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Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter Twenty-Five David's classes ended a week before Thanksgiving. He drove directly home. When Bob and I got home from work David and Dad were sitting in the living room watching television. I ran right up to him and gave him a big kiss on the lips. I was, of course, naked from the alley by the hotel so my hard dick was pressing against his beautiful body. "Oh, David, I'm so happy to see you." I did everything to keep from crying, but I still did. Dad just sat on the couch and laughed at the spectacle of his two sons in a lover embrace. "You guys going to fuck now or can we at least hang out for a bit." "Yeah, I do need to eat something, David." Dad, Bob, David and I sat down for a light meal but David wanted sex. David finally couldn't take it. "Dad, I'm sorry. I would love to hang with you and Bob, but I have to go fuck John. I can't take it another minute." One thing you can say about our family is that we are direct. "David, you are excused. Bob and I will enjoy the noise." Dad joked. "Come on buddy, time to play." David and I got up from the table going to our beautiful bedroom for the first time in three months. The minute David shut the door he carried me to the bed. He laid me down getting on top of me making love to my entire body. He did not miss an inch of his creamy, smooth-skinned 18-year-old brother. He first kissed me on the lips slowly moving down my neck using lots of tongue. He spent days on my nipples making sure that I was at the peak of desire. He sucked my cock making me edge repeatedly. Each time I was close to orgasm, he moved to my balls and taint. David sat on his haunches lifting one of my legs caressing them while he kissed and licked my feet. David had never been to my feet before. David took it further though as he rolled me onto my stomach burying his face into my ass. David was rimming me. I couldn't fucking believe it but here I was with my legs spread wide while my stud muffin straight brother took those powerful hands of his to spread my cheeks allowing him to explore deep in my crevice with his tongue. I was sure by this point that David had man sex during the three months he was away at college. David had sucked my cock before, but never with such expertise. David had never touched my hole with anything other than his hand and cock. No one, not Dad, not Bob, not Mr. Jenkins had made this type of romantic man love to my body. I made a decision quickly to just allow this to happen and enjoy the moment. I moaned with pleasure occasionally saying `oh, David'. This was a quiet lovemaking. I was not interested in the long verbal diatribes I'm prone to. I wanted to savor the pleasure of this on a deeper, less carnal level. Eventually, David rolled me over on my back. He lubed my waiting man cunt for his big, college stick. David inserted his meat into me. My brother was as gentle with this part of the act as he had been from the beginning. Usually, a rough fucking follows gentleness, but not tonight. David rhythmically moved back and forth in and out of my pussy hole. He bent over kissing me lightly on the lips quietly saying, "I missed you, baby. I love you, John." After that, he arched his back and started to increase the pace. He looked directly into my eyes the entire time. His orgasm was muffled compared to previous times, but there was a sensation of caring desire that trumped any of my other sexual adventures with my brother. When he was finished, he pulled out of my bowels moving down next to me on his back. He took one of his strong arms under me pulling me close and kissing me deeply. He asked me to jack myself off while we kissed. He wanted me to spray my load onto him. He told me that he needed to feel my love as deeply as I felt his. Wow. What a statement. I stretched my orgasm as long as possible because I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to share his spit. And, mostly, I wanted to give him my hot cream to show him how much I cared for him as well. David and I lay in each other's sweaty arms for a several minutes. The post orgasm bliss was palpable. Finally, David pushed away from me enough to look me in the eye. "John, will you do me a favor?" "Sure, David, what?" "Would not have sex with anyone else this week while I'm here?" "Ok. You want me to shut my business down for the week." "Yes." "What about Dad and Bob?" "Dad and Bob too. I want us to just be together while I'm here for Thanksgiving break." David leaned back into me and kissed me deep. I pushed him away to tell him some news. "David, I'm sorry. I am willing to stop my business for this week because trade is slow for Thanksgiving and I have made plenty of money. I cannot agree to be exclusive