Degradation Game

Chapter 5 -- LIFE IS A GAME.

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My father's dick in my ass came to me with the most excruciating pain I had felt in my life. Norman Burke was noticing my pain and asked.

-Shall I take it out, Jesse? You tell me. You know I will not rape you.

-If it has to hurt, let it hurt Sir. But I am determined. I have spent twenty-four hours desiring your dick up my butt and now it is inside me, as I want.

-But you know that you can be my slave too, if you want, without me fucking you.

-Yes, Sir, but I promise you'll end up cumming in my ass. It will only hurt me the first time and I want you inside me every day.

My father then compromised but surprised me by groping my body everywhere; was a long time caressing my balls as he came to my lips and kissed me with the sweetest affection I had felt from him so far.

-Jesse, my son, you are the bravest person I have ever known. I cannot feel more pride about you now. But you know I can stop, don't you?

-I know, Sir, but I don't want you to stop. You're only adding to my happiness now. Please go on till you cum or I will have to call you by your name now, so you are calm --my father's cock inside me now was hurting me a bit less or so I wanted to think. I was determined to be fucked by that hot man every day and I knew I would withstand it. Meanwhile he surprisingly started to jack me off-. Please Sir, you don't have to do that. You are not gay.

-I don't think one day I will give you a blowjob or allow you to fuck me. But the son has been teaching the father what courage means and now it is the father's turn to show you, and I have to reward you, Jesse. It's no big deal for me to masturbate you and at least I will do this every day. Please allow me.

I understood that as the slave I wanted to be, it should be him who allowed me or not. I shouldn't be the one allowing him. But I also wanted to become his best friend forever, and I intuited what my father was feeling and did not protest anymore. So I let him constantly touch me everywhere, kiss me and even jack me off. I knew he was not feeling bad for that and I had a new token of my father's sweetness. So moved I was that I soon started to feel no pain in my ass and I told him.

-Now it doesn't hurt, Sir, and it's becoming heaven. Please fuck me for a long while now if you can resist. And after now, never hesitate. Fuck you son as many times a day as you want.

-I know I can resist, Jesse, even if fucking my brave arousing son is the most exciting experience I've had in my life. But ok, I will take long for your fun. I know it is your fun now.

And the first time my father was fucking me went on for ten more minutes, ten more minutes in which he would never leave my lips now. It was paradise to enjoy being fucked at the same time that I was constantly kissed but his hands were not idle in that haven and at the time he was touching me everywhere, with his other hand he was stroking my dick till I told him that I should cum, and added don't worry, Sir, you know I have discovered today that I am a gusher and I could even cum again as you fuck me, so I shot a big load on the floor and he was still fucking me and kissing me. He began to jack me off again and I took a very short time to be hard again. Finally there came the glorious moments I have been for a whole day waiting. I felt my father's jizz filling my ass and I also came one more time. It had finally been accomplished. I had now become my father's slave, but oddly enough I would call him dad again.

-Dad, my sweetest father, Norman, Sir, I wanna use all your names now. I don't know which words to use now in gratitude, in eternal gratitude for what you have done to me in a single day, turning me into the happiest boy on Earth. I am your slave, bitch and toilet, but also your son and I hope I can always be the best friend Norman Burke ever has.

He started then to cry his eyes out but managed to tell me.

-That's all I wanted, Jesse, making you happy. So if you really like having incest with your father, we can continue the game so you are never sad or bored again. You may come to bed with me now.

-Yes Sir. But don't forget I want to be your bitch in bed and if you want me happy for life, allow me to make you cum many times a day, with my mouth, my ass or my fist. And I hope you allow me now to do a lot of things for your pleasure.

I felt the warmth of my father's body next to mine once the sheets were covering us. I had to say.

-I wanna be your bitch now, Sir. Please allow me to show you. What would you like me to do first for your fun?

-First let me kiss you for minutes, my dear Jesse.

And thus we were kissing each other for longer than a quarter of an hour, rediscovering father and son sweetness and he started to touch me again all over.

-You can be my bitch soon, but first I will jack you off one more time. And now it will be only me pleasing your dick, and if after cumming, you still desire to be my bitch, you will start later. But first it is my turn.

