This is a work of fiction based upon a popular daytime drama. It does not make any suggestion about the sexual orientation of the actors who portray the characters in this story. You must be of legal age to read these pages. The author maintains copyright of this material. All characters are the property of CPT Holdings.
The fiery red convertible zoomed down the highway in total disregard of speed restrictions, zigzagging between slower traffic. The latest Phish CD blared from the high frequency speakers as the young man marked his course. With one thick finger he pressed the Armani sunglasses back to the bridge of his nose and ran a strong hand through his short brown hair, which was captured by the cool early-evening breeze. His squared jaw was set determinedly and his thick full lips were pursed tightly together.
Nearly missing the diesired exit, he shot the car across two lanes and skidded into the ramp. The big tires squealed angrily as he kept control of the vehicle, maneuvering it onto a lesser-traveled country road. One could see for miles on either side of the roadway in this unspoiled expanse of Genoa City. Rolling goldenrod fields gave way to deep green valleys, cattle grazing lazily behind whitewashed wooden fencing. Life out here, away from the city, was peaceful and serene. The expensive red car kicking up dust in its wake seemed terribly out of place.
Squinting his large blue eyes behind the shades, Nicholas Newman checked the mile markers, his heart beating with anticipation as he drew nearer to his quarry. He had been planning this moment for some time. Yet, as he grew closer to his moment of reckoning, a foreboding nervousness invaded his athletic body. Was he really determined to go through with this?
It was those images which wouldn't leave his mind---the images of his father and Bradley Carlton engaged in frenetic sex on the surveillance monitors out at the Newman ranch. Almost two months ago he had observed Carlton's Jaguar parked in the driveway and, fearing a confrontation between the two men, raced over to the main house and let himself in with his key. When there appeared to be no evidence of the two men on the ground floor he had searched the upper level. That was when he discovered his father's unlocked study and the somewhat outdated camera system. Powering on the monitors, Nicholas was treated to a sight he sometimes now wished he had never seen. His father had Bradley chained in some sort of weird hammock in a bunker somewhere in the bowels of the house. Both men were totally nude and Victor was performing a series of degrading sexual acts upon the younger man, who unconvincingly protested. Nick was awed by the physical beauty of the two naked men: Bradley, gym-toned to perfection; Victor, all hard ranch muscle. Loosing all control, Nicholas had stripped and jerked himself off to an earth-shattering climax as he watched his father fuck the firm ass of Carlton with his huge twelve-inch man tool.
And then events began taking bizarre twists. Victor reconciled with his wife, who had been having a torrid affair with the man he had just deflowered. Stranger still was Victor's decision to reinstate Carlton to Newman Enterprises in the capacity of Vice-President. Young Victoria Newman, sister to Nicholas, challenged her father on his perplexing actions but, as usual, Victor was not to be disuaded. Only Nick, who had been privy to the basement scene, had some idea as to the underlying reasons for Victor's motives. It had been extremely difficult for Nicholas to maintain eye contact with his father since that fateful night. Every time they were in the same room together, all Nick could see was the sex-driven master dominating the muscle stud slave in the basement room, all of it captured on video tape.
Nicholas had sat back and watched Carlton breeze back into the company as though he had never been away. taking on responsibilities which had been Nick's. While his father had passed him up for a seat on the board of directors, Bradley eased right in. On the surface both men still appeared to be adversaries, but Nick could see a softening on the tycoon's part towards the younger man. He was certain their disagreements were an act to cover the ungoing sexual compatability the two men had discovered.
So lost in thought was Nick that he nearly missed the long driveway which fed off the quiet road to the former Rawlins estate. The grounds leading up to the big white house were impeccably manicured. It seemed impossible that a man with the heart of a beast could live in such serene surroundings. Yet, there was no mistake, this was the home of Bradley Carlton.
