Turning Chase

 Chapter 9 

Soren stood outside Vanders’ double front doors. He was uncharacteristically nervous, and sweating a little bit even. Today was the day for his first professional photoshoot. He’d managed to get off work an hour earlier than usual in order to make it here by 7pm, leaving him no time to shower and freshen up. He was still wearing his work khakis, a button-up shirt, and a loosened tie that now hung freely like a scarf.

Vanders greeted him warmly with his friendly smile. “Well look who it is, our star in the making!” Standing next to him was a handsome Latino twink, whose eyes sparkled with a playful glint. Vanders introduced him, “Soren, meet Joaquin. He’s my assistant for the day, which really means that he’s the one that actually makes the magic happen.” Soren reached out for a handshake but Joaquin went in for a firm Texas hug instead. “It’s nice to meet you, Soren. Vanders here’s been pumping you up, I got high expectations for you, bro.” Vanders gave the boy a playful noogie, “Come on, don’t psych him up too much, dude, he’s new at this.”

Soren scratched his head. “Yeah, I gotta admit, I’ve never been too comfortable in front of a camera. So I’m counting on y’all to tell me what to do and give me a ton of pointers, alright.” Soren took a second to admire Joaquin. Joaquin had recently turned 19, and looked like a younger version of Ashton Summers. He had perfect, glowing, tan skin and wore the skimpiest short shorts paired with a tank top cut so dramatically it almost looked like he was just wearing an apron. Soren had to admit, it kind of turned him on.

Vanders had asked Soren for his clothing sizes and spent the afternoon purchasing almost an entire new wardrobe for him to try on. Both of the basement studios were fully prepped and lighted – one room was set up to feature a neutral background for Soren to pose against, and the other was set up like a bedroom with a king-sized bed decorated in grey-toned linens. 

Joaquin instructed Soren to strip down to just his briefs, since he’d be needing to change into various outfits throughout the evening. As Soren sat on a swivel chair in just a simple pair of gray Hanes underwear, Joaquin began applying a tiny amount of foundation to his face. With Soren’s angular bone structure and flawless skin, he required hardly any makeup. Joaquin moved his attention to Soren’s legs, applying bronzer in just the right places to catch the light and highlight his toned calves. He moved on to the six pack abs, and the deep crevice between the gymnast’s built pecs. Within 20 minutes, Soren looked every bit like a Greek god.

The photoshoot went pretty much as Vanders expected. Soren was rather stiff at first, but quickly learned to follow Vanders’ guidance on how to relax his face and “act” with his expressions. Soren’s naturally angular face made it easy for him to add drama and character to the stills, once Vanders demonstrated how to do it. They started with posing in front of the neutral background paper. Those were mostly standing shots, with a mix of fully clothed as well as shirtless photos.

Then, they moved onto the second studio, where Soren posed comfortably on the bed wearing soft cotton clothes at first and eventually stripping down to just a skimpy pair of white trunks. The gymnast had a nice bulge, so Vanders decided to have him switch to a pair of grey undies to better highlight his manhood. Finally, they ended the shoot with Soren wearing a gymnastics singlet with the top part rolled down to his waist. They put some chalk over his hands and intentionally smeared some on his cheek to add dramatic effect.

By 9:30pm that Wednesday, the shoot was wrapped up. Everyone felt pleased with the results and Soren was relieved that he actually managed to look natural on camera for once. Vanders and Joaquin were extremely professional and helped the amateur model feel completely at ease.

Within 24 hours, Vanders sent Soren a few pics to post on his socials. He chose pictures that were sexy and suggestive, but not too overtly slutty. A couple of pics highlighted Soren’s lightly-haired armpits, which he’d never displayed on social media before. Vander himself had a photography IG account with over 90k followers. It featured a mixture of men; a third were his porn boys while the two-thirds were regular models. The account made no reference to OnlyFans or any pornography at all. Vanders posted two photos of Soren on his wall and tagged him. It was an instant hit. By the next day, Soren gained almost 5,000 followers.

On Saturday, Vanders, Joaquin, and Soren drove an SUV 45 minutes to a nearby lake for another shoot. They got some great shots of Soren near, and also in, the water. Vander was every bit as professional as in the prior shoot. Joaquin, however, chose to tease Soren a bit this time.

