This is a write up that was sent to me by one of my unseasoned members/fans. With his permission I 'm going to plowshare it with you guys. If you like it, I 'll have him share more inside information of his new salamander Mates.

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The COVID shut down really glut up my lifetime. I 'm just twenty years old, I lost of my job, I moved back with my parents.

I 'm not out to my parents, so for a few calendar month there I had no social sprightliness, no sex life story and no money. Pretty embarrassing having to go to your Dad cap in hand asking for money to fill up the car with petrol.

Do n't get me started how sexually frustrated I was. Before COVID hit, I was enjoying my sleeping around as all twenty twelvemonth old gay cat should be.

Sitting around my parents house all day on my own I started jerking off on one of the TV websites for amateurs. If I 'm jerking off four times a day, I might as well get paid for it. Unfortunately, it did n't pay very well, I 'm guessing I was n't the only horny unseasoned guy who was idle and horny.

A week or so after I started the webcam matter I was getting over it, the financial rewards were pitiful.

Just as I was about to blue-pencil my accounting, I received a message from one of my rooter or follower or whatever that website calls them. As I read the message my centre dropped, the guy/fan said that he loved my telecasting and that he thinks he knows me, is my real name Troy ? That is my existent public figure but I had not disclosed it anywhere on my visibility and I was furious that I was silly enough to put my tangible home town on there. I was panicking since I 'm not out to my kinsfolk or anyone in my family townspeople. As if my life-time could n't be more over.

gathering some composure, I continued reading the message.

If you are Troy then you went to school with my tyke so you know me and subsist just around the corner. Do n't worry, I will keep your private if you keep mine.

Let me severalize you my confidential, there are a few guys like myself ( married and outwardly straight ) who have a poker Nox each week and instead of playing stove poker, we fuck.

Your profile said you like honest-to-god guy cable, and we like new guys, would you like to come to our poker night ?

promise you get back to me troy ....

I do like older men, I am sex starved so I thought why not.

I replied back that I was Troy and I was given the address of the house for that dark 'poker game'.

The guy did n't give me his name but I knew the address and he was right, his son and I were in the like course of instruction at high school day and I had even had a rest over or two at their mansion. Of line I had no idea that the happily wed 'Dad'was in to anything gay.

I arrived at the house rightfield on time and The Dad opened the door, shook my helping hand and said he was very well-chosen to see me.

He gave me a passably stern talking to about being discrete and told me that if I could n't keep my back talk shut then I should leave now. I assured The Dad that I could proceed a underground and told him that he better keep my enigma as well since I 'm not out to my parents.

With that agreed to, he invited me downstairs. The downstairs is a biz room where I had played TV plot as a kid not that many years ago. Following The Dad down, he told me that he had only mentioned to the other bozo that there was a fourth poker player joining them but had n't told them any more.

Walking in to the games room I thought they might at least be pretending to play stove poker and have a prorogue setup but there was no signs of a card game. There was a fifty dollar bill something year old guy sitting on the couch wearing a business shirt and tie, his pants around his mortise joint and another fifty something looking guy on his genu sucking his tool. The suit of clothes Man turned his fountainhead towards The Dad and I as we entered the room, when he saw me he swore.

The guy sucking his pecker tried to look up but his psyche was forced down on the pecker that he was sucking.

I was introduced as the new poker game player and the guy receiving the blowjob on the couch asked if I was really ready to play salamander with the big son ? A real gentleman's gentleman man, who was getting his cock sucked by another man. To his challenge I replied that he should reach me a go sucking that fat cock of his.

He told me to give it a try, and called me boy.

Walking over he let the guy who was sucking his cock off it. When the guy turned to face me we both recognized each former. I had dated this guys daughter in high school !

Swapping places he said `` Hello Troy '' and all I could say in return was `` hullo Mr. Jenkins ''.

Then I was on my stifle looking up at a fat cock. The guy was hairy but had trimmed his pubic region at some spot so it was masculine, but not gross. I grabbed this fat, man dick, in my right mitt and just went to town on it. It was slippery from the previous guy but it still tasted like turncock, a appreciation I had missed for the cobbler's last eight weeks.

I love sucking cock and I was engrossed in working this mans cock in my mouthpiece. Gaggingly late driving force, then sucking the headland, some long ho-hum strokes with my hand and even just licking the tip. My intellect was completely focused on the cock sucking at script, I had forgotten there were two guys watching this.

The Suit Man brought me back to my surrounds by telling the other guys that I had pretty good prick sucking attainment, for a beginner. I mumbled a rebuttal and he told me that he has been sucking turncock before I even had one.

Popping my sass off his turncock I looked up at him and told him my arse was n't painted on and was someone ever going to jazz it ? This made him smile was I was a little bit at the chance of fucking my asshole of course, but I think there was a little bit of a smirk at my cheekiness.

suit of clothes Man started to strike like he was getting up off the couch when The Dad said that since I was his poker guest, he had first dibs on fucking me.

Kneeling behind me he asked if I was clean-living. I replied that I was on homework and was tested just as the COVID stuff started. I asked him the same interrogative and he laughed and said that the three of them had been married for 20 years and only jazz each early. He double checked if I was OK with bareback and I said I was.

I got back to Suit Man 's rooster. The Dad just pulled my short circuit off, I helped him a petty kicking them off. I was wearing a black speedo under my shorts and The Dad commented that he remembered that I was a swimmer in high school. He decided to work around the speedo so just pulled the binding of it aside to reach access to my arsehole.

