Officially, Rex and I became boyfriends. We were both okay with the 11-year age gap between us. His maturity was exactly what I craved in a partner—it made everything smoother and kept me steady. Also, Dad and Malik accepted my relationship with Rex and gave me nothing short of a warm embrace. They were thrilled for us, their enthusiasm shining through in their smiles and their words. “We’ve always wanted you to be happy, kiddo,” Dad had said, his voice deep and tender, one hand resting on my shoulder. “And seeing you two together, it’s like everything’s fallen into place.” Malik, ever the playful charmer, had grinned and added, “Just don’t hog him all to yourself, yeah? I’m still planning to steal him for some fun now and then.” His teasing wink had us all laughing, the kind of easy, comfortable laughter that only comes when a bond is unshakable.
Rex started to spend a lot more time with us than before. Our usual fun didn’t skip a beat. In fact, it felt like it got even better. The chemistry between the four of us was electric, a constant hum of desire and affection that threaded through every interaction. Whether it was a spontaneous group sex in the living room after dinner, or a lazy Sunday morning spent tangled in sheets, we flowed together effortlessly. Rex fit into our dynamic like he’d always been there, his presence amplifying the love and lust that already pulsed between us.
After a couple of months, Rex’s lease at his apartment ended. Dad suggested he move in with us, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. “We’ve got the space,” Dad had said, his tone casual but his eyes glinting with mischief. “And honestly, it’s about time we needed another pair of hands around here.” Rex had hesitated at first; his independence was a hard habit to break. But with a little persuasion—okay, a lot of persuasion—he finally agreed. “Alright, alright,” he’d said, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’re a persuasive bunch, you know that?”
He officially moved his things into the spare room, but it wasn’t long before his presence was everywhere. Some nights, he’d be in my bed, our limbs tangled together as we whispered sweet things in the dark. Other nights, I’d find him in dad’s room, his deep laughter mingling with dad and Malik’s as they shared stories or, more often than not, something far more intimate. It wasn’t jealousy I felt in those moments—it was gratitude. Gratitude that my boyfriend, my dad, and my stepdad could share something so special, something so deeply intertwined with who we all were.
Our bond only grew stronger after Rex moved in. The walls between us seemed to dissolve, leaving nothing but trust and openness. We talked about it one night, the four of us sprawled out in the living room after a particularly eventful evening. “No secrets,” Malik had declared, his voice firm but his eyes soft. “If you want something, if you need something, you say it. We’re a team now, and teams don’t hide things from each other.” The rule was simple: inside the house, anything goes. If someone wanted to step outside and have sex with someone else, we’d all have to agree. It was a system that worked, a testament to the respect and care we all had for one another.
We all got a good handle on each other’s sexual cravings—I could hold off cumming for days when busy with work, but Rex needed to get off every single day. When work kept me tied up, Malik and dad happily took care of Rex’s constant urges. Also, some nights, Rex would crash in dad’s bed, giving him a wild fuck, while Malik slipped into my bed, taking Rex’s place with his own eager heat. Dad and I would switch partners now and then, enjoying Malik or Rex whenever we felt like it, keeping our home buzzing with love and lust.
Sunday became our relaxing day, the one time a week when we could all be together without the distractions of our work or busy jobs. “Family fun,” dad had called it. And oh, did we have fun? Yes, on Sundays, our bodies were moving together, a symphony of moans and gasps, each of us taking and giving in equal pleasure. Sundays were messy and loud, and they were perfect Sundays with unstoppable foursomes.
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However, it wasn’t just the big moments that strengthened our bond. It was the little spontaneous ones, too. Like the time I came home from work in the evening to find dad riding Rex on my bed. Malik was not at home that day.
That day, work had drained me dry, leaving me sore and ready to crash, but all that faded the second I got home that evening. Malik was out, probably stuck at the office, so I thought I’d have the place to myself. Nope, I nudged my bedroom door open, and there they were: dad riding Rex on my bed like a damn bull rider. The air hit me hard—thick with sweat, sex, and that raw musky scent we all carried (no deodorant allowed in our house). Their bodies were slick with sweat, gleaming under the light, dad’s ass bouncing fast on Rex’s thick cock, cheeks spreading wide with every drop. Rex’s dark hands gripped dad’s hips, thrusting up hard, his muscles rippling, his muscular frame dripping with sweat. The bed creaked loud, springs straining, and dad’s moans were deep and rough. He was lost in the act. My knees buckled, my cock jumping to life in my jeans, hard and leaking just from watching them.