The beautiful tan-skinned twink stripped down to a pair of blue speedo jammers during the entire shoot, showing off his toned, elegant muscles. During the shoots, he frequently rubbed has hands across his own body sensually enough to arouse Soren, but remaining careful of appearing too obvious. Halfway through the shoot, Soren had to take a 5-minute break because he sprouted an erection.

Vanders waited a full 15 minutes for Soren get himself together, but the boner still wouldn’t go down. The harder he tried to make it go away, the more it throbbed. In the end, they had no choice but to continue the shoot with Soren’s hard cock pushing its outline against his shorts. Vanders wasn’t too concerned. He said, “Don’t worry about it, we can focus on upper body shots mostly…and for the full body ones, who knows, maybe you’ll actually gain some fans with that nice bulge…” Soren felt plenty of embarrassment, but he dug into his years of gymnastics training to focus on getting the job done despite being plagued by physical limitations. Vanders was impressed by the 22-year-old boy’s ability to maintain his calm while doing the photoshoot with a raging hard on.

It was another successful day. When got back to Vanders’ home late in the afternoon, Joaquin offered to give Soren a massage. Joaquin was one of Vanders’ New York porn boys, but had flown in to spend the summer with Vanders in Texas; while there, he was completing a course to become a certified massage therapist. Vanders’ deal with his porn boys was that they were limited to around $90,000 of cash allowance per year, with the remainder of their earnings going to a support trust fund that would return the money to them at age 45. As part of the deal, they were allowed to take early advances from the trust fund for any amounts going towards furthering their education or vocational training. Vanders stressed that beauty would always fade, or the onlyfans industry could become oversaturated, and the boys needed to develop skills they could use to support themselves once their porn careers winded down.

Joaquin hopped all over the vocational training provision. He had just finished a cosmetology certification in New York, and was now a couple months into massage school. His primary motivation for coming to Texas, however, was that he was crushing hard on Vanders and secretly enjoyed following the man around and serving as his personal fuck toy.

He explained his massage training to Soren and repeated his offer for a free massage. The gymnast paused…it was tempting. He used to frequently get massages from the physio while training, and always loved them. Nowadays he would have to pay for massages and definitely could not afford to. A free massage would be nice…plus, Joaquin was super cute and Soren was developing a bit of a crush on the charming twink.

“Sure, actually, why not…I feel kinda bad you’re not getting paid for it though…”

“It’s no problem, brother, I’m in training, you can just fill out an evaluation form afterwards and it’ll go towards my required hours for the certification. Let me pull out the massage bed and we can get started…” 

Ten minutes later, Soren lay blissfully on massage table, naked. Joaquin’s skillful hands had quickly lulled the muscular stud into a state of deep relaxation. This more soothing type of massage, Swedish massage, was so different than the deep tissue sessions Soren had been accustomed to. Now this is the good life, he thought. 

Vanders was out buying groceries, though he was perfectly aware of what was going to happen between Soren and Joaquin. As Joaquin glided his hands over Soren’s tight, hard muscles, he shared a bit about himself. He explained how his relationship with his parents soured when he was a teenager. His parents both grew up in Puerto Rico, and his machismo dad in particular expected Joaquin to act like a stoic macho man at all times.

Joaquin left home as soon as he turned 18, tired of always being criticized and demeaned for his more playful, saucy personality. He was still on speaking terms with his parents, but barely. To support himself, he started an onlyfans account, which is how he met Vanders.

Soren, snapped out of his relaxed state for a moment. “Wait, you mean Vanders shoots porn too?”

Joaquin replied, “He sure does, bro. Didn’t you check out his Insta? About a third of the boys he photographs also do porn. I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious, but that’s just me…”

Soren responded, “Huh, that’s cool I guess…it must be fun being able to do traditional shoots and also, you know, the explicit stuff too.” Despite adhering many Christian values, Soren didn’t strictly adhere to most of the religion – he mainly focused on the virtues of love, forgiveness, and service. Ever since he went to college, he was all about sex positivity and held no judgmental thoughts against sex workers.

“Yeah man, getting into porn and meeting Vanders is the best thing that’s ever happened to me for sure. The dude’s kinda become like a second father to me, but he’s kind and patient and let’s me just be me…unlike my old man…” Joaquin continued, “and I make hella dough now…on track to maybe clear 500k by end of the year, baby.”

