Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2016 22:37:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ruined," Chapter Three, gay male incest
RUINED
By Kevin Donovan
This is a gay, erotic fiction. It includes graphic accounts of sex
between fictional consenting males who are of legal age to have sex with
one another where they fictionally live. If you don't want to read
that, don't. If you are too young to read it, don't. You know very
well this is just a fantasy that could not and should not take place in
real life, so don't try it.
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CHAPTER THREE
Carlos and I awoke next morning in a tangle of naked limbs and sheets.
There was rapping on the outer suite door. He got up and groggily opened
the door, naked and with full hard-on, to admit Manuel, a waiter in his
thirties, bearing a breakfast tray.
"Your dad says to stop fucking now and get up. You have
to get other exercise, too, besides waggling your hips, he says. He
ordered breakfast for both of you."
It was oatmeal, with milk and juice.
"No coffee? No bacon and eggs? What is this?"
"He also said he wants an inch off your waist by your
birthday. And another the next month. Twenty-eight inches, that's all."
"Twenty-eight? He'll starve me!"
"He'll also make you look younger and cuter, Sex-hound.
Your dick will look bigger, too. Do plenty of crunches, he says."
There was only oatmeal for me, too. I didn't ask what
message Roberto had sent for me, but Jorge filled me in anyway.
"For you, Joey, same thing, but just the one inch. You
look young, cute, and hung already."
Carlos threw me a mock-hostile glance. "Suck my dick,"
he growled.
"After," I said, smiling.
What we did after, though, was to drop by the men's suite
next door to see who was on duty. It was Dad, along with a college guy
named Pete. I had met Pete maybe once. He was about 5'8", 155 pounds,
and blond, very pixie-ish looking. I thought he looked younger than
Carlos, and maybe younger than me. He and Dad were having lunch salads
and talking about some of their johns. Pete had a store of tales
already, though he had only been working a year, and he reeled them off
with humor and absolute lack of modesty. He was regaling Dad about how
he and Dad's predecessor, Henry, had tried to double-penetrate an older
queen for their first time. Luckily, the client had a sense of fun, too,
and they all wound up in a pile on the floor together.
"We'd better practice this, guys," Carlos said. "That's
another new thing we don't have experience with."
"You could try taking both Jack and Joey, Carlos,"
laughed Pete. "I'd like to see that."
"I was thinking of you taking me and Joey," countered
Carlos.
"Sure, I'm ready Dude. Bring it on. But seriously,
guys, you need to do a lot of single penetrations first, before you move
on to that. Didn't you just start yesterday? I don't think you're as
ready as you may think for that kind of a stretch. It hurts like a
mother-fucker. Doesn't it, Jack?"
The phone rang, and Dad picked it up. We heard him
making a date for Pete to go upstairs in half an hour. Pete went into
the bathroom to get cleaned up.
"Well, does it?" I asked Dad.
"Does it what?" I could tell he knew already.
"Hurt like a mother-fucker. A DP."
Dad blushed. He was not used to having this kind of
conversation with his high-schooler son.
"Oh. Well, yes, it does. Unless, of course, you and
your partner are both doing the penetrating, and that is probably more
likely."
"And when did you do one?" I wanted to know.
"Night before last. Two burly stockbrokers. I was the
penetratee. And no, I had not practiced. Fortunately, neither of them
was over four inches around, but still, it hurt like very hell. I had to
fight not to let on. The thing is, they wanted it to hurt me. They got
off on thinking it did--therefore, I was determined to take it like a
man, and I did. Not something I'd want to repeat soon."
"Maybe you could help me and Carlos with it, then, so
we'll be ready."
"You mean you'd let me?"
"It's the job, Dad. Carlos' dad coached us yesterday.
No big deal."
"Yes, he told me you both did great. But really.
Honestly. How was it?"
I grinned. "I think we have another new hobby, Dad,
Carlos and I."
"Speak for yourself, there, Mr. Big. Jack, it hurt like
fuck. At first. Later, I decided it was OK."
"It was more than OK, the way you were carrying on. And
I did you twice more."
"Yeah, once you've been reamed, and lived, you might as
well enjoy it."
"Carlos had some difficulty with the family equipment,
Dad. You and Will had to do one another, I hear, at the audition. That
is so hot. How did you handle such a big unit as his that first time?
Were you a wuss like Carlos was over mine?"
"I remember it hurting at first. I think I stood up to
it pretty well. Best I remember. It was a long time ago." He flicked
his eyebrows at us.
"Fuck, Dad, you did Will when you were kids? Damn. And
since then?"
"Off and on."
"So the other day, it was just the first time with
someone watching."
"I didn't say that."
"Fuck! You are full of surprises! Who knew I had such a
pervert for a dad? Who used to watch you?"
"Well, Joey, Duh! You know we had Mike around most of
the time. He wasn't exactly just watching, he was waiting his turn."
"Was Mike your boyfriend even then?"
"Um. No, he was Will's boyfriend. And mine."
"Shit! TMI! I can hardly believe this shit. Carlos,
we've got some work to do catching up to these pervs. Let's go to the
pool at my place to swim and lift. And fuck."
Carlos hopped up like his pants were on fire. "Fuck,
let's go, then. Jack, tell Dad I won't be back--for a while. I'll call
later."
Carlos pulled in at Publix to pick up fresh salad greens,
tomatoes, and a few salmon filets to grill for dinner. "I can't believe
my dad thinks I'm a lard ass," he lamented.
"You are definitely not a lard ass, Dude. But we can't
be regular guys anymore. We have to be extraordinary."
The next two weeks were like a honeymoon for Carlos and
me. We were deeply in love-- not so much with one another as with one
another's bodies, with sex with one another. Carlos was a lusty, tender
lover, and he tried to keep his dick in my ass as much as he could, which
was a lot. I got plenty of cock-sucking practice, too.
