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Subject: My Boy’s Boy part 12 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 My Boy’s Boy Part 12 Tom’s View I stood there and watched Craig fuck Dylan while Kevin worked his magic on Dylan’s cock. Craig was clearly enjoying the fuck and I can only imagine how Dylan’s ass felt on his cock when Craig literally sucked the cum out of Dylan’s cock. There was no doubt that the cum made Dylan’s ass lose its shit (not literally) on Craig’s cock. He looked like a fucking animal fucking and desperate to breed. My cock was hard and leaking as I watched the hot incest scene in front of me. A father sucking his son’s cock while that son was getting his own ass fucked. And as he bred Dylan that’s when he said he loved Dylan. Craig. Nice guy. Really smart guy. Last night I discovered he was a great top. But damn sometimes he could really not think. Or maybe he was just thinking with his cock. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference with Craig. That was the only flaw Craig had: sometimes it seemed like he had a brain in his head and a smaller brain in the head of his cock. And after the cumming was over, I could see the look on Kevin’s face. He was devastated. Kevin loved the hell out of Craig. Kevin was so devoted to Craig, did everything Craig asked, looked up to Craig, virtually worshipped Craig–and not just his cock. I made eye contact with Craig right as he pulled his cock out of Dylan’s ass. I might have to have a talk with Craig. He might have fucked my ass really good, but he needed just a little direction and not just where to put his cock. Kevin was the best, most eager bottom boy Craig ever had. I didn’t want to listen to Craig bitch if he lost him. After a few seconds of thought I texted Craig that we needed to talk as soon as possible. Dylan’s View Craig’s fucking me while my own Dad sucked my cock was the most intense sexual experience I ever had. If I had any doubt about whether I was gay, that doubt was gone. Craiged fucked it out of me and my Dad sucked it right out of my young gay cock. The whole scend was so hot and arousing. I was hard again just thinking about it and I swear that my ass was twitching just thinking about it. When in the hell did my ass start twitching because I was thinking about dick? And Craig told me he loved me. What the hell was up with that? I certainly wasn’t expecting him to say that while his Daddy dick was shoved up my ass. I think I was starting to love Craig too. But maybe it was just the sex I was loving and the feeling of being desired. It was time to start thinking about getting ready to go home. The visit to see Dad and Craig was great and I had discovered a lot about myself over the extended weekend, but Monday was coming and I needed to get home and ready for work. Reality was calling me, but I just wished Monday’s reality involved Craig’s slippery hard dick working its way up my ass. Kevin’s View I didn’t want to send Craig the text asking how he felt about me. I’d seen Craig fuck plenty of bottoms before. Some of them were even hotter in their own way than Dylan. I’d seen Craig plow young, hot, tight, silky ass until he dumped a load of his hot Daddy cum in it–completely exhausted istanbul travesti and drained. But no matter how carried away Craig got, no matter how much he turned into an animal while breeding a hole, he never said he “loved their ass.” “Take this cock, bitch.” “Squeeze my prick with your faggot ass.” “Give your hole to Daddy.” Those were the types of things Craig said when he screwed a hot bottom. Craig sometimes said those things to me when he fucked me. But they were not the only things he said to me as he fucked me and rubbed his cock against my prostate and would make my hole feel so good. Hell, he’s pound the shit out of my prostate to where I thought I was going to die from the pleasure of it. He’d tell me he loved me and that he loved to make me feel good and that he loved to fuck me. Of course he’d say those things when his hard dick was in my backside, but he’d also say them when his dick was soft and sex was the furthest thing from his mind. I loved Craig more than I had loved any top in my life. After debating for a second, I sent him the text. Craig’s View There was no doubt that Dylan’s ass was one of the sweetest asses I had ever fucked. He was in his early twenties, good looking, and fit in a way that looked natural and not like he lived at the gym. And it felt so damn good to fuck that ass that had never been fucked until a few days ago. My cock just got the better of me as it plowed his hole. There’s no doubt I loved Dylan’s sweet ass and I loved Dylan. But Kevin. I loved Kevin too in ways that I don’t know if I could ever love Dylan. And I told Tom that too after he told me I had my head up my ass and needed to get my shit together. Tom was probably the only person on the planet who could get away with being that blunt with me. We had been friends for years and it was rare for him to really get in my face about something, but he was getting in my face about this. “Craig…you fuckhead” Tom started in on me. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. “You got lucky with Kevin you son of a bitch. He fucking adores your ass…and believe me, it can be an occasionally arrogant ass. Remember those last three guys who were going to be your “bottom boy” for the long haul? The longest one lasted what? Three months? None of them were as into your kink as Kevin here is. None were as devoted to you as he is. Not to mention he’s a fucking nice guy besides and doesn’t have the “issues” your other “long-term” boys had. And he does virtually every household chore you ask of him and I know first hand how good he is at using his ass and using his mouth. I’ve seen the way he looks at you with a combination of canine devotion and adult love—even when you are hungover, worn out, and look like shit. “And Craig…I’ve seen you fuck plenty of guys in the time I’ve known you. That includes the boyfriends you have had along the way. I’ve never seen you look at anyone else the way you look at Kevin when you are fucking him–you’re taken with him. I can tell. Even when you are fucking him as hard as you fucked me last night, you still have that look on your face of devotion to him. “You can love Kevin and Dylan. But you need to let Kevin know how you feel. Cause if you don’t and he ends up moving out, I’m not going to listen to one bit of complaining about it. “And if that happens don’t think you can have my ass again when you get desperate for a hole. I only let tops fuck me who don’t have their head up their ass.” All I could say immediately was “Tell me how you really feel.” Tom only responded “I just did. You’ve been telling me since the day we met what kind of fantasy bottom man you wanted. You pretty much have that in Kevin. Screw Dylan all you want, but kadıköy travesti make sure Kevin knows how you feel. That’s all I’m saying.” I wanted to tell Tom to shut the fuck up, but I didn’t. He was just being honest with me and I needed that. Tom knew he was the only guy who could be blunt with me and tell me what I needed to hear without me going ballistics on his ass. Sometimes you just needed another alpha to tell you when you had your head up your ass. I was pissed. Not at Tom, but at myself. I walked over gave him a great big tight bear hug. “Thanks man. You’re the best friend I’ve got.” For some reason saying that made me hard and my cock pressed against Tom. Tom rolled his eyes. “Chubbing up you horny fucker. Jesus Craig.” Kevin’s View I was scared to text Daddy, but him telling Dylan he loved him and how his was the best ass he ever fucked had really bothered me. It bothered me a lot, probably more because it was my own son. He’d never told another bottom that. He texted me back that we needed to talk and we would right after his meeting. There was no work meeting on Daddy’s calendar. I had checked when I woke up since I checked Daddy’s shared calendar every morning to help keep him on track. He must have been meeting someone else and I knew who it was: Tom. Craig’s View I needed to talk with Kevin. There was no need to plan it out and think about what to say. As usual, Tom was right. Fucker was always right. I texted Kevin to come into my office so we could talk. And talk we did. The end result was that I told Kevin I loved him and cared more about him than I had any other bottom sub I had ever been with or known. I bit the bullet and actually told him that I was sorry that I had hurt or upset him. That was not my intent. I told him that I loved Dylan as a son, but that was a different sort of relationship. Yes, I loved to fuck Dylan (might as well be honest), but that I loved Dylan as a father loved a son. Kevin was partially in tears (figured he’d do that), but I think he understood what I meant. It will take a while for our relationship to get back on track, but I was hoping that it would. I didn’t want to lose the little horny bottom fucker–and I told him that. He told me that he thought he understood where I was coming from and that he was just afraid Dylan was going to replace him. Was tempted to make a joke right then, but my larger brain told me not to. I just told him that I didn’t want to upset him. I gave him a hug when I got done talking to him. I chubbed up, just like I did with Tom. Only difference was this time I felt some precum leak from my cock. Jesus Craig you really are a fucking lech. Well…there was no reason not to act on that hardon. I couldn’t fuck Tom, but Kevin…well he needed a good fucking from his Daddy. I pressed my crotch against him. Hard. I put my lips to his