Nicholas brought the car to a squealing halt in front of the main entranceway. Looking up at the tall stone columns and massive double doors, Nick felt a twinge of nervousness. Perhaps his impromptu visit was not a good idea. He wondered if he should simply bury the memories of his lewd observation far back in the recesses of his mind. But he HAD tried. Nothing seemed to alleviate the opressive anger, nor could anything squelch the burning in his loins.
Stepping out of the sports car young Nicholas Newman reached for the package he had hidden under his seat and, tucking it tightly under his arm, approached the large stained-glass doors. Pressing a thick forefinger to the dimly lit bell, he heard the tinny sound echo through the foyer. After what seemed like an eternity, the door was thrown open by Carlton.
"Nicholas," he said, surprised, "what are you doing all the way out here?"
Brad was barely dressed in a black and gold silk knee-length lounging robe which was open at the waist, revealing matching black silk boxer shorts. Nick was momentarily flustered, but managed to utter, "We need to talk."
Neither man noticed the beat-up rusted pick-up truck just out of view down the long driveway which had followed Nicholas Newman from the moment he left the office building in downtown Genoa City. The man in the truck scooted down low in his seat, splintered tooth pick working nervously at the corner of this thin, cruel lips, as he watched young Nick Newman enter the grandeous home.
Ushered into a large study, Nick was impressed with the masculine feel of the room. Highly polished, dark mahogony paneling complimented the lush brown leather furnishings. One entire wall had been built into a bookcase, which was filled with an assortment of bound volumes. A wide-screen television dominated the opposite wall, flanked on both sides by tall French doors leading out to the veranda. A few scattered pieces of artwork by lesser known craftsmen adorned the walls, and a huge stuffed buck's head seemed to plunge right through the paneling above the mantlepiece. There was a small fire going in the stone fireplace, just enough to ward off the chill of the night air.
Loosely tieing the dangling silk sash around his narrow hips, Brad sat down on the edge of one leather sofa, elbows resting on his naked knees. The front of his robe remained open enough for Nick to see the rise of the other man's twin pecs and the deep hollow between his breast bone. Fearing for a momemt that he might lose his nerve, Nick belted out:
"I want to know why my father reinstated you to Newman Enterprises."
Bradley chuckled, "Don't you think that's a question for your father, Nick?"
Young Nick squinted his icy blue eyes. "I already know the answer. I just wanted to see if you were man enough to fess up to it."
Brad rolled his sultry brown eyes. "Okay, Nick, what's this really all about? Obviously you came out here on a mission, so let's hear it. What do you think you know?"
Swallowing hard, the moment of truth at hand, Nick removed the brown paper package from beneath his moist armpit, and thrust it at Brad. "This should answer your question."
His suspicious eyes trained on young Newman, Brad tore open the package and glanced downward at the video-tape which fell onto his lap. Taking the plastic cassette into his hand, Brad asked, "And just what is this?"
"Merely a copy," Nick retorted in his most snobbish tone, "See for yourself."
Intrigued, Brad rose from his seat and padded barefoot across the thick carpeting to insert the cassette into the video player. His eyes focused on the younger man, Brad returned to his seat and pressed several buttons on the remote, bringing the mammoth television screen to life. When the tape began to play, a huge knot suddenly formed in Carlton's smooth throat. For there on the screen in glorious technicolor he observed himself being manhandled by Nick's father, multi-millionaire Victor Newman.
"W-Where did you get this?" Brad stammered, his eyes fighting to look away from the steamy sex depicted on the screen.
"That's not important," Nick shot back. "What IS important is that I know exactly how you got your job back through the hold you have over my father."
Brad's eyes bore into him. "You know precious little, Nick. I suggest you go home to your pretty wife and your happy family and forget all about this unpleasantness."
Sowly circling the couch, totally ignoring the other man's comments, Nick went on. "The one thing I can't figure is why Dad kept you around after reconciling with Mom."
Brad smirked. "Okay, Nick. You think you're man enough to handle the truth? I'll tell you the truth, but first I have to take a leak. You wait right here and prepare yourself for the whole true story."
Before Nick could respond, Bradley was up and on his way out of the room. Turning to look at the twenty-three year old lad, Brad softly closed the door behind him, leaving Nicholas alone to ponder this turn of events.
