Quinton during quarantine

While I would like to say the rest of the trip was as debaucherous as the first couple days, that wouldn't be true. My mom had planned a full calendar of events for us, between the barbeques and boat rides, it was hard enough to find time for the bathroom.

The morning we were leaving, my guys were loading up the car and I was doing one last check of the room, to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything. As I was about to walk out the door and head downstairs, my dad popped into the room closing the door slightly. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

"I don't regret what we did Mikey. I love you" He said to me pulling away.

"I love you too Dad." I said, catching my breath.

We made our way out to the car, Quinton putting his arm around me, as we said goodbye. We waved as we pulled out of the driveway. Tired from the full days of activities, Ryan and Quinton quickly fell asleep, leaving me to my thoughts for much of the drive home. It was only once I exited the freeway in our own neighborhood that they woke up.

Unloading the car was quick work with the three of working together like a well oiled machine. I told them, since they were able to sleep on the ride home, it was my turn. Normally I hate naps, but I was totally exhausted. So, I made my way upstairs and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I didn't realize just how tired I was, because when I opened my eyes, 3 hours had gone by. I groggily made my way down to the kitchen, hearing someone moving around in there. Quinton was dancing to the soft music playing from his phone while he made dinner. His perky ass shaking to the music. I leaned against the door frame and watched my sexy man move. He turned to grab something by the fridge and jumped a bit when he saw me.

"Damn baby, I didn't realize you were up, you scared me."

I just had to chuckle at that, my chuckle interrupted by his kiss. His tongue slipping between my lips and gently probing my mouth.

"You looked so sexy, I didn't want you to stop." I said as I pulled back.

He bit his lower lip and gave me that sexy smile, melting my heart as he always does.

"You like that huh?" He said cheekily, turning around, seductively swinging his hips.

"MMMMM" I growled loudly as I watched his sexy ass move.

When he was facing me again, he grabbed my hand and spun me around with his arm in front of me, and my back pressed into his chest. I could feel his cock extending across my ass cheek as he held me tight. I pressed my ass back harder, as he started to move his hips again, only this time he wasn't dancing.

"You like how I move my hips baby?" He whispered in my ear?

"Yes..." I gasped as he intensified his grinding.

He released me, but as I was turning to face him, he pushed against the counter pinning me in place. I heard him grab something, but wasn't sure what it was. This position reminded me of when I fucked my brother. As quickly as that picture came to my mind, it was pushed out by Quinton's hand pushing my shorts down.

I glanced back over my shoulder and saw his cock, glistening from whatever he'd lubed it with, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. He always hurt at first, given his size and girth, but I loved every second of him inside me.

I grit my teeth as his blunt head popped into my pucker. He didn't stop when the head popped in, he kept a slow and steady march. Inch by excruciating inch, he buried himself inside me.

My breath ragged from the temporary pain. I could barely get out my moans of encouragement.

"Fuck baby, I love how good you hurt..." I moaned.

He answered my moan but pulling almost all the way out of me, and slamming back in. He repeated that move several times, while his hands roamed my back and sides, caressing my body with a sensual gentleness.

"Baby, you feel so good." He grunted as he fucked me.

Now that the pain was starting to give way to absolute pleasure I was meeting his thrusts, and riding back on him. Milking his cock with my ass, trying to work a big load from his balls.

"Fuck me Quin, god...please fuck me." I cried out.

Our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, our skin loudly clapping together. We didn't notice or care if the windows were open. I was lost in the feelings that I was having, as he fucked me. I loved this man. He felt so perfect inside me.

As if reading my mind, "I love you so much Mikey."

Quinton started to get ragged in his thrusts, which means he's getting close. So, I started working my ass back on his cock, massaging it with my ass. His hands moved from my sides to my hips and he's slamming into me. His grunts echoing through the house.

"Baby, here it comes." He says, breathlessly.

"Yeah Quin, cum in me." I said, encouraging him.

He crashed into my body, collapsing across my back as his cock throbbed and twitched inside me. His load flooding my guts, filling me with the warmth I loved feeling from him. He pulled himself up off my back, as his now limp cock slipped from my battered hole.

Before I could turn, hands slid up my back, keeping me pinned. As I was about to turn, I felt a hard cock slide inside me. Lubed with Quinton's load, it was almost all the way inside me before I felt that familiar stretch that I knew so well.

"God damn, I'll never get used to how thick you are Ryan." I said as his girth caused me discomfort.