Soren was shocked. “Dang, congrats, man! That’s awesome. That’s like double what my software friends are making, and you’re only how old? 19, right? Yeah, that’s impressive.” Soren had no idea that successful porn stars were capable of pulling in so much these days. He thought back to his barely-middle-class parents. Even with their incomes combined, it’d take them half a decade to make what this teenager does in only one year!

“Thanks man, I couldn’t have gotten to this place without Vanders, so I gotta give major props to him. Crazy thing is, I never even showed my face on camera until a couple months ago. It’s wild how many people will shell out cash to just see a faceless dude jerk off.”

As he continued to get his calves kneaded and stretched, Soren fantasized about all the splurgy things he’d do if had half a million dollars. He’d buy a house and install a home gym with a sauna and cold plunge, surprise his parents with a new car, pay for all his sister’s flights to big gymnastics meets, and so much more. Then a wave of slightly-guilty pleasure flooded over him, as he fantasized about how hot it’d be to have sex on camera for a living. It’d be amazing to hook up with beautiful men from all over the world and get paid for it! 

“Alright, boss, your back and legs feeling all loose and relaxed now? Haha, good, now I want you to roll over onto your back.” 

Soren blushed. “Oh man, hey…maybe we can skip that part, you’ve done great job already. I mean I feel amazing.” His cock was rock hard, and certainly wasn’t going down anytime soon.

Joaquin laughed knowingly. “Come on, fool! We’re both young men, there’s zero judgment from me. Trust me, it happens a ton. I’ve almost come to expect it by now.” 

Soren’s embarrassment died down and he rolled over. His gymnast body was beautiful. Soft, milky skin stretched over perfectly defined muscles. His smooth, perfectly-shaped cock was 7 inches long, but looked bigger against his 5’8” frame. As Joaqin massaged the aroused jock, he purposely made his touch more sensual, and spent extra time gliding his hands over the pink areolas and perky nipples. Each time he did so, he noticed Soren’s cock jump. It got so hard that it was standing almost straight up and leaking copious amounts of precum.

Joaquin ran his hand over the twitching cock. He made eye-contact with Soren. “This okay, bro? You want this?”

Soren held his breath for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. I want it.”

 A few minutes later, Soren’s fists were clenched tight, as the 22-year-old let out moans and whimpers of ecstasy. Joaquin was giving him the best blowjob he’d ever received. The 19-year-old pornstar used copious amounts of spit as he alternated massaging Soren’s cock with his throat and his hands.

With both hands still caressing Soren’s leaking cock, Joaquin moved his mouth down to tongue the moaning stud’s balls and taint. After a while, he inched down further, licking the boy’s tight, pink hole. “Oh my…oh my fucking gosh! Shit, Joaquin, you-you’re a-amazing…mmm.”

Knowing Soren was getting close, Joaquin took his tongue out of the boy’s asshole and climbed over him on the massage table. He crouched over the gymnast’s body and placed the tip of Soren’s cock between his round butt cheeks. Joaquin rubbed himself slowly against the cockhead and squeezed his ass cheeks against it, sitting in a reverse cowgirl position.

Then, Joaquin took his oiled-up finger, arched back, and pressed it into Soren’s hole. While Soren had received plenty of oral sex before, he was still an anal virgin. His hole was tight, but Joaquin’s expert massaging of his cock helped him loosen up and the finger slipped right in. Soren groaned, as he felt his first ever penetration.

Joaquin quickly located the prostate and begin pressing over it with his finger as he continued to squeeze and rub Soren’s cock with his ass cheeks and free hand. He was just getting started when Soren surprised him. “Ugh…oh fuck…I’m cumming….shit, oh my gosh…Aghhh…mhhhh… oh fuck, fuck fuckkkk!” Soren shot powerful spurts of jizz all over Joaquin’s ass and his own torso. It was one of most powerful cumshots of his life, and a few droplets even coated his chin.

Joaquin hopped off to grab a couple of washcloths. He used one to clean the cum off his ass crack and threw another one to Soren. Soren looked over at the 19-year-old’s toned, lithe body; the Latino twink was sporting a full erection.  “Hey, uh, so do you want to get off too now or something…?" 

