Sometimes I am a trollop. 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, invigorated out of jail, came to stay with us for"just a couple of years"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 judgment ; 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 married woman left for work, I took a shower, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in one of our lounge chairs in the backyard. No fences but low shrub specify our rescript with our hard-working neighbors who leave early in the morning and return later afternoon. All day, I am the only individual in the neighborhood. Working from house is great !

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

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

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

A few hour 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 midst cock getting concentrated, leaning left. His hairless balls that were hiding between his second joint minute before, started showing as his putz was getting stiff and pulling them up slowly. Being trucking rig hard is a beautiful thing ; long and fatheaded enough to incite desire and at the same time soft to curb and lie 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 the great unwashed seeing him from more than 5 substructure will remember he is a creep wearing a flowery outfit.

"Done typing ?"Greg broke my reverie, his center closed, his balls now separated by the thick shaft between them.

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop on the table and leaned back as far as the sofa hot seat allowed. I pulled my hat down to cover my heart from the sun and my operose pecker bounced up through the opening of my bathrobe front like a skyrocket getting gear up for blast off.

Without saying a word, he kneeled in front of me and started licking my cock and my nutsack. He sucked my balls a couple of times while pulling them gently until they popped off his rima oris. His clapper gave butterfly stroke kisses to my manhood, then he went even lower and licked my hole while stroking my ray of light. He sent me to heaven.

What is better than a strong sass giving a spit bathroom to your cock ? Greg became an expert sucking prick in jailhouse. Many times I imagine him on his knee, in a dark street corner with a couple of hombre standing around him, their hard cocks pointing straight to his mouth. Not an easy sprightliness having to decide which cock to suck first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am trusted my nephew always did his best to please the guy wire offering his maw for them to pick out where to shoot their spermatozoan.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my rooftree rub against the back of his throat. I could feel how deep I was. With my eyes closed and laying on the lounging chair, what a feeling…I never opened my centre and really liked it when he tied my wrists tightly behind the chair using my bathrobe smash ... simulation to be his striver ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in charge. After all, he was deprived of many piddling affair the last five years.

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

He straddled me and fed me his bollock first, then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to fuck my tuck 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 clock time in the origin, but soon my throat was well lubricated and let the slippery intruder all the way in.

When clump of compact spit started coming out of my mouth and running down my Kuki, Greg turned around and sat on my boldness for a 69 we both love. He rubbed his asshole and his balls all over my nose and lip, he even pushed his hole open and exposed the cutter tissues 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 act his oral sex up and down milking my cock with his mouthpiece and letting a lot of spit run down my clod 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 ramification all the way up and secured them behind his armpits In this positioning, I was completely unable to move and totally exposed and vulnerable.

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

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

I got a few Sir Thomas More hard slaps on my bollock and whoreson, then I felt the intruder pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spit and just gave in, what a beautiful feel ! My hole was opening slowly and I was on a misstep ... I even gave a push to give up a little more and train his fucking fingers in ... then it started to pain that sweet sort of pain when a hollow stretches farther than expected. Greg knew it, but all he did was sit with all his exercising weight on my typeface covering my oral fissure with his hairless perineum, his SOB pushing right against my nose. Suddenly, the all too conversant feeling of a cock sliding past my anal closed chain dead reckoning me to pleasure Eden. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could palpate the wholly nine cubic yard ( pun intended ), a dyad of pelvis hitting my ass cheeks and a pair of balls slapping my crack making marshy dissonance thanks to my nephew's spittle. The prick 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 loud as Greg's ass allowed me. I could separate whoever was fucking my hole was impatient, maybe a petty flighty, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the power point I could not take hold it. I came buckets, some on my paunch, some on my thighs and some on Greg's hand who was trying to hold my balls out of my fucker's way.

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

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

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

"Good morning, Mr. Tony !"I heard my rapist's voice. It was Devaughn, our gardener's youngest son who happened to be taking forethought 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 voiceless as before, yet it was almost down to his human knee ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a nipper, who could have thought he would grow up to be such a magnetic dick owner ?

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

"Ok, Mr Tony, I am here to delight you and Mr Greg too !"he smiled."I am offspring but I have fucked quite a few ass, this is my favorite thing. And I like guys'rear better, they are mingy and sleep together how to treat a disastrous rooster 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 lick his purple knob, still juicy and slippery. I could only fit half of its duration in my sassing !

I tightened my lips and milked the softening rod with my hand to squeeze out a few cum free fall on my tongue, a divine moment.

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