a good explanation. “Huh?”
JT shook his head and smirked. “My baby BROTHER, Lockton. Remember, I’ve told you about him.”
I was confused. I thought back trying to recall that conversation. Then I remembered JT telling me his little brother was a gymnast at State. JT had said he was a hot little fucker and liked the boys as well. I recoiled with shock. I looked back and forth at them. How did I not see the resemblance at first?
“OH!” I looked at JT and raised my eyebrows. “Your little brother. Now I remember.” I looked at Lock and he smiled back. “Wow, your description didn’t do him justice.”
JT patted me on the shoulder. “Yeah. I thought you’d be ok with it. Lock’s a huge fan of yours, read all your books, buys your supps, follows you on social media,” JT explained. “Horny little fucker can’t get enough of you.”
“Is he my little surprise?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh fuck yeah he is.”
I was no stranger to all kinds of different dynamics when it came to sex with multiple people. When you’re rich and famous, anything goes. It’s all exposed to you at some point. Sex with family members wasn’t uncommon. I’ve been with brothers, twin brothers, dads and their sons. I’ve been to enough teen bodybuilding shows to know how easy it is to hook up with a dad and his competing son, or two brothers who are super fans of mine. I’ve done it all. I just never thought JT was into it. But then, he is a horny bastard. When you’re 22, in the NFL, hot as fuck, and gay, you tend to get into all kinds of trouble.
I shook Lock’s hand, and his eyes were on me like I was about to be devoured.
“I don’t always like surprises but this time I will definitely make an exception.” I looked at the kid and then winked. I looked at JT. “You told me he was into boys, but you didn’t tell me you were both into boys...together.”
JT smiled at his little brother but said to me, “There’s a lot of stuff you don’t know about me.”
“But you’re about to fucking find out the hard way,” Lock said to me. He reached out and smacked his palm against my chest. “Fucking look at you. Fuck, you are even hotter in person.”
JT chuckled at his littler brother’s bluntness.
Lock continued, “I’ve always wanted to cunt you, bro. I fucking love hot muscle daddies. When I found out my brother was boning you, I made him promise to get me into the action. Bro, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Ok, this cocky little shit was speaking my language. Nothing hotter than an overconfident muscle boy to get me hard.
I looked at the kid with a sexy smirk, and then to JT. “I see the arrogant, cocksure, attitude is hereditary.”
JT shrugged with a grin. “Little dude is a smaller version of me. I knew when you saw him that you’d give up that muscle pussy.”
I chuckled and said, “Not that I’m still angry, but what did I tell you about telling anyone about me?”
JT scoffed. “Bro, I tell my little bro everything. The family that fucks together...” he shrugged.
“JT says you like it rough.” He boldly massaged his hands on my shoulder and bicep like he was taking ownership. “I’ll fucking show you rough, cunt,” Lock said with serious eye contact.
“Fuck yeah, kid. I like you,” I grinned.
“Why don’t you get in that fucking sling.” JT said gruffly. He pulled off his shirt revealing a massive muscular work of art that was his body, his etched eight-pack abs, and his round plate-like pecs, the adonis-belt.
I watched Lock do the same. The kid was younger, but I still couldn’t tell how old. If JT was older and only 22, I would guess Lock to be 18 or so. His body was ripped, sinewy, smooth as silk. They both peeled off their pants as I was already climbing into the sling.
JT was slathering lube onto his cock as he stepped up between my legs. My feet were in the stirrups that raised my legs up and out. He leaned forward and kissed me. I sucked in his tongue and moaned into his mouth.
Lock stepped up to my side, his hands roaming all over my body, my abs, chest, and arms. “Fuck,” Lock uttered, mesmerized by my presence. “God, your fucking body. Can’t believe I’m going to fuck Mark Stanford.”
“Marky likes it hard and verbal, don’t you, you little bitch?” JT growled. I loved when he talked like that.
“Is there any other fucking way?” I answered. He slapped me across the face which made me moan. “Fuck yeah, you motherfucker. Bitch slap me.”
“Rough you up, while we cunt you. That shit makes your pussy squirt.”
