Breaking Free [M/M] (closed for garajd)

"Looks like he is ready for you, Frank! Fuck that tight young ass!"

Everyone else gathered around as Frank began to plunge his long dick into Simon's not-so-virgin pussy; he was becoming quite the fuck-toy for Allen and his friends. As Frank continued his assault on Simon, the look on the faces of Allen, Charles, and James as they stood by and stroked their cocks . . . Simon is going to get another coating of hot cum when he finally squeezes Frank's sweet seed into his man cunt!!
 
When Frank speared his prodigious length into his tight hole, Simon roared like a beast, holding nothing back. His body trembled, and he was beginning to drip with sweat, clearing away a little of the cum that had dried on him earlier. It was almost as intense as the first time he'd taken a cock, and it was a challenge to force himself to relax. Still, this was pretty damned close to his idea of heaven.

"Ohhh fuck," he gasped. "I can practically feel you in my throat!"
 
As Simon took Frank's dick, the other three stepped up a bit closer; the combination of Frank's thrusts and Simon's cries of pure lust meant that there was going to be a new layer of cum on Simon very soon. The new mixture of Simon's body sweat and three loads of cum was going to be quite the mess on his body.

Frank's orgasm erupted first; the men all knew that after he had been fucked, Frank would not last long when he returned the favor to Simon. They were all ready when Frank bucked and emptied his load, the first spurt deep in Simon and the rest sprayed over his back; within a few moments, three more streams of hot cum began landing on the young man's skin.
 
Simon felt the flood of warmth inside him and moaned. He felt a deep sense of loss when the long dick left him, but was quelled by the splattering of heat as the rest of Frank's load landed on his back.

When the rest of the men started to jerk themselves over the edge, Simon rose up onto his knees, gasping for breath. Angling himself so that he could invite cum onto his front as well as his back, he grinned and shut his eyes, as if enjoying a nice hot shower.
 
As the weekend has progressed, it has become even more obvious how much Simon enjoys the submissive role; Allen is a bit concerned that this is not just a role, but a lifestyle that Simon enjoys. How will this work in a marriage to his lovely Alyssa who is quite shy and fairly submissive herself?

Once Simon's body has accepted the shower of cum, the men start their trek back to the cabin, the sun drying the cum on Simon's back and chest, adding to the coat that has been accumulating since arriving last night . . . and Simon seems to be reveling in the attention.

"Simon, I think Charles could use some help in the cabin getting the sandwiches out for lunch. Bring a beer for each of us out on the deck, and one for yourself if you like."

Allen, James, and Frank settle into the chairs on the deck, naked and drained of cum, at least for a while.
 
After a long walk, punctuated by fucking and being fucked, Simon was feeling near exhausted. Nonetheless, he was cheerful working in the kitchen with Charles to assemble sandwiches, enjoying serving the men. He carried four beers out to the deck and handed them around, opting not to take one for himself. Once he was sure they all had what they wanted, Simon enjoyed his own sandwich and then lay down on a towel, sunning himself, or perhaps just enjoying being seen. He reached up to toy with his nipples now and then, feeling very sexy despite his tiredness. Even when exhausted, he was determined to be a treat for the four men
 
Sitting on the deck, Allen and the group enjoyed the sandwiches and beer served by Simon; for some reason, Charles had always been the one of the four to handle the kitchen duties. He particularly enjoyed the duties this trip as he had a young naked assistant to help him, someone he could playfully tease as they prepared the lunch . . . an ass grab here and there, a tweaked nipple when Simon was occupied with a task . . .

As they enjoyed their lunch and the quiet scene around the lake, Allen was thinking about dinner and what to serve the group tonight. As he came to a decision, he went inside the cabin and placed a phone call then went into his room at the cabin for a Saturday afternoon nap; soon followed by the others.
 
Simon was relieved to see that naptime was in order - he sorely needed it himself. He waited until all four men had retired to their separate rooms, just to make sure they didn't need or want anything from him, and then he grabbed a pillow and curled up on the padded table in the middle of the living room.
 
