Sometimes I am a trollop. I think I was born this way. It 's lawful, I never expected to take my life changed the way it did when my wife 's nephew, Greg, reinvigorated out of gaol, came to stay with us for"just a couple of solar day"and ended staying for over three years. It 's not fair to say he changed me, I was a slut before he came but only in my brain ; what he did was bring up my inner self 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 fence but low bush define our orders with our hard-working neighbors who leave early in the morning and takings late afternoon. All day, I am the only person in the region. Working from home is great !

It was around 9am when Greg came to join me. He was completely naked as always in my wife's absence.

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

"Hey !"I said and continued to type trying to stop my email.

A few second passed without a word flying in the air, but with a lot of tension. As he was laying lazily under the morning sun, I was able to see his beautiful thick cock getting hard, leaning left. His hairless testicle that were hiding between his second joint moments before, started showing as his tool was getting blind drunk and pulling them up slowly. Being tractor trailer hard is a beautiful thing ; tenacious and thick enough to incite desire and at the Saami fourth dimension soft to suppress and stay 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 nigh people seeing him from more than 5 feet will think he is a crazy wearing a flowery outfit.

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

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop computer on the table and leaned back as far as the lounge hot seat allowed. I pulled my hat down to cover my eyes from the sun and my laborious shaft bounced up through the scuttle of my bathrobe front man like a Eruca sativa getting ready for flack off.

Without saying a word, he kneeled in front of me and started licking my cock and my nutsack. He sucked my Ball a distich of times while pulling them gently until they popped off his mouth. His spit gave butterfly osculation to my humanness, then he went even lower and licked my hole while stroking my tool. He sent me to heaven.

What is in force than a warm mouth giving a tongue bath to your cock ? Greg became an expert sucking shaft in jail. Many fourth dimension I imagine him on his knees, in a dark corner with a match of cat standing around him, their heavy cocks pointing straight to his mouth. Not an loose life having to settle which cock to suck first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am sure my nephew always did his full to please the guys offering his holes for them to choose where to sprout their spermatozoan.

It didn't take long for Greg to stimulate my ridge rub against the back of his throat. I could palpate how deep I was. With my eyes closed and laying on the lounging professorship, 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 ... pretending to be his slave ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in electric charge. After all, he was deprived of many picayune things the last five years.

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

He straddled me and fed me his balls first, then he pushed his cock in my rima oris and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to fuck my knit back talk. 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 dense pole. Oh yes, I gagged a few times in the beginning, but soon my throat was well lubricated and let the slippery intruder all the way in.

When ball of duncical spit started coming out of my sassing 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 nose and mouth, he even pushed his gob outdoors and exposed the pinnace tissue of his sphincter so that I could lick his folds inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my foreskin and balls with his lips and spitting all over. I felt him move his head up and down milking my shaft with his sassing and letting a lot of spitting run down my balls and ass crack.

He kept me really busy making me rim his ass. Then he sat up, muffled my oral fissure with his ass and, holding my articulatio talocruralis, he pulled my legs all the way up and secured them behind his armpits In this position, I was completely unable to actuate and totally exposed and vulnerable.

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

"My boy is going to bang me with his finger,"I thought.

I got a few more hard smacking on my orb and asshole, then I felt the trespasser pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spit and just gave in, what a beautiful feeling ! My hole was opening slowly and I was on a stumble ... I even gave a push to open up a little more and guide his fucking finger's breadth in ... then it started to offend that sweet form of pain when a hole stretches farther than expected. Greg knew it, but all he did was sit with all his weight on my cheek covering my mouth with his hairless perineum, his asshole pushing rightfield against my nose. Suddenly, the all too familiar smell of a cock sliding past my anal ring guess me to pleasure heaven. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could finger the whole nine yards ( pun intended ), a pair of hips hitting my ass buttock and a pair of balls slapping my cranny making muddy noises thanks to my nephew's tongue. The hammer felt huge inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate, former times just pulling out all the way and ramming my insides with force.

I moaned as tacky as Greg's ass allowed me. I could state whoever was fucking my hole was impatient, maybe a little nervous, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the breaker point I could not hold it. I came buckets, some on my belly, some on my thighs and some on Greg's hired hand who was trying to nurse my balls out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must have been an exciting view because soon after I released my sperm, my fucker gave a few fierce stab and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The cock inside me started convulsing shooting millions of babies in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to take aim Sir Thomas More of him deeper, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing tool. I know of no fucker who does not greatly value a pixilated hug from a virile hole 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.

"Good morning, Mr. Tony !"I heard my raper's voice. It was Devaughn, our nurseryman's youngest son who happened to be taking caution of the neighbor's yard and Greg invited him over when we were 69 to add to the fun. His cock was still thickset and long but not so hard as before, yet it was almost down to his knees ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a child, who could have thought he would turn up to be such a charismatic putz proprietor ?

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

"Ok, Mr Tony, I am here to please you and Mr Greg too !"he smiled."I am young but I have fucked quite a few butt, this is my favorite matter. And I like guys'screw better, they are tighter and know how to treat a inkiness cock better than ladies."

"What a uncovering,"I thought while my sore ass started dripping his sperm. I stretched my arm to stroke Devaughn's semitrailer hard rod. He moved closer and let me lap his purple knob, still juicy and slippery. I could only fit half of its length in my mouth !

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

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