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Subject: My boy’s boy 29 Gay male-incest, urination. Thanks so much! My Boy’s Boy 29 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: fty/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback–it’s the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at derrick1968mwm@. I’m always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Thanks to those who have reacted to these characters and emailed me. Comments from readers are the only pay I get…donations to Nifty are appreciated. Kevin’s View There was something so hot about putting cuffs on my boy and restraining him to the fuck table. Seeing Dylan there, unable to really move too much. I walked around and could see his hole was exposed and knew that Craig would later be fucking it. And Craig. Craig just seemed more masculine today. There was just something about his attitude and demeanor that seemed different today. He was just a little more assertive and there was a little more authority in his voice. Not in mean way or in a “I’m the big dick around here way,” but in a calm and comforting way. My cock stiffened up and I couldn’t decide if it was because I was seeing Dylan’s asshole on display or was wanting Craig’s dick in mine. Maybe it was both. I loved to watch Craig spank Dylan. Seeing him react to punishment was arousing me. He needed it from Craig because while he was a reasonably good boy, he had his faults. Seeing the nipple clamps on him and the weight pulling them down made my own hole tingle and hungry for Craig’s cock. Craig had told me to suck on Dylan while he was being punished. It was something about associating pleasure with pain he said. I loved sucking my own son’s cock and seeing my alpha man punish him at the same time. Craig just told me not to let Dylan cum if at all possible. He assured me that I would not be punished if Dylan came. I said I was somewhat relieved. Craig then said “I love it that you are into this shit, Kevin. Well it’s not really “shit,” because I think it’s hotter than hell, but you know what I mean. It’s so great that you are liking this too.” Then he hugged me, kissed me deeply and grabbed my ass like he was going to take a part of it with him. I just loved being a part of Craig’s world and was glad that he loved me as well. Spank! Spank! There Craig went again and I needed to get my focus back on Dylan’s cock. Even though Craig wouldn’t be mad at me, I really didn’t want Dylan to cum either from me sucking him. I didn’t want it to happen because that’s what Craig wanted, but I also just didn’t want him to cum. Craig was right that Dylan needed some discipline. I just needed to focus on keeping Dylan from coming. The problem was that I really liked sucking my own son’s cock and did want the cum from it. But I did not want to disappoint Craig and continued to focus on edging Dylan and backing off when I sensed he was getting a little too close. I needed to ask Craig if the next time Dylan got punished he could not be gagged. There was something I liked about hearing his voice while this happened. I know that sometimes Craig didn’t like the noise, but I found it very arousing. My own cock was hard and leaking the whole time I edged Dylan during his punishment. Dylan’s cock was as well. I could taste the precum in my mouth. That’s when I heard someone else walk in. I knew who it was as Craig had told me to clean things up in the spare bedroom since we’d be having a guest. Tom was back and he was going to fuck Dylan istanbul travesti right in his hot, smooth, ass. Tom’s View When I got the text from Craig my dick got so hard so fast that it nearly tore a hole in my jeans. He said he was going to restrain Dylan and wondered if I’d be willing to come down and give him a surprise fuck without Dylan knowing whose dick was ramming his ass. It was a wonder I didn’t faint from all the blood going to my cock. This was good on so many levels. Craig was starting to get back into his BDSM interests. I could tell he loved Kevin more than anything and Kevin was so smitten with Craig that I could have sworn he was partially a sixteen year old with this first crush. But I had always enjoyed getting really nasty with Craig and knew that Craig needed that aspect of his life back. Kevin was so devoted to Craig that nothing Craig did sexually would probably phase him. But my cock was so aroused at the thought of what Craig might do to Dylan that I was leaking within a minute of reading Craig’s text. “Fuck ya I’ll be there…tell me when” was my response. Craig messaged me back letting me know the day and when to be at his place. Craig was the only fucker I knew who ended text messages with periods, like he was writing complete sentences. Sometimes Craig could ooze testosterone and other times he