This was my first one-on-one time with someone my dad's age, generally. And he was his brother, so why not do my best to impress? I showered, even shaved what little stubble I had off, put on what was surely too much cologne, and dressed as well as I knew how to.
I quietly opened his door, and quietly closed it behind me. The door to his bedroom was also cracked open. I stripped in the living room, and quietly entered his darkened bedroom. I quietly slipped under his covers.
I fell asleep, with my son on top of me, and my husband next to me. I suppose I assumed my son would fall asleep right on top of me, and was curious as to how long he would stay hard, although I ended up being too exhausted to find out the answer to that one, as I slept harder and deeper than I ever remembered up to that point.
But once again I was going to be surprised. My son, who actually seemed to be in heaven, filled with cum by two very large dicks, pulled me down and kissed me, just before he sent my head, or my heart, or my body, or my soul, reeling yet again.
This whole plan appeared to be my son's, although my husband was clearly assisting. My son bent down and almost kissed me, then let his spit drool into my mouth. Even Michael seemed impressed: "You may have even more control than me, in my best moments."
My brother increasingly caught me jerking off, as did my dad. My dad seemed to notice my interest in his boyfriend, but he seemed to think it was as cute as his boyfriend did.
James' quiet load in my mouth as Ted was leaving seems to have been a changing point in my life, as odd as that may sound. I really hadn't had much else to eat that whole day, to the point that I had really been noticing the difference in flavors of the guys and their cum, and their piss, even more so with Ted and his ethnic crew, who also seemed to add smells I wasn't really sure I was familiar
The happier my son was, the more successful he was, in every damn conceivable way (other than getting me to fuck him), so it was hard not to promote that. Of course, that also came with more aggressiveness, in part because he had Michael's genes?, so it was no real surprise that the glasses of cum became a daily ritual.
Sex was part of life. I was a guy. I had a dick. Sometimes it went hard. Sometimes for no apparent reason. Sometimes I could tell what I was thinking of, or seeing, or whatever, that made me that way. The same was true for my older brother, and my dad.
So was he faking it, or was he acting in his sleep as he turned towards me, even with tears in his beautiful blue eyes, as he slowly hugged me, slipped his hands inside my robe, slipped his tongue in my mouth, and seemed to make sure his throbbing dick was rubbing against mine as he shot his load all over both of us?
Throughout this process, of course Jeff was growing up, with all those interesting issues that I had never really contemplated being so closely involved with. And here I had thought that living through an affair with his father had been complicated.
Jeff increasingly kissed me longer and longer in front of his dad, and increasingly slipped me his tongue, almost as quick and as deep as he could get it in, especially after he got away with it the first time.
My encounters with my husband's (yes, we got married) son kept increasing, so I finally decided I really should talk a bit more with Michael about the whole situation.
I would never really have imagined that I would fall in love with a white man, let alone a married white man. But there I was, and there he was, leading to a messy divorce, his kid to try to explain things to, and a new road ahead.
I was sore everywhere I could imagine, as the blindfold was taken off and I got to see my three captors, since I was still tied up. It was a bit blurry at first, with cum still in and around my eyes from Rod and Jamal earlier.
And with that he pulled out his dick and started pissing in the empty glass, as my mouth dropped until I gained my composure and looked at Markus. "I may know more about you than you might think. Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure you'll like it."
I still didn't even know the name of this guy who had already drained me, and had started eating my ass. All I knew was that his big dick had lured me to his apartment, where I was now naked and lying face down on his bed, already close to cumming again as he fucked my hole with his tongue.
William and I kept on our regular schedule, with Markus there like clockwork, even though I still hadn't managed to take his entire dick up my ass, as he and William exchanged regular greetings in and around my training.
The whole experience seemed a bit odd to me: all of us stark naked throughout the day, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, talking of sex, of work, taking occasional dips in the lake and just hanging out.
There was an older white man there, who looked at me and smiled, almost as soon as I lined up to the urinal. He was attractive enough, but then he backed up and took my breath away. I didn't quite believe my eyes, and knew I needed to head off since it was getting late, so I looked one more time and headed out. The man's dick looked like it was two hand length's long, soft.
I finally gave up trying to sleep, studied a bit, and headed off to classes, with thoughts of James never far from my mind. I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen him during the day, as I kept going from wonder to worry about whether he would meet me again the next morning, alone, with Michael, or who knew what.
I took the plunge, fell to my knees, and felt his bulge. It was pretty clear he wasn't wearing any underwear. Damn. Another thick dick, making me go through my day's adventures, at the same time I thought of accomplishing the goal Adrian had given me.
Dumping his first load seemed to loosen him up even more, as he continued thrusting in and out, nibbling on my neck every now and then as he did. Way sooner than I would have imagined, he was ready to cum again, and told me to ask him to breed me.
William knew I was always horny, and he continued to keep his distance as we met at the gym and he trained me, despite our continuing to play almost daily at work.
James came in the tent and sat down next to Tony, who seemed to be just quietly enjoying the whole scene while the two of them talked. The other guys gradually filtered out to the fire and morning coffee, with occasional encouragement from mostly Tony to make sure they were satisfied with their morning runs.
I woke up at one point to find him snuggled up behind me, which I found oddly comforting. I rolled in towards him, and looked at his face in the dim light of the snowy night.
I took a couple of deep breaths and walked the short distance across the meadow to the tent opening. Luckily I was able to identify at least Tony, and I leaned down to kiss him as I quietly asked if I could please slide in his bag with him, surprising myself at how much I still wanted even more sex.
I was walking close to Grand Central one evening when I passed a gorgeous black guy, who just happened to smile at me. My heart almost missed a beat. His smile was even more beautiful, and he stopped and turned, as did I.
I was a graduate student in Tokyo. Takahiro was a young salaryman. We met through some religious functions. He was a bit overly flirtly with the women, as far as I could tell, and a fair bit more outgoing than the other Japanese people I had met so far.
I must have passed out with either exhaustion or relief once Clay and Ron left. As I was sleeping, I felt like I was deep in sleep, dreaming that James had come back to check on me, and snuggled up behind me.