Guidance (closed for ericrodman101) [M/M]

[tamgreen]

Toby grabbed a few paper towels to wipe away the worst of the mess on himself before pulling his clothes on, grimacing at the unpleasant feeling of getting dressed while in such a disgusting state. He hoped they'd be able to hurry home for a nice long shower and hopefully a solid meal.

"I'd love to show everyone Daddy's sexy post-fuck face," the boy laughed. "But none of them sure need to smell us right now. We'd better go out the back way."

After getting his shoes and socks on, he looked up at Gerry with a grin.

"Back door is best, right Daddy?"

He took the old man's hand and squeezed it as they headed for the door, feeling extremely proud of both of them for what they'd accomplished today.

It wasn't until they were already in the car and on the road that his brain started to kick back into gear, and he wondered what sort of path they were headed down. Would Dr. Phetmang be around all the time now, needing Daddy's attention? Was there going to be no end of curious young virgins to break in? How long until little Toby was old news?

"Gerry," he spoke up after a lengthy silence. It felt strange now, saying his name, after so many Daddys.

"Gerry... will you always be wanting to invite him? Because... I still like having you to myself."

 

[ericrodman101]

Back door is best....Gerry laughed as Toby took his hand and they walked to the car. They both stank. Closing the car door only accentuated the smell. Sex and piss and cum and ass juice and....Gerry tried hard to keep his eyes on the road, looking across at the teen sitting beside him, wondering how it had come to this.

"Gerry...." The kid was calling him Gerry. Not Daddy. Not just speaking. Gerry, like something was up.

And then that plaintive little voice, vulnerable and imploring, not the potty mouth, the filthy talk, all the joshing and gibing and getting Gerry hard just by talking dirty. For a moment Gerry wondered if there was artifice in that voice, calling to him like his daughter Charlotte did, a baby voice to bring out his soft side, to fool him into conceding something. Like all kids did to their dads...

"Gerry...will you always be wanting to invite him? Because...I still like having you to myself."

Fuck! Gerry went to speak, opening his mouth then closing it. Jesus. The kid was getting all clingy. But then, why shouldn't he? Deep inside his gut Gerry had a premonition of danger. Not for the first time. He knew as a school guidance counsellor fucking a kid he was on shaky ground. Shaky ground! He was on quicksand. He was on the gallows, waiting for the executioner to pull the lever and send him plunging down....

But clingy? For a kid who'd seen everything, clingy was just a bit childish. Was that unfair? Is eighteen a child? There was nothing childish about the things they'd done together. No sir-ee. The fucking was distinctly, utterly, obscenely adult.

Gerry smiled and reached across to pat Toby's thigh.

"Dr Phetmang was just sex, kiddo. And next time it'll still be just sex. Just fucking. Daddy likes to fuck, yeah? He likes to fuck you. And sometimes he likes to fuck Dr Phetmang. You've done that for Daddy. You've shown him how good boy fucking really is. You, kiddo. So...yeah...maybe I will be inviting the doctor over because I want to fuck him and I want you to fuck him...but....you're my special fuck...Daddy's special boy...understand?"

Gerry looked across at Toby, hoping to reassure the boy with another smile. Hoping he sounded convincing. Hoping....

 

[tamgreen]

Toby stared straight at Gerry as he first hesitated, and then smiled, and then spoke. So the doctor was just sex, and meant Toby was more than just sex. He had to believe he was more - it was imperative for him to know that for a fact. Of course, Andrea had been more than sex to him too. The guy had been married to her for longer than Toby had been alive. She didn't seem to be very "special" to him these days. Things changed. Was everything good destined to be ripped away from him, or could he, if he tried hard enough, prevent that loss? He just had to be everything Gerry could want, and if that meant helping him fuck a thousand other boys, that's what it would have to be.

But he at least knew where Andrea had gone wrong.

"I understand," he said softly, nodding. "And Daddy... I'll never cheat on you. Never, ever. I'd kill myself before doing that to you. If you want me to fuck someone else, I'll do it, but I won't do it unless you want me to, and I wouldn't go behind your back. Cross my heart."

He put his hand over the older man's as it touched his leg.

"We're boyfriends, right? You and me. Even when there's other sex on the side, we're still boyfriends, right?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Boyfriends," Gerry said.

He pulled the car into the drive. Andrea's car was not there. The street was quiet.

"Yeah. Boyfriends."