From his side, Carlos would always prefer the top role.
He was active in sex rather than passive. That suited me fine. Even so,
he spread his pretty legs for me regularly, and sometimes he even asked
me to fuck him. He took my big dick without complaint, once I had opened
him up that first time. He remained wonderfully tight-assed. I loved
eating him out, and that was probably his favorite activity, after the
act of top-fucking itself.
Dad, Will, and even Roberto came through the house from
time to time, though mostly, they were at the hotel. It got to be funny
that every time one of them arrived, he found us copulating in some
manner or other, either in the family room, the bedroom, or at poolside,
where we spent a good deal of our time, exercising or having sex. Both
our bodies took on a rich, golden tan, to the best of our skin type's
ability, evenly all over.
On Sundays, we were all at the house, though one of the
guys would be on call. Sometimes, someone wanted a Sunday afternoon roll
in the hay, especially is the weather was wet. Dad grilled steaks and
vegetables, and Will made a killer salad, because they were both trying
to keep slim. too. I never remembered seeing either of them looking
better, even though I could still picture Will as he had looked at my
age, and Dad not far from that. If those two were a foretaste of me at
their age, I did not dread my thirties at all.
The second Sunday, Roberto came in with a handsome
red-headed man, each toting a massage table. The red-head was 5' 11",
165, barefoot, in tennis shorts only. He had a buzz cut, a buzz beard,
and an eagle-wing tattoo across his shoulders. His happy trail was
tattooed on, descending in flourishes into his shorts. It was less than
a week before Carlos' eighteenth birthday, and we were well aware that
our private party was almost over.
"That looks like fun," said Carlos, raising his face up
from my crotch to speak.
The stranger smiled broadly, showing pearly teeth, his
eyes fastened upon my rampant, saliva-wet cock, and said, "Yes. Yes, it
does!"
Roberto chuckled. "What did I tell you, Ian? You should
pay me for the opportunity to touch these bodies." Then, to us, "Massage
workshop today, boys. You aren't going in for real therapy skills, but
you have to know your way around the skin and musculature. We'll focus
on giving pleasure. And happy endings."
Dad came in and said, "Let's put those out on the pool
deck. There's shade under the arbor, and it isn't too warm out today."
The men passed on through to the back door, while Carlos completed my
blow job and swallowed his creamy reward, over which he made a wry face.
Then, we got up and went outside to see what was up.
Ian had shucked out of his shorts, and he stood naked on
the concrete decking. He'd sent Will into Dad's study to retrieve a
couple of rugs to pad the area around the massage tables. Roberto had
returned to the car to get a bag containing supplies. And Ian called
out, "OK, we need one volunteer for an opening demo. Who's ready for a
massage?" Every hand popped up, but he said that straight to me, and he
was looking straight at me. To me, he then said, "OK, Joey, you go rinse
the cum and spit off, and be our first candidate."
When I returned from the pool-side outdoor shower, the
rugs were down, the tables unfolded, and the supplies were being placed
on a small table. Ian spread a sheet over the first table, and patted it
for me to hop up onto it. "On your back, Handsome," he said.
I lay in massage position, and Ian began to talk to the
others about how we were going to be doing erotic massage or rubdown, not
Shiatsu or Swedish. He was going to leave us materials to learn on the
skeletal system and muscle groups, but we shouldn't think of ourselves as
masseurs, but as pleasure-givers.
He began to work on my scalp and face, then my neck. He
turned that over to Will, and he moved down to my feet and began to
manipulate. That felt fantastic, and Will was no slouch on the head
section, either. Ian called Will down to my feet, and Carlos tended my
scalp and face, while Ian demonstrated massaging the shoulder section.
Then, he rotated everybody down a stage, putting Dad on my head, while he
did my legs. Finally, he moved everyone down one more time, Roberto took
over the head, and Ian himself began to fondle my scrotum, fingering my
perineum, tickling my ass, and stroking up my hard dick. Just before
Vesuvius erupted, he stopped us all, rolled me onto my erection, and put
everyone to working on my backside, where many more muscles and nerve
endings were located. I was totally blissed out. I felt the weight of
Ian climbing up between my feet, and very soon, I felt him also settling
down at my butt. His tongue lapped at my asshole warmly and wetly. He
began teasing at my hole next with some kind of rubbery object--I found
later, a butt plug. It entered me, wiggled around, came in and out, and
finally settled inside for a moment. Then, it withdrew. Other hands
massaged my buttocks to excellent effect, and still others, my lower
back. There were more on my shoulders, and more on my feet and lower
legs. Something else went into my hole, a prostate stimulator, and man,
did it do a number on my butt nut! Ian manipulated the gadget
skillfully, and just moments later, my nuts let loose with another large
ejaculation into the sheet, with me hollering like a stuck pig. I had
one of my best orgasms ever, and full, multi-spurt sheet-drencher. My
cries were frommecstasy.
The group did not stop instantly, but let me down
gently. Then Ian lifted me off the table, directed Will onto it, (he
crawled on eagerly!) and we began to work his body in the same way. The
exception was that this time, Carlos was the lead masseur, and Ian
brought up the rear. I was working Will's shoulders at the time of his
eruption. It was a treat to examine and study his hot, manly stud body,
as all of us pleasured it. His erection seemed to strain its boundaries
throughout the process. Carlos was the one who pressed Will's prostate
with the Prostate Pleaser and brought him off in the last stage. Will
screamed just as I had done when he hosed the wet sheet with his salty
seed. Carlos smiled at me. He was into this. Time to change that
sheet!