Rex caught me in the doorway, flashing a filthy grin, his voice husky as hell. “Don’t just stand there, my man. Get over here.” I didn’t hesitate. I stripped my shirt off and kicked my jeans and underwear away, my dick springing free, already hard and rigid. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Rex’s face, my ass right over his mouth. His breath hit me first, hot and damp, then his tongue plunged into my hole, licking around the rim, sucking hard. “Fuck, your ass is fucking delicious babe..” he growled, hands spreading my cheeks, tongue digging deeper, spit slicking me up. I moaned, “Eat it, Rex, Ohhhh.. fuck,” gripping the headboard as he worked me. Dad kept riding Rex’s cock, his hairy ass slamming down, sweat pouring off his body. “Shit, this dick’s tearing me up,” dad grunted, hips rolling to take it all. But then dad lifted his arms and cupped them behind his head, exposing his sweaty hairy pit, musky as hell from the day’s work and riding Rex.
“Get in here kiddo,” he said, and I dove into his armpit, tongue lapping at the sweaty hair, sucking the raw taste of him while Rex kept eating my hole. “Damn, dad, your pits are rank,” I groaned, loving every salty lick, my cock throbbing harder. Dad chuckled, “You love it, ahh, you little pig,” and I leaned over to sniff his other pit, licking it slowly, moaning into his pit hair.
The heat was wild—Rex’s tongue in my ass, dad’s moans, and that pit musk filling my nose had me shaking. Dad’s eyes locked with mine, dark and horny, and he asked, “Kiddo, wanna switch?” I nodded while smirking. I knew what was coming next. I slid off Rex’s face, my hole wet and buzzing from his spit. Dad lifted off Rex’s cock, a slick sound as it popped free, and I took his spot, lowering myself onto Rex's 8-inch manhood, feeling it stretch me wide, slow and deep. “Fuck, it’s huge,” I hissed, my hole gripping it as I sank down, full to the brim.
Dad’s hands grabbed my hips, guiding me, his sweaty fingers digging in. “Fuck, you take him like a pro, good boy,” he muttered, voice rough, pushing me to bounce harder. Then, Rex shifted his arms to expose his sweaty pits, and dad, without any hesitation, buried his face in Rex's left pit, sniffing deep. “Shit Rex, your stink’s unreal,” licking the sweaty hair slow and sloppy. Dad kept licking Rex's pit sweat, “Fuck yeah, lick it old man.” Dad was moaning and fully enjoying that stink. Then, using his right hand, Rex pushed dad's head into his left pit. “Smell it deep, you fucker.” We kept at it, our sweaty bodies tangled, pits and holes, every thrust and lick pulling us deeper into the mess.
Rex went all in, pounding up into me with relentless force, his thick cock driving deep in a rhythm that had me floating on pure ecstasy. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside my hole. “Take that dick, you little fuck.” He snarled, hands clamping my hips, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucked me relentlessly. Each thrust hit deep, making my body shake. My ass cheeks bounced, the bed creaking loud, his musky scent flooding my senses as he pounded me raw, stretching me to the limit.
Rex is a sweet, gentle guy, but in bed, he’s a fucking beast, swearing like a sailor and calling us dirty names—slut, fucker, bitch, you name it. I love his wild energy and the raw animalistic sex beast he unleashes, pounding us with that primal hunger.
Rex was relentless—he fucked us senseless that night, flipping us around like ragdolls, his big cock owning us. He shoved me off his lap, then bending me over the bed, doggy-style, my hands fisting the sheets. “Take this dick, you slut,” he growled, slamming into me hard. His thick manhood stretched my hole wide, balls slapping my ass loud and wet. The bed rocked, banging the wall, and I moaned, “Fuck, Rex, pound me hard!” He gripped my hips tight, his sweat dripping hot and sticky onto my back, fucking me deep ‘til my ass cheeks quivered with every thrust.
Between thrusts, Rex raised his arms, muscles flexing, and I turned my head, catching the raw musky scent of his hairy pits wafting over me. The potent, masculine aroma hit me hard. It was pure and overwhelming, sending my senses into a frenzy, my cock throbbing with desire. Dad seized the moment, burying his nose in Rex’s sweat-soaked pits again, inhaling deeply, his tongue lapping the damp curls with fervour, savouring the primal tang. Simultaneously, dad’s fingers teased Rex’s sensitive nipples, pinching and twisting, amplifying Rex’s pleasure to a maximum pitch. His moans resonated as he pounded my hairy hole hard and deep. The musky haze enveloped us, sweat dripping from Rex’s body, mingling with the room’s thick stench of sex, intensifying the wild lustful heat that bound us.