Allen came down from his room a little after 3:00, wearing shorts and a knit shirt. Shaking Simon by the shoulder to wake him, "Wake up, Simon. I called a friend of mine who owns a mobile grill. He is coming about 4:00 to fix steaks for dinner. Get dressed . . . at least shorts and a shirt. You can help me get the deck set up for dinner. The others will be down soon."

After the others came down, dressed similar to Allen, they all grabbed another beer and joined Allen and Simon on the deck until the grill arrived. After a meal of steak, potatoes, and ice cream, the gentlemen settled into comfortable chairs until, one by one, they began to retire to their rooms.

At last, Simon and Allen were the only two remaining in the sitting area. "Simon, I believe everyone is pretty well worn out tonight. If you like, you can sleep with me. Tomorrow morning, everyone will want to grab a shower before heading back to town. You are free to join any or all in the shower."
 
It was strange wearing clothes after the weekend of uninhibited nudity, but it was worth it for the delicious and satisfying steak dinner. He took his time eating his ice cream, savouring the tranquil evening.

As the other men headed off to bed, Simon cuddled up close to Allen. Having the attention of four men for a weekend had been bliss, but there was something special about his time alone with Mr. Dalton that no one and nothing else could replace.

"I'd love to sleep with you," he agreed. "I'm not going to get many other chances, I imagine."

He shed his clothes and followed Allen to his room, crawling in next to him.
 
Allen smiled at Simon's last comment; there were still some things that Simon needed to discover about his in-law family. After crawling into bed, Allen held the sheet up as Simon slid in next to him, Simon's back to his chest.

It took only a few moments until Allen's mature shaft found its way to the well defined crevice between Simon's cheeks . . . and began to stiffen. Sliding his hand around Simon, Allen began to play with the young man's nipples, feeling them harden under his sensitive touch . . . and feeling Simon push back against him and grind his butt against the growing cock.
 
Simon smiled in the dark as he felt Mr. Dalton harden against him. It was a completely natural instinct to press his ass back against that stiffening flesh. He moaned softly as Allen's talented fingers toyed with his sensitive nipples.

"You turn me on so fucking much," he whispered, continuing to slowly grind on him. "Do you know how sexy you are to me? I'm totally yours. I'll always be ready 24/7 for your dick, always hungry for your cum. You've shown me such an incredible time this weekend - I love having so many cocks hard for me. But I'd be happy the rest of my life to just have yours."
 
Listening to Simon whispering in the bed, Allen was soon totally erect and aroused. Not saying a word, Allen rolled Simon onto his stomach, then crawled down the bed and between the young man's thighs; using his hands, he lifted Simon to his knees and pressed the head of his cock against Simon's tight man pussy. Dripping saliva onto his fingers, Allen coated the head of his cock and pressed forward, popping thru the tight muscle and slowly entering his soon to be son-in-law.

He heard Simon gasp, in pleasure, as he thrust slowly into Simon . . .
 
The only sounds in the dark room now were their heavy breathing and the soft, intimate noises of flesh on flesh. Simon lay with his cheek pressed against the pillow, and his ass up in the air, happy as he had ever been in his life as Allen's big dad cock pressed authoritatively into him, invading his tight channel, lubricated only with saliva. Simon wanted to cry out, but it seemed irreverent here in the dark and quiet. The quiet also made it seem more taboo somehow, as if they were sneaking a fuck and didn't want anyone else to overhear. Simon imagined his own dad was in the next room, and it was such a turn-on knowing what they were getting away with.

"Give it to me hard, sir," Simon panted. "Make me yours."
 
"You are already mine Simon . . . you belong to me and my family."

A few more thrusts into Simon and Allen was reaching the peak of this interlude . . . arching his back for one final thrust and his hot seed streamed deep in Simon . . . filling the young man and fulfilling their agreement. Simon did, indeed, belong to the Dalton family!!
 