"You love it, and you know it Mikey." He said back, thrusting deeper for emphasis.

I let out an involuntary, guttural moan in response to the thrust. He was right, I couldn't ever say no to him. I was in love with both these men. Ryan was rough this time though, he was hammering into me like a man on a mission. With my ass full of Quinton's cum, he cock met no resistance.

"Fuck I needed you so bad..." Ryan said as he fucked me.

"Yeah? You miss my ass baby?" I asked teasingly.

"Whenever I'm not in it Mikey." He said back.

I was once again reduced to a string of unintelligible moans and grunts while he rode my ass like a bull. I'm not sure if it was the position we were in, the fact that he was being so dominant, or that I'd already taken Quinton but his cock was hitting my prostate like a bullseye.

It was only a minute or two before I was whimper, covered in goosebumps, and feeling electric. Waves of hot pleasure were coursing through my body. I was crying out so loud, that Quinton came into the kitchen and pulled me up from my prone position and started kissing me.

"Baby, the whole neighborhood can hear you." He said with a deep chuckle.

As soon as I looked into his beautiful eyes, my cock shot off like a rocket. Cum reached the collar of his shirt, rope after rope of it coating him. My body wracked in pleasure, my mouth open in a silent scream.

I can only imagine what Ryan's cock was feeling, because from my side it felt like my ass just vacuum sealed it.

"JESUS" Ryan called out as my ass clamped down on his cock.

He didn't get another word out, before his grunts were matching mine and I could feel him cumming deep inside me. His body pressing against mine, pressing me into Quinton and his now cum soaked shirt.

"I love you both" I whispered.

Ryan's cock slipped from my now wrecked ass. I turned around gingerly, kissing him deeply. After pulling away from our kiss, Quinton and Ryan kissed.

"I went and got some pizza for us, for dinner." Ryan said, breaking us out of our post sex haze. "It might be cold now though..." He said.

We all started laughing at that. I thought about getting cleaned up, I was covered and filled with cum but I decided I didn't care.

The next morning, when I woke up, there was a note from Ryan and Quinton - one of the neighbor ladies had asked them to help her with some yard work and they had to run to the local home improvement store before they could get started. They said I should sleep in and could join them when I woke up.

I slowly made my way into the bathroom and did my morning business, realizing that I still wreaked like sex from the night before. I figured that I would be able to clean myself up later.

I made my way down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, which I definitely needed today. I hadn't taken two sips of my coffee and I heard a key in the door. I assumed they'd stopped back home either for me, or because they'd forgotten something. The door swings open and there stands my father, in his uniform.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, probably sounding less welcoming than he'd imagined.

"I texted you earlier, I got called down to the capital for training." He said back.

It was at that point that I realized I hadn't even looked at my phone this morning.

"I'm sorry Dad, I haven't looked at my phone." I said setting down my cup and giving him a hug.

As I hugged him his hands went down to my ass, squeezing it hard.

"Daddy..." I started to say, before his mouth attacked mine, he grabbed my hand and slid it down to his cock, which was throbbing.

I knew that my ass couldn't handle his fat cock after taking both Ryan and Quinton last night, so I dropped to my knees and undid his pants. His fat, daddy cock slapped me in the face, spilling precum on my cheek. I pulled back and sucked the head into my mouth, licking the precum off the head.

"Fuck boy, your mouth is so good." My dad moaned above me.

I plunged down the shaft, teasing him with my tongue as I did. My hands gripped his ass pulling him deeper into my mouth. His hairy balls slapping my chin as he seesawed in and out of my mouth. I looked up at my dad, he was staring down at me, his eyes hungry.

"Mikey, I'm getting close." He said in a gravelly, husky voice.

I closed my eyes and plunged down his fat shaft again. He grabbed the sides of my head, steadying the pace of my sucking. I could feel his hands shaking as he pushed me back.

"FUCK..." He called out as his cock slipped from my lips and his load slashed across my up-turned face with force. The second jet of cum, just as powerful, landed across the bridge of my nose. I caught his cock in my mouth, and was able to capture and swallow the rest of his load.

While still on my knees, covered in my father's load, I heard the front door open, "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I hear echo through the kitchen.

I turn and look, seeing Ryan standing there, with a shocked expression, but his eyes weren't on me, they weren't on my father's face, but on his slowly wilting cock.

"Ryan..." My dad said, as Ryan continued into the kitchen.

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