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

Simon's body melted into Allen's, and he moaned as the kisses and teasing of his nipples sent electric bolts of pleasure all over him.

"I've always got more for you, sir," he sighed. "God, you make me feel so good. I know where I want to cum, because I know it's what you like. I want to cum all over your cock and lick it off, sir. But do we need to rush? I love what you're doing right now..."
 
"I think we have a little time before we have to get dressed."

Taking time to remove his shirt so that they are both completely naked, Allen resumes kissing Simon's neck and playing with his nipples as Simon squirms back against him, causing Allen's cock to stiffen and press into Simon's ass crack. Allen slides one hand down his young slut's torso, running his hands slowly thru the pubic hair before grasping Simon's now hard cock in his hand. Simon's moans are all the signal that Allen needs to know that Simon is not only fully erect, but totally aroused.

Before giving himself over to Simon, Allen slides his other hand down between the two of them and gently teases the tight rosebud of Simon's man pussy . . . slowly jerking Simon's cock as the two men press their bodies together . . . both breathing harder as Simon let's all his emotions go . . ."Whenever you are ready, Simon . . . unload your hot cum on my cock!"
 
"Ohhhh fuck," Simon moaned as he felt Mr. Dalton's naked torso against him, the older man's cock teasing his tender backside. This man was pushing so many buttons, increasing his pleasure over and over, and making him hungry for more. He longed to feel Mr. Dalton's cock inside him, but he would let Allen decide when was the right time. The anticipation, the teasing, was part of the pleasure.

He gasped and shivered when he felt Allen's fingers tease his little hole, and nearly came right then. He wasn't sure how he remained standing at this point - his legs felt weak, and it seemed his entire being existed exactly where Mr. Dalton's hands were.

He held out as long as he could, trying to delay the conclusion, savouring every touch, every kiss, every breath, every moment. When he couldn't wait anymore, he turned around and draped an arm around Allen's neck, breathing hotly against his stubbly cheek as he let go, groaning in the intensity of his release. His young body writhed and spasmed as he coated Mr. Dalton's cock and balls with a fresh, thick load, and then let his weak legs give way, sinking to his knees, his hands sliding down Allen's perspiring flesh all the way down.

Almost worshipfully, Simon gathered up his own cum drop by drop with lips and tongue, taking plenty of time to caress Mr. Dalton's cock and balls with his mouth, now and then dropping little kisses along his shaft, his sac, and his inner thighs.
 
"Absolutely amazing, Simon. I love the feel of your hot cum on my cock and balls . . . and then when you lick every drop off with your tongue takes me to a new level of arousal . . . as you can probably tell."

Beginning to stroke his cock, now coated with Simon's saliva, Allen was building up to another orgasm of his own. Approaching his own release, "Lean back, Simon. I want you to take this one on your tits and tease your nipples with my cum."
 
Simon smiled indulgently, remaining on his knees and leaning back a little, drinking in the sight of Mr. Dalton jerking himself off. He would never tire of this, he was certain.

"Fuck, I love your cock, sir," he murmured, transfixed. "You know what I was thinking of when I came really hard? This cock, up my ass. I want you to fuck me so bad."

It wasn't long before Allen was shooting his load, and Simon stuck his chest out proudly to take all of it, after which he raised his hands to smear it about, particularly around his nipples, flicking his eyes up to meet Mr. Dalton's gaze firmly as massaged the man's cum into his skin, pinching, twisting, and flicking at his nipples, keeping them excited for the older man's amusement.
 
"Trust me, my little slut, you will have my cock in your man pussy in due time." Allen was making sure that Simon realized his position in this relationship, and as much as he wanted to fuck the young man, soon to be his son-in-law, he (Allen) would determine the time and place of that happening.

"Prepare the shower for us; we need to get ready for dinner."

As Simon hurried to adjust the shower temp and lay out the towels, Allen smiled, thinking to himself, "This is going to be an incredible addition to our family."


Stepping into the shower to join Simon, "Let me wash my cum off of your nipples."
 
Simon hurried to obey, happy every moment he got a chance to please Mr. Dalton. As the shower got up to temperature, he stood with his upper body free of the warm spray, giving Allen a chance at the mess that still covered him. He felt tingly and satisfied, but he certainly hoped the fun didn't have to be over yet.