Carlos got the treatment next. All of us worked his body
into a lump of young stud dough, with a very firm, but cream-filled
center. My dad got the honor of finishing off my friend, from the back
side! That was so hot to watch that I almost forgot to massage Carlos'
feet while he did it. I also got the treat of examining my dad's whole
rear assembly, with his low-hanging balls dangling and his asshole
winking, while he knelt between the two handsome feet I was massaging to
please my lover's prostate. I wanted to reach up and pull on those balls
so badly! I concentrated on Carlos' feet, though, and he squirmed in
ecstasy, ending in a very happy, lusty shout as he emptied his nuts.
Next aboard was Roberto, and he got raised up and sucked
off by Uncle Will, who exhibited a hitherto unknown (to me) oral talent.
He deep-throated our boss almost the whole time, using his tongue and
throat to massage the member. Roberto bucked his hips and swore, almost
unable to bear the incredible feeling. I was right there in the thick of
it, massaging his thighs and calves, while Will worked his magic. When
Will raised up, with a mouthful of spunk, he leaned over and kissed me on
the mouth, sharing some of his treat. It was sweet and smooth-tasting.
That was the first time my Uncle Will had kissed me like that, and I
loved it. He was an accomplished kisser to say the least, and I resolved
right then that the two of us needed to have some quality time making
out, so that I could pick up some pointers. Kissing is not highly valued
in the prostitution field, but I sure wanted to be as expert at it as
Will, for other purposes.
Finally, Dad took the table. None of us were tired. We
gave him the same sensual attentions that everyone else had received,
maybe even more lingeringly. But here's the wild card: it fell to me to
finish my dad off, inserting the tool to massage his prostate, and then,
in imitation of Will?s technique, rooting around underneath his midsection
to get my mouth around his dick head. I let him fuck my face to
completion, which took maybe four strokes. Sure, we had jacked off
together for years, and he had tasted my dick-head that one time. But
this was way different, and in view of all these other hot men. I gave
Dad my best blow-job ever, managing to swallow his big unit deeper than
I'd ever thought I could go. It was far and away the biggest I had
sucked, much thicker as well as longer than Carlos'. I knew what Dad's
semen tasted like, but when I felt it blasting into my throat, I got the
biggest load of it ever, by far, and I savored every drop of it. But
Carlos was right beside me as I raised up from receiving the load,
smiling shyly. I leaned over and shared with him. Mr. Sperm-averse
eagerly received the offering from my full, wet mouth. I felt another
wet mouth on my ass. It was Ian, moving things to the next stage. He
had been brought in by Roberto as a sensual massage instructor. Having
completed that assignment, the remainder of the afternoon was a
freebee--he worked my ass like a lamprey eel, for the pure joy of it.
We let him finish (yes!), but then we put Ian on the
table and pleasured his body, too. He didn't get sucked off at the end,
though. Will slipped a condom onto Ian's sleek seven-incher and climbed
aboard to impale himself on it. He gave Ian a lap-dance to remember,
with the rest of us watching and taking mental notes. I was thrilled and
proud of how sexy my favorite uncle really could be, the one so many
people said I looked just like, as he ground his ass into Ian's receptive
crotch. It was pretty obvious when Ian came--he screamed, his face
turned very red, his eyes rolled back, and he bucked up his hips, raising
Will high above the table. Just then, rearing his head back and groaning
loudly, Will came, too, a second time that afternoon, spraying his semen
all over Ian's chest and up into his beard.
The afternoon was totally gone. We had massaged and
sucked for hours!
We all jumped into the pool for a rinse-off, and Roberto
and Ian packed up their tables and supplies and left us (Ian leaving me
his phone number and suggesting we get together again soon), and the rest
of us sacked out for a late-afternoon nap, Dad and Will in his bed, and
Carlos and me in mine. We just cuddled, and it felt grand. I awoke,
though, to Carlos sucking on my dick. Just after I fed him the gravy, I
heard the doorbell ring. It was the pizza guy, delivering an
"extra-large everything" to my handsome, naked uncle.
"It's OK," Will said later, as we dug in at the kitchen
island. "Stan knows me from deliveries at my place."
Afterward, Dad was off to the hotel to work a shift, and
Will was on call in case reinforcements were needed. They didn't
complain, though. The two brothers were pulling down $300-500 a day in
fees and tips, even with Roberto presently taking 75% off the top for his
cut plus loan repayment. He also reported that, even in such a short
time, among his select clientele, stay nights were up, and inquiries for
future services were way up. Word was getting out that there were super
hot men available, and bookings were coming in fast. Roberto was
planning a big celebration to "deflower" his son in only a week, and
Carlos also already had advance bookings into the next month. Business
was looking good!
* *
* * *
With the metabolism of youth, our bodies reshaped
themselves very quickly. Carlos became the dream boat his physique had
always been intended to be. His waist went to the prescribed
twenty-eight inches, but the weight itself just migrated north to his
pecs and shoulders, and south to muscular thighs. With the predawn
running we were doing in our onion-skin shorts and footwear only, his
legs became more sculptural than ever. About that time, a catalogue of
scanty men's attire showed up in Roberto's mailbox, and Carlo and I each
ordered three sets of extremely sexy beach or exercise clothing out of
it. We began to go out on our morning runs just barely street-legal, and
it felt great to be so sexy in public.
On Tuesday after our massage lessons, we had been at the
hotel for lunch and video games at Carlos' place, but we decided to
migrate to mine for nude exercise and sex. We arrived at the house in
mid-afternoon and went to work with swimming and free weights. Around
5:30, we had just settled on the family room sofa, and Carlos had gotten
his cock up my cleaned, lubed, and stretched ass, when the front door
opened, and we heard flip-flops coming down the hallway.
"Holy shit! You guys are hot!" we heard from the
doorway. It was Mike--who was supposed to be in rehab for two more
weeks.
"They kicked me out for not being crazy," he explained.
