Sometimes I am a slut. I think I was born this way. It 's true, I never expected to have my life changed the way it did when my wife 's nephew, Greg, clean out of jail, came to stay with us for"just a dyad of day"and ended staying for over three old age. It 's not comely to say he changed me, I was a slut before he came but only in my mind ; what he did was bring up my inner ego that I have been suppressing for many years.

It was a hot July day. Right after my wife left for body of work, I took a shower, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in one of our sofa chairs in the backyard. No fencing but low shrubs set our social club with our hard-working neighbour who leave early in the morning and return belated afternoon. All day, I am the sole mortal in the locality. Working from dwelling house is enceinte !

It was around 9am when Greg came to join me. He was completely au naturel as always in my married woman's absence.

"Hey !"he mumbled and sat on the former dilly-dallier next to me under the umbrella.

"Hey !"I said and continued to typecast trying to finish my email.

A few minutes passed without a word flying in the air, but with a lot of tension. As he was laying lazily under the morning time sun, I was able to see his beautiful thick cock getting hard, leaning left. His hairless glob that were hiding between his thighs moments before, started showing as his prick was getting pixilated and pulling them up slowly. Being semi hard is a beautiful affair ; foresighted and thick enough to incite desire and at the same time sonant to curb and rest on the belly waiting to be given attention. I am happy my nephew followed my advice and shaves himself completely hairless ; he is very lickable. He also got so many tattoos in jail that he can go out in public naked and most multitude seeing him from more than 5 feet will remember he is a weirdo wearing a flowery outfit.

"Done typing ?"Greg broke my castle in the air, his eyes closed, his balls now separated by the thick beam between them.

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop on the table and leaned back as far as the lounge chair allowed. I pulled my hat down to cover my oculus from the sun and my hard cock bounced up through the gap of my bathrobe front like a rocket getting set up for flak off.

Without saying a word, he kneeled in strawman of me and started licking my peter and my nutsack. He sucked my clod a brace of times while pulling them gently until they popped off his mouth. His tongue gave butterfly osculation to my humanness, then he went even down and licked my hole while stroking my shaft. He sent me to heaven.

What is better than a warm lip giving a tongue bath to your hammer ? Greg became an expert sucking turncock in jail. Many times I imagine him on his knees, in a colored recession with a dyad of guys standing around him, their backbreaking cocks pointing straight to his rima oris. Not an easy life having to decide which putz to suck first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am sure enough my nephew always did his best to please the guy rope offering his holes for them to choose where to burgeon forth their sperm.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my ridgeline rub against the back of his throat. I could palpate how rich I was. With my eyes closed and laying on the lounging chair, what a feeling…I never opened my eyes and really liked it when he tied my wrists tightly behind the chair using my bathrobe belt ... feigning to be his slave ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in charge. After all, he was deprived of many niggling things the last five years.

He licked a finger and pushed it in my ass, then he rimmed my cakehole and pushed in two fingerbreadth. My boy was preparing me for his cadaver rod. Or so I thought.

He straddled me and fed me his balls first, then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started moving his pelvic girdle rhythmically pretending to do it my rumple lips. I very much liked he initiated this and I liked even more when he pushed hard against my throat forcing me to deep-throat his thick pole. Oh yes, I gagged a few times in the beginning, but soon my pharynx was well lubricated and let the slippery intruder all the way in.

When clump of thick spit started coming out of my mouth and running down my chin, Greg turned around and sat on my face for a 69 we both love. He rubbed his asshole and his balls all over my nuzzle and rima oris, he even pushed his yap undetermined and exposed the bid tissues of his sphincter so that I could lick his bend inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my foreskin and balls with his sass and spitting all over. I felt him affect his head up and down milking my tool with his mouth and letting a lot of spit run down my formal and ass crack.

He kept me really busy making me rim his ass. Then he sat up, muffled my mouth with his ass and, holding my mortise joint, he pulled my legs all the way up and secured them behind his armpit In this position, I was completely ineffective to prompt and totally queer and vulnerable.

I felt a heavy slap on my Lucille Ball that made me twitch and then pressure against my slippery asshole…

"My boy is going to fuck me with his fingers,"I thought.

I got a few to a greater extent hard smack on my Lucille Ball and prick, then I felt the intruder pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spit and just gave in, what a beautiful feeling ! My mess was opening slowly and I was on a trip ... I even gave a pushing to open up a little more and take his fucking fingers in ... then it started to hurt that sweet kind of pain when a kettle of fish stretches further than expected. Greg knew it, but all he did was sit with all his free weight on my brass covering my mouth with his hairless perineum, his asshole pushing right field against my nose. Suddenly, the all too familiar feeling of a cock sliding past my anal ring shot me to pleasure heaven. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could find the wholly nine yards ( pun intended ), a pair of hips hitting my ass cheeks and a pair of Lucille Ball slapping my cranny making soggy noises thanks to my nephew's spit. The cock felt huge inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate gland, early times just pulling out all the way and ramming my interior with force.

I moaned as cheap as Greg's ass allowed me. I could tell whoever was fucking my jam was impatient, maybe a little nervous, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the point I could not hold it. I came buckets, some on my stomach, some on my thighs and some on Greg's manus who was trying to apply my formal out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must have been an sex pot because soon after I released my sperm, my fucker gave a few violent stab and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The turncock inside me started convulsing shooting millions of babies in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to involve more of him deeper, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing cock. I know of no fucker who does not greatly appreciate a tight hug from a male hollow around his cumming cock.

Still, the question was, who was fucking me with Greg's help ?

I found out soon after my nephew released my legs and moved his ass out of my face.

"commodity morning, Mr. Tony !"I heard my rapist's articulation. It was Devaughn, our gardener's immature son who happened to be taking care of the neighbor's yard and Greg invited him over when we were 69 to add to the fun. His cock was still thick and long but not so hard as before, yet it was almost down to his genu ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a nipper, who could have thought he would acquire up to be such a charismatic stopcock owner ?

"Devaughn !"I said very surprised,"man, you are wonderful ! I didn't know you are so big and like to fuck virile assholes. Let's do it again, ok ?"

"Ok, Mr Tony, I am here to delight you and Mr Greg too !"he smiled."I am young but I have fucked quite a few buttocks, this is my favorite affair. And I like guys'asses better, they are soaked and bang how to care for a Negroid stopcock better than ladies."

"What a find,"I thought while my sore ass started dripping his sperm. I stretched my arm to stroke Devaughn's semi hard rod. He moved closer and let me lap up his regal knob, still juicy and slippery. I could only fit half of its distance in my sass !

I tightened my back talk and milked the softening pole with my manus to squeeze out a few cum drops on my knife, a divine moment.

"Now, it's my turn to return Greg the party favour,"I said to myself .