The deep satisfaction of belonging was every bit as satisfying as the flood of warm cum shooting into him, filling him up. Simon whimpered into the pillow, pressing his ass up to force Mr. Dalton's cock even deeper into him, if it were possible.

He reached a hand back to grab Allen's hip, trying to keep him close, not wanting to lose that perfect sensation of being filled. He rolled both of them onto their sides so that he was being spooned, with Allen still inside him.
 
Waking up early on Sunday morning, Allen took a quick shower and started the coffee before returning to his room and rousing Simon from a deep sleep.

"Time to get up Simon. You can use the shower and get ready to head back into town. The others will be getting up soon and they will want a quick shower before they head home. I'm pretty sure they have enjoyed the weekend, but need to get home before the new work week starts."
 
Simon awoke reluctantly with a deep yawn. He felt sore all over from many 'workouts' this weekend, but he was also very filthy, and a shower would be refreshing, as well as sexy. With a smile he peeled himself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, waiting in the shower stall. He would wait there for each of the three men, intending to shower with each of them and give them one last chance for playtime before the weekend had to end.
 
The men soon started making their way to the shower . . . Charles, James, and finally Frank.

Charles smiled as he came into the shower, finding Simon waiting in the cascading water; stepping into the shower, Charles' soft dick began to show some life as Simon reached for the shower gel and started rubbing his chest and shoulders, Simon's fingers soon sliding down Charles belly and cupping his balls and cock . . .
 
Simon leaned in to press his wet, slippery body against Charles's, rubbing up against him as he slowly stroked him.

"I had so much fun this weekend," he said softly next to the man's ear. "But I'll never forget that you were my first fuck. The first cock to enter my ass. That will always make you and your cock special to me. Should we get a little dirty while we're getting clean?"
 
"It has been an exciting weekend, hasn't it, Simon. I think that having you next to me and soaping up my body will be quite enough for me this morning. I will think of this weekend often when I shower in the morning."

As Charles finished rinsing and stepping from the shower, James slipped in next to Simon, his fire plug of a cock already hard and 'begging' for attention.
 
Simon attentively and affectionately helped Charles wash and rinse off before James arrived, already hard.

"Hi Shorty," Simon greeted him, his tone flirtatious as his eyes raked over the stocky man's body. "I've had a lot of fun with that nice fat cock this weekend. Does this mean I get a little more time with it before we have to go?"

Grinning, he took hold of the short, thick organ as James stepped beneath the warm spray.
 
"Enjoy it, slut!" James said with a smile on his face. He knew how much Simon enjoyed sucking cock and how much he enjoyed being the 'slut' in the group.

Leaning back against the shower wall, James "Shorty" reached down and caressed his full balls as Simon dropped to his knees, ready to go after James' sparkplug cock . . . ready to spray one more load into Simon before the weekend ended.
 
"Fucking right I'll enjoy it!" Simon growled as he knelt in service of the glorious cock.

He stretched his jaw wide to accommodate the prodigious girth of the organ in front of him, and sucked for all he was worth, determined to give James something to remember even if it sent him home with a very sore jaw.
 
Leaning back, James looked down as how engorged cock was slowly swallowed by Simon. James was proud of his dick . . . yes, it was short (maybe 5 1/2" fully erect), but that was not an issue; as Simon could attest, it was so thick that many "suckers" (men and women) struggled to get their mouths around it. Those who did felt they had something to brag about after their successful efforts.

Once his cock was in Simon's mouth, James could feel Simon's fingers wrapped around his balls, caressing and squeezing them, coaxing that full load of hot seed into the shaft, ready to blast down Simon's throat. James wrapped his hands around the back of Simon's head and thrust his cock a bit deeper, feeling Simon's tongue snake out and flick across his balls. That little trick, and another squeeze of his balls and James was ready to explode.

"Now, Simon!! Now!! Show we what a cocksucker you are!!"
 
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