One night after a steamy group fuck, we were sprawled across the living room like a pile of spent, sweaty animals: Dad on the couch with his legs still half-spread, Rex stretched out on the rug, Malik leaning against the coffee table, and me curled up on the floor with my head on Rex’s thigh. Cum was drying on our bodies, the air thick with musk and sex. Out of nowhere, Malik grinned and said, “So, real talk: who’s the undisputed champ at what in this house?”
Dad laughed first, wiping sweat from his brow. “Bottoming? Hands down, it’s me, boys. I’ve been taking dick since before half of you were born. Any size, any angle, any speed; my hole just opens up and says ‘welcome home.’” He laughed and flexed his hips lazily, making his spent cock flop against his belly. “I know Malik and kiddo love getting fucked, and they are also expert bottoms, but nobody milks a cock or rides it as you do, old man” Rex admitted. Malik raised his hands in mock surrender. “Guilty, your ass is a damn legend, babe.” Dad’s hole had years of experience that made it legendary; he could take any cock or dildo we threw at him. And he also loves topping every one of us when the mood strikes, but bottoming is where he truly reigned supreme.
The topping crown went straight to Rex without him even opening his mouth. Dad and Malik both groaned in agreement and pointed at that thick, half-hard 8-inch black beast resting on Rex’s thigh. Dad and Malik are completely addicted to Rex’s cock; they live for the way it stretches them wide, hammers their prostates, and leaves them gaping and leaking. Dad reached over and gave it a playful slap. “This thick monster ruins us every damn time,” dad said. Malik nodded hard. “Nobody owns a hole like Rex does.” Rex just smirked, letting them hand him the title. I stayed quiet, secretly loving both sides of him: the nights he fucked me slow and deep in our bed, whispering sweet romantic things while we made love as romantic partners, and also the nights he turned full savage, pinning me down and pounding me until I saw stars.
The rimming debate didn’t even need discussion. “Malik,” we all said at once. He threw his head back and laughed. “What can I say? I was born to eat ass. I’ll bury my tongue so deep you’ll feel it in your throat.” Rex laughed and said, “Facts.. you rim like you’re starving and the hole’s your last meal.” Dad playfully added, “I love eating ass, Rex and kiddo love it too, but Malik? Your tongue should be registered as a nuclear weapon, and your rimming skills.”
Then all three turned to me, grinning like devils. Rex ruffled my hair. “And cock-sucking champion of the house? Easy. Our boy right here.” Dad and Malik nodded proudly. Malik looked at my face and added, “Kiddo takes dick down his throat like it’s his job. Deep, sloppy, no gag, eyes watering, begging for the load.. perfection.” Then he leaned in and kissed my lips. “Proud of you, kiddo. Nobody worships cock like you do.” We all cracked up, sweaty, sticky, and stupidly happy; just four cock-hungry men crowning each other’s best skills in our no-limits family.
In our house, the lines between dad, stepdad, boyfriend, and lover blurred into one unbreakable, cum-soaked bond. Age gaps, blood ties, and wedding rings meant nothing once clothes hit the floor; we were simply four horny men who belonged to each other completely. Roles flipped in a heartbeat: Dad could be the greediest bottom one night and the ruthless top the next, Rex could wreck us all or beg to be wrecked, Malik could rim and devour our holes or offer his own to get fuked, and I could swallow cocks or open my hungry hole wide for every cock. Love, lust, and trust ran so deep that jealousy never existed; only pride in watching the men we cared for get pleasured exactly how they wanted. That was our family: no limits, no shame, just raw devotion sealed in sex, sweat, spit, and seed.
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It was a weekday, and Malik and I were stuck working from home, glued to our laptops in our separate rooms, grinding through reports and emails. The house was quiet, the hum of our no-limits dynamic simmering beneath the surface, even without Rex (my chiselled dominant boyfriend) or dad (the commanding patriarch) around to stir things up. Malik (dad’s husband) was in his room, his cocky energy palpable even through the walls. My cock twitched just thinking about our sweaty musky fuckfests.
My report was due by midnight, a distant, unwelcome thought buried under the mountain of dry data on my screen. My eyes burned from the strain, and my lower back ached from the chair. By 2 pm, the doorbell rang, sharp and sudden. The doorbell’s sharp ring was a shock to the system, jolting me upright. I jumped up, shorts tenting slightly from boredom and pent-up horniness, and headed downstairs to check it out. I heard Malik’s door fly open and his quick, heavy footsteps pound down the stairs before I could even stand. “I’ll get it, kiddo!” he called out, his voice already tinged with a cocky energy that promised trouble.
By the time I got to the living room, he was already at the door, grinning like a madman as he accepted a large, flat box from a delivery driver. The guy left quickly, barely making eye contact. Malik turned to me, his dark eyes gleaming with pure unadulterated mischief. “Kiddo, wanna see what I ordered?” he asked, already tearing the tape off the box with frantic energy.