Lock looked at his brother like he was a god. “Fuck yeah, JT. I love it when you talk like that. Wreck his pussy.”
JT grabbed hold of the chains attached at the seat, aimed his dick to my hole and pulled the sling towards him, impaling my ass on his huge, thick dick.
“Jesus fuck!” I screamed. Luckily, my sex room was soundproof. I could scream as loud as I wanted. JT’s dick slid straight through like a hot knife through butter. It still hurt since I hadn’t been boned in months.
“Holy shit!” Lock said with wide eyes. “His pussy swallowed you up, bro.”
JT threw his head back, his mouth open. “FUUUUCK!” He looked down at me. “Damn, Marky, I fucking love your muscle pussy.”
“Tight pussy?” Lock asked him excitedly.
JT guffawed and said, “Baby brother, you have no fucking idea.”
I groaned. “Fuck me, JT. Come on, big man. Bring it,” I taunted him, slapped my hands against his solid pecs. I needed his NFL sized dick to saw itself in and out of my tight ass. Sometimes it’s so fucking gratifying to let someone else take control for once. I need to be taken down a notch from time to time. I need to let go and let someone else drive.
I held onto the chains by my head and held on tight. My face was contorted with slight pain but lots of pleasure as his cock highly pressurized the inside of my ass. I felt so full.
Lock brought his face to mine and kissed me. He ran his fingers through my hair. The look on his face was one of complete fulfilment of a fantasy he’d harbored for years. Lock looked into my eyes and growled. “My big brother is rearranging your guts, bro.” My eyes rolled back in my head as I nodded my head. He continued, “JT talks about you all the time. He told me about all the times you begged him to fuck your bitch ass. He said you’re a fucking slut, dude. He said you are a fucking whore.”
I looked up at the ripped, jacked body of JT. He had a cocky grin on his handsome face. He nodded his head in agreement with his little brother.
“I told him how you love the young jocks” JT bragged as he continued to fuck me, rocking me back and forth onto his cock.
Lock laughed. “Yeah, you do like us boys, don’t you? He says you’re usually a top. I’d like to see that sometime. Hard to imagine though seeing you with your legs in the air and a dick in your pussy.” He looked up at JT and smirked. “JT, what do you think? Should we introduce him to my boys?”
JT grinned. “Fuck yeah, Lock.” He looked down at me. “Mark, have I got some muscle boy pussy for you.”
“Yeah, Mark. I got some bros who would love you to ride their muscle pussies. But your pussy is the only one I want right now. I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I want to shoot some boys up in you so bad.”
The verbal abuse was making my dick so hard it ached. This kid was a pro at fuck talk. But then he learned from the best. I was moaning and swearing as JT went ballistic in my hole. I stared up at Lock, bringing his head down for a kiss.
“You gonna gut me, kid?” I asked him, panting, my voice struggling.
“I’m gonna break my dick off inside of your pussy, you fucking cunt.” Oh shit! This butch little stud was hitting all my buttons.
JT suddenly pulled out of me leaving a void that I didn’t want vacant. “Get in there, Lock. He’s your cunt now,” JT snarled with a sneer. He gave me another smack on the face before moving aside for his little bro.
With no warning, Lock slid into me all the way to the root. He wasted no time in pummeling my hole. He lifted my legs out of the stirrups and placed them on his shoulders. He leaned down, my knees on my chest, and he kissed me feverishly. My shaved smooth, tan legs looked amazing sitting on his muscular shoulders.
“Oh fucking shit!” Lock groaned. “Fucking muscle pussy, bro.” He fist-bumped JT.
“Muscle pussy is the only pussy worth fucking,” JT said.
Lock was fucking at a steady pace. He looked down at me. “I got to have your muscle pussy, bro. Got to have it all the time.”
“Fuck yeah,” JT muttered over and over as my body was jerked back and forth with each thrust. “Fucking cock whore. Getting your cunt filled with boy cock. God, I love watching my little brother smash ass.”
All I could do was nod my head and groan. The kid’s cock was huge like his brother’s. He knew how to use it, even though he looked too young to know how to fuck ass this good. His brother taught him well. This kind of abuse could only be learned from a man like JT.