Alone, his bravado crumbled. Running both hands through his dark hair, Nicholas cursed himself for allowing Brad to break his control. This temporary intermission was allowing Brad time to formulate a counter attack. Nick wasn't sure he could maintain his momentum once the other man returned. The image of Brad and his father flickered across the screen: Victor feeding his arm into the harnessed stud's gaping anus. Nicholas swallowed heavily, realizing he was in the home of the hot stud on that television screen---the same hot stud who had provided sexual satisfaction to both his parents. As it had been doing with regularity over the past few weeks, Nicholas' cock bounced to attention inside his slacks.
"Not again!" he muttered out loud. No matter where he was, the memory of his father and Brad flashed into his mind like a recurring nightmare. Tthe throbbing weapon straining against his zipper was the result and the damned thing refused to go down until he had given it some lusty attention. He couldn't begin to tally the number of times he'd locked his office door so as to service his meat, or the fevered fuckings he'd thrown to Sharon when, in actuality, she was the farthest person from his mind. This is what Brad and his father had done to him with the wanton mating at the Newman ranch! They had turned him into a sex hungry nymphomaniac!
A thin sweat broke out on Nicholas' brow as the room became suddenly stuffy. Rising, he strode over to one set of french doors, his big cock visibly outlined in the front of his pants. As Nick unlatched and opened one of the glass doors outwards, the owner of the mysterious pick-up truck flattened himself agianst the outside stone wall, scarcely daring to breathe lest his presence become known.
Nick was about to step outside onto the veranda for a breath of fresh air when the door opened and Brad re-entered the room. His silk robe was no longer tied closed, but draped provocatively off his shoulders, displaying his fine sculpted body. Broad shoulders gave way to strong pectoral muscles adorned with quarter-sized brown nipples which seemed to harden for Nick's pleasure. His young eyes took in the strong tapered waist and the ripples of the older man's fiercely-worked abdominal wall. Thrusting his hands into deep pockets, Nick cleared his throat, unable to find words.
Nick's nervous observation was not lost on Bradley, who smiled inwardly and sauntered over to take a seat on the edge of the sofa. A touch on the remote control paused the taped action on screen as Brad addressed young Newman.
"So, Nick," he said quietly. "Obviously you made this tape for a reason. What don't you tell me what it is that you want?"
Thick nostrols flaring with heavy breathing, Nick could control himself no longer. Unfastening his pants, he advanced on Carlton.
"I WANT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THIS!" he demanded as his hard piece of meat shot out of designer boxer shorts and smacked Bradley right across the lips. Reflexively, Carlton reached out and grasped the thick base of the younger man's prick, affording himself a closer inspection.
The Newman men were hung like the horses in their stables! Although a couple of inches shy of his father's twelve-incher, Nicholas nonetheless sported an impressive fuck tool. The smooth rod curved upward from its nest of dark brown hair; nut sac hanging invitingly between runner's thighs. With his other hand Brad cupped the slightly hairy balls and gently massaged them in his palm, toying with the duck-egg sized orbs contained in the sac as he began to stroke the throbbing rod.
"Is this what you wanted, Nick?" Brad asked, looking up into the boy's baby blues. "You want me to jerk your big Newman cock? You want me to wrap my hand around your sweaty meat and play with it until you shoot your hot load all over my face?"
"Oh, yeah," Nicholas sighed, his fat blood-engorged dick pulsating wildly.
"Or maybe," Brad continued, rubbing a palm over the huge mushroom head and making the boy quiver in ecstasy, "maybe you'd like me to take it in my mouth and suck the cum out of you. Would you like me to wrap my lips around this monster and swallow it down my throat?"
"YEAH!" Nick shouted. "DO IT!"
Brad spat out at the big cock, allowing his hand to slide easily up and down the sensitive flesh. "And what if I decide to stop right now and send you home to your wife?"