That sounded about right. Boys. Friends. Gerry turned to face Toby sitting expectantly opposite him.

"I'm a sad old pervert, Toby. You know that. A sad old pervert who spent his whole life making sure he never did what he wanted. Sitting in that fucking office at school and telling kids like you, guys like me to be good, to squash their dreams. Then you came along and kapow!"

Gerry looked away. Kapow!

"And now, little Toby, I know what I've been missing, thanks to you."

That sounded about right. And what Toby wanted to hear, he hoped. And it was all true. It was just something niggling away in the back of Gerry's mind. Something about Toby's clinginess, and how much Gerry had enjoyed violating the doctor, and all those other guys he'd never fucked...

So Toby wanted to be faithful. The politeness of the whole idea made him smile inside. For a kid who'd stick his cock into Gerry anytime, anywhere, and let the older man do the same, and who'd fucked the doctor with equal alacrity, faithfulness was a quaint, old fashioned idea. Naive. It seemed out of place given what they'd been doing these past few days, but it was kind and decent and praiseworthy. Gerry wanted to make the same pledge back to Toby, and yet he didn't want to, just as strongly. Why? The words struggled to compose themselves. Because....because...it's obvious you fucking cunt, Gerry thought. Because being faithful was the last thing Gerry wanted now that little Toby had opened the flood gates. Gerry wanted to make up for lost time and fuck anything with a pulse.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby smiled. They were boyfriends, and that was good enough for him. He didn't need to ask more follow-up questions - he was sure in his own mind what being boyfriends meant. Or maybe he just preferred not to ask questions because part of him knew there might be answers he wouldn't like. Answers he wasn't ready for. Answers that would break him, after all he'd suffered through to get to someone who could love and care for him even a little bit. He chose to stay in the mental space that let him believe he would be prioritized, and that he wouldn't be dumped back in the ghetto to fend for himself the moment the old man had a sexier and kinkier twink than him to keep his cock and his adrenaline up.

"I'm a sad young pervert," he pointed out, eyes gleaming, "so I guess we're meant for each other. And maybe... maybe together we can just be happy perverts. We can be anything we want to be. I never thought I could be anything, and now I can be your fucktoy and your boycunt, and I feel great about it."

Toby double checked that Andrea was still not home as they went inside and headed straight for the shower.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry listened to Toby in the shower. "I'm a sad young pervert," the kid had said. Is that what I've made you, the older man pondered. A pervert? Was it perverse to want to fuck like this? People fucked. It was the circle of life. There was no manual, no rules, no real limits besides what you liked and disliked. The law said there was an age of consent, but Toby was 18. The law said teachers don't fuck their students. That was a problem, but Toby was OK with it. Maybe no more fucking in the office, Gerry thought. Just to be careful.

There was Andrea, but she was fucking her colleagues. Which was good, Gerry thought. An equivalence of deviation, if that was the right way to look at it. So her colleagues weren't 18, but they weren't Andrea's age either. They were young men, fucking the boss for what? Preferment? Promotion? Pleasure? Who cares?

He stretched out on the double bed. Water splashed in the bathroom. Gerry imagined Toby making a mess like he did before, upsetting Andrea. Where was she? When would she be home? What would he say to her?

And then there was Doctor Victor Phetmang. Hmmm. How to explain what happened with the doctor? It was just some sort of depraved sexual tornado, a coincidence of opportunities and desires that just exploded into a fuck frenzy. Gerry smiled. A fuck frenzy. How he'd enjoyed himself, he and Toby violating the doctor together. Whatever happened next, the doctor would always remember today.

And so would Gerry. The day he and Toby had fucked another guy. The day Toby had said he'd fuck anyone Gerry wanted so long as they were boyfriends. Hmmm. The last day of the beginning perhaps. Or the first day of whatever came next.

 

[tamgreen]

A manic, out of control, insanely hedonistic weekend of fucking, and it still wasn't over. What a way to lose his virginity. Giving up his ass to the school guidance counsellor. Having an affair. Getting violated by a cop. And then fucking the doctor they went to for help. So much cum. And piss. Cum and piss everywhere. In his dreams, there was no end of cocks giving little Toby anything they had to offer. He'd heard the term "cum dumpster" before, and maybe that was what he was born to be. Eighteen and so inexperienced, naive, confused, used, but wanted. He was wanted, and he couldn't think about anything else. Only a few days deflowered, and already a committed slut.

