Previously: Pete wakes up in bed with Jack and his two fuck buddies, Marco and Chris, to the scent of sweat and cum. He quickly realizes he has cocks poking him from three different directions, each begging for attention. Pete quickly learns that Jack and his buddies aren't finished using him.
"Detour Into Depravity" isn't my first story for Nifty, but it's my most personal. It's largely autobiographical in that the story's main character, Pete, is essentially me. His background, feelings and emotions are mine. Some (ok, most) of the sex is fantasy, but like any good fantasy, I'd make it happen if I could.
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Chapter 5
The four of us crashed in bed. We were sweaty, and spent, but we didn't even bother to shower. We relished the scent of sweat and cum; I know I did.
I slept better than I had in several days now that I finally gotten to empty my overflowing balls the night before. The cum that had been stretching my testicles was now firmly lodged in Jack's intestines. And while the feeling of relief was palpable, my mind wandered back to that feeling of deprivation that was now becoming erotically addictive. I actually missed the overwhelming horniness that had preoccupied me for the last eight days.
But, damn did I sleep! I woke up in a cluster of arms, legs, torsos, and rock-hard cocks, including my own. I had two cocks pressing against my face, one on each side. What a way to wake up, I thought to myself. Someone appeared to be stirring, but no one was speaking yet.
I felt a hand from someone further up on the bed reach down to the top of my head and push my face into a cock, presumably theirs's. "Take my cock" the voice whispered. It clearly was Jack, and I was more than happy to oblige. Damn I loved that boy's cock. I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed it in my warm mouth. I don't think he wanted to wake the others up; he wanted my mouth for himself, so I silently sucked. After a few minutes Jack couldn't help himself, and exclaimed, "Damn!". "What?" came another voice, which sounded like Marco. "That's Pete down there sucking me off. Pete, Marco's cock is going to need some attention too", he whispered a little louder now. I assumed the other cock that was in my face was Marco's, and I was right. I pulled off Jack, turned to Marco, and replaced Jack's fat dick with Marco's even fatter one. I was on my back, which wasn't ideal for sucking, so I rolled over, got on my hands and knees and went down on those two delicious cocks. I pushed their hips and waists together so I could get their cocks as close to one another as possible. If I could've, I would've deep throated both of them at the same time. And although I was nothing but a hungry little slut, even I wasn't talented enough for that.
I established a rhythm of sucking one of the cocks to near orgasm, then turning to the other and doing the same. My head was still under the covers, and they were just two anonymous hard cocks to me. Who they were attached to was irrelevant. I switched back and forth between the two, none of us in a hurry. They had all morning to be sucked, and I had all morning to suck. It was heaven. I had never enjoyed sucking cock more, and I hoped they sensed my enthusiasm. Again, I wanted to bring them pleasure more than anything. I didn't give a damn if I came as long as I continued to pleasure them. I craved the sensation and taste of their jizz exploding in my mouth more than I craved my own orgasm.
Oddly I didn't quite know where Chris was. I couldn't feel his body when this started nor did I sense he had left the bed. I got my answer quickly. I thought I felt the blankets being lifted off me and I was right. Chris wanted to see what was going on under there so he removed the blankets. When it all became clear to him, he exclaimed, "Well look at our hungry daddy cocksucker. Somebody's wants their morning protein shake. Jack, do you feed your daddy slut a protein shake every morning for breakfast?"
By this time, Jack and Marco were face-to-face making out with me between their cocks, taking turns on them. They were holding each other's faces with their hands, and passionately sharing tongue-filled kisses. Jack, had to pull away from Marco's face to respond to Chris's question, "Not yet, but maybe this morning can be the beginning of a new routine for Petey. Looks like he REALLY likes getting his protein."
I smiled as I sucked, totally loving the slutty attention I was receiving.
"Hey Pete, you forget something?" Chris said as he knelt over Marco on the bed, stroking his own cock.
I looked up at him somewhat helplessly, I didn't know how my mouth could handle three cocks at once.
I had dreamt about Chris's cock up my ass all night but didn't want to get my hopes up about getting it a second time, especially so soon after, but I thought to myself, `WTF, I'm just a slut. No harm in asking.'
With my mouth still on one of the cocks in front of me and my hand jerking off the other, I used my free hand to point around to my ass which was pointing high in the air. I made eye contact with Chris, raised my eyebrows to suggest, `Fuck me again?' and went back to work on the two cocks that demanded my attention.
Chris was fully hard by this time and I was pretty sure he had enjoyed my hole as much as I enjoyed his cock, so he didn't need any persuading. He quickly located the lube and generously (thank god) bathed his cock in it. Now, fully concentrating on the two cocks in front of me, I felt Chris firmly plant the tip of his cock into my backside. "Ohhhh..." I gasped. Knowing to relax, I let out a deep breath and let Chris's cock invade my insides. And he was a pro. It slid in like it had found its home from the night before. He slowly pushed and pushed and pushed, and when I thought he had fully penetrated me, he gave it one last deliberate thrust that almost put me over the edge.