"I'm horny as fuck, and you guys are not helping. Where's Jack and
Will?"
I explained that they were at work, or Will would be
there also after he finished his CPA work for that afternoon.
"Maybe I can go over there for some sex. I'll call."
Mike went into the kitchen to talk, but we could hear
most of what he said, as Carlos resumed poling my ass quietly. Jack was
surprised and happy to hear Mike was out of the clinic. The rest of
Mike's monologue went like this:
"Why can't I come over? I have had no sex since That
Day. I couldn't hardly even jack off, there was no privacy.
"You aren't with clients ALL the time. I don't see why
you wouldn't have jizz for a client just because you fucked me, two or
three times. ... So, Will could do some of it. ...
"Yeah, they're here. In the family room. On the sofa,
fucking. Is it OK for you to know that?... Oh. No shit.... Do you think
he would?... Hell, yeah, I would.... I guess I can ask him... I don't
think I could just rape him, with Carlos here.... OK, then. I'll get up
and make breakfast, call when you leave there.... Sure. Love you...
Bye."
Carlos was lying atop my backside poling me deeply, when
Mike returned.
"Your dad says I can't come over, he needs all his jizz
for clients, what a load of crap that is. But here's the good news. He
also says you are to fuck me all I want until he gets back in the
morning. I have permission to rape you if necessary."
"I'll fuck you," said Carlos. "In a few minutes. I'll
even rape you, if you want. Both of you."
"Even play-acting, dude, that would be a stretch," I
said. "You can't rape someone who spreads their legs for you. Mike,
lucky for you, I eavesdrop on your phone conversations, because I would
never fuck you, hot as your ass is, unless I knew for sure Dad OK'd it.
I'm not messing with his bitch. I take it you two are not exclusive,
then."
"No, we are INclusive. Inclusive of you, Will, Roberto,
Carlos, and--who's that other kid?--Oh, Pete. Well, and all one thousand
clients Roberto has lined up for us. Other than those, we are
exclusive. For the moment."
"Being horny makes you talk shit. Why do you have
clothes on?"
Mike grinned and shucked the two garments he was wearing,
shorts and golf shirt.
"Do you know, those ass-wipes at the hospital get all out
of joint if you don't wear underwear?" he commented. "And don't even
think of sleeping naked. Although, I did, of course, fuck 'em."
"I don't know how the fuck you passed for not crazy,"
said Carlos.
"It's all relative. Compared to those fuckers, and I
mean the hospital staff, I am the very soul of sanity." His nice, curved
and cut seven and a half inch dick flopped up toward his navel. "Where
should I keep this until you're ready for it?"
"Just keep it warm.... You want my ass after Carlos
finishes? Or do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Then go clean out that shitty butthole. When you come
back, I'll suck your cock while Carlos drills for natural gas here."
"Oh, I've already hit natural gas twice."
"That was just the air you pumped in, Bozo. What goes in
has to come out."
"It sounded like farting to me. Smelled like it, too."
"Just fuck me, Dude."
Carlos was taking his sweet time about it, and was still
humping languidly when Mike came out blotting his butt with a hand
towel. He positioned himself with his cock at the sofa arm. Carlos
helped pull me into a doggie position on the sofa, and I began to fellate
my father's lover, as my own lover pumped my backside. As new as all
this was, I was liking it. Mike had a tasty dick, and it was of a size
easy to suck, similar to Carlos'. Mike's body was in great shape, and he
was just thirty, the same as Will. Though he was blond, Mike had the
most body hair of any of us, but it was fine spun gold.
The pace of Carlos' thrusting into my butt began to
quicken, and I felt drops of sweat on my lower back. Carlos was starting
to grunt a little, and he was ramming me as hard as he could, his hips
whacking into my padded butt bumpers, and his comfortably sized dick
extending as far as it could reach into my colon. Mike pulled his head
down over my back and started to kiss him. But in a short time, Carlos
pulled back up straight again and gave an incoherent shout. I felt his
seed shoot into my gut as he pressed deep.
Just then, Mike erupted in sympathetic ejaculation, into
my mouth. His cum was rich, tasty, and plentiful. I swallowed several
times to take it all.
I pulled off of Mike's dick, as Carlos pressed his pubes
into my butt to drain the last dregs of his ejaculate.
"Dad did remind you that I'm still a few months shy of my
eighteenth, didn't he?"
"Fuck, no. Looks like everybody else was fucking you, I
thought...You won't turn me in, will you? I've had just about enough of
the institutional life, in the loony bin."
The phone rang. Mike went to the kitchen and picked it
up.
"What the fuck! You already said I could! It was almost
your idea!
"Yeah, he told me. So what? He's close. Carlos was
doing him, right in front of me.
"Aw....Put it that way...naw, I don't want that. What,
couple of months? I can't wait that...Really? Like, now? OK, man, I'm
hittin' the shower. I'm douchin'. I'll be face-down, legs spread, lubed
and ready. Tell Will, give us fifteen minutes, then come on over. He's
next. OK, I'll tell him. Love you, too."
He returned to the family room. "Fuck, I was THIS CLOSE
to tapping your cute ass! THIS CLOSE! He even told me to do it."
"So what happened? I wasn't going to say 'no.' Not like
he's been all celibate or anything. In fact, he's over there fucking
some geezer right now. So you should have your fun."
"He came to his senses, he said. He was so excited to
hear I was out, he lost his grip there for a minute. Then, he remembered
you aren't ripe on the vine, even Carlos isn't for a few days. He says I
have to wait. But--the good news--he's going to run over here and do
me. He says it's a slow afternoon, and Roberto won't mind. Much. He'll
run back if he needs to. But also, once they ease the pressure a little
bit so I don't erupt spontaneously, then I'm going back over with them to
let Roberto work me over. It's my job interview. So I can go to work,
too."