I didn't feel like protesting anymore and I allowed him to masturbate me. I had wrongly guessed that I would start making him cum soon but I never ended discovering my father and now he wanted to start a routine of making me always happy and calm pleasing my dick too. And my cock started to get used to his hand. He was talking.

-Never forget, Jesse, that rather than my slave or bitch, you are my son and now forever my best friend, so I want your happiness.

-Thank you dad, for what you are doing. But I really wanna start my bitch hours in earnest.

-Not before I can see your spunk on our sheets.

So he kept on masturbating me for five more minutes. I was horny with his masturbation but hornier thinking what I would do later. But I had to finally cum and I will never be able to explain what I felt cumming for the first time in what had been my father's bed, now ours.

-Now, Jesse, if you really want to start being my bitch, give your father a new blowjob.

With no hesitation I soon assumed a position in which I could take his dick easily into my mouth and give him a third blowjob. It was the third time and I was as moved as in the two former blowjobs. How good it tasted. When it was dirty, it had a surprisingly good flavour for me, but I liked it just as much when it was clean. But I would always enjoy his masculinity inside my mouth and I had to become the best of bitches so my father would constantly ask me for blowjobs, many every day, I hoped. I soon learnt new tricks with my tongue and was driving him crazy, and he told me. He would also tell me that as he could well perceive the fun I was having, he would allow me to suck his cock often and also told me I could be the one telling him I desired to give him a new blowjob. With that encouragement and knowing I could finally have my father's dick whenever I wanted and sure that I only wanted him to cum once and again with his bitch son, I started to work in earnest now and I gulped it down completely then since so far I had been licking all the length of his tasty manhood in no hurry, massaging the head affectionately with my tongue and never tired of hearing the most pleasant sound in the word: my father's aroused moans and sometimes yells allowing his son to drive him crazy. So deep in my throat now I had him for five more minutes till he had to blast a new load in his son's hungry mouth shouting "thank you, Jesse".

-I would like to hear you say that sooner or later you will also fuck me in bed, Sir.

-I've already fucked you, Jesse and I am feeling a bit selfish knowing you continuously make me cum and I do nothing more than masturbate you.

-Sir, do I have to tell you again how many times I've cum in a single day? Do not forget, Sir, that there will be people who will give me that pleasure and keep in mind how happy my dick is just making you cum once and again. Please Norman, allow me to be a bitch for you.

-Ok Jesse. I will also fuck you in bed. But later. Now, since I know how you like them, you can lick my pits again. It won't be my feet tonight in bed, just my armpits. You can do it; I hope you also like this cleaner taste.

I was fast licking again those pits that had already given me so much fun, enthusiastically but even so my father told me.

-I can't see you just as excited as you were yesterday, Jesse. Would you prefer a riper taste?

-Actually I will always love a ripe smell in your armpits, dad. But this is also a wonderful and different shade of taste, believe me. You will soon learn to know what excites your son the most, dad. Your pits are heaven and you just have to see how hard I am now. So I will only call you dad at this moment and I will jerk myself off again and blast a second load on our sheets.

Norman Burke's armpits were paradise and a big reward for my nose and my tongue and dirtier of cleaner I wanted to spend my life dwelling in them. They were again a lollipop for me to savour slowly, reveling in that incestuous taste. I was increasingly assimilating that hot man I was pleasing was my father and he was naked with me sharing the sheets. My rhythm increased so he could finally enjoy again the vision of his son's happy face and that aroused him so much that he started to jack off again and even had time to tell me how cute I was, some words that I really appreciated. I changed to his left pit now and it took me ten more minutes of heavenly fun to blast a new load and seeing my cum, he shot his load again, for the first time in our sheets, for he had cum before but it had been in my mouth and I had been very careful not to waste a single drop of his juice.

-Ok, Jesse, I will fuck you now.

He asked me to turn now so I lied on my stomach showing him my ass now. But even in that position he could see my hard cock, as a sign that I really desired him to pierce my ass again. He started sweetly plunging his dick in, and I soon asked him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to fuck me as often as he wanted and since he was a gusher like me, I wanted him to fuck me many times a day. But I wanted a new routine of my father fucking me in our bed and I told him.