Nick froze for a moment, but the hands working his sex organs felt so very good that he refused to allow Carlton to bring the festivities to a halt.
"I have that tape," Nick reminded him, nodding his head in the direction of the television screen. "I'll destroy you if I have to."
His eyes never leaving Nick's, Brad leaned forward and ran his tongue around the rubbery crown of the huge cockhead pointed at him. "How can you use that tape against me, Nick, when your daddy would be exposed, too?"
"I don't care," Nick panted. "The bastard deserves to be punished for what he's done to our family! Now, shut up and SUCK MY DICK!!!"
Having achieved the desired response, Bradley willingly obliged. Up until a matter of weeks ago he had never even considered taking another man's privates into his mouth but over the past few weeks he had mastered the technique of oral love while positioned between the strong, hairy thighs of Victor Newman. And now the man's son was demanding he extend his talents from father to son.
He licked across the helmet of the younger man's priok, deliberately dragging his tongue across the indentation of the wide piss-slit and watched as Nick's eyes rolled back in their sockets, his swollen lips parted suggestively. Popping the huge knot into his warm mouth, he fastened his lips under the rim of the knob and sucked on the bulbous joint.. Young Nick immediately began oozing delicious pre-cum, which Brad sloshed with his own saliva to give the guy a wet tongue bath. Backing off the top of Newman's missile, Brad slid his long tongue down the thick cord on the underside of the swollen shaft and licked his way upwards until he had devoured the drooling head once again. His hands continued to alternately stroke the fat manmeat and tug at the heavily perspiring ball sac.
Groaning with pleasure, Nick brought his hands to the back of Bradley's head and forced him deeper onto the pulsating cockshaft. Brad gulped down over half of the thick length. The demanding head of the massive organ pushed at the back of his throat while Bradley ran his tongue over the hard, hot flesh embedded in his face. Brad bobbed his head up and down on the pulsing cock, managing to take more of the beefstick down his throat.
Nicholas Newman was in awe at how wonderful the sensual lips of Bradley Carlton felt on his rigid prick. His own wife found oral sex distasteful, but his father's male slut appeared to thrive on the taste of cock. He coudln't take his eyes off the sight of Brad eagerly devouring his manhood. In fact, both men were so enthralled with their unbridled lust that neither noticed the shadowy figure standing at the open french doors.
To Nick's disappointment, Brad came up off his starving cock. Still stroking the hardened meat, he seductively looked up into the younger man's lust-crazed face and said, "I'll bet you'd love to fuck me with this big fat club."
Nick swallowed hard. "YOU BET, CARLTON! I WANT TO FUCK THE MANPUSSY MY FATHER WIDENED FOR ME!"
Slipping out of his silk boxers, Brad fell back on the sofa and, lifting those muscular thighs, reached down to spread his glutes and reveal the tight pucker of his asshole. Nick nearly fell over himself in his haste to strip stark naked and position his bulging cockhead at the entrance of Bradley's fuckchute. With one quick thrust, the sensitive head of his shaft popped through the tight ass ring and penetrated the slick depths of Carlton's love tunnel. For a fleeting moment, Nick wondered how Brad's asshole came to be so well lubricated, but the other man's inner muscles pulled at his manmeat and caused young Nicholas to lose all thought of reason. He began to pump inch after inch of fat Newman dick into the inviting asshole of the other man.
"COME ON NICK!" Bradley groaned. "I CAN TAKE IT, MAN! I TOOK ALL OF YOUR FATHER AND HE'S BIGGER THAN YOU! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK YOUR DADDY"S MAN-WHORE ASS!"
With an animal shout, Nick gritted his teeth and slammed his entire ten-inches into the yawning fuck-hole, his big balls slapping widly against his partner's flesh. Bradley's gym-toned body writhed madly beneath him as he fucked his pole in and out of the hot, moist hole. Excited by how differently---in fact, how much better---a man's ass felt as opposed to his wife's pussy, Nick fucked Bradley with wild abandon and Bradley expertly met each fierce thrust, sexually charged with the knowledge that he'd been laid by both Newman men.
