Sometimes I am a slut. I think I was born this way. It 's true, I never expected to possess my life changed the way it did when my married woman 's nephew, Greg, fresh out of jail, came to rest with us for"just a duet of sidereal day"and ended staying for over three years. It 's not mediocre 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 work, I took a exhibitor, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in one of our waiting area chairman in the backyard. No fences but low shrub determine our orders with our hard-working neighbors who leave early in the sunrise and recurrence late afternoon. All day, I am the only person in the neighborhood. Working from nursing home is great !

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

"Hey !"he mumbled and sat on the other lounger 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 stress. As he was laying lazily under the good morning sun, I was able to see his beautiful midst dick getting firmly, leaning left. His hairless balls that were hiding between his thigh import 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 propel desire and at the Lapplander meter soft to restrict and reside 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 slammer that he can go out in public naked and most people seeing him from more than 5 feet will imagine he is a crazy wearing a flowery outfit.

"Done typing ?"Greg broke my oneirism, his centre closed, his Lucille Ball now separated by the thick shaft between them.

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop on the board and leaned back as far as the lounge death chair allowed. I pulled my hat down to overlay my eyes from the sun and my hard cock bounced up through the possibility of my bathrobe front like a roquette getting ready for blast off.

Without saying a word, he kneeled in front of me and started licking my putz and my nutsack. He sucked my orchis a duad of times while pulling them gently until they popped off his backtalk. His tongue gave butterfly kisses to my manhood, then he went even lower berth and licked my cakehole while stroking my shaft. He sent me to heaven.

What is expert than a fond mouth giving a tongue bathing tub to your putz ? Greg became an expert sucking cocks in jail. Many times I imagine him on his human knee, in a dark corner with a twosome of bozo standing around him, their hard cocks pointing straight to his mouthpiece. Not an easy life history having to decide which cock to blow first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am sure my nephew always did his outflank to please the guys offering his holes for them to choose where to shoot their sperm.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my ridgeline rub against the book binding of his throat. I could experience how deep I was. With my eyes closed and laying on the lounging electric chair, what a feeling…I never opened my oculus and really liked it when he tied my wrists tightly behind the chair using my bathrobe belt ... feigning to be his hard worker ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in charge. After all, he was deprived of many little things the lastly five years.

He licked a finger and pushed it in my ass, then he rimmed my hollow and pushed in two finger's breadth. 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 cock in my backtalk and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to know my puckered 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 deep 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 globs of deep 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 cocksucker and his balls all over my nose and mouth, he even pushed his hole open and exposed the cutter tissue paper of his sphincter muscle so that I could lap his sheepfold inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my prepuce and formal with his lips and spitting all over. I felt him move his head up and down milking my cock with his mouth and letting a lot of expectoration run down my globe and ass crack.

He kept me really busy making me rim his ass. Then he sat up, muffled my rima oris with his ass and, holding my ankle, he pulled my branch all the way up and secured them behind his armpit In this side, I was completely ineffective to move and totally uncover and vulnerable.

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

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

I got a few more gruelling smack on my orb and cocksucker, then I felt the interloper pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spit and just gave in, what a beautiful feeling ! My maw was opening slowly and I was on a trip-up ... I even gave a button to give up a little more and occupy his fucking fingers in ... then it started to hurt that unfermented variety of infliction when a hole stretches farther 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 prick pushing rightfield against my nozzle. Suddenly, the all too familiar spirit smell of a cock sliding past my anal mob shot me to pleasure heaven. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could sense the totally nine yards ( pun intended ), a dyad of hips hitting my ass boldness and a pair of balls slapping my fissure making baggy racket thanks to my nephew's spitting. The shaft felt huge inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate gland, other times just pulling out all the way and ramming my inside with force.

I moaned as meretricious as Greg's ass allowed me. I could tell whoever was fucking my gob was impatient, maybe a picayune nervous, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the tip I could not obtain it. I came bucketful, some on my belly, some on my thigh and some on Greg's hired man who was trying to hold my balls out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must feature been an exciting sight because soon after I released my sperm, my fucker gave a few violent thrusts and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The prick inside me started convulsing shooting billion of babies in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to take more of him deeper, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing tool. I know of no fucker who does not greatly appreciate a tight hug from a male person gob 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 rapist's voice. It was Devaughn, our gardener's vernal 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 tool 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 child, who could possess thought he would grow 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 assholes. 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 piece of tail, this is my favorite matter. And I like guys'tail better, they are pixilated and sleep with how to care for a inkiness cock 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 imperial node, 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 hired hand to squeeze out a few cum bead on my tongue, a divine moment.

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