and started to kiss him. His mouth opened and my tongue started to probe, reaching for his tongue. It felt so good to feel his tongue against mine and our tongues did battle as my cock throbbed and ached for release. I hugged him tightly, tighter than I did Tom after our talk. I pulled back from his mouth. “I love you, you cute little fucker. You have no idea how much I love you.” Just saying the words seemed to make my cock harder. I could feel him melt in my arms as I said it. I meant it. Every word. I was still a horndog. I would still fuck other asses, but this guy…this man…he was the one that gave me the best hardons I ever had. We kissed and made out for a few more minutes. When we took another break from the kissing, Kevin responded with “I love you too, Daddy, more than you ever know.” He was only wearing a pair of sweats and a wife beater. I bakırköy travesti was just in a pair of shorts. I turned him around and pulled down his sweats and slipped out of my shorts. He leaned against the wall of my office. I spit a huge dollop and it landed directly on the head and shaft of my cock. He knew from the sound what I was getting ready to do. I grabbed my cock and positioned it towards his hole. That hole was mine and I entered it in one long deep plunge. It felt so good. My bottom giving me his hole with no resistance. My bottom eager to have me enter him. I needed to nut. But then I decided that my nut wasn’t the most important part of this fuck. Kevin moaned as I completed my entry into him. I stayed balls deep in his ass and hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear… “That feels so damn good, being buried in your hole boy. I wish I could get my whole body in you right now…and feel that good all over.” He moaned and then I started to slide out ever so slightly to begin the actual fuck. I knew right where Kevin’s prostate was and I was going to hit it on every thrust in and every pull out. This fuck was about Kevin and Kevin’s feeling good. He made that noise he makes when his prostate is dragged by my thick hard cock and I hit it over and over. I moved my hands so I could pinch his nipples as I fucked him. I concentrated on that spot in his ass with every movement of my cock and continued to work his nipples as I did. His hands were against the wall holding himself up as I dicked him repeatedly. He was starting to make those noises he made when getting close to his own orgasm. I could feel his ass start to twitch more and more as I kept up my assault on that special spot in his ass. His breathing got heavier and heavier. He was getting close to a hands-free cum. An orgasm that would be the result of his Daddy, his man, fucking him. I too started to breathe heavier and fuck him faster, but I had to remember to not worry about my own orgasm right now. I wanted to make Kevin cum just from my dick fucking his hole. I wanted that for him and, to be honest, I wanted it for me. Every top knows how good an ass feels when that ass’s dick cums. The contractions feel so good on the top’s dick. I didn’t talk while fucking Kevin this time. No talking about how I was fucking my bitch or ramming his hole. No mention of how much his manpussy was in need of a breeding. Calling him a slut and a bitch would turn me on, but this fuck was not about getting myself off the moment I wanted. He was getting close and I quickened my assault on his hole, my assault on his prostate. His quivering became more frequent and my thrusting became more insistent, more demanding and my moans grew–partially because I was getting close to my own orgasm and partially because I knew how the sounds turned Kevin on. His cum was imminent. And then I told him, “I love you so much you son of a bitch.” He let out a loud, guttural moan, said “fuck me harder daddy” and his ass clenched my cock harder than it ever had. He was cumming and his asses tight massage of my cock caused my own orgasm to begin. I groaned a moan of pleasure that must have shaken the wall as my cock started to empty in his ass. I didn’t have the usual throb after orgasmal throb. It was one long throb…one long shot of cum that flooded his hole. I leaned against Kevin as the pleasure subsided and could feel his ass still twitching against my cock. I was getting ready to dismount, when I turned around and saw Tom standing there. He was smiling and stroking his hard cock. He mouthed “good man” and left. This was one time he knew that I wouldn’t let Kevin be fucked by someone else after I had bred him. This time was about Kevin and me and how much this alpha top loved his bottom. Sorry it’s been so long between updates–I’m hoping to get this one finished soon. Hope you liked the story. Ideas and comments are welcome–even if just that you jacked off–and can be sent to me at ail

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