I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe some new gym shorts, another set of weights. But when he pulled it out of the box, my jaw actually dropped. The metal frame was stark and modern, the center of the seat a wide inviting opening. “Holy shit, is that a fucking rim chair?”
Malik’s smirk was a thing of beauty. “Fuck yeah, it is.” He rotated the rim chair and unfolded it, showing off the sturdy construction. It folded flat for storage when not in use, yet opened into a rock-solid frame. The seat had one perfect, wide aperture designed for a single purpose: exposing a hungry hole for total worship. My mind instantly flooded with filthy images—sweaty asses, probing tongues, the musky holes of a man ready to be devoured. My dick went from half-hard to a throbbing, tenting mess in my shorts, precum already soaking a dark spot into the fabric.
“You wanna try it?” Malik stepped closer, and the raw scent of his armpits hit me like a drug. His own bulge was growing rapidly, straining against his thin shorts. “You've got till midnight to finish your report, kiddo. Look at those shorts—your cock’s begging for it.”
He was right. Every filthy urge was roaring to the surface, awakened by the promise of that chair. “Fuck yes, let’s do it,” I said, my voice thick with want.
Our clothes were torn off in a frenzy, t-shirts and shorts landing in a heap on the living room floor. Our cocks sprang free, both of us already leaking. I eyed the chair, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Can I rim you first?”
Malik laughed, a low gravelly sound. “No fucking way, kiddo. I paid for this beast, so I'm getting my tongue in your ass first.” Everyone in the house already knew Malik was the hungriest and the most eager rimmer among us; nobody could devour a hole like he does. He positioned the chair in the center of the room, the carpet rough under our bare feet. He slid underneath, lying on his back, his hairy sculpted body glistening. His hard cock lay against his abs, a dark, veined promise. “Kiddo, bring that tight fucking ass here and sit on this fucking chair,” he commanded.
I climbed onto the cold leather seat, my thighs gripping the frame, my ass hovering over the open center. I lowered myself slowly and positioned my sweaty, exposed hole directly over his face.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t tease.
He attacked like a beast.
His tongue plunged into me, a hot, wet brand spearing deep into my core. It wasn’t a gentle exploration; it was a claiming. A loud, wet slurp echoed in the room as his tongue fucked in and out, swirling with ardent fervour, lapping at my rim like a starved man. “Fuck, your hole tastes so damn good,” he growled, his voice muffled by my flesh. Spit trailing down my crack and pooling on his chin. The sensation was blinding—the rough scratch of his beard on my cheeks, the incredible wet heat of his mouth, the musky taste of me on his tongue.
“Shit, Malik, you’re a fucking rimming expert,” I moaned, touching my cock, my hand instantly slick with my own precum.
His rough fingers joined the party, sliding up to tease my rim before pushing inside, one then two, stretching me open while his tongue never stopped its relentless work. “Fuck kiddo, your ass is so fucking tight,” he groaned, the sensation of his fingers against my most sensitive spot making me see stars. Then he moved down, sucking one of my balls into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sweat-slicked skin. “Fuck, these balls are juicy,” he snarled before slurping loudly.
I was losing my mind, jerking my cock furiously, my body trembling. “Eat my fucking balls, you nasty fuck!” For fifteen glorious minutes, he owned me with his mouth, and his filthy talk drove me crazy. “Gonna tongue-fuck this sloppy hole till you’re leaking like a bitch in heat,” Malik growled between licks. “Fuck, kiddo, your ass tastes so damn hungry… gonna make you beg for my load just from rimming you raw.” His words were pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with my sweat and his spit. “You wanna switch now, you horny fuck?”
I could only nod, my cock aching with need. “Fuck yeah man, let me taste your hairy ass.”
We swapped places. Malik climbed onto the chair, his lean, powerful body settling into position. His thick cock bounced with each movement, and his hairy ass was perfectly presented over the opening—his hole a tight pink pucker surrounded by dark curls. I slid underneath, the carpet rough on my back, and the scent hit me first—the raw musky aroma of his ass. It was pure, primal man, and it made my mouth water.
I dove in without hesitation. My tongue lashed across his rim, tasting the salty, musky tang of his skin. The coarse hair tickled my lips as I probed deeper, swirling inside him, savouring the unique flavour that was all Malik. “Fuck, kiddo, eat my fucking ass,” he moaned, grinding his hips down, pushing his hole harder against my face. I tongued him with everything I had, my lips sucking at his rim, my spit dripping down his crack. The chair creaked under his squirming weight. “Damn, your tongue’s fucking magic,” he growled, stroking his own leaking cock.
I buried my face in him, my nose pressed deep into his sweaty crack, inhaling his essence as my tongue fucked into him. I moved to his heavy hairy balls, sucking them into my mouth, rolling them with my tongue, tasting the potent salt of his sweat. “Fuck, suck those nuts, you greedy,” he groaned.