leaving Dad and Bob out. Their feelings would be hurt if we didn't all have some fun together. I'm sure Dad is looking forward to a load of college cum from your co-ed cock up his ass during your time home. "Besides, on Thanksgiving Day, Joe, Joey and Mr. Brooks are coming. We are going to have a fuck fest after dinner and football. I'm not going to miss that and it would be inappropriate for you to miss it too." I could see in David's demeanor that he didn't know how to react. He knew I was right, but he obviously was perturbed that he wasn't going to get his way. Holidays typically require cooperation between family members and ours was no exception. Granted most families in America were not going to have a naked Thanksgiving dinner followed by football and an orgy. Regardless, our little family was starting new traditions with the women out of the picture. David would have to realize that we were now a group of naked men with each of us having a unique relationship with the other members. Bob and Dad were partners in the truest sense of the word. They were as married as any straight couple on the block, except for the fact that they had lots of extracurricular sexual experiences. Not that some of the members of our little suburban block weren't doing that too, but I think most of our straight neighbors would be shocked at the amount and variety of encounters this couple had. They would probably be a little jealous if they knew how much sex Bob and Dad had with themselves and others including their adult children. Bob and I were good friends. We were business colleagues. Bob was my ultimate boss at the hotel and my advisor about how to run my prostitution enterprise. Bob and I were also fuck buddies. Our sexual escapades were unique to us even though we invited others like Mr. Brooks, Dad, our Italian movers and David into the fold. Dad and I were fuck buddies too; however, Dad and I didn't fuck much together. We typically had sex when others were involved. Dad was the first person I had "sex-sex". That seems so long and many chapters ago. He took my cherry. Dad taught me about love with sex. Yet, as much as I love my Dad, as hot as he is, our relationship is still more Dad and son than stud hairy muscle Daddy plowing young son's deliciously smooth asshole. David was making it clear by his request that he wanted me as his girlfriend. That was just not going to happen. I missed David terribly when he went back to college; however, I had a business to run, I had a relationship with Bob that on many levels was more satisfying, though, I would never tell David that. I could see that David and I were heading in different directions and there was a possibility, or more likely probability, that David was not going to take that well. I could see by his shift in energy after I told him no to his request. What was this girlfriend thing about? Was he lonely? Did he love me as much as he was acting? I couldn't help feeling that if the right woman came along, I would get dumped like a hot potato, except for the random liaison. Was I just easier for him? No, I don't think so because David could get anyone he wanted. There must be more to this. Finally, I had to quote Scarlett O'Hara and get this conversation out of my head. I did that while I was still lying in David's arms. I ignored David's mood change and suggested, "Let's go back and see Bob and Dad for a few minutes before going to bed." "No, I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep. I've had a big day finishing up classes, driving here and being with you. I'm pooped." David responded. "Ok. It's still early for Bob and me since we typically don't get to work until 9 AM." That was a lame reply, but there was a bit of a cut to it, demonstrating that Bob and I hang a lot together. I left our bedroom and went back to watch the tube with Bob and Dad. Dad and Bob were on the couch. Bob was lying on Dad's lap. His cock was a little plump as the two of them were watching "Elementary" on CBS. The English accent and oddly handsome personality of Jonny Lee Miller would be enough to get anyone hard. The three of us would probably jack off and cum during an episode if the homosexual tension between Watson and Sherlock Holmes existed in this American version. Regardless, it is still a decent series. During a commercial Dad asked, "Where's David?" "He decided he was tired and needed to go to bed." Dad cajoled, "Did you wear him out John?" I shot back, "Yeah, my pussy worked his cock so much he's spent. Typical man; has to go to sleep after shooting a load up his brother's cunt." The three of us laughed a lot over that exchange. I didn't let on that there was trouble in paradise between David and me, althought Dad is not stupid and he probably figured something was