Joaquin shook his head. “Naw, I’ve got a solo show I’m putting on for my fans tonight. Gotta save my cum up for them. Shower’s down the hallway to the left. You’d better wash all that oil and cum off yourself before you head home.”

After Soren thanked him for everything and headed for the shower, Joaquin smiled contentedly. He’d carried out Vanders’ instructions perfectly.

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Ryan and Brad were chillin', watching baseball in the living room while checking their phones. Their pool boy was in the backyard, wrapping up his job for the day.

A mere day-and-a-half after returning from Colorado, Chase had left for a training camp down in San Antonio. He’d be there for the entire week, leaving Ryan and Brad to hold the fort down at home. Ryan welcomed the camp’s convenient timing, as it allowed him some distance from his son, after their passionate romp in the mountains. Hopefully, the time apart would alleviate some awkwardness and allow them to go on with their lives as normal, as if nothing ever went on between them. 

Ryan and Brad heard the sliding door open and close. “All done for the day, boss. Pool’s sparkling clean.” Ryan replied, “You done good work today, bud. Got the lawns all gussied up and now the pool. Feel free to grab a beer from the fridge and catch the tail end of this game…Astros are up 2-1 in the eighth inning.”

Joaquin took the offer up. He popped open a cold Modelo Oro and plopped down the armchair near the two hunks. Joaquin had been working as poolboy for Ryan for a few weeks now, having sparked up a conversation with Ryan during a neighborhood block party. He introduced himself as Vanders’ “godson” who was staying with him for the summer.

Being generally attracted to DILFs, and heavily lusting after Ryan, Joaquin offered to take any jobs around the house that Ryan might have. He claimed to need the extra money. Ryan agreed to hire him as a regular poolboy and lawn mower, taking over the chores that Chase had dutifully performed for years. He figured it’d be good to give Chase a break as he prepared for his senior year; and, though he didn’t want to admit this to himself, he was very attracted to Joaquin, who bore an uncanny resemblance to one of his favorite pornstars.  Indeed, the sexy Puerto Rican twink looked just like a younger version of Ashton Summers.

On this particular afternoon Joaquin wore a white Altuve jersey with only the bottom two buttons done, showing off his toned chest and a bit of his abs. He wore shorts so skimpy that they almost looked like underwear. They were so short, the jersey almost completely covered the shorts whenever Joaquin stood up.

Over the past few weeks, Joaquin had noticed both Ryan and Brad ogling him, and felt confident that both men fantasized about fucking his ass. Today felt like the right time to make that fantasy come true, with the twink’s confidence was riding high after having perfectly seduced Soren to Vanders’ satisfaction the previous week.

As Jeremy Pena was up to bat, Joaquin playfully moaned. “Ugh…Pena’s so fucking cute…I’d let him plow my ass any day.” 

Brad raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh yeah? You’d probably let him tag team you with Bregman too, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck yeah. Not gonna lie, I’d let the whole team run a train on me…coaching staff included.”

Ryan’s cock sprouted to full mast, pressing uncomfortably against his tight underwear. Brad’s did the same. This did not escape Joaquin’s attention. He stood up to walk his empty beer can over to the recycling bin. “I’ve got a weak spot for jocks and DILFs…just always wanting a strong, muscled man or two to dominate my twinky ass.” As he spoke, he walked over to the back of the couch and then put a hand on each hunk’s shoulder. Brad looked over at his Dad; a bead of sweat rolled down Ryan’s temple as he looked back at his son. Both men’s eyes filled with lust…

Ryan spoke, “…I hate to be rude, but I was wondering if you had your drivers license on you…” Joaquin chuckled and showed his ID to Ryan, confirming his age. It wasn’t the first time a man had asked for it. Joaquin was 19 years old, but baby-faced, able to pass for being a few years younger if he wanted to.

 

A couple of minutes later, Ryan and Brad were both shirtless. Joaquin sat between them, his baseball jersey fully unbuttoned as they two muscle studs groped his toned body. Ryan sat to the boy’s right, and held his chin with one hand as he stuck his tongue into Joaquin’s mouth. Brad sat on the other side, kissing all along the sexy twink’s neck, while flicking his erect nipples.