The full width of Nick's crank plowed the seemingly endless depths of Brad's rosy hole. As the younger man burrowed the fat poker deep in his belly, Brad's slick chute gripped the invading battering ram for a tight fuck. Groans of pleasure emitted from Carlton's throat as young Newman hammered his prostate with that massive jackhammer, deep-dicking him relentlessly. The fat cock twitched excitedly in the well-traveled butthole, the thick vein under Nick's shaft beating with passion and driving the other man wild with desire. Brad Carlton had pleasurably serviced many women in his thirty-odd years, including the mother of the boy whose fucktool was deliciously plowing him, but the Newman men had turned him into a cock-hungry male whore.
A warm feeling invaded Nicholas' belly and the load in his big boy's balls churned uncontrollably. The simmering in his huge nuts reached the boiling point and Nick could hold back no longer. Burying his shaft to the hilt, Newman shot load after load of hot spunk into Carlton's guts. His athletic body tensed with each orgasm as streams of jism coated the inner chamber of Bradley's shitter. Brad tightened his rectal muscles around the spasming tool, forcing more goo to flood his asshole.
Cock still buried in the other man's sex-soaked region, Nick collapsed atop Brad's muscular body, the points of the older man's hardened nipples stabbing at his chest and the hardness of Brad's own leaking prick poking at his flat belly. Breathing heavily from the exertion, Nick's sweet breath only served to increase Brad's libido. His thick arms came up to fondle the strong flesh of Nick's own biceps as he grinded his pelvis against the other man. Nick had thrown him a noteworthy fuck.
The intruder at the doorway smirked evily at the intriguing scene he had just observed and returned the stolen camera back to the pocket of his flannel jacket. He had known that if he was patient his surveillance of Newman would pay off, but never suspected this to be his final reward. Stepping back out into the darkness, the man was about to leave when his attention was diverted to the heavy wooden door, which was now swinging inward. It looked as though the sex puppies were about to have company! Remaining out of sight in the darkness of the night, he adjusted the bandana covering his greasy hair and waited for the visitor's presence to be known.
The back of the leather sofa was facing the man as he quietly advanced on the two younger men and stood directly behind them, looking down on the sweating bodies lounging together in the aftermath of their union. His beating heart returning to normal, Nick started to rise, ungluing his chest from Brad's heaving pectorals, when he spotted the intruder.
"DAD!" he exclaimed, big blue eyes widened in horror, locking on the cool gaze of Victor Newman. "Wh--Where did you come f-from?"
"Your father's been here the whole while," Brad offered, running his hands up Nick's smooth chest, asshole clutching at the still-erect prick. "When I left the room earlier it wasn't to take a piss, but to let him know you were here. The rest was Victor's idea."
"That will be enough, Bradley," Victor droned in his deep monotone. "I'll handle my boy from here, alright? Okay?"
"Whatever you say, Victor," Brad replied with a self-satisfied smile.
The older Newman nodded towards the frozen images on the television screen and addressed his son. "So you thought you'd resort to a little blackmail, did you, my boy?"
"I---I---" The words remained frozen in young Nicholas' throat. Although his fearful eyes remained locked with his father's, Nick was aware that Victor Newman had entered the room buck naked. The sight of his naked parent combined with the flexing of Brad's ass on his rigid pecker placed young Nick in an awkward position. He had literally been caught red-handed with his cock in the cookie jar!
And then a new realization dawned on the younger man. Earlier he had noticed the wet slickness inside Carlton's asshole, as if the stud had lubricated in anticipation of their coupling. If Victor had been at the house prior to Nick's arrival, then the two must have been fucking! The juicy love canal Nick now occupied had, less than an hour before, been filled with his own father's big, hard dick.
"No need to deny it, all right?" Victor went on. "I've been standing outside that door the entire time." The gigantic head of his leaking prick bobbing up over the top of the sofa back attested to this fact.