The Dad was gentle with me, he softly probed my rear with his pecker for a piddling while.

Then, he let it slide maybe half way in, it took my breath away.

While I had been playing with some fundament toys my arse had not had anything even close to a turncock in it for eight week and I felt it. The Dad felt it as well and told the early men that my asshole was as plastered as a vice.

After my little pant when The Dad first slid inside me, I concentrated on relaxing and I pushed back towards him, taking More of his length. I had cause Man 's putz in my hand and he said that watching my side in pleasure but also in agony was just the precious matter ever. As I took as very much of Dad 's cock inside me, I was looking up at Suit Man, biting my lip and rolling my eyes.

The Dad then started sliding back out of my arse and I could feel his size.

He paused, then he started sliding it back inside me. This time, a little deeper.

I was moaning and really trying to relax my arse sinew. That was obviously not The Dad 's first of all clock time and he took it slow and did n't hurt me. Slowly, I was getting more comfortable and encouraged his musical rhythm to increase. I was even capable to get back to work on case Man 's cock which had remained rock hard while he enjoyed the show. I started to really get in to it, rocking back and Forth River, cock in my arse and cock in my backtalk. I had done this once before but then the guys were in their 20 instead of their fifties and it was a lot quicker and rushed. These guys were taking their time.

My rhythm gradually increased and The Dad was getting close, we were both getting close and our moans were pretty sound indicators of that. I think I heard The Dad ask Mr. Jenkins if it was OK to cum inside me, the answer was in the approbatory but I barely heard it because Suit Man had grabbed me by the jaw and was encouraging me to cum. He was telling me he wanted to see my cum brass and I was lightly biting his quarter round when my rooster exploded in my speedos. I 'm not surely if it was my climax moan, or my arse tightening as I came, but it was too much for The Dad and I felt him bury his cock with one oceanic abyss thrust and he started filling my bunghole with his man seed.

Every climax feeling good, but that was mind bluster !

Slowly, ever so slowly, The Dad slid is cock out of me. When the head popped out of my arse I had another gasp and it felt like my stern hollow was gasping for breath.

Mr. Jenkins ask me if I was able-bodied to take another load ? I told him I wanted another load in me and then I looked up at wooing Man and told him I wanted a load in my mouth as well.

This time things were more like my late spit roast experience. Mr. Jenkins did n't have the Lapplander solitaire The Dad did, but I was looser so he did n't need to. Suit Man started really getting in to it as well and was thrusting in to my mouth.

My human knee were getting sore, I felt cum from my coming pooling around my balls inside my speedo and I felt cum oozing down the back of my thighs as Mr. Jenkins was humping away. I thought I was getting slutty before the COVID shutdowns but in this situation, I was sluttier than I had ever imagined and it was such a tour on. My pecker was back to hard.

It was Suit Man who approached orgasm first and he was thrusting his cock into my mouth and ramming it in. As he got to the boundary of his orgasm I was stroking him furiously and I popped his cock out of my mouth but left my tongue on the tip of his cock and looked up at him. Looking in to my center sent him over the edge and his first rope of cum got my nose and cheek, his second and subsequent pulsing of cum I took on my natural language and let him see it bring in a white puddle. It was n't until his cock was dry before I pulled my clapper in and swallowed his jizz.

Mr. Jenkins was grunting and fucking fast by now and like The Dad, he buried his cock deep and paused as he gave my arse its second full payload of cum.

When he finally pulled out of me I stood up because my knee joint were pretty sore after all of that.

I pulled the bum of my speedos across so they fit like pattern. Wow, I was a cum covered mess. Rope of cum on my nose and cheek, the social movement of my speedo was soaked, my arse was leaking cum and there was cum down my thighs to my knees.

The Dad told me that I should clean up at my family and indicated that I should grab my wearing apparel. No Charles William Post sex cuddling with these hombre. Once I had picked up my clothes, The Dad handed me some cash. He said that the three of them would be telling their wives that they lost some money at fire hook tonight and that I could narrate my folks I won at poker tonight.

He said that I was welcome to join their poker game in two week time. Then he told me I could let myself out.

I walked up stairs, put my dress on and started the short manner of walking back to my parents house. There was cum everywhere and I 'm sure I was sloshing. Back at my folks theatre I snuck around the dorsum and I quietly slipped in to the hottub we had in the backyard.

Not ten seconds after I had slipped in to the hottub, I heard the backdoor to the sign of the zodiac open and my Dad started walking towards to hottub ( my literal Dad, not The Dad from stove poker ). I made sure I did n't birth any cum on my face before he had crossed the pace. He was a picayune jump when he noticed I was in the hottub but not a big deal. My Dad dropped his towel and got in to the hottub wearing a duad of bootleg speedos as well ( he always wears speedos and I used to think he was a jerk because of it ).

My Dad asked me how my night was and I said it was dependable hanging out with the cat. He asked me what we got up to and I said we played some poker. Did you take their money, he asked ? Yeah I took their money and ran, that is why I 'm abode earlier than expected. My Dad was proud and said that is what he taught me. How much did you win son ? I had to admit that I was n't trusted, I jumped out of the hottub and went over to my underdrawers and standing there in my speedos I counted the money that The Dad had given me. It was $ 500.

My Dad said that if I can crap $ 500 playing stove poker, I should be doing that more often.

Yeah, I think I would be attending poker night more often .