"I was surprised you'd want to do me first, even before
Dad, anyway."
"Kid, you have no idea. I've watched your butt twitch
and your dick grow for years. I'm one sick dude. But we'll catch up
later, when you can no longer send me to the Big House." He ran off to
the shower to prep himself for an afternoon of sexual release.
Carlos "ahemed" behind me, disapprovingly.
"What?"
"Condom, that's what. You take other dick, and our
carefree way of life is over forever. Both of us."
"Oh, fuck, man, you're right. Shit. That's harsh. But
man, I couldn't pass that up--it had to happen soon, anyway, you go to
work in a few days."
"Yeah, fine. I just had to remind you before, you
know--I'd like to enjoy this freedom just a little longer, 'til it has to
end, OK?"
I thanked my friend for looking out for me. Slipping on
the latex would be a habit very soon, but I knew it would make a big
change in our easy enjoyment of sex.
My dad arrived ten minutes later, coming in on me fucking
Carlos' ass on the den sofa. He was ripping clothing off in all
directions, and he didn't bat an eye. He just ran off, naked, toward his
own room. He didn't bother to close the door, and he didn't attempt to
keep his and Mike's voices down, either. There was bed creaking, flesh
slapping on flesh, grunting, moaning, and low-voices talking. Then,
there was shouting, too. This went on for half an hour. Then Dad ran
back out again, elongated dick dripping, and gathered up his clothing.
He threw the threads back onto his sweaty body and ran toward the door
again. He ran head-on into his brother in the foyer--Will had his
undershirt pulled up over his face, in mid-removal.
"Ouch! You're late, Turkey, he's waiting!"
"I had to do a John. You do, too, room 489, in half an
hour. Get a shower, it's a broad!"
We heard tires screech out of the driveway and saw a
naked Will, with full erection, run past the den door toward the master
bedroom. There were loud, unintelligible voices, some slamming, bumping,
and creaking, muffled groans, screams, then silence.
Will emerged, looking disheveled, and sat on the end of
the sofa opposite to where I still humped on Carlos' ass. We were
practicing extending our fuck sessions in those days, since both of us
had been too quick on the trigger early on.
"Damn, boys. You two are fucking every time I see you."
"We'll slow down soon. Carlos goes to work."
An exhausted Will dressed slowly and returned to the
hotel. And damned if Carlos and I didn't slow down on fucking soon--his
new work schedule just about crowded me out of his life completely.
* *
* *
* *
Carlos' birthday was a huge, life-changing event. It
actually began like a dark Cinderella story, on the stoke of midnight.
Roberto had set up a cherry-picking party in the third-floor suite, at
which HE would break in his spanking-new adult son in front of a crowd of
perverts, who then would all have a crack at little Carlito's crack until
dawn. This extravaganza alone would almost finance Carlos' first year of
college, and to say he was excited would be a serious understatement.
"Shit, man, how many men?" I wanted to know. it made my
ass twinge to think of it.
"Fifteen, I think, plus my dad."
"Holy fuck. How many times can they do you, each?"
"No limit, Dude. 'Til dawn. Six o'clock."
"What if they kill you?"
"Man, I'm tougher than you think. Plus, they are gonna
shoot quicker than you think. You know, with my ass, I can make them cum
almost whenever I want. Besides, you've fucked my ass for hours at a
time before. And you have a big dick! These guys are gonna be average
Joes, I'll hardly feel them."
"You hope...."
"Dad is already working on your coming out, you know.
Same deal, but with your own dad AND uncle breaking you in, plus the
audience. Some of these same guys will be back for it--they've seen your
pictures."
"Fuck, man. How much will we make off of that shit?"
"You can pay off your mortgage."
"But also--your dad and uncle are doing a brothers show
next week. Twenty live viewers, plus an audience online. Big money
there, too."
"I would never have believed this shit. My dad says he
and Will are making more money now than they ever did. They've both
become sex maniacs. They just can't seem to stop."
Carlos laughed. "And how about us? We're just as bad
already, and wait til we get to doing the johns. I think we won't have
much room to laugh at them!"
Carlos was right, there. I, of course, was not present
on the night of his official "deflowering." The next day, in a light
stupor, he told me about it, though. Apparently, it went off entirely
according to plan, and was a smashing, ass-ripping success. The eighteen
men present ranged in age from thirty-five to sixty. They had various
levels of fitness and attractiveness (or lack thereof), but all were
pretty filthy- rich, successful men. First, they had champagne and
birthday cake just prior to midnight. Then, on the stroke of the hour,
Carlos did a slow strip routine, which he seemed to enjoy, moving around
the room and getting groped up by the spectators as he shed garments.
His dad came in, already naked, and sat at the foot of the king-size bed,
and then Carlos, nude and hard from the groping, came up and knelt
between Roberto's feet and sucked his cock. He stood, and Roberto sucked
him, too. Then, they piled onto the bed together and just went at it.
All the practice with me, and with my family watching so often, really
paid off, Carols said. His dad entered him easily (he had pre-lubed
himself), and they spent half an hour fucking in half a dozen positions,
to the cheers and cat-calls of their audience. Roberto finished with a
porn-star-style huge ejaculation on the base of Carlos' spine, and Carlos
himself had already spilled his seed onto a towel atop the sheet, as
Roberto pounded his prostate doggie style.
Will was standing by before the finish to hand out
condoms to the spectators. They had actually drawn numbers earlier, to
see in what order they would take their twinkie dessert. The first five
were naked and ready when Roberto pulled out. He stood aside and let the
crowd have at his son's gaping hole. Will left at that point, setting
the condom bowl on the coffee table for seconds and thirds. Immediately,
Carlos got plugged, ass and throat, and it went on that way for several
hours. Roberto called a half-hour break at 2:30 A. M., and took Carlos
aside to check him out for any damage, though he had not been
complaining. He was fine, and having fun! The onslaught resumed at
3:00, and the fucking continued right up to 6:00. All the men took their
turns at least twice, and about half went for thirds.