-I'll fuck you every night if you want, Jesse, but we will not only be master and slave. We must also become lovers. Your father will probably never do some things, but you will constantly be kissed, touched and jacked off for believe me: having sex with my dear brave son is more arousing for me than sex with a girl. So if you really want me to fuck you every night, you must first tell me that we are also lovers.

-Ok, Norman. I think that having just become your lover you would like me to call you by your name more frequently. Thanks again for having made me so happy, dad.

Now sure that I desired his dick up my butt many times every day for I was also his new lover, he started to push in really hard in the longest time he would ever fuck me. The minutes he was penetrating me that first night in bed were endless and he started to fuck me hard now, but all the time smiling, finally convinced that his son's sheer pleasure was having sex with him constantly, making him cum once and again. He was inside me for longer than half an hour and I constantly told him: "go on, Norman, keep fucking your son, your friend, your bitch, your slave and your new lover" till he had to tell me he was sorry but he needed to cum at last and I said of course, dad, this pleasure would be meaningless if you don't finally bust your load inside me. And his jizz baptized my now non virgin ass again.

-I'm your best friend, Norman Burke and I am also your lover, and please never forget that since you want your son's happiness to last, I will always be happy being your slave, your bitch and your toilet.

-Oh I'm so happy, Jesse. Ok, let's sleep now.

We managed to sleep at last after a tender hour of mutual groping and kissing, not jacking each other off now since our goal was to finally fall asleep. We did exchange a lot of words in which I could notice that Norman and I would be forever the best of friends, and lovers too after now.

We spent the next day naked almost all the time and started then a glorious incestuous routine in which I was moved every time I saw him allowing his son to please him sexually. He fucked me an average of three times a day, the third one in bed, but I was happy to suck his cock five times every day. He soon started to smell of sweat again now for my fun. Excrements were scarce: piss and spitting every day, snot whenever he had, but shit and puke once a month or so. He managed to set me up in his timing agency and I soon started to work at home with him, usually both us naked, and to have a job certainly gave me a lot more security in myself. We were the best of friends and could talk about anything with no prejudice. We spent all day kissing and jacked each other off a couple of times every day too.

And a month later I finally took courage to go to a gay bar, called Kochab. I attended the bar with an open mind, willing to do anything with a boy different from my father but willing to do whatever he preferred. Maybe I could fuck a boy or get a blowjob, but I met Arnie and what he wanted was to fuck me so I made no objection and allowed a second dick inside me. But I had no more sex that night. I wanted to soon be next to my lover, my father, my master and friend. When I told him I had had sex with another guy he was certainly aroused and I asked him to fuck me as I told him. He did and I told him everything and he was glad of my arousal but added he was sorry I had not fucked a boy yet or been given a blowjob. He told me he would soon try to find a hustler.

The next day, a month after we had started the game, he told me he had some things to do and I stayed alone at home, but at twelve my cell phone rang. It was my father telling me he had rented a young hustler, a boy called Mitch and they would be home in half an hour.

I saw them coming together and I went hard looking at Mitch. I had told my father what my favourite boys were; now I had started to look lasciviously at some boys. I preferred blonde guys, much more if they had a beard or at least a moustache. That young hustler looked at me with desire; apparently he had liked me a lot. He was blonde, had a beautiful beard and to make it even hotter, he clearly smelled of sweat. My father would tell me later that he had met him close to a gay brothel and guessed he was a bitch, but he was not gonna work today since he had spent the morning sweating as he had run for a couple of hours. But when my father had seen him, he knew he was the kind of boy I preferred and knew I would like him more smelling of sweat. So he had invited him to a coffee and told him what he wanted. He wanted a guy who sucked his son's cock and he would fuck him later and he, my father, would be there jacking off seeing how my cock was pleased. Mitch was a sweet guy, but was obviously ambitious and probably guessed our incest. But knowing my father wanted to masturbate watching me he said that if it was gonna be an incestuous voyeurism, it would cost him more and he said his price. My father had accepted and it was then that he had phoned me.