Joaquin pulled his lips away from Ryan for a second, coming up for air. Both men began to lick and kiss his neck, and then the horny twink spoke in breathy tones, “Fellas…mhh…wait a sec…oh…I got an idea…Vanders is out in New York right now on business and I got the house to myself…I think it’ll be hot if we head up there and you guys can fuck me in every room…”

Brad was game for it. It’d be so fucking hot to pound this sexy boy in his godfather’s mansion. But he was surprised that Ryan was up for it too. He didn’t know that fucking someone inside a neighbor’s home was one of his dad’s biggest turn-ons, though it was a fantasy he restrained himself from acting on….until now.  

Joaquin led the way. He took the shirtless men through the backyard, easily climbed over the back fence, and made his way into Vanders’ home through the back door.  Once in the basement, Joaquin dropped to his knees and winked at the two horny hunks unbuttoning their pants. He gasped when he saw their cocks. Both at least 8 inches, and thick.

Brad walked over and gently slapped Joaquin’s face with his cock a few times. “You like what you see?” The boy nodded vigorously. Ryan joined them; he put his cock on the slut’s full, red lips and said, “Then suck on this like a good boy.”

Joaquin surprised the 37-year-old DILF by immediate swallowing the entire 8 inches in one go. Ryan’s eyes went wide. He’d never seen anyone take the entire length of his cock with zero warmup! But then again, it was his first time hooking-up with a porn star (a fact he was still unaware of).

Brad was impressed as well. “Damn, little dude, you really are a slut aren’t you?” He started to stroke his own 9-inch manhood slowly, then grabbed Joaquin’s head with one hand, gently guiding the twink up and down his dad’s cock. Joaquin deepthroated effortlessly, causing Ryan to curl his toes and tense his entire body in pleasure.

Brad pulled the boy off Ryan’s cock and pushed him onto his own. Brad’s assertiveness turned Joaquin on, and the 19-year-old pornstar began vigorously pumped his throat up and down the sensitive cockhead while he used one hand to jack Ryan off. Brad let go of Joaquin’s hair and rested both hands behind his head. The boy was doing an amazing job and needed zero guidance. This was the probably best blowjob he’d ever received, and he’d received hundreds, maybe even over a thousand, over the years.

For the next five minutes, Joaquin went back and forth between the two stud cocks, holding one in each hand as spit and precum began coating his pretty face. Eventually, he shoved both cocks into his mouth, pressing the two cockheads against each other. Ryan groaned, “fuck this is hot…” It made him feel so dirty and horny knowing that his cock was rubbing against that of own son.

Joaquin tongued the cocks and rubbed them against his face for a bit longer, then got up. “Come on, fellas, let’s head upstairs.” Once he got to the living room, he sat down on a large, off-white ottoman. Without warning, Brad grabbed him, picked him up, and plopped him onto his back. He then put a hand on the twink’s neck, and lowered his huge cock into the open mouth. Ryan walked around, lifted Joaquin’s tan legs up and pulled of the tight shorts, revealing a white jock strap underneath. He then began rimming the boy’s perfectly smooth hole.

Joaquin was in bliss. He loved it when stronger guys took control. Brad leaned forward and begun face-fucking the boywhore in steady, powerful strokes. Ryan expertly flicked and grinded his tongue against the puckering hole, causing Joaquin to moan uncontrollably into the giant cock impaling his throat.

The Latin twink’s eyes began to tear up from the awesome throat-fucking. Mucus from his throat began dripping out his mouth and over his upside-down face. Brad loved hearing the sound of the little slut gagging on his manhood and began thrusting a bit faster. Brad taunted, “Yeah, take this real man’s cock down your faggot throat, you dirty little slut! This what you’re you’re good for…laying on your back letting bigger, stronger men do whatever they want with you.”

Ryan came up for air and gave his son a stern, reproachful look. “Hold your horses, Brad. Slow down a bit and don’t be gettin’ so rough now…he’s a sweet boy.” If it were any other man, Brad would’ve told him to fuck right off. But this was his dad, so he obliged, slowing down his thrusts and toning down the dirty talk. Joaquin was actually a bit disappointed at this; what Ryan didn’t know was that the sexy teen was immensely turned on by the rough treatment and degrading dirty talk. But Joaquin’s throat was plugged and couldn’t explain that at the moment.

Brad pulled out and turned around. “Come on, slut, we’re gonna fuck you in the kitchen.” Joaquin’s definitely looked like a slut. His hair was tousled and thick globs of drool ran from his mouth up through his forehead. His cock was rock hard and protruded out past the confines his skimpy jockstrap. Ryan lightly smacked the twink’s ass as they both followed Brad to the kitchen.