After tasting his heavy balls, I returned to his hole, my fingers teasing the rim before slipping inside, feeling his incredibly tight walls clench around them. “Shit, finger my ass, kiddo.. yeaah like that..” he snarled, his moans growing louder, filling the room. For another ten minutes, I devoured him, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, until we were both slick with spit and shaking with need.
We switched again, like a well-practiced dance of rimming. Malik slid back under the chair, his eyes blazing. “Gonna eat that tight ass again, you slut.”
I sat back down, my hole already slick and loose from his previous attention, and he dove back in with a renewed hunger, his tongue plunging deep, his lips sucking my rim, his fingers probing. “Fuck, this hole’s begging for more,” he growled, the wet sounds even more obscene than before. I was moaning incoherently, my hand a blur on my cock. “Lick my fucking hole, Malik!”
After another few minutes, Malik pulled back, breathing heavily, his cock was a rigid, throbbing manhood. “I wanna fucking cum now, kiddo.” His eyes scanned the room and landed on the double-headed dildo, still lying on the floor from Dad and Rex’s last night's fun, its silicone surface gleaming. He grabbed the double-headed dildo. “Get on the floor, let’s fuck our holes with this toy.”
I lay on my back on the carpet, spreading my legs wide, offering myself. Malik spat on one end of the dildo and slid it into my hole in one smooth motion. The thick rubber stretched me open, a delicious burn that made me gasp. “Fuck, that’s big!”
He lay opposite me, our bodies aligned. He spat onto his hand and rubbed it on the other end of the dildo before easing it into his own hungry hole, groaning with pleasure. “Damn, this feels so fucking good.”
We began to move like a synchronized fuck-machine. Our hips ground together, the dildo sliding deep, stretching us both, connecting us in the most intimate way. “Fuck.. this dildo is damn good, Malik,” I moaned, my ass clenching around the invading toy. Malik growled back, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Take it, you cock-hungry fuck.” The room echoed with our grunts and the wet squelching sounds of the toy fucking our hungry holes.
We locked eyes across the carpet, sweat dripping from our brows, hips rolling in perfect rhythm. The double-dildo buried itself deeper with every thrust, stretching both our well-rimmed holes wide and linking us like one pulsing machine. I wrapped my fist around my leaking cock and started jerking hard. Malik did the same, his hand flying over his thick shaft. “Fuck, kiddo, look at us… We are like two greedy sluts jerking and fucking ourselves on this toy,” he snarled with pleasure.
Precum poured from both our cocks, slicking our hands and splattering our abs. Each time I slammed back, the dildo rammed into him; each time he drove forward, it speared me deeper. Our moans turned into desperate, animal-like grunts. “Damn, I can feel your ass clenching through this rubber cock,” Malik groaned, stroking faster. “Keep milking it, you little slut… this is gonna make us both blow like fucking fountains.” The wet slap of skin on skin, the squelch of the toy, and our frantic jerking filled the room, pushing us both right to the edge.
After about five more minutes of this intense pleasure, Malik’s breath hitched. “Fuck, I’m close, kiddo.” I pushed back against him, driving the dildo even deeper. “Fuck me harder.. yeah like that..” he commanded. He grinned and moved his hips faster, pounding my hole with the toy while his own ass was wrecked by the other end. “Gonna cum all over..”
It took less than a minute. The tension snapped. We roared in unison, “Fuck, I’m cumming!” Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from our cocks at the same time, splattering across our sweaty stomachs and chests, pooling in the crevices of our abs. The musky salty scent of our release flooded the room, mingling with the stink of our sweat and sex.
I eased the dildo out of my hole first, echoing a wet pop sound. I crawled forward, leaning over Malik’s sweat-slick torso. My tongue dragged through the thick ropes of cum coating his stomach and hairy chest, scooping up every bitter drop. “Fuck, your load tastes so good,” I groaned. Malik’s eyes burned into mine. “Kiddo, feed me yours.” I scooped a heavy glob of my own cum from my stomach with two fingers and held them to his lips. He sucked them in greedily, tongue swirling, licking my fingers clean with a hungry moan. “Damn, I like my boy’s cum,” he growled.
Once I’d lapped the last streak from his skin, I crushed my mouth against his. We kissed deep and sloppy, tongues swapping the mixed taste of both our loads. The double-headed dildo was still buried deep in Malik’s ass, twitching with every clench of his hole as we made out like filthy animals.
We collapsed onto the carpet, panting, our bodies slick and utterly spent. Malik grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Kiddo, finish that fucking report before Rex and dad get home. Once they see this rim chair, we’ll be busy with it all night, haha!” I laughed, my whole body still tingling. “Fuck yeah, can’t wait, you nasty bastard.” I gathered my clothes and headed back to my room to finish the report.
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