Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. If you like this sort of thing, please read on. If you don't like it, get lost. Also, safer sex practices are not depicted here. If you decide to live out any of these fantasies, please use condoms. That is all...enjoy!
A CUP OF JOE, pt. 5
"Do it, bitch," Jason commanded. "Lick out your Daddy's cum from my hole while my buddy here takes his turn up your ass."
Brad couldn't reply, even if he wanted to. Jason's hot, tight ass was already resting on his lips, enticing the slut to push into Jason's hole with his tongue. As soon as he did, the tiny dam burst, and all of the jizz Joe had shot there leaked out over Brad's lips and trickled down the sides of his face. The combination of daddy-jizz and the juices from a ripe, newly-fucked ass were intoxicating, and he moaned as he devoured as much of the tasty fluid as he could. After it all had poured out, he kept up his tongue actions, pleasuring the hockey stud's tender and well-fucked butthole as best he knew how.
Meanwhile, Lonny was hard at work sawing his nine-inch rod in and out of the slave stud's butthole. With all that delicious ass parked on top of his face, Brad couldn't see the blond stud fucking him, but in the scattered moments between licking and moaning he flashed on an image of the sexy top, holding Brad's legs over his strong shoulders and he banged repeatedly into his insatiable hole.
Here and there, Brad heard their voices: Jason uttering variations on "Yeah, bitch, lick that hole" and Lonny grunting things like: "Stupid cunt, yeah, take my long fat dick...take it all in, you live to be fucked, don'tcha, you worthless whore."
Brad's physical pleasure was supreme. With every deep jab into Brad's talented hole, Lonny's cock pushed perfectly into the slut-bottom's prostate. The result was the same with every thrust: Brad sent out a sharp groan of ecstasy, muffled by his own tongue pressing and flickering inside the rim of Jason's hot ass. Over time, Lonny's motions became so rapid and staccato that soon Brad emitted long, steady cries of bliss that just wailed on and on, broken only by his erotic whimpers every few minutes as he swallowed and caught his breath.
From the side of the bed, he heard the bathroom door open. His master, his number one daddy Joe was re-entering the room.
"Fuck, that looks pretty hot, you guys," he said in reaction to their sex scene. "I gotta tell you, you two studs really know how to use a willing bitch like this one."
"Yeah, man," Jason agreed, leaning back on one arm to support himself while he energetically rode his ass up and down on Brad's face like a bucking bronco. "You shot so much goo up into my boyhole that I knew I had to give this bitch a taste of it."
"Oh yeah? And does he like tasting that spent jizz dripping out of your ass?"
"Seems to, yeah, buddy," Jason chuckled. He lifted himself up momentarily, exposing Brad's face, dazed and smeared with cum and ass juices. "How 'bout it, bitch? Your Daddy over here asked a question."
Brad's tried to snap to attention, but he had been so focused on taking Lonny's hard fuck and delivering the best possible oral love to Jason's hole that he hadn't been listening. "I'm so...I'm so sorry, sirs," he began, out of breath. "What do you want, please? I'll do anything."
"Fuckin' right you will, you worthless cooze," Joe shot back. "But all I want to know is if you like snarfing down all that cum I shot into my buddy here. Does it taste good pouring out of his ass?"
Brad swallowed and nodded, exaggerating the motion to show his answer was unquestionably a yes. "I love it, sir. I would do anything you wanted and I would enjoy it, daddy. I would love nothing more than to drink your cum all day, out of your cock, out of another boy's ass, out of anything you wanted."
"Yeah?" Jason asked, slapping his hard, fat dick over Brad's lips. "You're such a butch little fucker. It turns me on to hear you say all those pussy things."
Meanwhile, Lonny had slowed down his fucking somewhat, trying to prolong the inevitable. "Shit...this bitch's asshole is so fucking jock-tight," he panted. "I haven't fucked a hole this good in months!"
"Not even mine, Lonny?" Jason asked playfully, waving his perfect, well-licked bubble-butt back at his blond who he knew loved fucking it.
"Especially not yours, asshole," Lonny said. "Jeez-us, between the work-out your ass gets from the two of us and all those other guys on the team, I'm surprised you can keep it shut at all."
