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

All eyes on Frank as he plunged furiously into Simon, his breathing indicating that he was ready to unleash a hot load into Simon's man pussy. One more thrust and his right hand came up . . . thumbs up.

James nodded and his cock let go of his load, flooding Simon's throat and dripping down his chin. Charles gripped his cock in one last jerk and started spraying his cum on Simon's cheek, the seed running down Simon's face to join the trail of Shorty's dripping from his chin.

Allen pulled in close to Simon and aimed the first blast from his cock at Simon's nipples, then lifted his cock and allowed the last few spasms to land on Simon's back, before smearing his cock head over Simon's back.

As his orgasm subsided, Frank pulled out of the flooded pussy in front of him and wiped his cock head off on Simon's ass.

Everyone watched as Simon was pelted with cum from all angles . . . noticing that Simon's hard cock was dripping precum on the cushion below him. Allen looked around,"Who wants to milk our young stud and help him release that load he is building up?"
 
If Frank had fucked him much longer, Simon might have cum untouched. The thrill of it was almost too much. Once all four men filled and covered him in their hot seed, Simon moaned and sank down, rolling onto his side and turning his head to look up at the foursome with a huge grin, his lips, chin, and cheeks glistening with cum, and tear trails cutting through the mess. He looked absolutely drunk on cum, and still uncontrollably horny.

He lifted his hands to smear Allen's cum around, pinching, twisting, and teasing his nipples as his swollen young cock continued to twitch and ooze precum, begging for release.

"Please," he sighed, squirming in blissful torment. "I need to cum so bad!"
 
Allen looked around, Simon now on his back on the cushioned table, "Go for it, Frank . . . give the slut what he needs."

With a smile, Frank reached in and with a firm hand, wrapped his fingers around Simon's throbbing dick; James joined the 'fun' by gently squeezing Simon's balls. It took all of about one minute before Simon was spraying his own cum onto his belly and chest. The four men stood back and looked down at the cum-splattered Simon . . . still dripping from his chin and leaking from his man-pussy.

"You need to understand, Simon, that you will not be allowed to shower until just before we leave Sunday morning for the drive home. You may now go wash your hands and help Charles get the sandwiches ready for the group. After we eat and relax a bit, I will give you the instructions for the rest of the evening and tonight."
 
"Yes sir," Simon panted, still twitching and shivering in the throes of his orgasm. He smiled around the room, practically relieved he wouldn't have to wash this glorious mess off of him for a while. He was more than pleased to be an obedient cum receptacle for four horny older men. It had taken him very little time to become an addict, and the more cum he got, the more he would crave. And it thrilled him even more to think of how utterly horrified his father would be if he had the faintest idea what was going on here.

He peeled himself up off of the padded table and accompanied Charles to the kitchen, walking slightly bow-legged as his freshly fucked ass ached, and cum dribbled down his thighs. He had a dreamy, contented look on his face the entire time he helped to make sandwiches, looking forward to sustaining all of these men for more fun ahead. He seemed reluctant to even relax when mealtime arrived, eager to make sure all the men had the sandwiches they wanted, as well as drinks.
 
After enjoying sandwiches and drinks, dark was beginning to settle over the cabin and lake area. "Simon, you will find a supply of towels in the bathroom closet. Please make sure that the couch and chairs in the sitting area are all covered. I think we all just need to relax a bit until 9:30 or so."

After Simon had followed the direction, the four men scattered among the couch and chairs; Allen flipped on the TV and found a game to watch a few minutes before changing the channel to a porn channel and finding a gay movie for the group to 'enjoy' before going to bed.

"Simon, I an sure you are curious about the sleeping arrangements here at the cabin. There are two bedrooms on the main floor which Charles and I will use. James and Frank will occupy the two on the upper floor. You, our young slut, are the odd-man out. There is no bedroom for you. Thus, you will have to find someplace to sleep. You have a couple of options. One, you can sleep on your cum-covered cushion the table here. Or, you may select a room and upon entering, request to sleep with the occupant, after ascertaining if there is anything that gentlemen requests of you. He may allow you to sleep, or make a request of you, and let you stay . . . or sent you back in search of another room."
 
"I understand, Mr. Dalton," Simon agreed, intrigued by the arrangement. "Thank you, sir."

He sat on what he'd started to think of as the 'sex table' as he watched the four men retreat to their respective rooms, and thought about his options. He was sure he'd enjoy a night with any of them, but what did he want most?

Mr. Dalton, of course. He wanted his girlfriend's dad all day, every day. But he was also very tempted by Charles, who of all of the men had been the most affectionate, at least on the day of his first fuck. Charles might be the most likely to kiss and hold him, and he was feeling much in the mood for that, even if he knew his role here was to serve, not be served.

