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I had the day off, not only from my regular job at the hotel, but there was no client scheduled for my `boyfriend experience' business. I love how there is even a politically correct term for male prostitution. When I awoke, Dad was draped over me and Bob was gone. I slinked out from under Dad's clutches hopefully, not rousing him to go pee. I racehorsed a load of urine into the toilet. It was so loud, I'm sure that I would wake Dad. Sure enough, Dad had stirred by the time I returned; however, not in the way I anticipated. What I saw was my beefy, muscle Daddy father sprawled on his stomach. His legs were spread wide. He had taken his strong hands and pulled the sides of his ass cheeks apart exposing his bum hole. `Gee, I wonder what he wants.' I said to myself sarcastically. Never one to turn down an invitation, I walked to the foot of the bed and crawled up to his waiting hole. I moved my hands up and down his thick, hairy thighs massaging deep into the inner part. Over my time in the whore business, I had learned that working those inside thighs just each side of the taint would arouse even the most frozen man sexually. Dad was hardly frozen sexually, so I didn't have to work hard before he was humping the mattress with what could only be a stout, hard Daddy dick. He started to raise and lower his ass in syncopation with deep, throaty moans coming from his vocal cords. The invite was obvious. I wanted to savor this, though, as long as possible. Before providing my rod to his sphincter, I had to do a tasting. I held onto his inner thighs as I first moved my face to his taint and balls. Dad had purposely placed his jizz holders so they were easy to access at the bottom of the intersection of his massive legs. I started licking them while purposely placing my nose directly onto his butt hole. This gave both of us double sensations. I was tasting the sweet containers from which my life started some nineteen years earlier and I was smelling the delicious musty scent of Dad arse making sure I rubbed enough onto my snout that I would continue to experience the whiff of the bun bosom aroma when I started to fuck him. Dad was feeling my hands continually manipulating his thighs, my tongue discerning his scrotum, and the sensation of my nose teasing the rim of his canyon. Since Dad didn't get fucked often, it was good to start small because I would soon impale him with son cock. The deeper my schnozzle delved into him; the harder he tirelessly pulled his butt cheeks apart. This fucker wanted his teenage son's man meat bad. I was driving him crazy with my posterior play to the point where he started to cry out "Fuck me, son. Fuck me. Please give me your cock. I want you inside me. Oh my God. Please. Please insert your man in me. I want you so bad. I need your sword. Please, please, please, oh my God, I can't take the teasing anymore. I've got to have it. Stick it in me. I'm begging you. I'm desperate for you. Skewer me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh God. Please, John. Please. Give me your cock." Wow. I was thoroughly getting off from the anguish in his voice pleading to have me pistol his poop shoot. I raised my head away from his balls placing my warm tongue directly into his hole. The man was going insane by this point. He wanted my cock, but I wasn't quite ready to give him that. If I was going to fuck my father for the first time, I was going to be in control of the situation. Besides, I wanted the palate of his butt crack on my taste buds. He wasn't going to get my cock until I was finished eating breakfast. "Oh God John. No. Please. No more tongue. I can't take it. It's too much. I'm too hot. I may cum if you don't get your cock in me soon. I want cock. I need cock. Please, son, cock. Cock. Cock. Cock. No more. I going nuts. Oh fuck that feels so good. Oh yeah buddy. Do I taste good? I hope so. Oh man. Damn you are fucking good, buddy. I feel you've been practicing behind my back. Eh son? You've been practicing with others, haven't you? Wow, I could never do that at your age. Fuck me. Oh, John, please fuck me. I got to have your man cock. I want your jizz. I want your baby. Please, fuck your father. Please fuck him now." At this point, even my tolerance level was at its peak. I lifted my head away from Dad's ass, moving my cock into position. Dad had placed the lube right next to his torso, so I didn't have to reach far. I fingered his hole for a minute making sure that the machine receptor was well-oiled. Next, I did the same to the machine. There is nothing like the feel of lube seconds before insertion into a man's dark, warm bowels. My cock was so hot that I wouldn't have been surprised if the lube melted off onto the sheets. Taking ahold of the shaft, I aimed directly at my Dad's handsome joy hole. Slowly the head of my rod disappeared into him. Dad let out a guttural moan that was deeper than I had ever heard. Dad wasn't waiting