could really be a nerdy, geeky, fucker. That’s probably why he was the kinky son of a bitch he was: there was nothing worse that a bookish man with too much manjuice flowing through his system. Smarts and balls combined could be a bad combination. I messaged Craig back telling him that I’d be happy to give Dylan a good ol’ bare fucking and breeding and got back to work. Craig’s View I absolutely could not wait to get Dylan cuffed to that table. I needed to punish him. I needed to fuck him and I needed to piss in his mouth. I just had to be careful that I didn’t let my needs get the control of me. Dylan did need to be punished and I wanted to be the one to punish him. He was generally a good kid, but he needed direction and he needed control. Him losing his job and coming here was the best thing for him, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell him that. At least not yet. Dylan had discovered how good it felt to get fucked by a man. That was good, but it could destroy a kid at that age if he wasn’t careful. In a blink of an eye, he could be a drugged up, used up, whore who had squandered his youth, his brains, and his good looks. Dylan’s youth wouldn’t last forever. His good looks would fade to a degree, but he’d still have his brains. With proper guidance, training, and discipline, Dylan would still be serving cock in thirty or forty years or at least not have wrecked his life completely. And I was going to enjoy providing that training, guidance, and discipline for him. No wonder my cock was so hard. Dylan had to wonder why I was just standing there. Kevin knew that, as usual, I was lost in thought. I snapped my head to get back in the game and found myself staring right at Dylan’s hole. That lovely tight, young pucker was just what it took to get me back on track. My cock was so hard when I cuffed Dylan to the table. It was straining to get out of my jockstrap. Seeing him there, restrained and able to really move or get away was arousing on so many levels. Kevin helping me was also arousing in its own way. He did not seem to have any hesitancy in doing it and looking at his asscrack as he squatted to put the handcuffs on Dylan was also putting pressure on my dick. I wanted to save the savagery of my kadıköy travesti erection for Dylan, but damn if I wasn’t wanting to fuck Kevin too. Seeing him help me restrain his Son was arousing me more than I ever thought it was. Spank! My hand felt so good hitting Dylan’s flesh. Hitting his bare ass with my bare hand was not just turning me on, it was making me feel more like an animal. I had to stay in control. I would stay in control. Spank! Spank! Each one felt better than the last. Giving Dylan the punishment he needed was meeting a deep need in me. Giving him the punishment he deserved felt so good. And there was my beefy submissive Kevin sucking on Dylan’s cock while I spanked him. I knew Kevin would not allow Dylan to cum. But it was so hot seeing him suck his own son while I spanked that son’s ass. Dylan’s red ass was such a turn on. Knowing Dylan could not hear me I told Kevin to put on the clamps as I entered Dylan’s hole. Those cherry-red ass cheeks looked so inviting leading to the boy hole I was going to fuck. I rammed myself in as Kevin clamped Dylan’s nipples. I could feel him wince in pain as his ass was invaded by my ass at the same time his nipples were met with the clamps I used on my own big man nipples. His ass felt so damn good as I fucked him, as I rammed him over and over. I was getting close to cumming and that’s when I glanced at the doorway and saw that Tom had arrived. Tom had been told to be relatively quiet when he entered, but that Dylan would be blindfolded, gagged, and have his ears plugged. Kevin knew Tom was coming, but given that his mouth was still on Dylan’s cock, he couldn’t see him enter the room. I pulled my leaking dick out of Dylan’s hole and decided he needed to orally service me and have my dick in his mouth when Tom rammed his own manhood into Dylan’s needy hole. I spanked Dylan a few more times and then got out the weights to attach to the chain between the nipple clamps. They needed to pull on Dylan the next time they were attached to his small boyish nipples. We needed to enlarge them as time went on. I was fucking Dylan’s face and had my hands on his head when Tom simply rammed his cock in Dylan’s hole. It was hard to tell if Dylan realized another dick was in the room or not, but he had to realize it after a while. After all, his Dad was still working on edging Dylan’s dick and I was in his mouth and now another alpha top was shoving his dick in Dylan’s hole. The look on Tom’s face was wonderful. I could see how much pleasure he was taking from Dylan’s hole. I had to admit that it was so arousing to see another top fuck Dylan’s