After a while Rex pulled out his cock, my hole gaping, and his sweaty body turned to dad. “Your turn, old man,” he said, commanding dad to lay on his back, legs up high. He spread dad’s thighs, exposing that hairy hole, and slammed his cock in deep, balls smacking dad’s ass with every thrust. “You love this big black cock, huh?” Rex taunted, grinning as he fucked dad's ass rhythmically, sweat pouring off him. Dad groaned, “Fuck yeah man, give it to me raw! Fuck me deep..”
When dad growled, “Fuck me DEEP,” Rex’s eyes flashed with hunger. He gripped dad’s thighs hard and slammed his thick cock into dad’s hairy ass with full force, stretching him wide. Dad screamed, a raw guttural sound that echoed through the room, then gasped, “Fuck, yeah, that’s how I love it,” his voice dripping with lust as he craved for more. Rex didn’t let up, he pounded dad with at least 10 powerful thrusts, each one shaking the bed, his balls slapping loud against dad’s ass, sweat dripping from his brow onto dad’s body. “Take it, you greedy fuck,” After each thrust, dad released a loud scream echoing through the room. Then Rex settled back into his relentless rhythm while his musky pit stink filled the air as he fucked dad's ass raw. Dad’s moans mixed with the wet sounds of their bodies like a symphony.
I stood there, stroking my cock slow and steady, edging myself as I watched Rex slam into dad’s ass, the bed creaking under their sweaty grind. Rex caught my eyes, flashing a wicked grin, and cupped a hand behind his head, exposing his dripping, musky pit. He knew how much I craved his raw scent. I dove in, burying my face in his hairy armpit, licking the salty primal sweat. My tongue was lapping up his musky stink as it drove me wild, all while he kept pounding dad’s ass with relentless rhythem.
I pulled back for a second, gasping, “You smell damn good, Rex, this is what I love about you.” Rex grinned, his cock still deep in dad, and asked, “Do you love me or my musk?” I laughed, “Both, you fucker..” I laughed and dove back into his pit, savouring the raw manly musk while my cock was throbbing harder with every lick.
The room felt like a sauna, heavy with the musky stench of our sweat and leaking cocks. We were dripping buckets of sweat, and our bodies slicked with heat. Rex pulled out of dad’s ass, his thick cock glistening and still rock-hard. He turned to me, eyes burning with that beastly hunger I loved, and he growled, “Hun, your turn again.” Before I could catch my breath, he shoved me flat on my stomach, pinning me to the mattress with his sweaty, chiselled weight. “Gonna fuck you flat,” he whispered into my ears, slamming his 8-inch cock back into my hole, stretching me wide and making my toes curl. His thrusts were relentless, pounding me into the bed, his sweaty chest pressed tight against my back, hot and slick. His breath scorched my neck as he grunted, “Take it, you little fuck.”
Our sweat soaked through the bedsheet. Rex leaned down and turned my head. His lips crashed into mine, kissing me sloppy and deep while his cock kept drilling me, french kissing my mouth in time with his thrusts. Dad, sprawled beside us, watched with a grin. His voice was rough, “Kiddo, you take your boyfriend damn good. It’s so fucking hot watching him wreck you.” Rex pulled back from the kiss, smirking at dad, “You like seeing your son’s ass getting destroyed?” Dad’s eyes glinted, “Fuck yeah man,” and those words lit a fire in Rex—he sped up, his thrusts harder, faster, each one slamming me deeper into the mattress, my hole aching and pulsing around him.
The dirty talk pushed Rex into overdrive, but he wasn’t done with us yet. Then, both dad and I slid off the bed, hitting the floor on all fours, side by side in doggy style, our asses up and ready, slick with sweat. The room was a haze of musk, sex, and dripping bodies. Rex stood behind us, his cock throbbing, and laughed, “Look at those wet, sloppy asses, you fucking sluts.” Dad shot back, “You made us your sluts tonight, Rex—give our asses what they want, we ain’t done yet.” Rex didn’t need more invitations. He lined up behind dad first, slamming his cock into his hairy hole, fucking him hard for two or three minutes. “Fuck, pound my hole, you bastard!” Dad’s moans grew loud and raw. Then Rex pulled out, switched to me, and drove his dick deep, stretching my hole again, thrusting steadily. His balls slapped my ass as I groaned, “Shit, Rex, give it to me!” He kept swapping like that, back and forth, two or three minutes in dad’s ass, then in mine, over and over. Our bodies were drenched, and sweat was pouring off us, pooling on the floor. Each switch had us gasping, our holes sloppy and open. That night, Rex dominated us both, his grunts blending with the wet slap of skin on skin like a symphony.