"I'm in your hands, sir," he promised, hoping that Mr. Dalton would be cleaning him up not just with soap and cloth, but with his mouth. His nipples were flush and still excited.
 
Allen quickly joined Simon in the shower, observing the splatter of his cum on Simon's nipples and chest. Leaning over, he swirled his tongue around Simon's hard nipples, tasting his own cum.

"I think I like licking my cum off your nipples almost as I do off of Marilyn's; and I think she enjoys my tongue on her tits as much as you do. Maybe one of these days when you are feeling particularly daring, we can both cum all over her tits and lick it off together."

After licking Simon's breasts, Allen reached for body gel and. after pouring a big glob on his hand, knelt in front of Simon and started soaping and caress the young man's cock and balls, once more betting a reaction from Simon . . . (Ahh, to be young again, Allen thought to himself.)

After cleansing Simon thoroughly, including a soapy finger in his tight man pussy, Allen stood up, handed Simon the lotion . . ."Your turn, Simon. We better hurry here or Marilyn will come looking for us."
 
Allen's tongue working at his sensitive nipples was sending him to heaven, and it was a turn-on that even the uncomfortable suggestion involving Marilyn's tits couldn't spoil. He imagined having another man in here, licking his cock and balls as Allen sucked at his nips. Maybe one mouth on each, and a third at his cock... and a fourth at his ass?

Oh god! He was getting carried away, especially with that finger pressing inside him. His whole body was thrumming. He fought to catch his breath and bring himself back to earth as Mr. Dalton straightened and gave him instructions. He took the gel and diligently soaped up the older man, paying special attention to his cock.
 
Feeling Simon's fingers on his balls and dangling shaft, Allen knew that if he allowed it, Simon would bring him to another full erection . . . and they didn't have time for that. "As much as I would like to continue this, my dear Simon, we need to get dressed and head up to the dining room. I'm sure your young lady is home and we don't need her wondering why you are not paying attention to her."

Quickly getting dressed and heading back into his office, Allen pulls Simon close, "Simon, Marilyn and I are so happy that you will be our son-in-law and the father of our grandchildren."
 
Simon slipped on the much more appropriate clothes he'd brought along with him, having to stuff his still partially hard dick into his underpants. He smiled contentedly when Mr. Dalton pulled him close, embracing him in return and savouring the warmth and contact between their bodies, even with clothes in the way.

"Thank you, sir," he said softly, a bit of emotion coming through. "I'm so honoured to be a part of your family. I hope I can continue to make you proud."
 
Walking up to the dining room, Allen and Simon are greeted by Alyssa as she arrives home from work. Although Simon has one more year of school, she understands that she will probably be the main source of income until Simon graduates . . . and appears to be fine with that.

Alyssa greets everyone with a hug and kiss, although it seems like Allen may get a bit more intimate hug and kiss than does Simon. He brushes it off as the typical father-daughter closeness that exists in the Dalton family.

She runs up to change as Allen and Simon settle into the family room until Marilyn calls them for dinner. Dinner proceeds just like any other, catching up with each other's day, etc.

As Marilyn and Alyssa clear the table after dinner, Allen turns to Simon, "I spoke with your father earlier today and, with his permission, you are joining me up at our family cabin on the lake for a couple of days this weekend. He agreed that you and I should have the time to get closer to one another. We will leave Friday afternoon and return Sunday early afternoon."
 
Simon's expression brightened considerably. He could only imagine what Mr. Dalton must have in store for him, taking him on a special trip to the lake. His heart sped up, and it was a good thing his lower body was concealed by the table, because he was boning up in a hurry. He wouldn't want Alyssa to suspect what was really going on.

"That's very thoughtful of you, sir," he said, managing to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm delighted to have a chance to be closer, and I'm glad my father approves. As you know, he has very high standards. I'm sure he expects you'll continue to be a positive influence in my life."

He grinned, eyes glimmering with the thrill of it all, knowing that his dad obviously knew nothing about who Allen Dalton really was, and what sort of influence he was having.

"I'll start packing as soon as I get home. Let me know if there's anything special I should bring. I'm sure you've got some appropriate recreational activities in mind."
 
"I would request that you be wearing the special toy that I gave you a few days ago; other than that, I will take care of everything for the weekend.