Joaquin was bent over the marble dining island in the kitchen. He had one foot on the ground while his other was lifted up over the counter top. Ryan kneeled on the island; his knees were cushioned by a baking cloth. Joaquin lips wrapped around Ryan’s throbbing cock while Brad rubbed his lubed-up cock around the boy’s pink splintcher. Then, he, slipped it in with surprising ease.

He chuckled. “Oh you really are a slut aren’t you? That slipped right in…how many guys have you let tap this boypussy? Over a hundred, I bet...” Joaquin couldn’t answer, as Ryan’s cock stretched his well-used throat.

Ryan, though he had reprimanded his son for going too hard just a short moment ago, couldn’t represses his own dominant side any longer. He pulled out his cock, pulled porn slut’s face up by his hair, and spat on his forehead. He then gently slapped his soft cheeks a few times. “Is that right, Joaquin? You been a naughty boy lately, begging a bunch of men to just shove their cocks inside your cunt?”

Joaquin loved this rough treatment. He whined, “Yes, daddy, I’m sorry, I’ve been a bad little boywhore….please, ughhhh….fuck, please….please discipline me!” Brad immediately spanked his new bitch’s ass several times, moderately hard, until the ass cheeks turned crimson. As his ass got wailed, Joaquin moaned, “Ahh, yeah…oh! Fuck! Yeah, spank me, Sir! I need it…I’m your naughty little bitch….ugh…I like being punished…" 

Brad thought to himself, “Shit. This guy’s even more submissive than Chase!” At the thought of his younger stepbro, Brad got even more aroused, but felt like he might be bringing himself too close to cumming. Wanting to prolong the pleasure, he pulled out of the warm boy pussy.

At that moment, Joaquin turned 180 degrees and quickly took Brad’s cock in his mouth. Being an experienced porn star, he’d thoroughly cleaned himself out earlier in the day and his hole was sparkling clean. But Brad and Ryan didn’t know that and were surprised. The dude was cleaning his own ass juices off Brad’s cock with his mouth!

Ryan’s veins pulsed with testosterone upon seeing the slutty act. He firmly gripped his bitch’s ass and mounted him. He took no time to warm up on the already-stretched cunt, immediately going in with hard, pounding strokes. Joaquin groaned around Brad’s cock, sending pleasurable sensations up its nerve-endings.

Ryan pulled the boy back a couple feet, giving Brad space to hop onto the counter. The father-son duo spit-roasted the Latin teen with an impressive vigor. They were loving every minute of this. Ryan felt like a teenager again, tag-teaming a bitch with his buddy like he often did years ago. He and Brad high-fived and then Eiffel-Towered as they dominated their little bitch slut. Joaquin also loved being used this way and enthusiastically squeezed and massaged the two men’s cocks with his ass and throat.

 In no time, the father and son began climaxing at the same time. They moaned loudly as they pumped their thick, warm loads into both ends of the well-fucked boywhore. As he deposited his load into Joaquin’s ass, Ryan thrusted so forcefully that he almost lifted the twink up off the counter surface. Joaquin could barely keep his mouth on Brad’s cock as he struggled to swallow every drop of cum. As they wound down from their climax, Brad wiped some sweat off his brow.

 “Damn, Pa. That was amazing.”

 Ryan was breathing heavily. “Hell yeah it was.” He was proud that his son was a total stallion in bed, just as he’d been in the past (and kind of still was). He then bent over, and planted a kiss on the side of Joaquin’s forehead. “And you were fucking incredible, little stud. You took that like a total champ.” The teen beamed with pride. 

Ryan slid off the counter onto his feet and then kissed the boy some more while caressing his cheek and praising him. After that rough fuck, he knew the young buck could use a lot of aftercare. After only a couple minutes, the loving make out session was cut short. Brad put his arms around their both shoulders and said, “Gents, come on, I believe we still need to hit the master room.”

 Joaquin eagerly followed the 20-year-old quarterback upstairs, while Ryan walked back to the living room and plopped himself down on the sofa. He needed some time to recharge, and would join them in 20 minutes or so, if they were still raring to go by then.