My now-full rectum sent me into overdrive. I now wanted to suck every drop of cum from the two studs in front of me to give them the same pleasure my hole was feeling. Chris began to long-dick me just like the night before and the more he did, the harder and faster I deep-throated the two cocks in front of me. With each thrust, Chris got deeper and deeper into my gut, so I kept trying to take the two cocks deeper and deeper into my throat. Once again, I went into a trans...mindlessly sucking and getting fucked, as if I were an animal without a free will or conscience. Just a fucking machine for their pleasure. Like everything else before this, I wanted this to go on forever, but the two cocks in my mouth were getting ready to blow, and the one that was assaulting my hole wasn't far behind. I didn't care. All I knew is I wanted to be covered in cum. Their cum. The cum I will have singlehandedly coaxed out of the three of them.
I could feel all three of them nearing climax, so I croaked to Chris, "Pull out", and when he did I pulled my mouth off of whichever cock I was sucking, turned on my back and shouted, "Shoot all over my face, shoot HARD, men!" Jack quickly kneeled on the left side of my head, Marco on my right, and Chris straddled my torso with his knees lodged into my armpits. I looked straight up and all I could see was three throbbing cocks being stroked by their respective owners. It was a sight to behold. My unexpected and inexplicable pivot to servitude had reached new heights. These long, veiny, steel-hard cocks ready to explode on my face. I instinctively reached for my own cock to jerk so I could cum with them and--no surprise--Jack swatted my hand away wordlessly. Nothing needed to be said; I knew the rules. This was about them, not me, so I reached up with both hands to caress their balls as they jerked. As they stroked, I tenderly cupped and fondled their ball sacks. As they stroked more vigorously, I picked up the pace as well. The caressing turned to rubbing, then kneading, and finally squeezing and pinching them hard. Finally it happened, Arggghhh..." groaned Jack first, which started a chain reaction of all three cocks exploding down onto my face like an avalanche of cum. I opened my mouth wide to catch as much as I could of that glorious reward and was reasonably successful. What I missed landed on my face, in my hair and even on my chest.
There was nothing but silence for moments. Just three cocks dripping their owner's love juice straight down onto my face. No one said a word.
I eagerly scooped up every drop I could and greedily sucked it all off my fingers. Then each of them helped me by doing the same and feeding it to me. When Marco scooped some up, he laughingly said, "I'm taking this, it's Jack's jizz, and Jack has the tastiest jizz of us all" and proceeded to lick it off his fingers.
Their jerking and spasms continued for a number of minutes until Jack eventually ordered me to clean each of their cocks. I was more than happy to comply, so I reached for the closest, now softening, cock who happened to be Marco's, and swallowed it whole. I carefully licked and sucked to retrieve every last drop of cum. "Oh, sweet Jesus," Marco moaned. "This daddy is so fucking hot." Then I heard Chris say, "Ok daddy, now do me", and dropped his long cock across my mouth. I took him in the same way I did Marco: with the purposeful intention to suck every drop out of him. When he was finished, Jack's cock appeared next to my face, "You know what to do, boy", he smirked. I secretly liked Jack's cock the best. Still semi-hard, it was thick and still had plenty for me to feast on. I milked his the longest until he was bone dry.
When I had finished my task to their satisfaction, they collapsed in a heap around me. Now the place REALLY smelled like sweat and cum. And it was an intoxicating scent indeed. We laid there for nearly 20 minutes, just taking in the early morning's events.
No one wanted to move, but at the same time, it felt like something should be said or done. Marco finally broke the silence, "Pete, you are such a hot fucking daddy. Is this your gig...to have young guys use you? No judgment...just trying to figure you out."
Ok,' I thought, I guess this situation deserves some level of explanation. Before I could answer, Chris added, "Fuck yeah Pete, I've never seen a daddy as hot as you give the way you do."
I was at a loss for words. I looked (a little sheepishly) at Jack and he jumped in for me. "Guys, it's no more complicated than this. Pete is a friend of Charles's and mine and we've been having some raunchy fun together. Charles and I have been the `givers' and Pete has been on the receiving end, last night and this morning included. I don't think Pete owes any of us an explanation, right Pete?"
I had to think hard about how to answer this because, frankly, I didn't have a clue myself.
Still lacking a response to the question that had been haunting me, I just started talking without thinking too hard about it. I finally said. "Guys, as you know I recently retired and am entering a new phase of life. Other than being gay, my entire life before this has been reasonably conventional. I've had long term relationships, one in particular, and I was always the one in control. But now is the first time in my life I've had the freedom to try new things...seeing what it's like to give up control, surrender to others, and I'm taking advantage of it. I don't know where this will go, or if it'll even stick. But for now, I'm rolling with it and enjoying it. It's like I'm trying out a whole new wardrobe, so to speak. Not sure yet whether if it's `me" long term, but the tailor is sexy as hell and I'm enjoying the ride."
"Fuck yeah, Pete", Marco cried, "You are ONE HOT DADDY and you look sexy as hell in your new wardrobe. I vote you keep it!," That was followed by other words of affirmation and a loving group hug with many approving hugs and kisses. After a while, it was time for me to get going with the day and I felt it was an appropriate time to make my departure.
I contemplated my new role as I was Ubering home after another night and morning of unprecedented sex. We had had a great time the night before, and especially this morning. There was no lack of clarity that I was their daddy sex toy to use as they like, at least for the time being. No explanations, no apologies, no judgment. With the sex behind us, my role in this group was eliminated. Until, that is, the next time they were horny and needed a hole or two to deposit their seed. And when that time came, they knew where to find me.
`Does this new wardrobe fit?' I asked myself. I had no idea. I came to realize I still had more to learn because I knew that if Charles or Jack (or even Chris or Marco, for that matter), asked me to join them for more, I'd jump at the chance.