We were a sweaty, fucked-out mess, and Rex was close to blowing. After one last round in my ass, he pulled out, his cock slick with our mess, veins pulsing as he stood over us. “Open your mouths, you horny fucks,” he barked, jerking his dick fast, sweat dripping from his hairy pits and his muscular chest, that primal scent hitting me hard. Dad and I scrambled to our knees, side by side, mouths wide open, ready to catch his load. With a loud “Fuuuucccckkkk!” Rex came, unloading thick, hot ropes of cum across our faces, splattering my cheeks, hitting dad’s lips, dripping down his chin in sticky streams. We didn’t hesitate—dad leaned over, licking the cum off my face, his tongue sloppy and greedy, and I returned the favour, sucking it off his lips, tasting Rex’s salty delicious load.
“Fuck, that’s fucking incredible,” I murmured, a grin spreading on my face as dad said, “Finest cum you’ll taste.” The room reeked of sweat, musk, and raw sex, our bodies drenched and exhausted, skin glistening in the dim light. Yet that moment—our tongues mingling Rex’s thick, salty load, swapping it slowly, savouring the taste—forged our bond deeper, exactly as we craved.
We dove into one last round of pit play, taking turns sniffing and licking each other’s hairy rank armpits. I started on Rex’s primal pit drenched in sweat, sucking the salty stink, groaning, “Fuck babe, you’re ripe.” Dad lapped at my sweaty pit, muttering, “Damn, kiddo, this is fucking good, you smell like a real man.” Rex buried his nose in dad’s, growling, “Shit, you smell fucking good old man.” We kept rotating, tongues and noses in every pit, loving every musky whiff.
Then we collapsed on the bed, sheets soaked with our sweat. Dad sprawled out, hands cupped behind his head, his hairy pits exposed, cock throbbing. “Suck me off, you horny fucks,” he growled. Rex and I dove in, taking turns on dad’s fat dick, our lips sliding over the slick head, tongues lapping precum. Our mouths met at his cockhead, spit mixing, and we stole a quick, sloppy kiss, tongues tangling before diving back. Dad moaned, “Fuck, two horny mouths—keep going,” loving the show. After about ten minutes of sucking, Rex switched to dad’s musky balls, sucking them deep, while I jerked dad’s cock fast. “Shit, I’m cumming,” dad roared, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest. Rex and I licked it up together, tongues scooping the salty load, then kissed deep, swapping dad’s cum, our sweaty bodies pressed tight, sealing our lustful bond.
Now it was my turn to blow. I laid back on the soaked sheets, cock throbbing, and Rex and dad dove in, their mouths attacking my dick like hungry beasts. Rex sucked the head, tongue swirling my slit, while dad licked the shaft. Their joint sucking sent shivers up my spine, and my moans were loud and shaky. “Fuck, you guys are sooo good,” I gasped, relaxing into their wet, sloppy rhythm. After a solid suck, Rex pulled off, grinning, “Babe, I want you to shoot your load onto our pits.” Dad nodded, eyes glinting, “That's a fucking good idea.”
They laid themselves on the bed, side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder, Rex raising his right arm and dad raising his left arm. Their hairy pits, dripping with sweat, were so close to each other, and the damp hairs nearly tangled, reeking of raw man stink. I straddled their sweaty chests, legs spread, my cock hovering over their pits as they inhaled each other’s rank pit scent. Rex muttered, “Fuck, you’re ripe, your aroma is damn good, old man..” and dad groaned, “Rex, Your smell is intoxicating, fucker..”
I jerked my cock fast. The sight of Rex and dad lying side by side, their hairy pits raised high, dripping with musky sweat, was fucking unreal. They stayed there, arms up, pit hairs so close they nearly tangled, inhaling each other’s primal stink with greedy sniffs, eyes locked on me, waiting for my load—Fuck, it was so damn hot, and it pushed me right to the edge.
Moaning so loudly, I shot thick ropes of cum onto their pits, splattering the sweaty pit hair with a guttural, “Fuucckk..” Then, Rex leaned over, licking my load from dad’s pit, tongue scooping the salty mess. And dad did the same, savouring my cum from Rex’s hairy pit, both moaning, “Damn, that’s fucking tasty.” Then, Rex finished it off, sucking my cock again, milking every last drop of cum, his lips tight as I shuddered, our filthy bond sealed in sweat and seed.
We laid there, our skins pressed close, the heat lingering. Dad ruffled my hair, his hand slick with sweat. “Love how you take his cock, kiddo,” his voice soft but proud. Rex smirked, “Both of you—fucking perfect holes and pits.” I laughed, “Right back at you, asshole—your stink’s a weapon.” It wasn’t just the wild foursomes that kept us tight—it was these messy sweaty moments, losing ourselves in each other, pits and cocks and cum binding us. That night locked us in deeper, our bond sealed in every lick, thrust, and sweaty sniff—a filthy, primal thing we’d carry ‘til next time.
