Rodney

Tim

Rodney’s success just seemed to motivate him more and more.

Living in the quiet little churchy town he had grown up in, it didn’t really seem all that surprising when he told me Tim had invited the two of us to go to church with him, and Rodney had accepted.

Tim was a bit of a freak.  Younger, smaller, decently hung, or so I had heard, and always somehow sniffing around, although I could never really figure out to what end.

But of course Rodney had made his own agenda, even as all sorts of church members came up to greet us.  Smiling away obliviously.  And somehow especially Tim’s parents.

The worship thing always somehow got Rodney horny, so I wasn’t surprised when we were sitting in the back and Rodney asked me to blow him, right there.  My interest in religion had long been replaced by Rodney, Tony and gang, so that was more than enough for me to bend over and do my part.

Damn.  Every time I went down on Rodney, I was in heaven.  The head of his cock was so fat and thick.  The piss slit oozed precum so easily.  The long shaft thickened so beautifully.  And his low hanging balls slowly tightened so wonderfully.  Every single time.

Tim seemed a bit freaked out.  But I suppose not really, as Rodney soon enough had Tim worked the base of his shaft as I sucked, and as Rodney delivered his first church load onto my tongue, and down my throat.

Tim had gone hard in the process, so Rodney then directed me towards him.  Doing the same for Tim that Tim had done for Rodney, although it seemed pretty clear that Rodney made sure that some of Tim’s cum spilled onto my lips and cheek.

Shit.  No idea how people didn’t notice.  But the only response seemed to be Tim’s dad turning around and smiling at us.

Now I was too horny for my own good, as I begged Rodney to fuck me.  “You slut.  I love you.”

And we ended up in the basement bathroom between meetings, with Rodney unloading in me, having Tim help him yet again, and doing the same all over again.  Even as I wondered how Rodney got attracted to Tim…

With a bit more cum on my face as I cleaned them up, somehow it wasn’t surprising to run into Tim’s dad in the hall, still somehow smiling, and rubbing his face just below his lips, which only later surprised me since that was the very spot Rodney had insisted my leaving cum on my face after fucking me. 

Martin (Tim’s dad) shook my and Rodney’s hands.  And out of nowhere invited us over to lunch afterwards, “even though my wife has some errands to run.  I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

And I was probably still oblivious.  Mostly happy that I had been able to worship my lord there.  Rodney kissed me on the cheek.  “You really still don’t have a clue, do you?”

“I love you, man.”

Rodney laughed.  “I know.  I’m going to fuck you so hard later.”

I smiled.  “Promise?”

So church finished, and we headed to Tim’s for lunch.

Martin greeted us, having already slipped into casual clothes.  Damn.  For an older man, that was the first time I noticed that he really was quite attractive, and in good shape.

Martin shook my and Rodney’s hands once again, kissed his son on the cheek, and asked if we needed to use the restroom or anything.  Rodney smiled.  Said sure.  And Martin asked Tim to watch the food cooking while Martin showed Rodney and I to the restroom.

I’m sure in retrospect I should have seen it coming.  As we walked past a bedroom, Rodney looked at Martin:  “Here is fine, Mr. Sorensen.”

Martin smiled curiously, paused.  And stood back while Rodney went in with me.  Martin followed.  Rodney took his hand and put it in my hair as I knelt down to suck the piss out of Rodney.  Martin took the clue and helped Rodney unload in me:  “Damn.  You’re smooth.”

Rodney somehow seemed to anticipate everything.  “Hold it, to help make sure it all goes in him.  You must have some as well, no?”

And there I was sucking off Rodney and Martin, as Tim quietly watched over the cooking food in in the kitchen.

My head was just trying once again to sort out what all was going on.

“So you have fucked him, right?”

Martin looked at Rodney as Rodney asked him, apparently totally aware of where this was going.  “Only a couple of times.”

“Is he a good fuck?”

And Martin came, as Rodney made sure I swallowed it all.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  Rodney smiled.

“Let’s go turn off the food.  Get your clothes off, Jeff.”  As Rodney and Martin left their dicks hanging out while they went to get Tim.

It was Rodney who spoke.  “I’m pretty sure we’re already in your bedroom.  I understand you have a cute ass to show us.”

“Dad.”

“Shit, son.  You can deal with it.”

Rodney told him to get in and finish helping me strip.  “I know you’re a bottom.  Jeff will love it.”

And Rodney was already going hard again.

“Lick that precum off, son.”  And Tim obeyed his dad.

I surely should have know I wouldn’t remain the only bottom forever.  I just wasn’t ready for how easily Rodney was going to make that happen, even if I shouldn’t have been surprised.

But of course both Tim and Martin were surprised at Rodney’s size, even though Tim had already helped Rodney fuck me at church.  Martin was particularly impressed at how easily I took it in.  “Damn.  You’re gonna be so happy, Tim.”

Tim looked at his dad.  “But dad, I can barely take you.”

Martin laughed.  “That was yesterday.  Show Rodney that cute ass.”

And for my first time a second bottom was involved (not counting the times Rodney and Tony had cum in each other, or Gary, or Rick, since none of them were tops by any stretch).

Rodney and Martin quickly turned the thing into a competition, showing off their bottoms, and doing their best to abuse both of us.

Fuck.  This was yet again a whole new world.

“You must fuck his brother too, no?”

“Damn.  You’re a psychic.  Jared also helps me with Tim.”

“Perfect.  Tim.  Spread Jeff’s hole, so both me and your dad can go in.  You cute bitch.  And kiss it, so we can see some cum out of his ass on your lips.”

And Rodney dropped another seeming bombshell.  “So you gonna tell me his Uncle Barry doesn’t also fuck him?”

For such a quiet guy Rodney remained on top of everything.

Martin tried to shoot back:  “You learn all this at that trailer park you live in?”

Rodney laughed as he emptied another load into me, and had Tim kiss Rodney’s and his dad’s balls as he unloaded.  “We’ve moved a ways out of town, mister.  And if you’re really, really good, you might get an invitation.”

Somehow that got Martin to unload.

“Fuck.  We have to mount my son before we get empty.  I’m dieing to hear him cry as that monster breeds him.”

And I turned around to him Tim lick off both dicks…