for me. He pushed his ass onto my cock. I relented and lowered completely into the inner sanctum. I laid my beautiful, svelte body onto my Dad's beefy back. I took the hand with the lube still on it forcing it into his mouth. Dad immediately started sucking on it tasting the stink from his hole. After he cleaned my fingers, I placed each of my hands onto his pectoral muscles. I'm a big, ole' tit whore and I was going to hold onto those hairy fuckers hard. I leaned in close to his ear whispering, "Ready?" I didn't wait for a reply. I started pounding. I started fucking. I started skewering my Dad's ass. This was the last frontier. Bob had brought my inner top out. I had fucked Bob. I was fucking clients at the hotel. It was time to fuck my father and Dad knew it. Dad had probably wanted me to fuck him for a long time, but being the wonderful father he was not going to force the issue. He knew I was topping now and he wanted a piece of the action. "Fuck me son. Fuck me John. Rip my hole. Cream me. Make me your bitch, buddy. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Oh God. You feel so good buddy. You feel so hot. You are such a man now. Wow. This is incredible. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Give me you cock, son. Give it to me. Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah. I love it. Give it to me. I want your cock. Damn, I need your cock. Shit, I've waited for this for a long time. Fuck me John. Fuck me. Oh yeah. Come on buddy. Cream my ass. Cream my bowels. Pass those babies onto me, as I did making you nineteen years ago. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck." Dad moved beyond his discourse into a series of `fuck me's and fuck yeah's'. Where have I heard this before? I joined in to keep the communication going. "Oh yeah, Dad. You're fucking hot. What a great ass! Man, I've wanted to do this for a long time. I love you, Dad. I want to give you my jizz. I want to cream your insides. Of fuck man. You are one hot Daddy. Wow." Finally, I could no longer continue the verbal spewing. I was pounding my Dad's ass harder than I could remember fucking anyone or being fucked by anyone. This event would transcend our lives. I could no longer take it, and I'm sure Dad couldn't either. My cock erupted into his love canal my spasms repeated for at least a minute. I finally collapsed into the mound of sweat and stink that was my Dad's beefcake body. We were spent. I rolled Daddy over onto his side while leaving my cock in the warmth of his recesses. I reached around to his cock to feel his jizz soaking the sheets and his softening Daddy rod. I gently kissed the back of his neck whispering, "I love you, Dad." We feel asleep again for another hour before we both woke by the need to pee. I staggered into the kitchen to turn on the coffee. Dad came in shortly thereafter walking up behind me and kissing me on the neck. "Thank you, son." About midday, Bob called Dad. Dad was listening saying ok and yes. When he hung up, Dad said with a smirk, "Bob wants to go on a little adventure." I knew what that meant. Bob was the glue of the family. He was the most progressive. He was the smartest. He was the most even-keeled. Yet, every man has a breaking point. Bob could only go so long without exposing his body. Bob could have sex every single day with multiple men behind closed doors and it wouldn't fix his need for exhibitionism. Bob had given up broadcasting his naked self over the Internet on his pay website when he moved in with Dad and rented out his house. I don't know why. Maybe Dad didn't want to be shown to the world 24/7. I don't think that was it, though. My bet was that he had a reverence to our relationship in our home between Dad, himself and me. Bob didn't come up in an easy suburban lifestyle. I believe he had a respect for what Dad had accomplished in his life and didn't want to exploit it. Broadcasting oneself alone in one's home is one thing. Doing it with a loving family of three was quite different. He knew we had something special going on and didn't want to mar that. Nevertheless, Bob's desire for exposure could not be completely restrained. He needed to publically display his naked body. He needed to have other man witness him jack off or have sex. The winter was dragging on as winters do. The fun of going to the park and fucking was not an option. Having guys over to the playroom helped, but it didn't solve the risk and anonymity part of his desires. Frankly, this craving of Bob's was so prodigious that I am surprised he was always able to control it at work. A hotel is a perfect place to be an exhibitionist, walking naked down a hall, jacking off in the sauna, sucking cock in the men's room. The opportunities were endless. It must have taken all of Bob's inner strength to quell his needs on the job. Of course, it did help that every night when he got in his car after work he took his clothes off and drove home naked. Maybe that was enough. Regardless, whatever Dad was about to tell me, I knew involved at least the three of us being naked in public and having some sort of sex. I smiled at Dad and asked, "So what's he want to do now?" Dad described the part he knew. "Bob said we were going on a little overnight road trip." "Really." "Yeah, he said to pack a light bag. He specifically said we were to wear a dark t-shirt, dark, loose fitting shorts that we could easily get out of and dark colored tennis shoes with low cut socks." "Wow. Talk about specific." I responded. Dad mused, "Yeah, he is funny. Anyway, he is picking up his friend from the drive-thru on the way home. You know, the one with the big dick who we shoot cum for while we pick up our hamburgers." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, Dad, I know." As if, I really would forget shooting a load of cum at the drive-thru window of the local burger joint. Dad continued, "He said we would text went Ted was in the car. He would pull into the garage. We were to throw our stuff in the trunk. He wanted us to wear shoes, but nothing else for the drive." "Wow. He needs it bad." I said. "Yeah. It should be an escapade. You know how he gets when he has to expose." We both laughed. We packed a little bag. Found the required outfit. Decided we should take a nap since it was going to be a long evening. I wondered what we were going to do about dinner, but I figured this was Bob's show. He would decide. Bob text about 6 PM saying that Ted was in the car and they were on their way. Dad and I were ready. Our bags were by the door to the garage. Our tennis shoes were on; nothing else. When we heard the garage door open, we didn't wait for Bob to close it. We walked out naked, threw our stuff in the trunk, and Bob backed right out again. We were on the freeway in no time. It was dark thus; nobody could notice there were four naked men in a small sedan cruising down the highway. Dad and Bob were having a polite discussion in the front seats, while I was chatting up and getting to know Ted better. We had never talked. The most experience I had with Ted was seeing him lean out the drive-thru window while I timed an orgasm with our fries and burgers arrival. Ted was a good guy. He was a huge exhibitionist. He told me about many of his adventures with Bob prior to Bob meeting me. Ted was in his early twenties. He was pudgy and mostly hairless. His main attraction was his amazing cock. It ranked with Mr. Brooks' banger. He lightly played with it while we talked. I spent some time with my hands around it as well; however, we were not going to proceed to the point of no return. We all had a special evening ahead of us, whatever that was since Bob had not said yet. Ted possessed some nice nipples. They were not the rock hard examples that Mr. Brooks, my Dad or Joey provided. His were soft and pliable. His areolas were large. I couldn't resist spending some time leaning over for a sampling. Thank goodness, shoulder belts are flexible so I could obey the law of keeping my seatbelt on. I wonder if there was a law about driving naked. Ted moaned the second my tongue started to wet the tip of his man boob. I was so happy I had found another man who appreciated a nipple whore. His third leg responded in kind. We were going to have some fun. Bob spoke up from the front seat telling how Ted was his best extra attraction on his website. Ted loved to cam. He would come over to Bob's, watch porn while getting online and edging for hours. Bob said ratings were high whenever Ted came around. Eventually, his clients were asking for special Ted sessions. Sometimes Bob and Ted played together and sometimes Ted was solo. Regardless, Ted made a nice extra income from it. This moved the conversation to a new level. Bob brought up a proposal. "I was going to talk about this later; however, since the three of us our in captive audience mode, not to mention horned beyond rational thinking, I have an idea." Dad laughed. I wasn't sure if he already knew what it was or not. He was immediately agreeable when Bob explained his proposal. My take is Dad loved Bob. Dad had been in a relationship for twenty some odd years with my Mom before the divorce. Dad knew how to be accepting of spousal ideas and going with the flow. This may or may not have been what Dad wanted, but Dad knew it would make Bob happy. Bob continued. "Guys, I want to start a gay porn company. There is not a lot of money in it anymore because the Internet is so saturated with free porn, but there are still enough guys willing to pay that it will cover all business costs and make an income enough to bother. The other motivation for doing it is I have to have an exhibitionist outlet. You all know that I can only go so long with just regular sex, no matter how much I love you both. I mean this is the whole reason we are in the car tonight. I need to be naked and show." My eyes were wide and Dad was having a hearty laugh. This was Bob's Achilles heel. Bob was the consummate