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Subject: My boy’s Boy part 16 My Boy’s Boy Part 16 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 ail. I’m always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Play safe and use your head that can’t be circumcised when playing with others. That’ll help you play with your other head longer. It may soften your prick to think of it, but some things are better left in the land of fantasy. Derrick Dylan’s view There wasn’t a lot of cleaning to do in my apartment, but for some reasoning cleaning while wearing Craig’s jockstrap took longer than cleaning wearing my usual sweat pants and a wife beater. I checked my phone after I was done and there were several notifications on the hookup app. Several were guys my age or younger and I didn’t even bother to reply to them. I wanted an older Daddy type to fuck me if I could find one. There were two guys who were old enough to be my Dad and whose stats were reasonably close to Craig’s–reasonably fit to mild dad bod, taller than me, facial hair. After some chat, one was too far away to make it practical. The other one lived about 15 minutes from me. His pics—not his face–were reasonably hot. He was hairy with a 7″ dick that was about as thick as Craig’s from the picture. The guy wanted to meet at my place and fuck me. Wow. Guys really set things up that quick? I couldn’t believe it. I knew Craig fucked Kevin all the time and, based on things they had said, they also met other guys for group sex. I just never thought that it would be this easy to get a guy to fuck me. He said he could be over in twenty minutes and that I was to be ready for him and cleaned out. I knew what that meant. I took a quick shower and the minute I got out of the shower I saw that I had a text from my dad. I quickly texted him back and waited for a response. Kevin’s View For some reason I always loved it when Craig fucked me in the kitchen. The truth be known I liked it when Craig fucked me period, but somehow getting fucked by Craig in the kitchen made it seem more domestic and emphasized that we were partners and not just sex buddies. Craig kissed the hell out of me after our session giving me the usual amount of tongue in my mouth and making me want to bend over for some more time with his cock buried inside me. It wasn’t to be. Craig said he had a bunch of work to get done and laughingly told me that “fucking didn’t pay the bills but that he wished to hell it did.” “I should be done by 7 or so tonight Boy. Think of something you’d like to eat tonight–besides my dick–and we’ll do that for supper. I’ll eat your ass, but that’s not going to be the main course.” Craig never missed an opportunity to refer to his dick and my ass. I wanted to tell him that my ass better be his main course, but decided not to. Craig went to his office and I watched his sexy ass, framed by his red jockstrap, saunter off. I never understood how Craig did any work only in a jockstrap, but apparently he did. His istanbul travesti clothes for Zoom meetings hung in the corner. I wanted to walk in and suck his dick, but that would have to wait. When Craig said he was working, I didn’t bother him unless he asked me to or it was an emergency. No matter how horny I was that was not an emergency. Craig’s View I did have work to do. That was not a lie, but after my actual work was done I decided that I needed to purchase a cockcage for Kevin. Even though Dylan wasn’t living with us, I decided to purchase one for him too. That little voice in my head…separate from the little voice in my crotch…told me that Dylan would be hanging around more since our weekend escapade. The moment I met Dylan I knew he was gay–in that subtle fashion where it’s not immediately obvious. That’s the way I like it. Ordering the cockcages had me aroused and hard. I texted Kevin that I needed a blow job. I pulled up a camshow site right after I did it. I needed a little entertainment this afternoon. My dick chubbed up even more right after I sent the text. I moved my chair back just a little bit, turned the cam on and made certain it was aimed at my crotch. I logged into the site, made certain I was indicating the cam was a gay couple and activated it. Kevin was going to at least give me a blow job on cam. At least. He entered the room and saw me sitting in the chair. He knew what I wanted. “Hey fucker, the cam is on. Are you ready to serve Daddy’s cock for horny fuckers to watch and jack off to?” I didn’t need to hear the answer. I knew he was. And I really knew that I was ready. It had been a while since we had done a cam show and there was just something that I really enjoyed about people watching my cock in action. Kevin loved it too. “Get on your knees bitch and serve this mancock.” Kevin immediately responded. He was already in a white jockstrap so there was no need for him to change clothes for our show. A handful of guys were watching me before Kevin entered the room. I had told them that my guy was going to be sucking my dick on cam and that we’d be putting on a free show as soon as he got in my office. Kevin got on his knees and started lightly gnawing at my cock through the strap. I moaned just a little. I had a large monitor where I could easily see the comments that viewers were posting. I had my wireless keyboard, but I would respond only when I really felt like it. Typing distracted from the action, but reading the comments turned us on. Viewers seemed to like to hear me say what we were being told. And the world knows that I loved to be vocal. “Oh yeah boy…chew on that jockstrap…feel that hard cock in your mouth. Can you smell and taste the piss and precum on my strap? You know Daddy never jacks off or strokes his dick in that jock. That’s what you are for.” Kevin moaned. Loud enough for me to hear, but more importantly loud enough for the mic to pick it up. The comments started: Suck that dick! Show that cock! Tell that fucker what he’s good for! Work that pole bitch! “Want to see my actual cock boys? Want to see him actually put his tongue on that flesh? Want to see him actually suck cock?” I knew kadıköy travesti what their answer would be. The number of viewers had increased slightly since Kevin started mouthing me through my strap. As long as we had a few active viewers I didn’t care. This show was about our arousal and