Friday – The Final Day
Thursday night bled into Friday morning, and the crew didn’t stop coming.
By 8 AM the street was packed. Word had reached every corner of the local construction world and beyond. Men kept arriving in a never-ending stream---friends of friends, guys from other job sites, even some who had simply heard the legend of the blond twink and showed up uninvited. Jack stopped counting at 200. The number kept climbing.
The house could not contain them all. They came in shifts, rotating in and out, but the line never seemed to end.
Jack stood in the middle of the destroyed living room, still sore but glowing with that soft, wondrous energy. He turned to Ethan and Logan, voice pleading.
“We’re gonna need all the help we can get today.”
Ethan and Logan exchanged a quick glance, then grinned.
“We’ve got you,” Ethan said.
The five of them---Jack, Ryan, Ethan, Logan, and eventually Michael---became the center of the storm.
Michael had come out of the bedroom, freshly showered but already hard again. He put his arms around both Jack and Ryan’s shoulders, pulling his sons close.
“A good, loving dad wouldn’t let his boys face this alone,” he said quietly, voice thick with emotion.
Ryan, still learning the ropes himself, guided his father through it with the same gentle patience Jack had shown him. Michael was a fast learner. Within an hour he was on his knees beside his sons, sucking cock with focused hunger, then bending over to take load after load in his formerly virgin ass.
The house became a nonstop orgy.
All five men took as many cocks as their bodies could handle. Jack and Ryan often worked together, side by side, getting fucked while they kissed. Ethan and Logan serviced their own fathers and then offered themselves to the crowd. Michael moved between his two sons, fucking them lovingly while strangers used him from behind.
They pushed every limit.
At one point Jack had six cocks at once---two in his ass, two in his mouth, and one in each hand. Ryan was right beside him in the same configuration. Michael watched his boys with a mixture of paternal pride and raw lust, then joined them, taking his own six. Cum sprayed everywhere---thick ropes painting their faces, chests, backs, and hair simultaneously.
The men went three or four rounds each before finally leaving. The line never stopped.
By late evening the house was beyond destroyed. Every surface was coated. A literal river of cum, piss, and sweat ran out the front door and down the front steps. The stench was so powerful it drifted into neighboring yards and houses.
At 11:30 PM the last group finally finished and left.
The five men---Michael, Ryan, Jack, Ethan, and Logan---collapsed together on the ruined floor in a sticky, exhausted heap. Cum still oozed from every hole. Their bodies were glazed and reeking.
Michael pulled both of his sons close, kissing each of them tenderly on the forehead.
“I love you boys,” he whispered. “No matter what.”
Ryan and Jack smiled, cuddling into their father.
The construction project was officially over. The deck was finished.
But for Michael, Ryan, and Jack, this was only the beginning.
They had an entire lifetime of new adventures ahead of them.
And they couldn’t wait to get started.
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