Damn. That's a lot of anal sex.
Carlos spent the next two days in bed, or the hot tub, or
the pool. I spent much of it with him, but chastely in the anal
department, just cuddling and fetching him sodas and such in between oral
sex sessions. He hadn't eaten at all for 36 hours prior to the event, to
make sure his system was clear, but he only took liquids for 24 hours
after to protect his ass. He said he was grateful for that plan, because
even wiping his ass after a shit would have seemed like way too much,
after all those dicks.
But most of them, he reported, were, as he had predicted,
so small, i. e. average sized, that they caused no discomfort at all.
Actually, his dad was the biggest-hung man he serviced all night!
Conclusion: "successful" men are not necessarily well hung! Perhaps
their zeal for achievement and wealth compensates for shortcomings in
another area.
Soon enough, Carlos joined the regular schedule, and he
proved to be much in demand, with his "naked and hard" photos now in the
portfolio for men to choose from. Interestingly, Carlos attracted a high
percentage of female clients. Even in photos, he emitted a cool, macho
image that was, at the same time, cute, huggable, and very masculinely
sexy. He got taken out to dinners, concerts, and plays a lot, to his
great profit and even enjoyment. When men rented him, it was most often
for stud service.
Mike was there, in the mix, too, but oddly, the addition
of two more hosses to the stable did not seem to reduce anyone's
work-load. All the men were out on calls as much as ever. That left me
more lonely than ever, having nothing much to do but await my own
birthday bash. I swam, lifted, ran, and watched my waistline shrink and
my biceps bulge as I waited.
* *
* *
* *
My birthday approached rapidly. Roberto had the event
all planned out, to my dad's great horror. I had to endure several bouts
of remorse and anguish on his part about his new profession and its
corruption of my young life. Three times, he declared that he would quit
whoring, and that he certainly would not, under any circumstances, fuck
my ass, in public or private. Then some bill would come due, and he
would postpone his retirement "until we got back on our feet." Roberto
would calmly go through the profitability of doing a show with me for my
"coming out." He would waver.
There was no question of letting Will take the lead in my
official deflowering, as he maintained adamantly from the beginning that
he would not touch me if Dad was not also involved. Mike was still
working on shedding his last ten pounds of excess padding from the more
prosperous and staid married days, and besides, he lacked the attraction
of forbidden fruit that my dad and my uncle had.
"I'll just put myself and Carlos in the roles, if you two
won't do it," said Roberto. "That keeps the incest factor and adds a
spark of young love to boot." My dad waffled.
He must have asked me fourteen times, "Are you absolutely
sure?"
"What's the big deal?" I protested. "It's just a dick!
If you put your finger in my mouth, would that be perverted? Why is your
dick so different? You are just expressing the sexual taboo our society
has laid on us. But it is not reasonable. Sex is just sex.
"Besides, we need the money. So suck it up, Dad, and
perform."
In the end, he agreed, but all of us were privately
concerned he might not be able to get it up for me. In that case, with
him on the scene, Will would take the lead until Dad could get inspired.
Roberto produced a little blue pill for inspiration, and he and Carlos
would also be present for back-up if needed. Carlos was delighted at
this news. He had a strong prurient interest in getting to watch my
coming out party. I wouldn't be surprised if he found a way to plug my
ass himself!
And I would take in thousands! Not to mention being the
exhibitionistic focus of the attention of a couple of dozen raunchy, rich
men!
The event proved to be as exciting and stimulating as
expected. It was also very tiring, long, strangely mundane, and rather
ordinary, too, as it turned out. The best part was Dad and Will taking
me, finally, after all those years of the eye candy they had provided.
We had the birthday cake, with champagne for the guests. Will smushed
cake into my face as if I were the bride at her wedding. Then, he ate it
off of me and licked my mouth clean. The guests liked that. I did my
strip-tease for them, and they eagerly groped and caressed at me. When
they saw my tools of the trade, the excitement in the room grew. (Carlos
confessed being a bit jealous, because he had not gotten quite that
response with his large, but less prodigious member.)
When I returned to the front of the large, open space of
the suite, totally nude and hard, Dad and Will had dropped their threads,
too, and they were waiting for me. I went straight to Dad's cock to
break the ice with him and, finding him half-erect, I completed the task
of blowing him up to his own impressive proportions, while Will lubed up
my stern. Then, I rotated, and sucked Will, as Dad gently and more
slowly than really necessary, wiggled his erection into my anus. Being
used to Carlos', this one really filled me up! Dad entered a section of
my rectum that had never been penetrated before, and it felt amazing.
"Ready?" he murmured.
I nodded on Will's big dick. Dad began to hunch. There
was a long, padded bench there, brought from the foot of the bed in the
neighboring bedroom, and we used that for support: on my knees, on my
back with feet on his shoulders or in the air, on my side, lying flat on
my stomach. After a bit, he stood back and let Will have a turn. Then,
they alternated, for half an hour. Finally, the two of them climaxed
together on my abdomen. Carlos appeared from the back of the room to
offer the bowl of condoms, as my first handful of lucky winners shucked
off their remaining threads to take over the ravishing duties. Will was
licking up his and his brother's cum off my washboard as the first pair
stood waiting. They rotated me to my hands and knees, and I got
spit-roasted again right off the bat.
Maybe I'm just a slut, but I love sex. I love being the
center of attention. I love exposing myself to appreciative viewers. I
love being filled, mouth and ass. I love admiring other men's naked
forms, and observing their unique equipment. And I love cum. I had a
quart of it shot onto my face, hair, and neck that night, and another
quart went wasted into the trash within several boxes of used condoms.