wrong. I would leave that conversation for a more appropriate moment where we all weren't tired. Bob and I both had Saturday night off and before Dad could make plans for the four of us, David asked me out on a date. I agreed; however, not without a feeling of `oh fuck'. David told me to dress nice because he was taking me to one of the better restaurants in the area. The place was lovely and it was nice to go out with my brother notwithstanding my trepidation. David was the perfect gentleman. He opened the door for the lady (me) both in the car and the restaurant. He pulled out the chair to seat me. We had a small, intimate table. Our waiter was as queer as pink paint. He knew what was going on and was the consummate professional. David and I did small talk for a while. I was extremely interested in his schooling, so David talked a lot about that. I wanted to know because it was becoming clear by that point I was going to make enough money to go to school for the following fall semester. David then started to ask me about what was going on at work. I made the mistake of talking about my business, which he was not interested in hearing about. "John, please don't talk to me about your business. I'm glad that you are learning and making money, but it upsets me that you are doing it." David requested. "Why, David?" "I just don't like the idea of my little brother being a prostitute." David retorted. "Ok. I'll not talk about that anymore." I said. "I am excited about something else, David; something that I have wanted to do for a long time." I said innocently not thinking about the consequences. "Oh, what's that, John?" David said. "I fucked Bob." I was so eager to share the news that I had topped someone. David did not share my enthusiasm. "Oh." There was a long, pregnant pause. You could have cut the tension at the table with a knife. The waiter came up to us at that moment to ask, "Would you gentlemen like some dessert?" David replied, "No, just the check please." I wanted dessert, but it was clear we were leaving. This meal went as badly as I anticipated, if not worse. To the best of my ability to figure out, David had an agenda that included me as his boyfriend/girlfriend who he could control. Being David's girlfriend did not include me sticking my hard dick up a warm, greased asshole and painting the insides with my man juice. As David's girlfriend, I was to always be passive, always to be on the bottom, always surrendering to David's Alpha male energy and cock. This evening pointed out to him that I was becoming my own man, developing my own life, enjoying the fruits of youth and that included several parts that were distasteful to him. We left the restaurant for a very quiet drive home. David did continue to be polite, pulling my chair away from the table, opening doors for me and being a gentleman. We didn't speak on the way home. We took off our clothes at the front door, a custom at our house. David turned to me and said, "Babe, I'm going to watch some television on the couch." "David, you don't want to come to bed with me. You can fuck my cunt. I would love to have you impregnate me tonight." I said playfully. "John, I want to be by myself for a bit." David kissed me and walked into the living room. I walked to our bedroom very sad. I put my clothes away, crawled into bed and moved to my side hoping that David would eventually get over himself and stuff his cock up my waiting moist pussy. I would love to tell you all a story about how David finally chilled and went with the flow that was occurring at our home. David didn't. I woke up the following morning to find that David was not in bed with me. I walked into the living room. He was not in there. I saw a note on the dining room table. Hi Guys, I decided I needed to go back to school and study for finals coming up. See you in December. Love, David Wow. My reaction fascinated me. I didn't cry as I normally do over events such as this. I definitely was irritated because David was hurting Dad more than anyone. I don't like when people hurt my Dad no matter who it is. After some analysis of this calm demeanor to the situation, I concluded that this was a benefit of my school of hard knocks male prostitution business. I cared very much about my clients' happiness as any business does, but I taught myself detachment from these encounters. I showed up to the party, if it worked, great, if it didn't, oh well. When Dad came into the kitchen, I poured him a cup of coffee and showed him the note. I could see Dad's disappointment, but I could also see the years of parenting across his face. Dad said, "John, I told you that I have never understood David and this is a perfect example." "Well Dad, I'm a little annoyed. He didn't get what he wanted from me so he goes back