The first thing Mitch did when he saw me was approach me and tell me "hi, Jesse" and kissed me with affection. I perceived that a hustler does not have the chance to choose his customers and he was used to please a lot of older and ugly guys who paid him well, but it was clear that he wanted a young attractive boy from time to time for a change and he seemed to like me very much, and it was mutual: I also liked him a lot. My father suggested after the greetings that we could go to the kitchen and have a drink and asked Mitch what he would like to have. He asked for a whisky and my father prepared coffee for him and me. Once the three drinks were ready he told us the three of us could strip now. Mitch was used to getting naked in front of boys and shamelessly he was first to take everything off. Then Norman and I started to strip too and our boners were obvious and that surprised Mitch, because my father had told him he was not gay. Mitch was not naïve and I saw clearly in his face that he has guessed the father had gone hard looking at his son's nudity and the rest of the afternoon I noticed him wondering how far our incest would go for he was sure by now that we used to have sex with each other. We had first a long time to murder a drink but Mitch's hands could not be quiet and he soon started to touch me and told me I could touch him too if I wanted. I started then to grope his sexy body even stroking his beard with desire and sometimes even making clear sniffing movements that convinced him of how much I liked his sweaty scent. Soon both of us were resting our hands in the other's balls and timidly first we started to jack each other off. My father saw us and went hornier and told Mitch he could give me a blowjob then and there, in the kitchen.

Mitch took no time to think and soon was gulping down my burning shaft. He was obviously an expert, sucking cocks was his job but his lips and tongue soon convinced me he really liked me and was enjoying my dick. Heaven came to me then as I was experiencing my first blowjob by a boy. How good he was. His tongue was moving around my head swiftly and hectically, wanting to fix in his mind the memory of my taste. He was obviously having fun and so was I, so much fun that I knew I could not hold it and was soon to cum. I told him and he asked me to cum in his mouth. I had no more chance than shoot a big load then that he gulped down showing me a happy face.

-Now we can move to the living room and chat for a while and when Jesse is hard again, he can fuck you, Mitch.

-Perfect --he said.

We moved to the living room and Mitch sat next to me on the couch, our hands on our dicks and touching each other everywhere. I was easy with him now and I raised one of his arms and sniffed one of his pits and told him he smelt perfectly.

-You're a nice guy, Jesse, and you know what? I would like to have a drink one day with you. I could give you my cell phone number and don't worry: I won't charge you any money for the drink or for whatever we could do later.

-Thanks, Mitch; if you want I could fuck you now.

-Whenever you want, Jesse.

Then he sat on my dick, a new position I would try for my first time fucking a boy. But I so desired to fuck his ass now. It was so sexy and it was there, impaling itself on my hard cock. Even if I felt fire in my dick, I knew I would resist, for I had already cum and I devoted myself to just feeling, to get horny at the feel of a guy's ass, to feel how glorious it was to touch a guy, more if it was a guy like him, who was obviously having fun with me. He looked into my eyes and soon kissed me and later he would tell me.

-How sexy you are, Jesse. I know I am a hustler and I say this to all my clients and it is true that I often tell them what they want to hear. But you are special, really attractive and I love it with you.

I knew he was a hustler and could be cheating me but I wanted to believe him and somehow I did. It was obvious for me that even if I still lusted for my father and I would always desire him, I was feeling the same thing now with Mitch and I would like to repeat with him. My father kept beating his meat to the rhythm of my cock fucking Mitch, happy to see how both of us were, apparently at least, enjoying each other, till unexpectedly, a quarter of an hour later, I shot a load inside Mitch's ass, or to be precise, inside the condom I was fucking him with.

-You're so hot, Mitch --I heard my father say then-, that I would also like to fuck you.

-You never talked to me about that, Norman. You can but it will cost you more.

-Tell me the price, Mitch.

And he did say his price and my father went to our bedroom and brought a wad of money and gave it to Mitch and then Mitch told him to fuck him whenever he so desired. Norman Burke then told him to get on all fours and he plunged his cock in with no more foreplay.