ass. A masculine man ramming his cock in Dylan’s hole repeatedly was arousing me. I loved watching that cock go in and out of Dylan’s ass and could not take my eyes off the butt-fucking that was taking place barely a yard from me as I fucked Dylan’s mouth myself. I loved to watch Tom fuck. He was the perfect muscular twink who had aged and not gained an ounce in the process. The fucker should have been a porn star because he really knew how to fuck. He was looking at me and smiling. Tom knew that I was all top, but that I loved to watch a hot top fuck. I reached underneath Dylan and tugged on the chain between his nipples. I knew that would cause his ass to squeeze Tom’s dick. “Push that button again Craig.” I pulled on the clamps again. “Fuck man. You are really making that ass work my cock. Do that again.” I pulled on the clamps again, jiggling them a little bit. “Fuck yeah. Work that bitch Craig. Make his ass twitch on my cock.” I did and bakırköy travesti it seemed to make Dylan work my own cock more as well. It was like his nips were wired to increase his need to serve cock. “Breed the bitch Tom. Flood his hole.” I was going to cum myself and started shooting in Dylan’s mouth. Tom could tell from my face and body movements that I was cumming and I was cumming hard. He started to look like he was as well. He rammed himself into Dylan harder, threw his head back, and growled “Take my cum you fucking dad-fucking whore.” Fuck! Dylan was going to be a good fucking hole for us to use. And he was going to learn what it meant to be controlled. It was so hot to see him there restrained to the table, his mouth gagged, his blindfold on, and plugs in his ears. I loved him writhing in pain every time the nipples were removed from his nipples. This was only beginning. And his Dad had not allowed him to cum. Kevin was always good at following orders. I loved that about him. And I wanted to fuck Kevin so bad right now. We shoved a dildo up Dylan’s ass to keep the cum from leaking out. I told him that he was not allowed to cum unless he was told by me that he could. Tom went to take a quick shower before we took Dylan down and removed all evidence of our little activity that afternoon, except for the redness on his ass and his npples. Dylan still did not know who fucked him. I told him to go to his “office” and email me what he thought of today’s experience and then get to his job search and then join us for lunch in a few hours. Kevin was in the kitchen doing some early lunch prep and I thought I’d check on him quickly before I went and did some work myself. The truth was his sucking his own son while Tom and I started to initiate him into a pain, submission and punishment had turned me on. Totally turned me on. There was Kevin standing in his jockstrap at the kitchen sink like he had so many times before. And like so many times before I stood behind him and slid my hard cock into his hole. Except this time it was different. We’d bonded in a little different way over Dylan–his son. And that bonding had me extremely horny for his ass, not so much to make Kevin submit to me, but for me to take his hole for my own and breed it. “Kevin I know you loved sucking your son’s cock while he got his ass spanked and his nipples worked. Your cock was hard every time I glanced at it. Admit it Kevin, you loved Dylan getting punished. You loved Dylan getting hard fuckings while you were right there with your head and face near your son’s hole and the cock that was fucking him. You loved seeing his nipples clamped with those clamps that even make me feel the pain with my hardened nips. You loved seeing Dylan take my piss right down his throat and take your own piss from his Dad’s cock. I know you were wanting a cock in your own hole the entire time. And I’ll be honest, seeing you play with your own son made me not only want to fuck him and dominate him. “It made me want to fuck his Dad when we were done using him. It made me want to fuck you, Kevin, the dad that made him needed to get fucked by the man who fucked him.” I rammed Kevin. I plowed Kevin. I wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. As my cum approached, I rammed myself into him one last time, put my arms around him, grunted, groaned, and then said, “I love you…you fucking kinky submissive bitch.” Kevin moaned. He was shooting his load all over the floor. I rammed into him just a little bit more and filled his ass with my own load. Readers are encouraged to give me a shoutout ail, even if it’s just to let me know you want to see the series continue. That’s the only way I know people are reading. We’ve got more hot sessions planned for these characters, but love to know if these guys and their exploits are resonating with readers.

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