Will attentively kept my ass lubed up, so that I was never allowed to go
dry or get too much friction on it. Roberto gave me a thirty-minute
break, as he had done with Carlos, and the guests seemed to appreciate
that as well, since they were all recharged and ready to rutt again at
the end of it. Dad examined me carefully (I was totally blase at that
point about having him eyeball my gaping asshole), and he pronounced me
in good shape for the second half.
I have no idea how many dicks fucked me that night, one
end or the other, but it was a lot. I blissed out and went into a
timeless zone for most of the later session. It was pretty wonderful.
Dad asked me about it later, acknowledging that he had never pulled a big
train like that himself before, and he was worried about what it might do
to me, physically and emotionally. I loved it. The moderate-size dicks
I was taking didn't hurt me, but I felt desired, fulfilled, and
physically in sensory overload the whole time. It was the pinnacle
experience of my young life.
Carlos, being less of a bottom and less of a show-boat
than I am, had not found the coming out experience quite as personally
satisfying. Even so, as my buddy had done, I took it very easy and did
not work a shift for the next few days. Carlos did work, but in between
times, he was with me, tenderly looking after me and sucking me off. I
woke once to find Will sucking my dick, and I contentedly filled his
mouth with my twinkie cream.
On the night of the third day, I was to work my first
"normal" shift, which I had been warned, was a full dance card. In late
afternoon, Dad came in to check on me.
"Where's Mike?" I asked. "I want him to come in and
fuck me before I go to work. He's the only one who hasn't, and that
isn't fair, I know he wants to."
Dad looked a bit surprised. "You sure?" He was always
double-checking.
"Very sure. It's time. You don't mind, do you?"
"I'm a big boy. I can share."
Dad disappeared. Five minutes later, Mike came in, naked
and massively hard, with a condom and tube of lube. He looked slightly
teary.
"You are an awesome guy, Joe. Thank you for thinking of
me."
"Is Dad OK? Really?"
"Oh, you two. Cut the shit, man, you're both tough
dudes, in my book. He'll be fine. He's proud as fuck of you."
He crawled into bed with me and went to town on my cock,
sucking me like a pro, which he now was. He proceeded to make love to
me. It was beautiful, sexy, and emotionally satisfying. I looked around
once to notice both Dad and Will watching raptly, but I just tuned them
out and let Mike do his thing. It was wonderful. After he bred me
twice, I dozed off. When I awoke, Mike was gone to the hotel, and it was
time for me to prep for my own shift
.
My first night on duty was a busy one. I serviced two
young Marines, together--they paid full fare, separately, but shared the
time together and each took me twice. They were hot as fuck, not
handsome, but very fit and very manly. I fucked two businessman types,
one a forties, overweight dude I had to kind of work it up for, and one
an even older, but much better looking, guy with a very comfortable ass.
And I lost my virginity to a woman. In that episode, I had an experience
similar to my Dad's beginning--it was someone I knew. She didn't really
know me, though, at first. She was my middle school principal! She
hadn't recognized me from my sexy photos, and the listing only gave my
first name, "Joey." Will escorted me to the door, serving the fancy
single-malt Scotch. But five minutes in, she said, "Do I know you?"
I was down to my underpants at the time, and she was
watching closely.
"Well, sort of, Ms. Wilkins. I went to Westwood Middle.
I'm legal age now, though."
"Oh, shit," she said. There was a long pause.
"If I'm not acceptable to you, I can go, and send someone
else. But I assure you, no one will ever learn of this from me! Who I'm
with is take-to-the-grave confidential." That was kind of a lie, because
I told my dad, Will, Mike, and Carlos all about it as soon as I got back
to the hustler suite. They didn't tell anyone, though.
"You turned out to be an extremely handsome young man. A
bit young for me, but then, that's why I pay for it, right?" She
smiled. I smiled back.
"This is my first night on the job," I said. "And you're
my first female. Don't worry, though, I know what to do." I didn't
mention that was mostly from watching some straight porn with Carlos, not
exactly the most romantic preparation.
"We'll see how it goes," she said. She waited, then
nodded. "You may proceed."
I dropped my Calvins, and the Snake made his charming
appearance.
"Impressive," she said.
"Lights on, or off?" I asked.
"On, I think." Way to go, Principal Wilkins. If she was
going to get fucked by a hot young stud, she was going to see it happen!
I helped with her blouse and bra, which for a young,
inexperienced guy, is the hardest part. After that, what slot to plug is
a piece of cake. Having a hard-on, for an eighteen-year-old, just part
of life.
Ms. Wilkins and I got along just fine. She didn't really
turn me on, but the idea of doing her did. I gave her two orgasms,
filled my condom, and left her a happy woman ready for a good night's
sleep-- and me an extra $100 richer. She has called for my services
about once per quarter ever since, the last time, asking me to bring
Carlos along, too. I've seen her around town a few times, and she always
speaks to me by name, since it is public knowledge she knew me as a kid.
I call her Ms. Wilkins, even in the sack, and I think she gets off on it.
But that's getting ahead of myself. When I got back to
the Suite, I found Mike lustily fucking Carlos. I wasn't jealous, just
surprised.
"We'd invite you to join us, but we're off duty, and
you're not. You have one more call, room 718. A dentist, but not yours.
Half an hour." I hadn't even told them about Ms. Wilkins yet. I took a
quick shower, and Dad was in place and in uniform to escort me and the
Scotch to the room when I came out. Mike and Carlos were asleep, naked,
in one another's arms. So much for my concerns about Dad being jealous
of ME boinking with Mike.