pleasing a few guys in the process. Show that dick! Let’s see that fucker actually suck! Kevin pulled my dick out of the strap and my thick manhood stood straight up as Kevin started to kiss and lick the tip. I moaned. It did feel good. No…it felt great. Suck the whole thing bitch! Put that fucker down your throat! Kevin knew what to do after a little oral teasing of the tip of my prick and before I could read any more instructions from readers my whole cock was down his throat. I let out a low moan as his lips touched my pubes. Make him gag! Let’s hear him choke! I put my hands on his head and shoved myself just a little further into him. Kevin gagged and it felt so good when his throat squeezed my cock with his gag reaction. I liked to hear Kevin gag myself and I knew most of the guys watching me did as well. I shoved myself a little further down Kevin’s throat and he gagged and sputtered again getting spit and fluid on my cock. Part of thought that Kevin exaggerated his reaction for the benefit of the viewers–and for me as well. I didn’t care it turned me on. I smiled down at Kevin and said, “Gag on Daddy’s meat boy. Let me know it’s filling your throat.” I pulled him back from the base of my cock a little bit, signaling that I now wanted some slower action. I loved a good, sloppy, slightly drawn-out blow job and I was going to get one. Kevin knew what I liked. I didn’t care if the viewers thought it took too long or not. I liked getting head and Kevin was good at it. I could see his own cock was hard and knew that he was just as excited by this as I was. Kevin gave me a hell of a blow job. The viewers came (some literally) and went, but I wasn’t going to speed up the usual way Kevin sucked my cock. He loved tease and edge me and I loved it as well. But there came a point when I decided that I needed to fuck. That was the point when instead of speaking to only encourage Kevin or arouse viewers with moans, I said, “Should I fuck him now? Does my dick look hard and wet enough?” The responses came back quickly: Plow his ass! Let’s see you fuck him! Breed that bitch! About fucking time you fucked! “Get ready for a fucking Kevin” was all that I said. Kevin got on his knees and positioned himself so that the camera would have a good view of our fuck session. I was so horny. I was leaking. I looked at Kevin’s hard bottomman cock. It was leaking as well. “Should I wrap it when I fuck him or do him bare?” I asked the audience. I knew what their answers were going to be and the messages started rolling on my screen encouraging me to fuck him raw and breed his hole. That is what I had every intention of doing. I got behind Kevin and put the tip of my cock at his hole. Shove it in! Give him what he wants! Put that cock in that hole! Wanna see you fuck! I slide all the way inside Kevin letting out a low guttural moan as I bottomed out in his hole. The messages bakırköy travesti started flying, but at this point in the fuck session I was only concerned about being verbal and moaning. I wasn’t going to be responding to any messages or orders from viewers. I knew what I wanted to do and that’s what I was doing. That’s when Kevin spoke, “Fuck me Daddy. Breed my hole. Give me that cock.” And that’s what I did, ramming him over and over making certain my cock hit his prostate repeatedly. He moaned and groaned for the camera as did I. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me Daddy” slipped out of his mouth. I knew he was close to cumming. “Is Daddy’s dick gonna make you cum? Is the fucking of your ass enough to make you lose your nut? “Spill that boyjuice right here.” And that is exactly what he did. He hollered and screamed and the viewers loved it. I felt his hole spasm on my cock and knew my own orgasm was on it’s way. The messages were flying like crazy. They loved seeing a bottom cum hands free. “Ahhh…you came for daddy while fucked you. Good boy.” “Daddies like boy who cum when getting fucked.” And then I groaned and moaned…and let out a loud “fucking shit bitch” as I dumped my nut into his hole. The messages were flying like crazy across my screen, but I was too sated to read them. Maybe later or maybe not I will take a look at them. I was spent. Kevin was spent. “Thanks for watching boys. Favorite my profile and check us out next time.” I turned the cam off. Kevin said “Thanks Daddy that was hot.” “Yes it was boy. You were fucking great as always. What’s for supper?” “Crock pot has your favorite dish in it. I thought maybe I should make something that didn’t require a lot of attention. It should be done shortly after I clean up and you finish your other work,” he replied. I gave him a great big kiss right on the lips and opened my mouth to probe his tongue just a little. Then I gave his ass a little grab. “Your Daddy fucking loves you boy. So much.” Fuck my dick was chubbing up again. Well that was going to have to wait. A couple of my alpha friends tell me that I’m getting soft with Kevin. I don’t know, looks like I have plenty of hot sex and get taken care pretty well. I mentioned this to Tom. His only reply, “they’re fucking jealous and you’re fucking Kevin. Stick with Kevin.” Tom…fucker always kept me in line and reminded me of shit that I needed to hear. Finished my work, ate supper and realized it was really late by the time Kevin and I got to bed. We had a nice short quick fuck and I was ready to sleep. I heard his phone buzz. He apparently was texting Dylan. He asked me, “Daddy can I masturbate tonight?” I figured he was horny from our latest fuck and I was really, really tired. Sometimes I listened to him jack off and encouraged him to “cum for Daddy.” Tonight I was simply beat and Kevin could see it in my eyes. We’d had great fucks today and Kevin had made my favorite meal. I was happy to let him cum and glad that, as always he asked. Sure. But remember to leave it in the bed and just under no circumstances to you shoot it anywhere near my ass. I’ve got a few more things in store for these three guys before I wrap this up, but it seems like these characters just have more to do than I originally thought. Ideas and comments are welcome–even if just that you jacked off–and can be sent to me at ail. I really love to hear from readers–especially what you liked and what character resonates with you.

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