He slept like a rock, after getting a long, cleansing shower, a good meal, and being cuddled up in bed with Daddy. Could every weekend be like this, or would they just go full blast until their world ended? Would they fly straight at the sun, lose their wings, and fall?

Did he care? Nah. Toby would keep flying as long as he could.

He might have slept away half of Sunday if the warm, pleasant pressure between his ass cheeks hadn't woken him. He moaned into the pillow. What was back there, teasing him? Gerry's fingers? His cock? His nose? His mouth? Toby was happy to invite anything, and, still with a bit of the heaviness of sleep clinging to him, he rolled partway onto his front to make his backside more accessible. Innate, instinctual offering. Slut to the core, whether thinking of it or not. His ass was throbbing, still tender from yesterday, but it had eased down to a gentler ache and a pleasant throb. A throb that reminded him how good it felt to have something up there inside him.

God, he was a born cock whore alright.

"That's nice, Daddy," he mumbled drowsily. "Feels better."

 

[ericrodman101]

Toby was sleeping beside him when Gerry woke. Neither man had dressed after showering, nor felt like eating. The day had been exhausting, physically and mentally, and sleep came easy.

The older man stirred. The house was silent. His wife had obviously not come home last night. Or if she had, she'd found her husband lying in bed with a naked teenage boy and said nothing. The thought of Andrea seeing him like that made his cock stir.

Toby snored softly. Gerry watched the boy's face deep in the pillow, his lean flank stretching along the bed, his long legs sliding down to where his feet curled under the sheet.

"All mine," he thought. "All fucking mine."

He was hard now. His cock emerged from the hair between his legs and rose gradually until it pointed not quite vertically. It is an amazing thing, he thought. A cock. A penis. Mightier than the sword! The old pun made him smile. He wondered about stroking himself to orgasm or waking the boy. Somehow he didn't want to touch himself, but just see what his mind could do, how hard he could make himself just thinking about it.

Or should he just shake Toby awake and open his mouth?

But the kid needed his rest. After yesterday. After the visit to Doctor Phetmang. After so much depravity. So much fucking.

And then there was the boy's ass, raw and sore after being raped by the policeman. Gerry sat up straight, his cock winding back towards the horizontal, trying not to wake the boy. Examine the ass, he thought. He pulled himself along the bed until he could kneel at the end. Toby's legs crossed at the ankles, so were wider apart at the thighs, exposing his asshole. Gerry reached out and touched it, his fingertips glancing against the puckered skin, the redness, the softness. How could something so beautiful and innocent and fresh be the portal to debauchery?

The boy stirred beneath Gerry's touch, adjusting his legs.

"That's nice Daddy," he murmured. "Feels better."

Daddy. Gerry's fingers coaxed the eighteen year old's ass open as his mind digested the word. Daddy. A Daddy who fucked his baby boy, his teen cock sucking whore. He sensed precum leaking from his cock and pushed a finger inside the boy a little deeper. Daddy, he thought, bending his head down, kissing the boy's buttocks, sliding his lips down the ass crack towards the red star and the dark hole at the center.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby hummed happily as the old man fingered him gently and soon brought his mouth into play, making out with his asshole. Gerry's obsession with his asshole made him feel like a million bucks. Even if he wasn't properly awake he'd be goddamn delighted to be rimmed right now, or even fucked. If a complete stranger walked in here and shoved their cock up his eighteen-year-old ass here and now on a Sunday morning when churches were full of people pretending to be good, he'd still be a happy camper, so long as they weren't nasty about it like that cop.

But this was Gerry. This was his Daddy. There was no one better. The man who was looking after him. Guiding him. Being his parents and his teachers and his lover all at once. It was just as right and as wrong as he wanted it to be.

"Daddyyyy," crooned sweetly, popping his bottom up a little more. He wanted to wake up this way every day.

"My... fucking... Daddy. Can I pretend it's for real?" he whispered, shivering as Gerry dug his face deeper into his cleft. "Can I pretend... you fuck me... with the same cock you made me with? So sick and wrong... and I know you like it that way."

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry pushed his face hard against Toby's asshole and probed with his tongue. The boy was still fresh after last night's shower, tasting of soap and lotion and man-musk. Toby was the first person Gerry had rimmed in his life, and the sheer depravity of connecting mouth to ass made the older man shiver. Why, oh why were tongues so fucking short? He stretched and squirmed, desperate for depth and connection. Tonguing an ass was the ultimate tease. A twelve inch tongue...now that would be something else.