While this is not a bachelor party, it is definitely one that Simon will remember for a long time.

After the ladies return from the kitchen, Marilyn and Allen head for their suite to enjoy some TV, leaving Simon and Alyssa alone in the family room.
 
Simon and Alyssa made small talk about work and school, briefly discussed how nice it was that Simon was fitting into the family so well, and then cuddled as they watched television. Simon's mind drifted, wondering what this weekend would bring. He was struggling to keep his arousal at bay, and eventually he suspected Alyssa might have noticed - she abruptly stood, and suggested it was time to call it a night.

Before he left, she gave him a demure kiss on the cheek, and thanked him for respecting her.

That night, he did some packing, including all of the new sexy underwear he'd bought, and then put his plug in before going to sleep. He saved his cum, suspecting Mr. Dalton would have plenty of uses for it.
 
After a wild fuck with Marilyn that night, Allen spent most of the day Friday making arrangements for the trip to the cabin with Simon; Marilyn constantly reminding him that she wanted a 'blow-by-blow' description of the weekend when he returned.

When Simon arrived at the Dalton's Friday afternoon, he found Charles and Allen waiting for him in the office. Charles greeted Simon with a hug that included a hand down Simon's ass confirming that the plug was in place. Simon's reaction was an indication of his already state of arousal that would not be abated until arriving at the cabin.

Marilyn came in to bid the campers a good-by. Allen and Frank got a passionate kiss from her, along with a slow rub of their cocks; she turned to Simon and pulled him close to her, whispering in his ear, "Make sure they treat you good."

Fortunately for Simon, it was only a 30-minute drive to the cabin. Upon arriving, Simon noticed another car parked in front of the cabin.

Allen turned to Simon in the back seat, "No worries about privacy here, Simon. Once you are out of the car, remove your clothes. We will probably be naked for most of the weekend, except for your sneakers or flip-flops when we are outside. James and Frank are waiting in the cabin for us. Go on in and get acquainted."
 
Simon was thrilled to find Charles there when he arrived, and gave him a particularly intimate hug as he felt the hand slip down to check his backside. He gave Mrs. Dalton a more demure hug, and a small kiss on the cheek after assuring her it was impossible it wouldn't be a fantastic weekend that he would enjoy every moment of.

He was sporting a full boner by the time they arrived, and when Simon realized there were more men here to join them, he felt himself pulse and twitch. He already had a little precum wetting his thigh.

"Oh my god... you are the best!" he crowed, reaching around the seat to give Mr. Dalton a partial embrace before bursting out of the car and throwing his clothes off. When he was down to nothing but flip-flops, he hurried up to the front door of the cabin, and let himself inside, looking eagerly for his new 'friends'.
 
Having heard the car pull up, James and Frank were waiting for the 'new boy' to make his way into the cabin. James and Frank were already naked when the Dalton car arrived; they knew what to expect from the weekend and had been told by Allen to expect the addition of a new 'cock' to the group . . . and that the two of them would have first chance to drain his balls when they arrived.

As soon as Simon entered the room, cock first, Frank and James quickly introduced themselves. Frank took one look at Simon, "According to Allen, you should be about ready to shoot. Right? In that case, grab ahold of your dick and jerk it off over our cocks. Then you can lick us both clean!"
 
Simon looked over the two naked men with awe and hunger, both of them so different, but very tempting in their own way. They were both around the same age as Allen and Charles - "dad-aged" to Simon - but James was shorter, and kind of stocky, with a very hairy chest and a fat cock, while Frank was very tall, and his cock was a lot like his body, long and slender.

"Very, very nice to meet you both," Simon replied, blushing and grinning as he obediently grabbed hold of his twitching cock. He briefly giggled from the nervousness and excitement of the situation. "Yeah, um... yeah, I'm very, very ready to shoot. A lot."

He stood close enough to feel the heat from their bodies, and all three cocks were practically touching. "Oh god, I can't wait to lick you both," he sighed as he jerked himself eagerly, alternately looking up at their faces, and down at their cocks. It took barely a minute to get himself to the bursting point, and with a moan, he let loose, spurting huge quantities of hot cum all over both.

Panting, he dropped to his knees and grabbed the base of each cock, lapping at them thirstily, going back and forth between them, painting them with his tongue and cleaning up all the cum he could get.
 