While Ryan checked the Astros’ postgame coverage on his phone, Brad fucked Joaquin mercilessly in Vanders' bedroom. He took him in every position he knew of; and the porn slut even taught him a couple of new ones. Brad made Joaquin shoot hands-free onto a pillow and then lick it clean, as the college hunk shot his second load of the day into the teen’s cunt.

Barely taking any time to recover, the two young men walked out into the large balcony connected to the master bedroom. Brad bent Joaquin over against the stone railing and stook his cock right back into his well-stretched hole. He hammered away for 10 minutes, choking the boy’s neck at times, caressing his smooth torso at others, and sometimes just grabbing his hips to jackhammer as fast as he could. Joaquin stroked his cock whenever possible, and within no time, Brad managed to fuck the cum out of him again. Hot spurts of semen shot out past the railing and landed in the yard far below them. 

Brad then turned the boy around and pushed him onto his knees. He shot three spurts of cum onto his already glazed face. In a post-orgasmic moment of rationality, Joaquin hoped none of the neighbors saw what happened. He wiped some cum off his eyes and the two went back inside to rest on Vander’s bed.

 Shortly thereafter, Ryan came back up, horny again and ready to nail his new boy whore again. As Brad lay next to them on the bed watching, Ryan took Joaquin missionary style. He passionately kissed the boy as he fucked slowly and sensually. The 19-year-old porn star wrapped his arms and legs around Ryan’s back and pulled him close. The sweat on their bodies mixed together as they kissed and rubbed against each other.

Soon, Joaquin was begging like a bitch for his new daddy’s cum. “Oh gawd, you fuck me so good, Daddy…yeah, yeah you’re the boss of me…this is your house now, you own me, you own everything here…” He continued, “please cum in my pussy, Sir. I need you to mark me as your property again!” Ryan lifted his torso up and grabbed the boy’s ankles so he could increase his pace. Having already cum once, he was taking a while to reach climax.

Brad decided to help out. He hopped onto his feet and walked to the foot of the bed, standing behind Ryan. He then leaned forward, wrapped his arms around his dad’s torso, and began tweaking his erect nipples. Ryan groaned in pleasure – that felt so good! As Ryan thrusted vigorously into the boy, his ass crack rubbed against his son’s hardening cock.

Brad leaned a little closer, and his cock rubbed firmly against his dad’s ass with each thrust. He pinched the nipples harder. Ryan lost it. “You want my load, you little dirty cum dump? Yeah? Take it! Take daddy’s seed. Imma get you pregnant in your own godfather’s bed, you fuckin’ whore!!!” With that, he unloaded into Joaquin. That was the teen's fifth load of the day.

The three men lay in bed for a couple minutes after that, recovering from the evening of amazing, mind-blowing sex. Then, they got up. Ryan and Brad stayed for a bit to help clean up the house before heading home. After they left, Joaquin sat on the sofa and rubbed another load out of himself. Those were two of the hottest guys he’d ever bottomed for, and they threw him the roughest, most dominant fuck of his life. Nobody had ever been able to make the teen porn star feel more submissive in slutty than that father and son duo just had.

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Vanders lay in bed in his New York home, fuming. He was too pissed to sleep.

He had flown to NYC with Soren to introduce the young man to some industry connections and to some of his onlyfans boys. He trusted Joaquin to stay and take care of the Texas house while he was out.

Since Joaquin still occupied the house, he didn’t turn on the automatic alarm system; however, he kept all the security cameras on and activated a setting that would notify him if a large number of people entered the house. 

He received one of these notifications upon returning home from for the night and couldn’t believe what he saw. His neighbors, Ryan and Brad Bennett went into his home and fucked Joaquin all around the house! He was only moderately upset at Joaquin and Brad, understanding that they were young and dumb. But Ryan?!? That fucker should have known better than to utterly disrespect him in this way.

Adding to the anger was the fact that Ryan was Vanders’ favorite neighbor, by a mile. He had gotten a meal with Sheryl and Ryan when he first moved in to their neighborhood, and had also played golf with Ryan on two occasions. The two men got along great. Vanders thought Ryan was warm, thoughtful, and generous. He enjoyed his self-deprecating humor and respected his perfect Southern gentleman manners.

Vanders scarcely slept a few hours that night. He laid awake in bed most of the night, plotting his payback.