Toby was speaking as he was rimmed, crooning 'Daddy'. Gerry could feel the kid shivering and adjusting thighs against the side of his head. 'Sick and wrong,' the kid was saying. "Mmmm," Gerry replied, breathing hard against the teen's ass, pushing as deep as he could, the tip of his tongue inside the rim, beyond the puckering, just tasting the boy's sweet, raw insides. If only Toby's ass was fit for fucking, Gerry thought, contemplating his own morning hardness, confirming it with his hand. If only...

And then the doorbell rang. Gerry hesitated for a moment. Who the fuck? He shrugged, then reached up with both hands to prise the boy's butt cheeks wider apart if that was possible, burying his face again, humming and tonguing and blowing. "Mmmmmm...."

It rang again. "Fuck! Should I answer the fucking doorbell, sweet cheeks?" Gerry asked, lifting his head clear of Toby's ass until he could see along the kid's neat back.

It rang a third time. Gerry sighed and rolled onto his back, grabbing for Toby's hand and guiding the teen to his cock. "Fuck, fuck, a thousand fucking times fuck!"

And a fourth. Gerry swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Don't go anywhere, slut!" Gerry smiled, leaned across the bed to Toby and planted a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Unless you want me to hunt you down and show you why Daddy wants his baby boy in this bed."

He reached for his robe and slipped it on loosely, without tying the front.

"It will be some fucking religious nut wanting to know why you're fucking your Daddy on a Sunday and not in church sucking off the priest. Back in a moment."

 

[tamgreen]

The old man's hungry tongue had Toby howling like a bitch in heat. They were certainly sharing a fantasy in that moment - the boy wanted that tongue all the way up, all the way through him, a never-ending tongue snaking so far up inside him it would reach his own tongue.

He gasped when the doorbell rang. Andrea, was his first thought - but why would she ring her own doorbell?

"Ugh - ignore it!" he groaned. "Keep going - I need you!"

But the bell kept ringing. Obviously something urgent. He huffed impatiently - a spoiled child at a party having to wait for his turn to get a piece of cake and unable to handle it. But Gerry's words made him grin again. He loved when the man let spill another out of control filthy fantasy.

"Daddy first... priests later," he purred, giving his ass a teasing wiggle. "If I don't burst into flames the moment I step inside a church."

Downstairs, a desperate, slightly disheveled young Thai man waited anxiously at the door, looking over his shoulder frequently and wondering whether anyone was watching him. Whether they'd know.

The door was opened, and Dr. Phetmang's face lit up. He wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow. There was already a noticeable bulge in his slim fitting slacks.

"Mr. Keller... please excuse me! Please, Mr. Keller, I could not wait. I will be late for work. I told them, family emergency. But it is your family. I am in great need - please, are you alone with your boy?"

He lifted a plastic bag, bulging with numerous tiny boxes.

"I brought gifts. All the Viagra sample packs I could get my hands on."

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry couldn't hide a broad smile. Mr Keller indeed. And why correct it? The mistaken identity might be useful. And what of the doctor arriving so soon, so early, so eager, so hard. And bearing gifts. He let his robe hang open to reveal to the doctor he was naked underneath. The gentle touch of the fabric sliding across his cock aroused him. Gerry felt his organ stir and saw the doctor's downcast eyes focusing on him. For a moment he wondered if he shouldn't just push the doctor down onto his knees and fuck his mouth here in the hall. The delicious idea caused him to swell a little further. But no, even with his cock sticking proudly through the gap in his robe, Gerry decided Toby had to be here, had to witness everything, had to fuck Dr Phetmang with him. They were a team.

"Gifts, doctor," he said, reaching out to take the bag of Viagra. "They will come in handy."

He leaned in to kiss the doctor.

"Yes, my boy is here. Alone. With me."

He held his face close. The doctor was sweating.

"I can see you like little Toby, doctor. You like what we did to you yesterday. Yes?"

The doctor nodded breathlessly. Gerry ran his hand down the doctor's shirt buttons and settled it on the bulge in his trousers, giving the cause of the bulge a light pinch. The thought of sucking the doctor was making Gerry's mouth dry, even as he kissed the Thai man again, his mouth lingering on the other man's lips.

"Shall I call little Toby downstairs?"