to school using study as an excuse." I alleged. "John, it is what it is. Yes, I'm disappointed and yes, I'm annoyed, but it's not going to ruin our Thanksgiving. David is a grown man even if he is acting like a child. He will come around or he won't. This is not stopping our fun." Dad stood up from the table and gave me a big hug followed by a long, deep kiss. I felt both our cock rise against each other's flat bellies. At that instant, Bob came in. "Man, you guys are starting early." We both laughed. I moved to the kitchen to get breakfast. Bob gave me a long, deep kiss as well. "If you two can do it, so can I." This broke the somberness of the moment. Dad was right; we were going to have a fun Thanksgiving with or without my stud muffin `straight' brother. Dad added a piece to the remodel that he didn't tell Bob and I until the big reveal, as if we were on HGTV. He must have pumped some extra loads in his hot Latino foreman's hole to get that part of the project done. In fact, it could have been where Dad sprayed his jizz up that tight straight cunt. Dad created a playroom in the basement. Dad explained to me that he wanted Bob and his bedroom to be their personal sanctuary. Dad only wanted to have sex with Bob, David and/or me in the master suite. He felt that bringing others into that space would dissipate the energy of our loving relationships by having extra people in our bedrooms. A play area would be the solution. The playroom was fantastic. It was a big space taking up over half the basement. It was a room closed off from the rest of the cellar. When in there you wouldn't look across while fucking some hole and see the washer and dryer. Dad put a sturdy king bed in it. Since there was no other guest room in the house, if you were staying over, that's where the bed was. I laughed thinking about grandma and grandpa getting a lovely night's sleep next to ten different brands of lube, a sling and a St. Andrew's cross. Dad put in a huge shower with four rainfall heads. There was a bidet for cleaning out. There were towels enough for a gay bathhouse, sheets both cloth and plastic. He even put in a drain in the center of the room for cleaning and watersports. The lighting was incredible. It could be stark bright or low and sensuous depending on the scene. Bob set up his camera and computer equipment so anything we did down there could be recorded for posterity. This was our family's photo album. I could see us all sitting around some evening in our 80s watching and remember how much cum we produced out of our piss slots. Ah memories. As annoyed as I was at David leaving, from a business standpoint it worked out well. I did a two-night stint Monday and Tuesday before Thanksgiving with a nice man who was very lonely and didn't have anyone to be with. I was glad to have the money, $5,000 (I give a $500 discount for the second night), but, mostly, I was happy to be of service to someone who didn't have a family or lover to be with. I even thought about inviting him to our Thanksgiving dinner, but I knew not to bring my business home. Part of the boyfriend experience is the illusion that I'm his. Meeting my family would make it clear that my love was for others. The big day came. Bob, Dad and I were up early. I started the turkey because dinner was going to be around 1 PM. Bob and Dad cleaned, then came into the kitchen to prep side dishes and set the dining room table. Joe and Joey arrived first around noon. Bob greeted them at the door naked for the neighbors to see. Joe and Joey immediately took their clothes off and Bob put them away in the hall closet. It is just like when you go to someone's home and they take your coat; only with us, we take your clothes. It was very nice to see both of them again, particularly Joey who I had the hots for. I was looking forward to nursing those nipples again. Mr. Brooks arrived shortly thereafter. When I introduced Joe and Joey to Mr. Brooks, their jaws dropped at the sight of Mr. Brook's enormous cock. In fact, Joe reached out to shake Mr. Brooks' hand, but instead, shook his cock. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Brooks." We all laughed. Mr. Brooks was a great sport about the extraordinary size of his penis. The six of us sat down to a lovely meal. We thanked God from the bottom of our hearts that we were so blessed with lovely friends, good food and a nice home. We didn't say Grace often at our house, but it was a nice gesture for us six naked men to give thanks. The conversation was fun and rollicking. We all got along famously as if we were friends for a long time. Joe and Joey insisted on cleaning up afterwards. They thought it was the least they could do for our kindness. We did learn that Joe and Joey had been excommunicated from their family. Similar to how the women of our family treated us, Joe and Joey being father and son and in a homosexual committed relationship was too much. Joe and Joey didn't have a lot of friends, partly because they did work a lot, but also because of their relationship. Regardless of what society thinks about them, it was obvious they were in love with each other. Most would be envious to have such a bond with their mate. We retired to the living room to watch some football and zone out allowing the tryptophan to pass through our bodies. At one point, I went to the bathroom and when I came back I enjoyed looking at these five studly, naked men sprawled out. Joey was on the floor fast asleep. Bob, Dad and Mr. Brooks were on the couch with Mr. Brooks fat cock flopped over the side. Joe was on a recliner also asleep. "Hey guys, if we're going to sleep, let's go down to the basement and get on the bed." I knew by saying that there would be no more sleeping. We all groggily went down to the playroom; however, everyone became fully awake upon seeing the magnificent space. The first thing Dad, Bob and I did was grab Mr. Brooks. We preplanned overpowering Mr. Brooks because he loves bondage. We took him right over to the St. Andrew's cross. We put leather leg and wrist straps on him and attached him to the cross. Mr. Brooks' cock was super hard. With so much blood in his cock, I thought he might pass out. We all took turns playing with his cock and his body. Naturally, as a nipple fiend, I was thrilled to be on his tits. Mr. Brooks was amazingly hot. He kept his studious glasses on the whole time, which added so much to his appeal. I fooled around all over his furry, muscled body. Others attempted to deep throat the largest phallic device on the planet. You could have four men's tongues on his cock and no one would be touching each other. The Joes stroked their cocks watching the three of us give Mr. Brooks his fantasy, bounded and worshiped. After an appropriate amount of attention to our Mr. Brooks, we left him bound to the cross while the rest of us piled onto the bed. All he could do was watch. Once again, the younger guys split off from the older ones. Joey and I made out. It felt so good to have my hands on his muscled body. Brick shithouses are fun. The hardness of his bulk, the layer upon layer of muscle was just as magnificent as I remembered. Naturally, my mouth moved to service mode of those mounds of pectorals. As my lips encircled his areolas, he took his strong hands forcing my face down on his tits. Joey commanded, "Suck them you tit whore. Nurse on me. Work them so hard you get milk. Give them the respect they deserve. I've worked hard on those babies just for nipples sluts like you. Feel the strength of my pecs. Make love to them fucker. Yeah baby. That's what that mouth is for. Sucking man nips. Nothing tastes better, does it fucker? You are such a tit whore. Man you are hot. Look at you bury yourself in my breasts. You didn't get enough milk as a kid because you still want some. Fuck yeah. Come here fucker." Joey grabbed me off the bed leading me over to the sling. "Get in there, buddy. I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna shoot my jizz up your hole and you are gonna play with my nipples the whole time. The harder you play with my nips, the harder I fuck you." I climbed into the sling. I had never been in one before. I took the far chains with my arms to pull my body onto the leather. The feel of the leather against my naked back was intoxicating. I smelled the fresh hide. It was as if I was having sex in a motorcycle jacket. I let my pretty boy white ass cheeks hang over the side in anticipation of the insertion of my fireplug's hose nozzle. My legs raised up over my head awaiting their resting spot on his bulked trapezius muscles. Joey moved into position. He took my legs placing one on each side of his handsome Italian face. He took aim with his equally fetching Italian sausage inserting the coveted meat into the warm cavern of my bowels. I continued to stare at this magnificently sculpted creature while moaning the deeper he brought himself into me. This was hot. Once we were all adjusted, once his bludgeoning instrument reached its maximum fathom, Joey leaned into me close enough that I could touch his man tits with my hands. "Ok fucker. Take a hold of my nipples. Work those fuckers hard. The harder you work, the harder I fuck." I took hold of his pectorals holding on for dear life. It was true. I manhandled those protruding areolas. They felt so good in my hands and fingers. I squeezed. I pinched. I pulled. I twisted. The harder I worked, the harder he fucked, as promised. Within short order, he was slamming his cock in and out of my pussy hole screaming every obscenity in the book with lots of `fuck yeahs!' thrown in. Mirrors on the ceiling and walls gave me witness to the flexing and contortions of his body built. I could see the huge globes of his gluts tightening and puckering with each thrust. "Ok fucker. Here comes your reward for work well done on my tits. Oh, man you got one sweet ass. Tighten up that sphincter and pull that cum out of my cock. Take it baby." RAM "Take it baby." BAM "Take my fucking cock, man. Take my fucking load. Here it comes fucker. Here comes your buddy's baby makers. Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." Joey collapsed on top of me. I was concerned the sling would not hold, but I consoled myself by saying that Dad had fucked his Latino supervisor's ass enough to rest assured that sling's strength including the bolts was sufficient. We all knew that over the years to come, that sling was going to get a lot of use. Having Joey caved in on me was great for a few minutes, but the little stud was solid rock crushing me with his bulging muscles. Not to break the mood in the room, I whispered to him quietly he had to get off me or I was going to asphyxiate. He pushed himself off me, pulled out of my wrecked hole, and walked over to Mr. Brooks. Joey started to move his hands all over Mr. Brooks' body. They were both the same height. Joey moved to him sticking his tongue deep down Mr. Brooks' throat. Mr. Brooks went hard again. The size of his cock made it difficult for Joey to keep the long wet kissing going. I said difficult, not impossible. I was getting out of the sling to witness the other activity in the playroom particularly watching Joey in action with Mr. Brooks. Joey seductively whispered into Mr. Brooks' ear while gently stroking the massive man meat, "Mr. Brooks. You want to get down from here? You want to be released from your shackles? You want someone to play with your body? You want someone to play with your hole? How about if more than one of us play with your body? How about if more than one of us play with your hole? Would you like that Mr. Brooks? Huh. Would you?" Joey was making Mr. Brooks crazy. He moved his hands up to Mr. Brooks' wrists pretending to release him from his bounds. Mr. Brooks was groaning and moaning. Mr. Brooks kept saying, `yes sir, please sir, untie me sir.' This was fascinating watching Joey hypnotize Mr. Brooks. I think Mr. Brooks would have gone to the ends of the earth for Joey at that moment. "Yeah buddy. I'm going to release you now. You're going to come with me. We're going to take good care of you this evening Mr. Brooks." Joey unlatched his wrists. Mr. Brooks steadied himself by holding onto Joey's shoulders. I thought Mr. Brooks might cum right then from the look on his face as he felt the warmth and strength emitting from Joey's stud body. Joey bent down to undo the ankle restraints. Joey raised back up, "Come here baby. Hold onto Daddy. That's a good boy. Daddy's going to make you feel good." Wow. 25-year-old Joey Geovanni had the hutzpah to play `Daddy'. Fucking hot. Mr. Brooks melted into Joey's beautiful physique. I knew what that felt like and although I don't think I was as far gone as Mr. Brooks, the feel of Joey was unforgettable in human history. By this point, the three guys who had been playing this whole time with each other paying little attention to the younger set in the sling even during Joey's orgasm, were now fixated on the manipulation of Mr. Brooks' mind by Dad Joey. I was standing by the side stroking my cock slowly as to stay hard and excited but not go over the edge from the sexual charge afoot. Joey led Mr. Brooks over to the sling and ever so gently helped our human relations manager into a position to be completely dominated. Joey reattached the wrist restraints to the chains above Mr. Brooks' head. He positioned Mr. Brooks' ass so that it was available over the side of the leather for whatever would cum its way. Joey reached each leg up along the chains and attached the ankle restraints securing Mr. Brooks into place. Joey took a nice big hand full of lube. He leaned over to Mr. Brooks face starting to kiss him gently while using his left hand to insert the necessary oils to prepare for the upcoming assault on the HR's ass. All Mr. Brooks could do was moan. All we could do was watch this spectacle especially the reaction of the massive cock attached to our fettered bottom pig. The projectile fell from one side to the next, stood straight up, relaxed letting some blood flow out, then back to rigid again. That cock was mesmerizing. Joey said, "Hey Dad. We got a live one over here. Why don't you give him some Dad? Why don't you show him what created me?" Joe didn't need any further invitation. Daddy Joe aimed his mature cock into Mr. Brooks' anticipating hole. Joe looked right into Mr. Brooks' eyes