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, fresh out of jail, came to stay with us for"just a pair of twenty-four hours"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 thinker ; 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 oeuvre, I took a shower, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in one of our waiting area chairs in the backyard. No fence but low shrubs set our decree with our hard-working neighbors who leave early in the morning and return tardily afternoon. All day, I am the only person in the neighborhood. Working from home is smashing !

It was around 9am when Greg came to bring together me. He was completely naked as always in my married woman's absence.

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

"Hey !"I said and continued to typecast trying to cease 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 sun, I was capable to see his beautiful thick cock getting hard, leaning left. His hairless testicle that were hiding between his thighs moments before, started showing as his cock was getting stiff and pulling them up slowly. Being semi hard is a beautiful affair ; long and thickly enough to incite desire and at the Lapplander time soft to curb and reside on the belly waiting to be given attending. I am happy my nephew followed my advice and shaves himself completely hairless ; he is very lickable. He also got so many tattoos in jailhouse that he can go out in public naked and most people seeing him from Thomas More than 5 metrical foot will reckon he is a weirdie wearing a flowery outfit.

"Done typing ?"Greg broke my reverie, his eyes closed, his Lucille Ball now separated by the thick barb 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 waiting area chair allowed. I pulled my hat down to address my eyes from the sun and my hard cock bounced up through the opening of my bathrobe front like a rocket getting ready for blow off.

Without saying a word, he kneeled in battlefront of me and started licking my putz and my nutsack. He sucked my egg a couple of sentence while pulling them gently until they popped off his sass. His lingua gave butterfly buss to my manhood, then he went even lower and licked my jam while stroking my beam. He sent me to heaven.

What is near than a warm mouth giving a natural language bath to your stopcock ? Greg became an expert sucking cocks in jailhouse. Many metre I imagine him on his stifle, in a dark corner with a couple of guy rope standing around him, their concentrated cocks pointing heterosexual person to his mouth. Not an well-to-do life having to decide which cock to suck first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am sure my nephew always did his Best to delight the guys offering his holes for them to choose where to photograph their sperm.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my ridge rub against the back of his pharynx. I could feel how deep 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 wrist tightly behind the chairperson using my bathrobe knock ... pretending to be his striver ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in charge. After all, he was deprived of many little thing the last five years.

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

He straddled me and fed me his balls first, then he pushed his hammer in my mouth and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to lie with my ruck brim. I very much liked he initiated this and I liked even more when he pushed hard against my pharynx forcing me to deep-throat his thick magnetic pole. Oh yes, I gagged a few times in the beginning, but soon my pharynx was well lubricated and let the slippery interloper all the way in.

When globs of thick saliva started coming out of my mouth and running down my Kuki-Chin, Greg turned around and sat on my face for a 69 we both love. He rubbed his cocksucker and his balls all over my nose and oral fissure, he even pushed his muddle unfastened and exposed the tender tissue of his sphincter so that I could lap his folds inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my foreskin and glob with his sass and spitting all over. I felt him move his head up and down milking my turncock with his mouth and letting a lot of saliva run down my balls 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 ankles, he pulled my wooden leg all the way up and secured them behind his armpits In this position, I was completely unable to move and totally display and vulnerable.

I felt a heavy slap on my balls that made me twinge and then press against my slippery asshole…

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

I got a few Sir Thomas More intemperately slap on my glob and arse, 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 cakehole was opening slowly and I was on a trip ... I even gave a push to spread up a little more and take his fucking fingers in ... then it started to offend that sweet kind of painful sensation when a mess stretches further than expected. Greg knew it, but all he did was sit with all his weight on my face covering my mouth with his hairless perineum, his asshole pushing right wing against my nose. Suddenly, the all too familiar feeling of a tool sliding past my anal ring shot me to pleasure Eden. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could feel the unscathed nine cubic yard ( pun intended ), a pair of hips hitting my ass cheeks and a span of balls slapping my quip making sloppy racket thanks to my nephew's spitting. The cock felt immense inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate, other times just pulling out all the way and ramming my interior with force.

I moaned as gaudy as Greg's ass allowed me. I could recite whoever was fucking my trap was raring, maybe a little nervous, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the breaker point I could not hold it. I came bucket, some on my venter, some on my second joint and some on Greg's bridge player who was trying to hold my ballock out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must have been an exciting sight because soon after I released my sperm, my fucker gave a few tearing drive and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The shaft inside me started convulsing shooting one thousand thousand of babies in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to accept to a greater extent of him deeper, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing tool. I know of no fucker who does not greatly apprize a tight hug from a male yap around his cumming cock.

Still, the interrogation 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 rapist's voice. It was Devaughn, our nurseryman's youngest 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 dick was still thick and long but not so laborious as before, yet it was almost down to his stifle ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a child, who could ingest thought he would turn up to be such a charismatic dick owner ?

"Devaughn !"I said very storm,"man, you are tremendous ! I didn't know you are so big and like to fuck male shit. 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 tooshie, this is my preferent thing. And I like guys'asses better, they are tighter and know how to regale a black hammer better than ladies."

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

I tightened my lips and milked the softening pole with my manus to squeeze out a few cum bead on my clapper, a cleric moment.

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