 

[tamgreen]

The doctor did very much want him to call little Toby downstairs. Upstairs, little Toby had gotten up to drink a couple of big glasses of water. Unable to follow orders, he didn't stay where Daddy left him, and instead crept to the door to listen, wanting to know if he would need to make himself scarce. But he recognized the voice of Dr. Phetmang. He tiptoed to the top of the stairs and peeked down in time to spy Gerry kissing the man and groping the front of his pants.

Not needing to be called, he started bounding down the stairs the moment Gerry suggested calling him, with all the enthusiasm of a puppy welcoming its owner home after a long absence. His cock led the way, bouncing eagerly in front of him and nearly dripping on the stairs.

"You're early!" he crowed, throwing himself into the Thai man's arms and echoing what his Daddy had just done, but with less grace - he kissed him sloppily, spearing his tongue in as if to taste the doctor's tonsils, and gave his cock bulge a hungry squeeze.

"God, you got here at just the right time! We just woke up, and Daddy was starting to eat me out. Feel my ass, Dr. Phetmang - it's still all wet."

He turned around to show off his backside to the doctor, and took the opportunity to lean on Gerry.

"Am I a bad boy for not staying put?" he asked the older man, catching one of his nipples between his teeth.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Is he a bad boy, doctor?"

Gerry held his arms around Toby, holding the boy up a little so his ass was on display. He watched the doctor's eyes survey the teen's body, slowly sinking down his back until stopping to focus on the neat round buttocks. Gerry dropped his arms and pulled open the boy's ass cheeks.

"He's still sore, doctor, from letting Daddy fuck his tight little boy hole. I think you need to examine him. Bend over for the doctor, kiddo, so he can take a closer look."

Gerry kissed Toby playfully before stepping back so that the teen bent at the waist in his arms.

"And you can suck Daddy while the doctor does his work. Just don't bite if the nasty doctor hurts you."

 

[tamgreen]

The doctor's growing lust was obvious as he watched Gerry put his boy on full display. The lewdness in the older man and the 18-year-old was driving him past the point of reason. It was an instant addiction for him. He knew he was already risking the job he'd just started, but somehow this was more important. As he stared down at that rosy little teenage asshole framed by his Daddy's fingers, he knew he was where he needed to be.

"What a bad boy," he exhaled shakily. "What a very naughty, bad boy. Letting yourself be treated this way by your Daddy? Let doctor look."

Toby moaned happily as he bent down to get face-to-face with Gerry's cock.

"Oh, I may be naughty, but I could never bite you, Daddy," he breathed right against the tip of the old man's cock before taking it into his mouth and letting inch after inch enter his warm mouth.

He moaned louder when he felt the fingers start to probe his ass, which was equally enjoyable and painful for him. He sucked Gerry harder before pulling off temporarily to speak to the doctor:

"You can use your tongue, Dr. Phetmang. It might be easier for me right now. Nice and wet. You wanna examine me with your tongue? The way Daddy does?"

The doctor panted heavily and looked up at Gerry for permission.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry held the boy's ass open for the doctor even as Toby sucked his cock. The doctor looked from asshole to Gerry's eyes and back again, looking for approval. Gerry nodded, slowly, staring into the Thai man's eyes, then licking his lips and nodding again.

"Little Toby wants your tongue in his asshole, doctor. And I want it there too if it makes my baby boy slut happy."

The doctor knelt on the hall rug and placed his hands on Toby's butt cheeks. Gerry pulled Toby apart even wider, sensing the boy's struggle transmitted to his own cock. Toby grunted, but he didn't loosen the grip of his lips on his daddy's organ. Then Doctor Phetmang leaned forward, tentatively, pursing his lips and expelling breath nervously, until Gerry watched the man's face lowering between Toby's ass cheeks. The moment the doctor's tongue glanced across the teen's hole and then slipped inside caused Toby to twitch and cough, all the while keeping Gerry's cock inside his mouth.

