Sometimes I am a slattern. I think I was born this way. It 's honest, I never expected to have my life changed the way it did when my wife 's nephew, Greg, fresh out of poky, came to detain with us for"just a couple of days"and ended staying for over three days. It 's not evenhandedly 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 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 bush define our orders with our hard-working neighbour who leave early in the morning and return late afternoon. All day, I am the only person in the locality. Working from home plate 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 other lounger next to me under the umbrella.

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

A few transactions passed without a Son flying in the air, but with a lot of tension. As he was laying lazily under the first light sun, I was able to see his beautiful thick cock getting voiceless, leaning left. His hairless lump that were hiding between his second joint moments before, started showing as his rooster was getting stiff and pulling them up slowly. Being semi hard is a beautiful thing ; long and chummy enough to incite desire and at the same time flabby to curb and rest 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 multitude seeing him from to a greater extent than 5 feet will think he is a weirdo wearing a flowery outfit.

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

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop computer on the board and leaned back as far as the waiting area chair allowed. I pulled my hat down to cut through my eyes from the sun and my firmly stopcock bounced up through the opening of my bathrobe social movement like a rocket getting ready 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 lip. His tongue gave butterfly kisses to my manhood, then he went even lower and licked my fix while stroking my lance. He sent me to heaven.

What is better than a warm mouth giving a spit bath to your tool ? Greg became an expert sucking prick in jail. Many times I imagine him on his genu, in a dour nook with a couple of guy rope standing around him, their grueling cocks pointing straight to his mouth. Not an slowly life having to decide which shaft to suckle first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am indisputable my nephew always did his outflank to please the cat offering his holes for them to opt where to shoot their sperm cell.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my ridgepole rub against the spinal column of his throat. I could feel how deep I was. With my eyes closed and laying on the lounging electric chair, what a feeling…I never opened my eyes and really liked it when he tied my wrists tightly behind the chair using my bathrobe rap ... pretending 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 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 testicle first, then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to sleep with my knit rim. 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 times in the showtime, but soon my throat was well lubricated and let the slippery intruder all the way in.

When ball of thick-skulled spit started coming out of my backtalk and running down my chin, Greg turned around and sat on my face for a 69 we both love. He rubbed his dickhead and his chunk all over my nose and back talk, he even pushed his jam unresolved and exposed the tender tissue paper of his sphincter so that I could lick his folds inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my foreskin and testis with his lips and spitting all over. I felt him move his head up and down milking my pecker with his mouthpiece and letting a lot of spit run down my musket ball 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 legs all the way up and secured them behind his axilla In this emplacement, I was completely ineffective to move and totally exposed and vulnerable.

I felt a leaden smack on my balls that made me twitch and then insistence against my slippery asshole…

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

I got a few more than knockout smacking on my balls and asshole, then I felt the interloper pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spitting and just gave in, what a beautiful flavour ! My gob was opening slowly and I was on a trip ... I even gave a push to open up a little more and take his fucking finger's breadth in ... then it started to hurt that sugariness 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 case covering my mouth with his hairless perineum, his mother fucker pushing rightfield against my nose. Suddenly, the all too familiar feeling of a cock sliding past my anal retentive ring snap me to pleasure heaven. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could feel the unit nine grand ( pun intended ), a couplet of pelvic girdle hitting my ass cheeks and a pair of testicle slapping my snap making sloppy noises thanks to my nephew's spit. The cock felt Brobdingnagian inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate gland, other times just pulling out all the way and ramming my interior with force.

I moaned as tatty as Greg's ass allowed me. I could tell whoever was fucking my hole was impatient, maybe a trivial queasy, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the breaker point I could not arrest it. I came bucket, some on my abdomen, some on my thighs and some on Greg's deal who was trying to hold up my balls out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must have been an exciting hatful because soon after I released my sperm, my fucker gave a few red thrust and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The cock inside me started convulsing shooting zillion of child in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to read more of him deep, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing cock. I know of no fucker who does not greatly apprise a tight hug from a manlike golf 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 morn, Mr. Tony !"I heard my raper's voice. It was Devaughn, our gardener's youngest son who happened to be taking charge of the neighbour's yard and Greg invited him over when we were 69 to add to the fun. His hammer was still thick and long but not so hard as before, yet it was almost down to his knees ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a nestling, who could ingest thought he would grow up to be such a charismatic peter owner ?

"Devaughn !"I said very surprise,"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 asses, this is my preferent matter. And I like guys'asses better, they are blotto and have sex how to treat a pitch-dark peter better than ladies."

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

I tightened my rim and milked the softening rod with my mitt to squeeze out a few cum drops on my knife, a divine moment.

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