Rodney

Whore? Lover? Both?

Rodney and I increasingly had a simple yet almost increasingly complicated life.

It was great living a couple of miles outside of town. It was a simple little place, but both of us were pleased with it, both inside and out. Just the 2 of us, except for when Rodney planned otherwise. No one passing by would ever have come close to guessing what was going on inside. And outside at times.

Nice little old remodelled ranch house, in a little ravine, almost. Surrounded by a couple of groves of trees. Tall, shady ones. Short dirt road, just off of a seldom-used paved one. And that just off of a fairly major road.

And yet far enough away from the town that we could even see the stars at night (and of course fuck under them on good days). Damn. Even more amazing once we added a hot tub, even for the winter nights when it was snowing.

Rodney always seemed to know when I was worn out, even if I did wonder if he wasn’t pushing a bit much at times. Fuck. And he never seemed to miss an opportunity to make sure I had given more than I ever would have dreamed I’d be able to. But he always made up for it by time for just the 2 of us. His gorgeous long thick cock. His huge dick head. His ever flowing piss slit. And his amazing balls.

Damn. I loved him. He loved me. And somehow no jealousy. That bit always kind of surprised me.

Money flowed in. Ridiculously, it seemed, given Rodney’s sorting out internet freaks.

Visitors could easily slip in, from almost anywhere, and slip away unnoticed, by anybody. As more and more quietly gay guys stopped by for service.

No neighbours. Plenty of visitors, headed up by Tony, Gary and Rick. Sometimes Mel, James, Brett, Travis, Doug. Increasingly by Tim. A bit crazy at times.

And Brent. With Rodney as well as others always grateful to what they credited Brent for starting. So long ago, it seemed. Damn. My first love, I suppose. But with so much since then… And yet Brent’s long thick uncut dick still reminded me of those old days. Even when he and Rodney got in together.

Shit. Was that my favourite?

More sex than I would ever have imagined. On average, it seemed like 2 nights were going to Ted and his gang. Another 2 went to his buddy and his gang, another town away. Another 2 to the college students. So on one hand only one free night a week. But it all flowed so smoothly.

Ted was an amazing boss, it seemed. Got more and more out of his men. And Rodney helped get more and more of them into me. He loved the black and Latino men the most it seemed. But the Amerindians weren’t far behind. Almost especially those married and working away from home.

Those dicks were amazing. Fat. Mostly uncut. So long, so full of cum, almost as if they only came when we got together. Just like Ted’s buddy’s men. It was those nights that led to Tony and Rodney fisting me the first time, almost accidentally as they seemed amazed at how many huge dicks I had taken, and how much cum they had all dropped in me.

I admit I was kind of freaked out at least the first time that happened. But Rodney and Tony almost massaged me from inside out as they explored. I would be lying to say it didn’t somehow feel good.

Plus they both ended by breeding me. And they were so damned horny. Even more than usual. Maybe it was the first time for them as well. Damn how I loved that. Tony my God, or my Satan. Rodney my Man, in more ways than I had ever imagined. And the more I turned myself over to him the better it got.

Usually Sunday nights were a break, although I’d be lying to say that always happened. Sometimes we’d stop by to see how James and Tony were taking care of mom. Sometimes Gary or Rick would stop by. To rest, as they’d say. Fuck. It was increasingly so peaceful to feel one of their big cocks deep in my ass, my mouth, or both. And Rodney seemed to love helping them unload in me more and more. Always knowing that whatever anyone thought, my ass and mouth really belonged to him.

Rodney was ever more creative. Blindfolding me so I would focus on the feelings more. Tying me down so I would learn to surrender more. And I never dreamed of saying anything but “yes please.”

Tony was still good to notice so much. He even quietly insisted that Rodney and I get married. “Just because.” And Tony even performed the ceremony. Pretty sure there aren’t that many marriages that include so much sex.

I know it all sounds slutty, but none of the regulars seemed to think or feel that way. Even Mel’s wife seemed increasingly grateful. The releases increasingly seemed more and more natural. And of course I’d be lying to say anything other than I was really acquiring a love of cum, and piss. Damn. I had never dreamed I could love the smell and taste of men so much.

And Rodney continued to bat 100%. Every single time.

How had I been lucky enough to find him?

Even his dick still seemed to grow. And he still had me pump him. On our off days. As if he needed it. But of course I did it happily. Fuck. If he could have climbed in me entirely I would have welcomed it.

As he seemed to cum even more and more.