Now I know that my father had planned fucking Mitch not only because of his arousal, but because he wanted to test me, to see if I would get jealous seeing how he fucked a different boy. But I passed the test with flying colours, jacking off as a madman, horny as hell watching my father's cock inside the ass of that hot boy I had started to really like. My father was so stoked that he blasted a load maybe too soon but told Mitch that he had really enjoyed his ass. Then he told him as sweetly as he could that was all and we didn't need him any longer. Mitch then asked me to phone him soon for he would really like to talk to me. He got dressed and left us at last. My father finally asked me whether I had enjoyed and we had a second coffee in which I told him everything I had felt and how I had liked Mitch and thanked my father for his good choice. I also told him I would like to repeat with him and he encouraged me to phone him tomorrow and added we could afford to pay him often and he would bring him home more times. I said perfect, dad, but what I need right now after the wonderful afternoon with him is having sex soon with the sexiest boy in the world, don't know if you know him, one such Norman Burke.

Those words of mine led us to more passionate incestuous sex that we were having all that day and later in bed, even in the morning just after waking up, before coffee. And at last I took courage and phoned Mitch. He was obviously expectant to hear my voice and when I told him I would like to have a drink with him today we appointed to meet at five in a bar close to his workplace, his brothel.

As soon as he saw me he greeted me with a wide smile and we asked for drinks, rum for him, coffee again for me, and once we started drinking, he told me.

-In fact, Jesse, I like you so much that I would love to have sex with you again but today if you accept it will be for free. But first let me tell you that I think I could perceive yesterday that you like me smelling of sweat and that's why I have not had any shower today either. But I can have one if you prefer.

-Mitch, I don't know what to say. It has moved me to hear you say that you wanna have sex for free with me. I like you a lot. And I'd rather you had no shower.

-First, I will tell you something about myself and later if you are easy enough with me, you could trust me and tell me everything you want, for I already suspect them.

-Tell me anything you like, Mitch.

-Well, I have been working as a hustler for two years. I started at 23 and I am 25 now.

-I'm a year younger.

-You see, Jesse. I have lived alone since I was fifteen and have had many jobs. But two years ago I was unemployed and I thought that somehow I had to earn a living. I have a gay friend who has always known he can tell me anything and he had already told me that he worked in a gay brothel called The bull's horns. I even accompanied him to his working place a couple of times. But one day I thought that maybe I could do the same for I desperately needed a job and he had told me that to work there you needn't be gay. He has some heterosexual or bisexual workmates too, or that's what he tells me. So I suddenly thought that was simply a job and I could also do it if I were willing to let boys fuck me, for instance and at the same time I would try to be sweet with them and would kiss them, touch them and so on. That was gonna be my job now and I had to be good in it. So one day I simply started to prostitute myself. As I suspected the first time you are fucked is painful and it is compulsory besides to be hard. Let's say that your client expects you to be hard. But once I was fucked the first time, I saw that it would be easy to be fucked more times. Did I like boys? I can tell you that I soon started to like sucking cocks and since I liked it, it was very easy now to be always hard simply remembering the taste of some cocks I had sucked and enjoyed. But soon I had a client who stank and maybe now you are surprised, but I think you and I share our fetish. His smell of sweat simply drove me crazy. I could have admitted that day that I really like boys but I wanted to do another test. And soon I went to a gay bar because I wanted to have sex with a boy for free to know with no doubt that I like boys too. And I liked a lot what I felt that night and I admitted everything and I suppose I am bisexual, even though in the last two years I've had no sex with girls. So, Jesse, I've often had sex for free, but never before with a client. But I have liked you a lot and I certainly would like to take you to my bed and have sex with you for hours. But first, don't you think it is time to open up with me and tell me about you?

-Ok, Mitch, I will tell you now but maybe you will not like me when I tell you that I really have sex with my father, as I think you suspect, but I am also his slave and toilet.

-You're open-minded; Jesse and I even like you more now. But tell me something: does your father force you to do anything?

-No, Mitch, we're just playing a game that we started one day and we wanna play for life. Shall I tell you? It also implies hearing about excrements.

-Tell me whatever you like, Jesse. You're just making me hornier.

-It can take me more than one hour to tell.

-I want to hear your story. Not every day you can listen to a boy as hot as you telling me he has sex with his father and even play with him to be his slave and toilet. So speak calmly, Jesse, I wanna hear you.

