Sometimes I am a trollop. I think I was born this way. It 's honest, I never expected to have got 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 couple of days"and ended staying for over three twelvemonth. It 's not fair to say he changed me, I was a hussy before he came but only in my judgment ; 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 work, I took a exhibitioner, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in one of our sofa chairs in the backyard. No fencing but low bush delimitate our Order with our hard-working neighbour who leave early in the dawning and return late afternoon. All day, I am the only soul in the neighbourhood. Working from plate is peachy !

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

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

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

A few instant passed without a word flying in the air, but with a lot of tautness. As he was laying lazily under the break of day sun, I was able-bodied to see his beautiful thick stopcock getting arduous, leaning left. His hairless balls 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 thing ; long and thick enough to incite desire and at the same time soft to hold in and remain on the belly waiting to be given tending. I am happy my nephew followed my advice and shaves himself completely hairless ; he is very lickable. He also got so many tattoos in slammer that he can go out in public naked and virtually mass seeing him from more than 5 feet will think he is a weirdo wearing a flowery outfit.

"Done typing ?"Greg broke my daydream, his eyes closed, his nut now separated by the thick peter between them.

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop on the tabular array and leaned back as far as the sofa death chair allowed. I pulled my hat down to cover my optic from the sun and my grueling shaft bounced up through the gap of my bathrobe front like a Eruca vesicaria sativa getting fix for flack off.

Without saying a discussion, he kneeled in front man of me and started licking my rooster and my nutsack. He sucked my balls a duad of times while pulling them gently until they popped off his lip. His clapper gave butterfly candy kiss to my manhood, then he went even low-pitched and licked my gob while stroking my gibe. He sent me to heaven.

What is unspoilt than a warm mouth giving a tongue tub to your turncock ? Greg became an expert sucking cocks in gaol. Many times I imagine him on his knees, in a dour corner with a couple of guys standing around him, their hard cocks pointing straight to his lip. Not an easy life having to decide which peter to suck first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am sure as shooting my nephew always did his considerably to please the guys offering his holes for them to select where to shoot their spermatozoan.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my ridgeline rub against the back of his throat. I could feel how deep I was. With my center 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 chair using my bathrobe belt ... pretence to be his slave ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in charge. After all, he was deprived of many little affair the last five years.

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

He straddled me and fed me his balls first, then he pushed his pecker in my oral cavity and started moving his pelvic girdle rhythmically pretending to fuck my gather 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 thickly celestial pole. Oh yes, I gagged a few times in the kickoff, but soon my throat was well lubricated and let the slippery intruder all the way in.

When globs of slurred spittle started coming out of my mouth and running down my chin, Greg turned around and sat on my cheek for a 69 we both love. He rubbed his son of a bitch and his formal all over my nose and backtalk, he even pushed his hole open and exposed the attender tissues of his sphincter so that I could lick his folds inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my prepuce and egg with his lips and spitting all over. I felt him move his head up and down milking my hammer with his mouth and letting a lot of spittle run down my musket ball and ass crack.

He kept me really busy making me rim his ass. Then he sat up, muffled my back talk with his ass and, holding my ankles, he pulled my wooden leg all the way up and secured them behind his axillary fossa In this position, I was completely ineffectual to move and totally exposed and vulnerable.

I felt a heavy smack on my balls that made me nip and then air pressure against my slippery asshole…

"My boy is going to know me with his digit,"I thought.

I got a few Thomas More unvoiced slaps on my testis and asshole, then I felt the intruder pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spit and just gave in, what a beautiful tone ! My hole was opening slowly and I was on a trip ... I even gave a get-up-and-go to open up a little more and take his fucking fingers in ... then it started to hurt that sweet kind of infliction when a hole stretches further than expected. Greg knew it, but all he did was sit with all his weightiness on my face covering my mouth with his hairless perineum, his asshole pushing right against my nozzle. 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 finger the whole nine chiliad ( pun intended ), a pair of hips hitting my ass cheeks and a distich of formal slapping my cranny making sloppy noises thanks to my nephew's spittle. The cock felt vast inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate, other 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 tell whoever was fucking my hole was impatient, maybe a minuscule unquiet, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the point I could not keep back it. I came bucket, some on my belly, some on my thighs and some on Greg's hand who was trying to keep my balls out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must have got been an exciting sight because soon after I released my spermatozoon, my fucker gave a few violent thrusts and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The putz inside me started convulsing shooting millions of babies in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to get more of him deeper, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing tool. I know of no fucker who does not greatly value a tight hug from a manlike yap around his cumming cock.

Still, the dubiousness was, who was fucking me with Greg's aid ?

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

"goodness morning, Mr. Tony !"I heard my rapist's vocalism. 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 tenacious but not so difficult as before, yet it was almost down to his knees ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a child, who could induce thought he would spring up up to be such a charismatic cock owner ?

"Devaughn !"I said very surprised,"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 stern, this is my favorite thing. And I like guys'screw better, they are stiff and make out how to plow a disgraceful shaft better than ladies."

"What a discovery,"I thought while my sore ass started dripping his spermatozoon. 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 mouth !

I tightened my back talk and milked the softening pole with my helping hand to squeeze out a few cum free fall on my natural language, a divine moment.

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