lover, boss, employee, manager, partner and friend. He was enlightened beyond most mortals. I never saw him waver under any of those titles as long as I had or would know him. Bob still had one part that was untamable. He had to expose his body. He had taken personal risks to quiet the imperious urges deep in his psyche that required getting naked, having others see him naked and preforming sexually with or without partners. This I learned over the years is the beauty of the human condition. We all have our thing that doesn't match with the rest of what we present to the world. I was much the same way. Most people that knew me thought I was a lovely young man with a promising future. I was handsome, generous and kind. I was an outstanding employee to the two places I had worked. My teachers in school adored me because I toad the line well. Yet, I was a male prostitute with a booming business making enough money for my college education. I was as much an exhibition as Bob. I was a sex pig having had over fifty men my first year of regular sex-sex, as I used to call it. Another example was our original family. The four kids and my folks were the perfect suburban clan. Mom was a devoted homemaker and mother. Dad worked hard to provide. We owned a home with two cars. All four kids were good not causing a lot of trouble. The contrast was we were all nudists. On top of that, once Mom decided to find her own life, Dad admitted to being a homosexual. He then fell in love with another man. Bob and Dad then brought me, his son, into their relationship. Nothing ever is, as it seems. The people in this world that don't appreciate that, are the ones who are most miserable and controlling of others. Dad responded quickly. Much faster than my interrupting diatribe between the last dialog of this story and now. "Bob, I'm fine with it. Where do you want to do this?" "I want to start in the playroom. I have enough equipment to do a practice run before we start filming and marketing. I have my client list from the old website, so I have a built-in database of potential customers even before the search engines would find the new site." Bob was almost giddy with receiving acceptance from his partner. I know, I'm a partner too, but Dad was the one he had to get on board. I was a given. I was `ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille. Just tell me when to get hard. Do you want me to walk down the staircase stroking my rod, playing with my tits, or both?' Bob said to Dad, "Thank you. It will be fun." Dad wryly replied, "I'm sure it will, Bob." Bob turned his attention to the backseat, "Ted, would you like to be in my first picture?' "You bet, Bob. Let me know and I'll be there." I chimed in, "What about me?" Bob parentally replied, "The three of us will have to discuss that at another time." Surprisingly, I wasn't hurt by that. I knew that Dad already had enough problems with my cocksucking, ass-fucking enterprise. I'm not sure he would be happy with me naked in front of the camera. Bob pulled off at the next exit. He drove behind a building and stopped the car. He opened the trunk retrieving clothes so that we could go into a restaurant and eat. Unbeknownst to me, we had arrived at our destination. After having dinner, we got back in the car only to drive across the street to a chain hotel. Bob said, "Ok, let's go check in. Take a piss or dump, if necessary. Get our dark clothes on and head off to tonight's festivities. I chimed in, "What are the festivities?" Bob answered, "You'll see, John." Bob went up to the front desk and checked in. When the agent behind the counter recognized the hotel Bob was affiliated with, the treatment became extra special. We went up to a nice one-bedroom suite with living room, kitchenette, and two queen beds. All of us were excited so we didn't spend much time. We focused on proper sex preparation relieving ourselves, as well as a general cleanout. Now it was time to depart. We left most everything in the room including most of our money and clothes. The four of us trooped through the lobby in tight black t-shirts, black baggies and black shoes. I'm sure the desk clerk was beside himself. Bob drove back on the freeway one exit. Off to the side of the road was a tall neon sign entitled "ADULT". I was amazed I missed it before. I must have been too excited about Bob's business proposal to notice. We circled around to this huge parking lot in a mostly abandoned business complex. To the side were several 18-wheelers. I thought, `oh, boy, trucker meat.' Bob stopped the car and gave further instructions. "Ok guys. We are here. This adult bookstore has a single entrance fee theater. The cost of entry is $20.00. Here is a twenty for each of you. Inside, you will find a theater showing straight porn, a theater showing gay porn, and single video booths that are included in your fee. Some have glory holes. Some do not. The theaters have large black leatherette overstuffed sofas to sit on. "This is