I liked Mitch more after that day. The best of him is that he doesn't get shocked easily and I saw that I could tell him anything. So I was speaking for an hour, telling him how the game had begun and I had soon seen that I lusted for my father and told him, how he wanted me calm and from playing with any kind of excrements we soon went to having incest. I told Mitch that I felt wonderful being degraded and how after a long day inside a tub covered in excrements my father had finally fucked me and taken me to bed and I was now his happy slave but also his lover.

-You are the hottest boy I've ever met, Jesse, and you don't know how I desire to have sex with you now.

-I'd love to, Mitch.

-But would you not mind having sex with a hustler?

-And wouldn't you mind --I responded- having sex with an incestuous slave?

-I think that we can try. I would like you to sleep with me tonight but I understand now that you go to bed with your father every day, so you would have to phone him and ask for his permission. But of course that would be like cheating him.

-My father would be more than glad, Mitch, if I had sex with you and he doesn't mind me cheating him. I am his lover, that's true, but not his partner. I wanna sleep tonight with you, Mitch.

So I called my father to ask his permission to sleep that night with Mitch. Of course he granted his permission but I could perceive how aroused he was that I was gonna have sex with a boy I had told him I liked so much.

I told Mitch my conversation and my father's permission and he smiled at me and told me we could go to his flat.

It was obvious that in two years as a hustler he had earned a lot of money and I soon saw that his flat was luxurious. After a drink, naked both of us, we headed to his bedroom. We had then four hours of intense carnal knowledge before sleep in which we did everything and even repeated. Due to his job, he was used to cumming as often as he desired and as I could also cum many times a day, we fucked each other twice, for instance, and also had time to blow each other. And we finally slept together and in the next breakfast I noticed something and asked him.

-Do you love me, Mitch?

-You won't like to know but it is true that I love you now.

-I think I love my father, Mitch, but you and I understand each other and we could begin being lovers now.

-But would you never mind me having sex with boys once and again because it is my job, and sincerely I wanna keep this job as far as I am young and attractive?

-I would never mind you having sex with more boys, not only as your job, but with any boy you like, even in gay bars, even if you have sex with a girl again one day. I will go to bed with my father every night but you and I could be lovers and have sex in the afternoons that you don't work and maybe even some days in the morning.

-Jesse, I love you and you know I respect anything you are because you are proud of yourself, exactly the way I like you. And even because of you I could have sex for free with your father if he so desires and you never get jealous. I don't wanna play with excrements but I am not shocked. That's something some customers ask me from time to time but I always refuse.

-I must inform my father, Mitch, and if he does not object, I will come to your house again tomorrow if you don't work.

-I don't have to work every day, just the days I desire, and you can go to the brothel any time from four in the afternoon to six in the morning. If you come tomorrow, we can have sex again.

-Look, I wanna know The bull's horns. I could visit you tomorrow there at six for instance, and if you want you can also try to seduce a client before. And later we may come here and have some sex.

In that we agreed and I said goodbye to him in a hurry to be with my father again.

-I know you are not jealous, Sir, because I have somehow cheated you, and Mitch loves me and we could be lovers now. Dad, I have never dared tell you, but I love you.

-Let us have a long kiss first, Jesse.

And we did kiss passionately for ten minutes as he was sweetly telling me that he could always have me as long as I desired, but added of course I could try it with Mitch too.

And later I saw something that really surprised me. Almost treacherously my father came to my dick and started blowing me! I could not believe it.

-You don't have to do that, Sir.

-Only dad now, please. You know Jesse, the scarce moments I am alone --he started then talking as he sucked my cock. His first blowjob was all the time an intense conversation too and since that day I love being blown as they talk to me- I like wanking even imagining I had my son's sexy dick in my mouth and even up my ass. Ok, Jesse, since you fuck with Mitch and have that sexual need fulfilled with him, you needn't fuck me, but I will jack off sometimes thinking you are fucking me and telling you later. But I will suck your cock after today many times, you can be sure. If we keep on being lovers, we can blow each other in bed, even 69. Your dick tastes deliciously.

I thought he was not sure then I wanted to be his lover for longer and I had to ask him.

-Dad, are you jealous of Mitch?