Of course, on the way up, Dad asked me how my night was
going, and I answered honestly that I was having a great time. At the
door, my dentist/john looked from my face to my waiter's face, and his
eyebrows shot up. I grinned, and my dad just nodded resignedly.
"Holy shit. Can I have both of you?"
"That would cost you," said Dad. "It's a special
arrangement, never done before, yet."
A phone call and American Express charge later, Dad and I
were both hanging our clothes on the back of a chair, and Dr. Ingles was
having sensory overload trying to stare at both of our dicks at once.
The long and short of it is, he booked two hours of our time. He began
by having me fuck my dad, and then my dad fuck me. His eyeballs just
about telescoped out of his head the whole time. I'm sure he had no idea
how much I enjoyed that, both ways-- he may have figured I was just
putting on for show. I guess it was hot for my dad, too-- fucked the cum
out of him! Dr. Ingles shot, too, in sympathy. We all had to take a bit
of a break then, and we sat around nude, chatting about mundane matters.
I hedged or made up lies in response to all of his questions about my
personal life, and Dad played right along. After a bit, the doc came
over and took me in his arms. His major turn-on, which made the whole
night worth those big bucks to him, was to end the evening by taking my
ass in front of my dad, with Dad just watching smolderingly from the desk
chair. Half way through, the man had Dad come around and spit roast me
from the other side, while he continued to pole my back side. It took
him a while to finish, it being his second ejaculation in pretty close
proximity. Dad was much more manly: he came again in my mouth,
abundantly. I took the mouthful and turned to show if off to Ingles. It
stoked his fire so much, he shot his load into his condom almost
immediately.
We were done then, and we dressed to leave, but Dr.
Ingles pressed three C-notes into my palm, as he pressed his tongue down
my throat, before we departed.
Dad was quiet in the hallway, until we got onto the staff
elevator, alone. Then he said, "Well, Joe, that's the seedy side of this
life. Might as well face up to it, I suppose."
I squeezed his hand. "Dad, if that's as bad as it gets,
I'm fine with it. Honestly--I enjoyed having sex with you tonight,
really. And I didn't even care who was watching, so what. If it turned
that guy on, good for him, no skin of my nose. I don't know him, and
I'll probably never see him again, unless it's here under the same
circumstances. I went up there for him to fuck my ass, and he did, so no
big deal. I had you to look out for me, and I felt good about that.
Plus, we're hundreds richer. Win-win, Dad."
Dad didn't answer, but he hugged me tight for a moment.
We both went home to bed after that. Mike joined us, and
Carlos had already hit the sack in his own room.
EPILOGUE
I was admitted to the prestigious university of my
dreams, and I was even offered the scholarship I had hoped for. Frankly,
I could have gone. Dad could have supported me as well as himself, with
help from Mike and Will, and they would have been more than fine with
that. I chose not to accept, though. That kind of money had come to
mean more to me because of our experience of not having it and wondering
how we could possibly even get by. I enrolled, along with Carlos, in the
local Community College, later to transfer to a perfectly adequate state
university, where I earned my business degree.
Carlos and I worked, along with the other men, at the
hotel, all the way through college. Sometimes I enjoyed it, sometimes I
hated it, sometimes I was just bored with it--mostly, it was just my job,
not my life. I came out with no student loans, a nice car, all paid off,
and savings in the bank, not bad for a fresh college graduate. Roberto
wanted me to stay on as hotel manager, while he and Carlos moved on to a
new property an hour's drive away, where they would establish a second
deluxe hotel. I declined that, too, though. Carlos stayed instead, and
I took a position with a large development firm that was taking over the
very project, now modernized and expanded, that ruined my family in the
first place, years earlier. I felt a personal stake in seeing that
fiasco turned around.
Real estate was definitely coming back. For the past
couple of years, Dad and Mike had been moving gradually back into that
market (Will having never fully left his accounting practice). They all
still turned tricks from time to time, but mostly just to help Roberto
out with overbookings, conventions, and such. By the time I left the
business, the hustlers' suite was occupied by a whole new set of lusty
young studs. One of those was Rusty, a gorgeous hunk of red-headed male
I met in the natatorium shower at the University. We went from there to
coffee, then to my apartment, then to a series of club, movie, and dinner
dates, then to let Rusty audition with Roberto (in the capable hands of
Carlos, without my presence), then to meet my family, and then pretty
much into the permanent relationship we have enjoyed ever since. Rusty
is the fuck-buddy who came to stay, the man of my dreams. He's a
physical therapist with a medical center not far from my own offices.
We've been renting, but Mike recently got wind that the home next door to
Dad's and my place (now Dad's and Mike's and Will's) was about to go on
the market. They put down a big chunk on it, and very generously offered
it to me and Rusty, just to continue the payments on it. We move in
first of next month. We won't have a backyard pool, but Mike made a gate
through the fence between the two properties, so there can be lot of
naked passing back and forth.
Yes, Rusty has fucked and been fucked by all of them,
Roberto and Carlos included, both with and without me. I don't know what
I like better--having him fuck me while others watch and/or fuck with one
another, or having one of them fuck Rusty while I watch. I guess my real
preference is for all of the above, in succession.
As a family, we celebrate a lot, everyone's birthdays for
a start. But the best family holiday observance of them all is the one
we call That Day--the day the world crashed in on us, and we were
Ruined. Dad got stinkin', pukin' drunk, Will cried his eyes out, and
Mike tried and almost succeeded in taking himself out of this world, his
marriage in pieces, my future in flames, and all of us all but on the
street. That was the first day of the beginning of all our lives, the
day that led us to this day, to this form of family we all love and
rejoice in.
I still have the coolest dad in town. The coolest uncle.
The coolest step-dad. The coolest best friend and the coolest ex-boss.
The coolest boyfriend.
And I've turned out pretty cool myself.