Continuing to run his hands over Nick's rising chest, across his quivering arms, up along his tapered lats, Brad longed for the party to commence. His own throbbing eight-incher was in desperate need of attention. "Gee, Victor," he said, "how should we deal with this young extortionist?"
Raising his thick eyebrows, Newman's eyes twinkled as he responded, "Bradley, old boy, I'm sure you will enjoy what I have in store for my son." With that he began to move from the back of the sofa. Nicholas' eyes followed his father as he came around to stand directly behind them.
Without warning, Victor encircled Nick's waist with one strong arm, holding him down at the small of the back with the other, and yanked him away from the other man's body. Nick's prick popped out of Bradley's well-fucked hole as he was pulled down to the floor, his knees resting on the plush carpet, hands clutching onto Carlton's bulging thighs, Bradley's waving wand only inches from his face.
One arm still around his son's trim waist to hold him in place, Victor reached under Nicholas' chest and easily thrust three beefy fingers into the relaxed rosebud of Bradley's oozing asshole. Brad grunted sexily, his dark-lashed eyelids sinking to half-mast at the welcome touch of his master. Finger-fucking the chiseled Adonis brieftly, Victor withdrew his digits which were now heavily coated with a mixture of lubricant and cum. Nick's cock juice seeped from the stretched hole. Scooping up a handful of the pungent body fluids, Victor smeared it into the crack of his son's ass.
Nicholas flinched at his father's unexpected touch, but Victor held him tightly in place as he massaged the recycled joy juice against the boy's raisin.
"D-Dad.......I don't think..........we should be......doing........this," he huskily stammered.
Victor responded by roughly pushing a finger through his tightly clenched asslips. Nicholas gasped, holding onto the intruding digit with a vise-like grip. The boy was awfully tight, Victor thought. He could hardly wait to feel that firm virgin ass stretching to accomodate his fat twelve inches and to hear the sound of his macho son's sighs and moans as he was powerfully fucked by his father. After momentarily allowing the young man to get used to his finger, Victor inserted another into the wriggling tailpipe. The inviting butthole clamped down hard as Nicholas grunted in discomfort, prompting Victor to move his big fingers in and out of the handsome chasm.
Stroking his healthy-sized prick as he leaned back on the sofa, one arm behind his head, Bradley cooed, "If you want to trade places Nicky-boy, just let me know."
"FUCK YOU, CARLTON!" Nick hissed between clenched teeth as his father drove another finger into his fiery butt, pistoning the foxhole with increased vigor. The boy was beginning to loosen; in fact, his sweet booty was now coiling around the three fingers buried up to the knuckle, apparently trying to suck more of Victor inside him. As Victor located and placed pressure upon his son's prostate, Nicholas whimpered like a schoolboy and oozed a thick stream of pre-cum onto the carpeting between Brad's legs. His fuck-hole relaxed, Nick tentatively rocked his body backwards, riding the palm of his father's big hand.
Abruptly withdrawing from the now-primed manhole, Victor scooped up more of the abundant natural lubricant from between Brad's legs and fisted it onto his bulging member. Spreading his son's buttocks wide, he aimed the apple-sized head of his prick against the shiny lips of the shitter before him and pressed. Nick shouted loudy as the enormous helmet of his father's cock slipped through his sphincter and invaded the chute. Showing no mercy, Victor continued to slide inch after fat inch of daddy dick into the tight, moist tunnel until he was firmly entrenched in his son's guts, coarse pubic hairs brushing against firm glutes.
"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nicholas bellowed, certain that the huge rubbery head would soon come up from his throat. Victor slowly pulled out, allowing Nick to feel every millimeter of cock unclogging his body before plunging back in, drilling to the farthest depths of the virgin hole. His hips began to slam harder and faster, brutally banging into Nicholas' yielding poopchute with his veiny battering ram.
Horny beyond belief as he watched father and son fuck in front of him, Brad slapped his leaking dick against the sides of Nicholas' face. The erotic look of the boy as he was ridden by the mighty Newman dick caused Brad to feel a twinge of jealousy.