Saturday night. There are lots of people here. There may be some women, but probably not. Some of the straight guys need to be handled with kid gloves. Don't want to freak out your prey. As in deer hunting, one must be patient. The reason we are wearing dark clothes is so we don't glow in the dark from the soft lighting. Take your clothes off at your discretion. I suggest we stagger our entry. I'll go in last since I have the car keys. I would like us to play as if we don't know each other. If one of you is done before the rest of us, just hang watching the movies. "I know I am sounding a little dictatorial here; however, we have to have a coordinated plan so everyone gets their fun time." We all agreed and didn't feel Bob was being controlling. It made a lot of sense and more sense after we all got inside. I volunteered to go first. I exited the car with my $20 in hand and my ID in my shoe. Entering the bookstore, it was a huge place. There were aisles and aisles of porn DVDs, magazines, sex toys, lingerie, and lube. It was a straight man fantasy come to life. I found the entrance to the theater. I put my money in the machine and the door clicked open. I walked down a hall to the booth area. There were guys standing around. Some were lightly playing pocket pool with their cocks. Some were entering and leaving the video booths. Sometimes I heard a noise of it locking. Sometimes the door remained ajar inviting a guest. After a few minutes, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I proceeded to the straight theater. There were several men lying on the couches. Some had their cocks out and stroking. Some were playing pocket pool. A couple of guys were giving men blowjobs. This was fun to watch, plus the straight porn was super hot. It was the kind of porn where the director gave lots of screen time to the guy, as well as the gal. I don't enjoy the screams of women having sex; however, watching straight men plow some cunt hard and raw is amazing. I stayed in this theater for some time. I eventually saw my Dad, Bob and Ted walk through. Dad stayed in the straight film area. He sat down on one of the couches with the best view of the action. He pulled his dick out of his shorts and started stroking. It wasn't long before he took his shirt off. When a man as handsome and studly as my Dad takes his shirt off, guys notice. In no time flat someone was on his knees taking Dad's hard cock down his throat. From my year in the sex business, I pegged the guy as straight with a hankering for cock. It didn't look like he wanted to be touched or take it to another level in the privacy of a booth. He just wanted to taste the sweet essence of another man. I winked at Dad as I walked by heading to the gay theater. Now this was where the serious action was. There were several men over on a couch area naked and fucking. I immediately took off my clothes and threw them aside hoping that no one would steal them. I joined in the action fast and within short order, a big, burly trucker was fucking my hole with his stumpy thick middle-aged cock. Yeah Daddy, fuck me. Another guy crawled up on the couch to force his dick down my throat, which I immediately accepted with graciousness. Trucker Daddy shot a load up my man cunt. He leaned over afterwards, gave me a big kiss and a thank you. When he left, I started working on another cock in my mouth failing to see who was moving in to spread my hole. As the cock continued and continued to enter widening my bowels, I needed to see who my invader was. This was a big one. I smiled when I understood that Ted was gently inch by inch taking his cock deeper and deeper into my love nest. Normally, I wouldn't allow such a large cock to enter my money maker; however, I had spent two hours in the car with that dick. I was going to sleep in the same bed that night with this man. I figured; if I was too stretched, I could just have a little tuck to tighten me back up. There was no way I going to stop Ted from fucking the shit out of me. I was so relaxed and enjoying the pleasures of this place, so much that I took Ted's massive monster cock with ease. I had never been filled with something so large. I briefly thought that if I can take Ted, I could take Mr. Brooks. That was a nice thought because I have wanted Mr. Brooks to fuck me since the day I met him and he shot a load all over my naked body in the hotel suite. Ted started plowing my hole. I realized he was going for it. He was not waiting for the next guy or the next. He was going to deposit his sperm deep in me. I felt honored. It was sweet watching his man boobs bounce and his belly giggle on my thighs. He reminded me of my old friend Matt. A crowd gathered around watching this amazing cock move in and out of my ass. I know the whole scene was hot, but the cock definitely was the star of this theatrical production. I looked around and saw Dad and Bob stroking their cocks. I knew they weren't going to cum yet. They were just there for the