-A bit --he confessed as he was driving me crazy with his blowjob, moving up and down all the length of my shaft, massaging the head with lust and repeatedly gulping it down with expertise. It was the first time he was sucking a cock, I knew, but oh he was so good-, so I had to convince you that as far as you want your father as your lover, he would always give you anything you want, even blowjobs after today.

-Dad, I have promised you and I want to live always playing with you. Besides I love you, don't forget. I wanna spend my life being always your best friend, and always your lover. And in addition always your bitch, your toilet and your slave. I will never get away from you, you can be sure. I'll have to talk to Mitch in earnest now, for I don't want to hurt him. Thank you for what you're doing, dad, and after now play with me anyway you so desire. But I have to cum.

-Do it, Jesse.

And I shot an enthused load inside my father's sexy mouth for the first time and he really praised the taste and told me he would suck my cock every day.

-As often as you want, dad.

That very day I knew The bull's horns. It was a very small place, but cosy. It had some posters of naked boys everywhere to arouse the clients and besides there were also a couple of televisions which played gay porn movies constantly. One was there in front of the counter; the other one was in what was called the video room, certainly small but where hustlers and clients used to chat and do, say, the negotiation of what they wanted to do and how much it would cost them. I didn't see Mitch when I arrived and after having a beer in the bar room, I moved to the video room to wait for him. I noticed then some old guys approaching me, clearly confusing me with one of the hustlers but I talked to them, always smiling, but when they asked me "how much for...", I had to tell them the truth, I was not a hustler but was there waiting for, I lied then, my boyfriend who really was.

After a quarter of an hour of wait in which I could have had, if I had wanted, at least three clients, Mitch came out of one of the rooms, saw me and approached me and with wet eyes kissed me.

-I want to have sex with you again, Mitch, but I don't know if this situation makes sense, me being in love with my father and always desiring to be his lover and his bitch.

-I am a bitch; you are your father's bitch. But see, Jesse, the different meanings the word bitch has. Is there a way I could still be your lover? You know I love you, and you see, many times I've pictured myself having a boyfriend before I met you and I thought that would be impossible for even if I quit my job now, one day he had to know what I have been. Either I would have to tell him or somebody would inform him sooner or later. But you know what my job is and respect me. If your father has no problems in me being your second man, after him, of course, I would be glad to be your lover and even have sex with him for free if he wants.

But my father had asked me to tell Mitch that he had no need of having more sex with the boy who would be his son-in-law. He was glad one day he fucked him but he would always allow us intimacy to be together.

We had sex that day but scarcely because I convinced Mitch to come home and speak the three of us in earnest. With clothes on today, Norman, Mitch and I were chatting and both decided they could share me but Mitch could come and live with us.

Since that day I have, say, two boyfriends. One I am deeply in love with. The other one knows very well I don't love him but I really like him and he is happier with me than he could ever be with another dude, he says. I am still my father's toilet but he is very careful to use me scarcely and always in the hours Mitch is not home and is doing his job. But Mitch has surprised me many times when my father's pissing in my mouth. In those moments he just looks at me and smiles. He's never pissed me though.

We do it like this now. As Mitch works in the afternoons mostly, sometimes even in the morning hours, I have a lot of sex with the boy I love, my own father, and play with him and obey him as a good slave. At nights I sleep with him and after breakfast, often both of us naked, Mitch wakes up and has breakfast with us without his clothes too. Then as I have convinced my father to do my job in the timing agency in the afternoons, after my morning coffee, I jump into a new bed and spend hours having sex with my lover Mitch, so I laugh because I now spend a lot of hours in bed, in two different beds, and I jump from my father's bed to Mitch's bed.

This situation is strange for us three but perfect for us three as well. Mitch loves me deeply but he has enough sharing me with my father and living with the boy he loves and who also respects his job and every day when he comes home he quietly tells me what he has done today and how many clients he's been with. My father also leads a happy life, every day having sex with his dear son, even giving me many blowjobs, but of course fucking me every day. And as for me, I am the happiest boy on Earth. I doubt there is somebody in the world happier than me, with a man I love, and even with a boy I don't love yet but whom I perceive I could love one day for my father would never get jealous knowing he will always be my main man and I desire to play with him for as long as both of us live, always enjoying life and never being bored again.