"Suck Bradley's cock!" Victor ordered. When the boy failed to respond, Victor rammed his horsecock with such force that Nick's knees lifted from the floor. Stretching his jaws, he took the thick slab of Brad-meat into his panting mouth. His tongue traveled along the length of the slick shaft as Brad bucked his hips, pumping the rod through Nick's wet, swollen lips. Acclimating himself to the foreign taste of the heavy dew streaming from Carlton's piss-slit, Nicholas was soon lapping at the sticky sweetness and swallowing it down. His mouth sucked on the swollen head and slid down the mighty shaft, meeting Brad's every thrust.
Confident that his son had been tuned into a sex slut, Victor settled in to a fevered fucking. His thick, heavy shaft plowed into unchartered territory, plunging from a multitude of angles, stuffing young Nick with daddy cock. He fucked hard and fucked deep, savage cries of pent-up lust passing from his weathered lips. Showing no mercy to his boy, Victor battered the hot slick man-pussy with long forceful strokes.
The harder Victor plowed him, the more eagerly he sucked on Carlton's ivory tower. The crown of the other man's prick was buried in the depths of his throat, his nose deeply entrenched in sweat-soaked pubic hair, big dangling balls resting on the cleft of his chin. Contracting neck muscles, Nick gave Brad a tight throat fuck. Bradley had his hands entwined in Nick's thick chestnut hair, holding the lad's head firmly onto his crotch. Looking up into the face of Victor Newman, he could easiy detect the sex pig's satisfaction at ravaging his own son's ass.
Lost in a series of new and thrilling sensations, Nicholas watched as Bradley leaned forward and met Victor's face directly over his heaving body. The two men locked lips, tongues sloshing together hungrily as they shared their connection through young Nick. It was more than he could take. Panrting and groaning around the stiff cock thrusting into his mouth, Nick fisted his ten-inch cock to its second orgasm of the night. As his dick shot all over the floor, Nick's asshole clenched on the invading prick up his ass, which proved to be the final straw for his dad.
"OH YES, SON!" Victor shouted in his thick German brogue. "YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR FATHER CUM! I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR SWEET, HOT BOY ASS! HERE IT COMES! AHHH! AHHHHHHHH! ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Thick hot wetness splashed against the inner walls of Nicholas' rectum, massive loads of daddy spunk flooding his shitter. The released load served to make the hole even slicker as Victor continued to hammer his jerking machine-gun deep into his son's guts, filling him with the seed which had created him.
As the father and son shared their family orgasm, Brad felt the familiar tightness in his big scrotum and watched as the good-looking boy brought him closer to release. Every nerve in his shaft felt suddenly alive and the cum boiled upwards from his swollen nuts.
"LOOK OUT! I'M GONNA CUM!" he managed to shout as his body began to contort on the masculine leather sofa.
Quckly leaning down, Victor whispered into his son's ear, "Take his load, boy. Make your father proud, okay?"
Brad's first healthy shot of love juice shot directly down his throat. Wads of boiling jizz erupted from his tool to fill Nicholas' mouth. The younger man swallowed load upon load of Bradcum, the overflow dripping seductively from the corners of his mouth as Carlton unloaded his hunky balls. Eager to please his father, Nick continued to lick the crimson rod long after Brad was spent, squeezing the final drop of spunk into his mouth. And then, he surprised both men by lifting Bradley's hunky thighs and planting his lips over the other man's shitter, sucking the remains of his cum from the oozing asshole.
Victor had to pull his son away from Brad's hole. Grasping him by the hair and wrapping one arm around his chest, he pressed Nicholas against him and planted his lips firmly on the sex-soaked lips of his son. Their tongues danced together as father and son acknowledged a new and exciting facet of their lives together.
Outside, the intruder slipped away from the Carlton home and quietly made his way across the expansive lawn to his hidden pickup truck. He allowed the vehicle to coast down the driveway a safe distance away before starting the engine. Touching the camera in his pocket, a self-satisfied smile crossed his unshaven face as he returned to Genoa City.