Rodney

Seducing Rodney at the instruction of Tony seemed to open up a whole new world to the previously introverted Rodney, who had seemed almost embarrassed at what a huge dick he had, which had always previously made me wonder if that was what had made him so shy.

That’s why I somehow thought I would be able to make Tony proud of me catching Rodney.  What I had no idea of was how much Rodney was going to turn me into the catch.

The shyness kind of remained, but the horniness underlying that shyness was ongoingly amazing.  If Tony was satan, Rodney quickly became the son of satan, running way ahead of me in leading every moment of my life.

My old world was gone, and the new world of living for sex was dragging me along with it, even though I was hardly an unwilling participant.

Rodney was as good with the cash as he was with the sex, both personal and public.  It almost seemed like he had been sitting around waiting for this opportunity.  His blossoming was amazing.

On the cash side, Rodney quickly expanded the amounts Tony had almost effortlessly been bringing in, and Tony encouraged Rodney and I to get a small house out of town.  It must have been an old ranch house, almost conveniently nestled in a small wash with a number of cottonwood trees around it, almost unnoticeable unless you really knew what you were looking for.  Rodney was also great at managing it, and quietly showing it off around others, who quickly seemed to understand that Rodney owned me, in every way possible.  But it was so hard not to proud of him showing that off, especially in public.

It quickly became way more than a home for the two of us, and Rodney was quick to sort out how to use it to expand the cash through sex, seemingly even more effortlessly than Tony had done.  I was almost always mostly just trying to catch up.

In terms of sex, Rodney was an amazing animal, seeming to try to catch up for lost time.  He quickly took over my entire schedule from Tony, inserting his amazing sex drive into the entire venture, shooting at least half a dozen times every single day, with me alone as well as with me and others, as he increasingly coached all of them along.  I never met anyone who wasn’t impressed at Rodney’s skill, as they increasingly begged him to join in, and increasingly tipped him, for the best sex they had ever imagined.

I was hardly the only one who was surprised at Rodney’s transformation, although to be fair he remained quite shy in general, and was more impressive than shocking to those who had thought they had noticed him before.

Brent and Elmer remained daily regulars, every morning.  Tony did his best to keep up, but Rodney made sure he shot in me more than Tony, every single day:  “his and my little secret” (even if the secret was increasingly not all that little, as Rodney also had me using a penis pump on his dick almost every day, as he quickly beat out almost every other guy in terms of size: in terms of sexual appetite, it was hard to imagine anyone else even coming close—with Rodney increasingly just laughing if anyone threatened to compete).

James continued to fuck me daily as well, even if Rodney increasingly also made sure James continued to lead the cuckolding of my birth dad.  John quickly developed into John and Gary, with increasing focus on turning Gary into Tony and Rodney’s first disciple.  And then there was Brett, Travis (often with Don), Paul, Doug, Ted and his crew, plus the second crew Ted introduced Rodney to, plus the college gang.  And there always seemed to be someone new he was so anxious to get in me.  His quiet sexy smile always instantly owned me.  I could never not comply.

I really thought I was going to pass out the first day Rodney succeeded in getting 20 loads into me, wherever he could get them.  I would feel so spent, but we continued to end each day with the best fuck I could ever imagine.  He had me.  And I was happy to submit.

The only thing that seemed to compete with the sex was Rodney’s drive to cash in on the whole thing.  Adding internet sex to the equation easily put him at over 2K per week, then 3, then more, and he was only going up from there, so it was little wonder he quickly bought in even more loyalty from Tony, and then from Gary.

The dude was a freak, with a seemingly insatiable desire to be an even bigger one. 

He’d fuck me at least once in the middle of every night.  If I didn’t wake up to him fucking me, I would happily get him there, taking a load before Brent and Elmer, before James, before Tony.  I’d always get another load before lunch, and one during (or for lunch, more likely), one in the afternoon, and at least one in the evening, before going to sleep with his huge dick where it belonged, deep in my cum-filled hole.

Rodney was almost shockingly meticulous.  Daily records.  Sex records.  Money records.  Size records.  Exercise records.  Photos.  So live streaming came almost effortlessly.

Rodney had me work his increasingly hot dick at least an hour every single day.  Before he had seemed to be shy about being so big.  Now he was quietly clearly proud, taking his time hanging around in the locker room, with his dick almost always the first thing to be exposed, and the last thing to be covered up, always after his shirt, and his socks.  He didn’t even seem to care when he occasionally went hard in front of others.

Damn.  His huge dangling dick was over 10” long, soft.  His shaft got thicker towards his huge dick head, with a huge piss slit on it, increasingly showing precum glistening as he let others watch, and often encouraged me to lick it off, especially when others watched, and while he squoze it to make sure anyone watching would see him feeding me.

I was like his pet dog.  I loved the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him.  And he never hesitated to make sure I let him know.  Fuck.  No matter who was plowing me, I always thought of Rodney.  I never thought I would manage it at the outset, but I learned to swallow him all the way to his pubes.  And his amazing low hanging balls.  Damn.  I loved how much cum those balls produced for me.  I loved the feeling of his massive soft dick head swelling in my throat.  I loved how much he loved showing off how much I wanted him (to Tony, to Gary, to random guys, even to my parents), no matter how many times I had been fucked on any given day.  I lost any ability to imagine falling to sleep without feeling his huge throbbing dickhead deep in my hole.  Damn.  I loved him so much.

And he still managed to come up with new surprises, even as he continued to seem so shy, and so nonchalant…