Gerry watched the doctor's head moving gently from side to side as he explored Toby orally, listening to first the Thai man, and then Toby groaning with pleasure. He pushed himself deeper into the boy until he felt the exhalation of breath on his torso. How the kid didn't gag Gerry couldn't understand, but Toby was a master even as Gerry just held his cock still, plugging the kid's mouth, imagining the blood-red cock head probing the dark recesses of the top of the throat like a snake in a burrow. The older man could sense his precum dribbling and dripping into the boy, draining into the stomach, imagining in his head how they might look on an ultrasound, the boy's little teenage mouth stretched wide and his daddy's fully erect cock filling the void. He closed his eyes for a moment to enhance the image in his brain, patting Toby gently on the cheek in appreciation.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby growled against Gerry's cock, savoring the mixed discomfort and pleasure that came with the doctor's oral exploration of his tender passage. A lot of his enjoyment was simply from the very concept of the medical professional they'd gone to for help with his injured backside actually getting hard for him and sticking his tongue up there. His hunger was rising, and he found himself better and better able to swallow down his Daddy's big cock while Dr. Phetmang made out with his ass.

Daddy's approval of his blowjob was the best part about it, though. He watched for every sign of what the old man liked and did more of it, until his throat couldn't handle it anymore. He eased off for a short time and caught his breath, stroking Gerry's shaft diligently as he did so.

"How's my ass, Doctor?" he panted. "Did you get a thorough examination?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Your ass is delicious," Doctor Phetmang said without hesitation. "Delicious."

The Thai man lowered his face again and continued to tongue the boy.

"Perhaps, doctor, you might recommend something to make the boy feel better. And his Daddy. Being deprived of the boy's ass is bad for Daddy's wellbeing."

Gerry listened to himself sounding so pompous. It almost felt like he was trying to distract himself from what Toby was doing with his cock.

"So bad in fact," Gerry continued, "that I might have to use your ass, doctor, if you know what I mean."

He looked down into Toby's eyes and nodded.

"You fuck the doctor's mouth, kiddo, while Daddy fucks his ass."

 

[tamgreen]

"Mmmm, yes, Daddy," Toby purred.

He straightened and got up on his tiptoes to kiss Gerry sloppily, swirling his tongue around and trading back and forth plenty of saliva before turning to do the same to Dr. Phetmang, sucking up the taste of his own ass. Having two men at the same time made him feel so slutty, and he loved feeling slutty. And he loved making the Thai doctor slutty.

"Thank you for being a spare cunt for my Daddy," he whispered, reaching around the man to slide a finger down into his cleft. "I want to make sure he's taken care of, even if I can't take care of him myself. You're nice and tight... and I'm gonna enjoy fucking your nice little mouth while I watch him stretch you open. Get down on your hands and knees like a good bitch."

As Dr. Phetmang obediently got himself into position, Toby grinned up at Gerry, thrilled to share this experience with him. He leaned over the doctor and spat on his smooth, round ass a few times before settling himself near the man's mouth and giving his cock a few strokes.

"Ready, Daddy? If he's gonna holler, I'll keep the noise down with my cock."

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry dragged the doctor round until he was facing away along the hall rug. The bed would have been more comfortable, but he was hard and Toby was already stroking his cock in preparation to fucking the Thai mans mouth. And Tobys dirty talk was so arousing the older man wanted to do nothing which might interrupt the filthy flow. Spare cunt indeed. For an instant Gerry pictured the phrase on a Tshirt and half resolved to have it printed even if the places it could be worn were so limited.

The doctor had a firm, narrow ass. Gerry pulled the mans legs wider until he could see the neatly clenched rosebud clearly. Another time Gerry might have rimmed the man, sucked and licked gently to arouse them both. But he was as hard as he’d been since yesterday morning and the tube of lube the doctor had brought with the viagra was lying on the floor by his hand. Toby was already prising open the doctors mouth with his cock, so Gerry grabbed the lube and splashed it everywhere, spraying the wall and Andreas hall rug.

”Lubing you up for Daddy, you filthy Asian slut,” Gerry said coarsely. Toby laughed.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby was elated to do this right here in the front hall, riding high on the thrill of spontaneity. If it hadn't been Sunday, he'd have looked forward to the possibility of some unsuspecting postal worker strolling up to drop off the mail, and hearing the filthy commotion of three men noisily fucking right behind the door.

Three men - practically three generations. Toby, just 18; Dr. Phetmang, who had to be in his late 20s at the very least, if he'd been through medical school; and Gerry Metzler, in his 50s, the patriarch, the Daddy, the alpha cock. Toby should have been lowest on the totem pole, and he liked being the cunt, the cum dumpster, but it was also a lot of fun to treat Dr. Phetmang like he enjoyed being treated.