Jason frowned. "Fuck you." He didn't like being belittle in front of the slave. He turned back to Brad, who was eagerly licking the tip of his cock, silently begging the dark stud to resume using him for pleasure. "Yeah? You want more of this daddy dick, little cunt? Or do you want me to sit back down on your face?"
Brad said in one long sigh, "Oh yes, I love licking your manhole, sir, please daddy let me eat your ass some more!"
"Alright bitch," Jason chuckled. "Lick away." Brad attacked the ass meal with new energy, having rested his chin and tongue somewhat during the interim. The pungent aroma of the dark stud's jock hole filled him with desire, and he devoured the ass to its very core. Soon he heard Jason among him moaning in a high pitch: "Fu-u-uck yeah, baby, eat me way deep in that hole!"
Lonny's fucking motions were slowly picking up speed again, and just as Brad was prepared to return to his semi-conscious state of nirvana as he served up his body to please these two studs, he felt something he wasn't prepared for: hands, with lube, working over his hard dick.
Now, Brad had been so painfully hard throughout the entire day's experiences that he had long since forced himself to forget about doing anything for his own cock's pleasure. He knew his daddy-well, his daddies-wouldn't approve, not after the punishment he got for accidentally jizzing himself while rimming Joe earlier in the day. But the hands on his dick (which could only be Joe's hands, since Lonny was using his to support Brad's legs, and Jason was facing the other way) made him realize that his own sizeable cock was as hard as he had ever felt it from the ongoing stimulation of servicing these randy young men. Why was his master Joe paying attention to it now?
Instinctively he moaned again, but even louder and more frantically than he had before. Brad stopped his motions altogether in reaction to this new stimulus. He stopped pushing back to meet Lonny's thrusts into his ass; he stopped lapping at Jason's ass and instead simply yelled loud moans into his wet rectum. Joe's hands on his cock felt so good. He wanted to say: "God, yes, Daddy! Work over my slave cock, Daddy, oh please!" But the shock of the situation and the ass on his face deprived him of articulation. SO he just moaned away.
After a few minutes, Joe patted Brad gently on the stomach with one hand and his other hand continued to slowly massage the slut's prick. In a soft voice, he said: "Okay, bitch, settle down. You've been a good cunt for me and my friends here, but there's one more thing you have to do for Daddy. And from the look of this engorged dick you've got hanging here, I think you're probably going to enjoy it."
Lonny stopped fucking when Joe said this. Jason lifted himself slightly from his squatting position to see what was going to happen. This allowed Brad a slim view, also, under Jason's butt, and what he saw was almost too good to believe: Joe was climbing onto the bed and preparing to mount Brad's cock.
Everyone was silent as Joe hoisted his butch body over Brad's frame, straddled his crotch, and pointed Brad's meaty eight-inch tube toward his butch-tight asshole. When the tip was in, Joe's chin shot up, pointed to the ceiling, and his eyes closed. He took a deep breath. It was obvious to all three of the others that he was unaccustomed to taking a dick into his ass, especially one as big and hard as their slave's.
"Please, Daddy, you don't have to do this," Brad whimpered, though he was clearly almost beside himself with joy at the prospect of fucking his master. He could feel his dick spasming and spurting pre-cum.
"Shut up, cunt," Joe replied. "We'll do this if Daddy wants to. Maybe Daddy needs a big dick in his own ass once in a while, eh?"
He paused a second, and slowly slid an inch more of his ass down onto the massive member. When he felt used to it, he continued: "And just because neither of these guys have ever done it doesn't mean I'm not going to let you do it right now."
Joe took another deep breath, and slid his ass down slightly more. "Because that's what you're here for, you worthless little bit of dogshit," he finished softly. "To give me pleasure. And that means all of me: my body, my dick, my ass."
With that, he slapped a hand onto his buddy Jason's shoulder for support and commenced riding up and down slowly on the slut's cock. "Oh fuck, that feels so good..." Lonny let out a thin, high whistle, shared a disbelieving grin with the others, and resumed pushing his hard-on into Brad's boy-pussy.
A moment later, Jason went back to feeding his asshole to the slave. "Keep licking that cunt, boy. I'm getting used to your hot tongue up there. Feast on my ass, bitch, while you fuck your Daddy's hole."