Allen and Charles took their time walking into the cabin, carrying the containers of food, etc. they had brought for the weekend. Stepping inside, they found what they expected . . . Simon on his knees greedily lapping his cum from James' and Frank's cocks.

Stepping around the threesome, Allen nodded to Charles . . . the two of them lifted a rather larger coffee table and placed it in the middle of the room and covered it with a large padded cushion that was made to fit the table.

Allen turned to the group, "OK, boys, it looks like young Simon has passed the first test. Now, Simon, on you hands and knees on the table." Everyone pretty much knew what was coming next, but waited until Allen gave the instructions.

"Shorty, in front. Let's see if Simon can handle that fireplug of a cock of yours. Pencil Dick, once Charles removes the plug, let's see that skinny dick of yours buried in this young man's tight pussy."
 
Still licking cum from his lips, Simon let go of the two new cocks he'd been getting orally acquainted with and scrambled up onto the padded table, panting and trembling with excitement. This was like a dream come true.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" he moaned, getting aroused all over again at the thought that he was about to get his first spit roast. He stuck his ass out and gasped as he felt the plug come out. He looked over his shoulder to grin at Charles and Frank behind him before turning around to face James's thick cock positioning itself in front of him.

"Thank you, sir, so much," he said to Mr. Dalton before opening wide to receive the 'fireplug' cock.
 
Allen wasn't quite sure . . . yet . . . how they were going to conclude this explosive beginning to the weekend, but dirty thoughts were beginning to circulate in his mind and he whispered something to Charles as the scene in front of him began to unfold.

As Simon took his position and Frank 'helped' the plug expel itself from young Simon's sweet pussy, Allen stepped back and surveyed the scene. Allen was quite sure that having been cum on and then licked by Simon that Frank's dick would easily penetrate Simon's pussy, but tossed him a container of lube just in case.

Charles helped Frank coat his long, thin cock with a thick layer of lube; Charles guided the head of the probing organ to Simon's tight opening and caressed Frank's swinging balls as he made his entrance . . . a long, firm thrust that buried his cock in one motion.

Charles, his own hard cock now in hand, stepped back to join Allen in seeing James "Shorty" approach Simon's mouth with his spark plug of a cock.
 
Simon let out a loud cry as he felt the long cock enter him all at once. Skinny though it was, he had only been fucked once before, and nothing had ever been this deep inside him. It was painful and incredible all at once, and he fought to relax his body to get accustomed to the penetration. Still, he hoped Frank was enjoying the tightness of his almost-virgin young hole.

After heaving a few deep breaths, Simon took the fat head of Shorty's cock into his mouth and sealed his lips around it. It was so big around, it felt like trying to fit a whole apple into his mouth. Almost immediately his eyes were watering and his jaw ached, but his perspiring brow furrowed with determination. He swirled his tongue around the delicious man flesh as the cock behind him began to pound.

Tears began to roll down his smooth cheeks, but there was nothing but pleasure, lust, and gratitude in his eyes.
 
Allen soon positioned himself on one side of Simon, Charles on the other; both slowly stroking their cocks . . . Simon had 4 older men around him, all with hard cocks. Frank, better known to this group as Pencil Dick, continued to thrust in and out of Simon's man-pussy, giving Simon a fucking that he had only dreamed about until now; definitely not as thick as Charles, but the extra length was an entirely new sensation to Simon. Shorty's thicker cock in his mouth was also a new feeling for him.

Allen looked at the other three men, "We're all waiting for you, Pencil. Simon is going to remember this for a long time. Just give us a thumbs up when you are ready to let go and we will do the same."
 
Simon moaned louder and louder, his bobbing cock beginning to drip precum as Frank's long instrument sawed against his prostate. Every noise he made was muffled by the prodigious flesh in his mouth, and drool ran down his chin to join the tears that still streamed. He felt like a hot mess, and hoped it would only get messier, with cocks on all sides of him now. He clutched the edge of the table hard and let the sensations overtake his eager young body.

He started to squeeze his ass muscles tight around the invading cock, at the same time as he sucked harder on the fat cock in his mouth, hoping to encourage their release. He was longing to have hot dad cum all over and all through him.
 
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