show. I wasn't going to cum either. I wanted more after this. Ted grunted loudly. He was depositing his babies for my pregnancy. That cock would ruin an RG (real girl) pussy. Thank goodness, Ted was gay. I don't think a woman could take it. Ted pulled out and slapped me on the ass. He whispered in my ear, "See you later buddy." I just smiled. Dad and Bob walked away to another area. I worked myself up off the couch. Two loads were enough for the time being. I took a break in one of the booths flipping channels just like at home, except every channel someone was being fucked, shooting a load, or fingering a pussy or ass. Not more than a minute until a piece of meat entered through one of the holes. Then, there was another cock on the other side. Rest period over. Back to work. I alternated between the two; jacking one with my hand, sucking one with my cock. They both deposited loads down my throat. In fact, I must have stayed in the booth for about an hour. One after another was presented, usually in stereo, but sometimes in monaural. After ten or so loads down my willing throat, I decided it was time to go find my partners in crime. I found Bob naked in the straight theater sucking on a cock. His clothes were nowhere to be found. Bob was getting what he so needed. He was naked. He was exposed. He was having public sex. He was being watched. Guys were jacking off looking at him. I placed a finger into his ass. Bob moved his hands to his butt cheeks to pull them apart indicating I was free to enter. I leaned into his ear and said, "I want to fuck you now right here." Bob didn't say a word. He removed his mouth from the cock he was servicing and simply rolled his body over onto the couch raising his legs in the air. I proceeded to mount my friend and partner. I knew this was the climax of the evening. Bob pulled me close giving me a long kiss as I inserted my hard, throbbing meat into his hole. "Fuck me, John." He whispered. I did. I plowed his ass. The scene was perfect Bob. Bob got what he wanted. A crowd gathered. Out of the corner of my eye were Dad and Ted. They were both stroking away. I realized they were going to cum on Bob while I fucked him. Even the straight guys who were only there for a blowjob came over. There must have been ten or fifteen guys around. This was amazing being the center of attention. Now Bob was the main attraction, but I was the pounder. I was happy being his co-star. Bob groaned and cussed while I fucked and fucked. I started to move towards the climax of tonight's show. Bob was jacking hard too. Dad and Ted understood where I was and moved their cocks accordingly. I unloaded deep into Bob as Bob's ass muscles tightened around my prick from the juice spewing out of his bear cub man sausage. Ted and Dad each started to emit all over Bob's hairy chest, his little belly and those scrumptious dark brown nipples I have enjoyed so often in the past few years. Ted and Dad stepped back and a few other men unloaded onto Bob's chest and face. He was a creamsicle from the Good Humor men of the theater. I pulled out of Bob's luscious manhole, lifted him from his prone perch and kissed him feeling all the hot cum splattered on his body between us. It was so appropriate. This was just like how we used to play in the theater back home except I was the bottom then. Now, I not only topped Bob, I fucked him in public. I was so happy to give this experience to the man I loved so much. None of us needed to say anything to the other. We knew it was time to go. Bob walked around looking for his clothes. When we met at the entrance door, Bob was still naked. He said he couldn't find his clothes. Now whether that was true or not is up to speculation. If I were a betting man, I would say he didn't want to find his clothes. The four of us walked out of the theater with Bob sans attire. Bob pulled the car key out of his shoe in the parking lot. We laughed all the way back to the hotel particularly giving Bob a hard time about his clothes and, yet, thanking him profusely for coming up with the idea. The four mus-cock-teers entered the hotel by a side entrance. Bob insisted on taking the elevator even though it was easier and safer to take the stairs. Bob needed that last little bit of thrill for the evening not knowing if when the elevator doors open there would be someone waiting to get on and see Bob naked on the lift. We got in the room turning the shower on immediately prepping ourselves for the night. Dad and Bob got into one bed and Ted and I got into the other. I leaned over and kissed Ted good night. I think he was a little surprised. I don't think Ted sleeps with anyone that often. It was a scene out of the Walton's, good night Dad, good night son. Good night, Bob. Good night, John. Good night, Ted. Good night, Bob, thank you all so much. We were out like lights, exhausted with big grins on our faces. What a night! ----------------------------------- 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