Brad, in the meantime, was all but seeing stars. He could tell that his Daddy wanted to take a nice long ride, so in spite of all the pleasure he was receiving-Lonny's oversize cock bonking into his prostate, Jason's most delicious ass riding his face, and the unimaginable fabulousness of having his super butch daddy give up his hole for Brad's prong-in spite of all this, he had to focus on not cumming. Once he spewed his cum into Joe's divine ass, it would all be over, and he wanted to put off that ending for as long as possible.
Alas, it wasn't meant to be. All four men were so worked up by this point that it took only a few minutes before the jizz started flying all around. Jason was first, fisting his fat cock while Brad lapped at his man-pussy like a cat drinking milk, until at the last second he lifted himself and backed up slightly, pointing the tip at Brad and spraying several hot hard jets onto his sexy face. Instinctively, he bent down and began kissing and licking it off, surprising Brad with several open-mouthed deep-kisses. (Jason, the others knew, had a habit of becoming very emotional right at the time of orgasm.) Lonny was next, screaming in the throes of delight as his huge cock pushed a thundering load directly into Brad's well-fucked ass, one hot salvo after another, until his well was dry. He withdrew his long cock, still dripping, and collapsed backward into the chair where he had begun.
Which left Joe. After the make-out session Brad shared with Jason, the hockey boy had eventually moved aside, leaving Brad an unobstructed view of his jock-daddy master, the supreme god of sexuality that was hurriedly humping up and down on his prick. Joe looked sexier at this moment than anyone he had ever fucked-any boy, girl, man, boyfriend, trick, whatever. Today was the best sex he had ever had, and right now, this moment, was its ultimate finale. The coffee boy's thick, strong hairy legs were bent and firmly planted on either side of Brad's waist, and he was using his knees and his back to ride the full length of Brad's steel-hard cock.
Joe himself had been reduced to whimpers. He made noises unlike Brad had heard from him all day. But he understood some of what Joe was feeling, so it only served to turn him on even more.
In high-pitched, breathless, whines, Joe said: "Oh...oh, fuck me...fuck your daddy, bitch...gimme that bitch cock...I love it in my hole...Daddy needs to get fucked now...it's so fucking good...god I love your dick bitch...Daddy loves your big dick in his tight jock hole...fuck me...don't stop...goddammit don't stop you fucking bitch...I need that dick in me...fuck me, deeper, harder, fuck me forever...it's so fucking good...I need your cock, bitch, Daddy needs you to rape his hole...rape his fucking hole...use that big dick on me bitch, I want it all..."
Brad's mind went into a blur, and the onset of the biggest orgasm he ever felt in his life broke through to the surface. Gobs of jizz flew from his cock into Joe's ass, and as soon as they hit, he heard a loud shriek from his daddy: "AAA-I-I-I-EEEEE-E-EY-YE-E-ESSS-SS-SSS! YE-E-EESSS! FUCK IT! OH GOD! YES!"
And the cum flew from Joe's dick as well. The first two shots hit Brad directly across the face. The several that followed coated his chest. As Joe quit spasming and slowly relaxed his body, he fell forward gently over the slave's body, and their torsos were bonded with sticky hot sperm.
Unexpectedly, their faces too almost touched. Joe started coming back to awareness, and saw that he was within kissing distance of this young man who had been his bitch for the past several hours. The two locked stares, both thinking the same thought: Is now the time for tenderness? Is this where it leads?
They held the stare for several seconds, until finally Joe whispered: "Do you want me to kiss you, baby?"
Brad stared deep into his eyes, and considered the question. In any other situation, on any other day in his life, the notion of romance with such a stud would have enticed him, excited him...hell, it would have made him jump for joy. But today he had experienced joy of a different kind, in ways he had never known possible. He knew what it would take for such a day to be complete, and so after a few more seconds of sharing his daddy's intense stare, he looked away and broke the spell.
"No, Daddy," he said, looking over at the others. "I want something else instead." He reached down to touch the rubber sheets beneath him. "Please...I want you all to piss on me, and then forget me. Call me when you will use me again. But for now, just hose me down with your piss, and leave me my clothes. I'll find my own way out. It's time for me to leave."
This is THE END for now. Based on responses, I might continue tales of Brad's other sexual adventures.
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