“Are you our muscle pussy, Marky?” JT taunted me.
“Yeah,” I muttered back,
“If only your hot as fuck kid could see you right know,” JT snickered. “Big, tough, famous, muscle daddy on his back in a fucking sling getting his guts ripped open by a fucking kid. You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you, you sick fuck.”
The thought never really entered my mind until that moment. But when it did, I saw glimpses of my son standing beside me, watching me get slam-fucked by Lock. Then I saw glimpses of JT standing behind Deacon, kissing his neck.
I nodded. “Uh huh... watching you fuck me,” I muttered.
“Fuck, you are a sick faggot.” Lock laughed before slapping me on the face. I nodded again in full agreement.
Then something amazing happened. JT stepped beside his brother, wrapped his arm around the kid’s waste. Lock continued to fuck me as he turned his head and met his brother is a full-on kiss. They made out as the kid fucked me. Lock broke the kiss.
“I fucking love you, JT.”
“I love you so much, little brother.”
They kissed again. That kiss sent me over the edge. My cock expanded and gushed a load of hot cum onto my chest and face. I could tell the kid was really turned on by his brother’s kiss because he thrust into me and released a torrent of cum while he trembled and shook. His roar muffled by his brother’s mouth. We both kept cumming, our bodies convulsing, muscles flexing. JT came to my side and jacked his beer can cock. He was stroking it hard. His eyes sparkled. He looked me in the eye.
“You know what I want to see? Love to see Deacon step up between your big, smooth, muscular, whore legs and fuck his dad like a pussy.” He grumbled on as he jacked harder and harder until he howled out, shooting cum all over my face. I opened my mouth and tried to catch as much as his muscle cum as I could. He slapped my face with his cock, sliding it into my mouth as I slurped the excess off the shiny head.
Lock slid out of me, my legs falling down as I tried to catch my breath. I sat up in the sling wiping cum from my face with the back of my hand.
“Damn, Mark,” JT said. “I know you’re mostly a top but when you put out, you put out, dude!”
“You got the Holeman Brother’s loads in you, daddy. Relish that shit,” Lock said.
The two brothers started searching for their clothes. I wasn’t any where near finished.
“Wait, is that it?” I asked the brothers.
JT stopped and looked at me, surprise on his face. “What, you want more?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ve got two gorgeous brothers here in my sex room. I want lots more.”
JT looked at his younger brother. Lock smirked. “Dude, you want more, I can give you more. When JT said you were a slut, I didn’t think you were a complete cunt too. I guess I was wrong.”
“I’m a big boy. I can take as much as you can give. You forget who I am, boy. I’m Mark fucking Stanford. If I want to bitch myself to dudes like you, you better believe it will be fucking epic.”
JT shrugged his shoulders. “Getting a chance to rail on Mark Stanford doesn’t happen as often as I’d like. I think we got to take it while we can, bro.”
Lockland gave me a cocky sneer. “Tell you what, Stanford. Any fucking time you want some muscle boy cock in that sweet pussy, you text me. Seriously, I’ll fucking ruin your pussy any time, anywhere.”
He made my dick hard again. I bit my bottom lip. Now, this was a surprise for real. I expected to get fucked today but now I had a beautiful muscle boy top who I could call anytime to own my pussy. He wasn’t as beautiful as my Rian, but Rian’s not a top.
“Tell YOU what, Lock. Anytime YOU want to wreck my pussy, you text me too. What are you 18? 19? I bet you’re dick is hard all the time.”
“I’m 19,” Lock said. “You wanna be my dad pussy, Mark? You want to be my on-call muscle pussy?”
I nodded. I looked at JT with a grin. “Damn, I like him.” I looked back at Lock. “You’re on. I’ll be your pussy to use up anytime you want.”
Lock did a fist pump. “Fuck yeah, dude. Mark Stanford is my bitch.”
JT laughed. He patted me on the leg. “How about you get up on this fuck bench and we can spit roast your hot pussy.”
I scrambled up out of the sling and over to the fuck bench, bent over it and stuck my muscle ass in the air.
“Do your damage,” I told them as I reached back and slapped my ass.
“I get his pussy,” Lock announced.