"Filthy Asian slut," Toby chuckled, echoing his Daddy's words. "Filthy fucking little Asian cunt. Little fucktoy for Daddy to use when Daddy's best toy is all worn out. You got a cunt at both ends, don't you, Doc? Give me your mouth cunt and make it tight."

He held the doctor by the hair and pushed inside, choking the man at first, and then feeling him adjust, struggle, and swallow, trying so hard to be a good cunt, and still so new at it, like Toby had been only days ago. Toby gazed up at Gerry with an almost incongruous warm fondness, like a boy grateful to be bonding with his old man over a ballgame or some other normal dad-son bullshit that Toby had never had.

"Fuck him so good, Daddy, like I know you can."

 

[ericrodman101]

“The boy wants me to fuck you good,” Gerry said, watching Toby choke the doctor. The kid had the doctor by the hair, bunching it tightly in his hands, pulling the Thai man’s head round so that he could shove his teenage cock hard and deep. The doctor coughed, then gagged, spit and mucus spilling round Toby’s cock. The kid gazed back at his mentor, receiving Gerry’s approving smile and fucking the doctor’s mouth even more roughly.

Gerry fingered the doctor’s lubed asshole, pushing the digits in deep, twisting and turning them over, enjoying how the doctor flinched and squirmed to ease the discomfort, moaning around the cock in his mouth even as he coughed harder, struggling for breath and relief.

And then with his free hand Gerry pulled the doctor up onto his knees, then grabbed his cock and fed it firmly into the doctor’s asshole alongside his fingers, before pulling them back as his cock slid inside. With two free hands now he took hold of the doctor by the hips and pulled him onto the cock, thrusting hard until he bottomed. Dr Phetmang yelped in pain, so loudly Gerry jolted on his knees. Anyone standing outside the door would have heard the commotion even if they might not have immediately realised what was going on inside the house.

”You like that slut,” Gerry said, digging his nails into the doctor’s flanks. “You crave two cocks inside you, you filthy whore. He likes it, babyboy.”

 

[tamgreen]

Between a series of crass wet choking, gagging noises, the doctor managed to grunt a few weak uh-huh, uh-huhs, and Toby giggled with delight. He loved having a grown man at his mercy like this. It could become addicting, a voice at the back of his head told him. He wondered if they could make that priest thing happen. Were there teachers at school who could be reduced to begging for him?

Toby let Gerry drive the rhythm, gripping the Thai man's hips and using the man like a living fleshlight, and it had the same effect on Toby's end - every time Gerry pulled out, Dr. Phetmang would be driven onto the boy's cock, and vice versa. Toby knew the man was overwhelmed, just as he had been in his office, and in the little bathroom off the exam room. Overwhelmed, used, humiliated, and happier than he'd ever been.

"He loves it, Daddy - oh, he's drooling all over my cock!" Toby growled. "It's so nice to share a toy with you. Ohhh, Daddy... Daddy, I want to sit on his cute face! Can we turn him over? Can you spin him around and stay inside him?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Spin him around and stay inside? Is that even possible? But then, Gerry was keen to see Toby sitting on Dr Phetmang's face, and to sit on it himself.

"Hold on, kiddo. You too Doctor."

But try as he might, the doctor was too heavy or Gerry too weak, or both. He grasped the doctor's hips even tighter, pushed himself deep inside the doctor's ass, and with Toby tugging at the doctor's neck and shoulders, attempted the spit roasting. They fell about the floor laughing.

"On your back, doctor," Gerry said when he'd recovered. "The way you like to be fucked, yeah?"

"Yes, Mr Keller," Dr Phetmang said. "Fuck me while the boy sits on my face."

 

[tamgreen]

Toby laughed, giving Gerry a particularly smoldering smile when the doctor called him "Mr Keller" again. He wasn't sure if the doc was still under the impression that Gerry really was his dad, or if he just wanted to continue pretending, like Toby did. Either possibility was appealing.

As they sorted themselves out and Gerry lifted the man's ass to get access to it, Toby straddled Dr. Phetmang's face, teasing him for a short time and leaning in to kiss Gerry before finally settling back, plopping his backside down on the Thai man's already saliva-slick mouth. He felt a warm, slippery tongue probe at his tight hole and moaned, bearing down harder to get that tongue inside him. He started stroking his cock as he gazed into Gerry's flushed face.

"I love you, Daddy," he panted. "I can't wait 'til you can fuck me again. But I love watching you fuck your spare cunt. He's so well behaved, isn't he, Daddy? He's a real good slut."