and said, "Ok buddy. Now you are going to get some hot Italian Daddy cream." Joe took his massive paws onto Mr. Brooks' shoulders forcing the two of them together. Joe was rough. He fucked our Mr. Brooks hard. Mr. Brooks was screaming and carrying on. The obscenities and writhing from my HR manager was such juxtaposition from the even-tempered, always polite, and well-mannered to a fault Mr. Brooks of our five-star hotel. Of course, I knew he was a pig. Bob knew he was a pig. Mr. Brooks knew he was a pig. That's what made it so fun to watch him go so deeply into pigdome that I feared he would not be able to get out of the slop pit. Joe fired a nice load up the thrashing cunt, pulled out and slapped his butt. "Hot fuck man. Thanks." Joey said, "Next." Bob went at it with furfur. Bob had fucked Mr. Brooks many times before so this pussy was old news but just as fresh as the first time. Mr. Brooks was a great fuck particularly when he was tied up. Grab some rope and chains and turn him into a bitch whore. Easy peasy. I loved watching Bob fuck. He was a master. He was one sexy fucker, not so much from his looks as from his energy. He was a man in every sense of the word. He could give and take with the best of them. At that moment, he was giving his bear honey to his employee and friend. It was a sight. Next up was Dad. Dad was not quite the sexual exhibitionist that Bob and I were, but he was a mean fuck and a goddamn handsome hairy Daddy stud. Mr. Brooks was wild by this point after having two man loads deposited into his bowels. By this point, we were becoming a cheerleading squad egging Dad on to fuck him hard. "Fuck him Dad. Make him scream. Yeah Dad. Do it. Fuck him." I was given the privilege of last. I was honored and a little scared. From the moment I met Mr. Brooks, I wanted to fuck him, but I had to fuck Bob first. I wanted Bob to break my top cherry, which he had done recently. That lesson gave me the confidence to proceed and seconds after Dad splattered Mr. Brooks' innards, he pulled out and I shoved in. By this point, the screams, moans and fuck yeahs were non-stop. I was fucking Mr. Brooks' ass and the rest of them were moving their hands all over Mr. Brooks' amazing preppy body. Having him still wear his glasses gave me all the incentive I needed to fulfill my dream of cum dumping my superior. Mr. Brooks, of course, could not touch his cock because his hands were bound to the chains above the sling. Joey started to play with the monster encouraging both of us on to shoot simultaneously. "Yeah. Come on guys. Do it. Shoot those fucking loads. Orgasm now. Cum now. Fucking cum now. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot." We pulled it off. Mr. Brooks shot more cum out of a cock than I had ever seen. I think it was more than any of the rest of them had seen either. I unloaded pounding his hole hard arching back and forth screaming "Yeah Fuck Yeah Fuck!" When it was over the sweat was pouring down my face and body. I'd never had that kind of perspiration running track in 100 degree heat. Suddenly we all started laughing. We just couldn't help ourselves. The whole experience was mind-blowing. The intensity and seriousness of the play could only be released with a good long guffaw. The six of us moved into the big shower soaping and cleaning each other up. We all got semi-hard again, but no one was up for seconds. There was a lot of kissing and hugging and horseplay. After drying off, we went back upstairs. I offered coffee and a dessert, but everyone was ready to go home. I brought Mr. Brooks, Joe and Joey their clothes from the closet. They dressed in the entry. We all kissed and hugged. Mr. Brooks left first. It was clear that Joe was delaying a moment. He wanted to say something in private to the three of us. "Guys. I cannot thank you enough for allowing us into your home. It was the nicest Thanksgiving Joey and I ever had with other people. Thanks for accepting us. Not many do and sometimes we feel lonely." Joe started to cry, which of course, got me going. We had a group hug and the father/son lovebirds went home to their nest. Dad, Bob and I gave each other a hug with thank yous and moved off to bed. I walked into my empty bedroom without my friend and brother by my side. It was too bad that David didn't see the advantage of sharing. I felt sad; however, I was more content and appreciative for the marvelous life I had. Not many men have the opportunities I was having at such a young age or, for that matter, ever. Regardless of how things would work out with David, I was a very blessed man. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for writing. Please keep sending your thoughts on this story. They are very motivating. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com