Simon soon made his choice, and tiptoed into Allen Dalton's room, approaching the side of the bed and wondering if he'd be welcome to sleep next to him as Marilyn usually did.

"What can I do to please you, Mr. Dalton?" he whispered in the darkness.
 
"I know you need some sleep, Simon, so here is what I would like you to do. Go retrieve your phone and set an alarm to go off in 1 hour. Once the alarm goes off, you will wake me with your mouth on my cock. Once I have had an orgasm, you will move on . . . either to the table or another room. I will be waiting for your return and may be asleep by the time you get back. I am trusting you to follow these instructions."

With that, Allen lay back down on the bed and began to doze off . . . knowing that Simon would undoubtedly follow his instructions completely!!
 
Simon hurried back to the sitting room and set the one-hour alarm before curling up on the padded table. He didn't think it would be possible to rest right now, but his body had been worked hard, and he managed to doze off.

Once the alarm sounded, Simon quickly jerked awake and hurried back to Mr. Dalton's room. He crept in as silently as he could, and lifted Allen's covers, slipping beneath until he could feel the warmth of the man's body. He searched with his mouth, and soon he was licking the man from balls to glans. Then, he sealed his lips around Allen's cock and began to suck.
 
Allen, too, had managed to all asleep, surprisingly, a deep sleep; he wasn't sure how long Simon had been orally teasing his cock when he awakened to the most pleasant sensations of Simon's mouth. He groaned noticeably, making Simon aware of his pleasure, and rolled onto his back, allowing Simon full access. As all men were probably doing for the weekend, Allen was sleeping in the nude, soon feeling Simon's fingers reaching for his nipples and giving them a gentle tweak and caress.

Simon's other hand was on his balls as his cock grew harder in his future son-in-law's mouth. Giving Simon a bit more time to bring him to a full erection, Allen touched Simon on the shoulder, "Simon, I know you have been wanting this, so maybe now is the time for you to be fucked by me. Would you like that?"
 
Simon moaned at the words, his whole body rising in pleasure at the suggestion. He slowly pulled off of Allen's cock, gasping.

"Yes sir!" he agreed heartily, his pulse thrumming rapidly. "Oh god yes, Mr. Dalton, I'd like that more than anything else in the world. How do you want it, sir? Just tell me what to do."
 
Slowly sitting up on the bed, Allen looked into the eyes of Simon . . . the lust was unmistakable . . . Simon was ready!! "Let's go to the other room; it will be more comfortable than on the bed here."

Watching Simon hurry to the living room of the cabin and crawl onto the cushioned table that was his 'place' for the weekend, Allen slowly stroked his cock and followed Simon. The saliva from Simon had sufficiently lubricated Allen's cock (along with the pre cum now leaking from the head).

Stepping up beside Simon, now on all fours on the table, Allen stroked Simon's hard cock, gathering Simon's pre cum on his fingers. He smeared the pre cum on Simon's man cunt and took his position behind the young man. No verbal warning to Simon, Allen pressed his cock head to the tight opening and thrust forward, breaking thru with that one swift thrust.

His hands still tight on Simon's hips, Allen began thrusting slowing into his future son-in-law's man cunt . . . further claiming the young man for himself, as well as for his daughter.
 
Finally!

Simon couldn't get to the sex table fast enough, but he barely had a chance to brace himself or savour the moment before the sublime yet unforgiving dadcock was spearing into his tight hole.

"FUCK!" he burst out.

The older man's dick felt the size of a baseball bat after Frank's much skinnier model, and it seemed to be tearing him apart.

"Ohfuckohfuck...."

Simon panted hard, instinctively tensing up against the pain at first, but before long he was able to pull his scattered brain back together enough to concentrate on relaxing. He felt the warm, fatherly hands on his hips, holding him firmly, claiming him, and started to moan as the edge melted off of the pain, and he was able to focus on the sweet satisfaction of being filled by the cock he wanted most, the cock he'd been dreaming of every waking hour since the day Mr. Dalton had ordered him to strip in his office.

"Ohhh I'm so yours, sir," he groaned. "I want to be so full of your cum. The same cum you fucked into your wife to make Alyssa."
 
Allen thought he heard a couple of doors open and close as Simon cried out at the initial thrust into his still tight man cunt. Slowly, Simon gained control of his emotions and began to accept the steady thrusts of Allen. Soon, his cries of pain became moans of aroused acceptance, as if begging to be flooded by Mr. Dalton's hot seed.

Allen recognizes the difference between fucking his wife's warm, wet pussy . . . and the ass of a still young man . . . but eventually the result is the same. At some moment, there is the realization that the next thrust will result in a explosive blast of seed from his cock into a receptive pussy of ass . . . and that feels incredible, no matter which it might be.

Leaning down over Simon, "Now, Simon, nowwww. I'm going to cum in your tight pussy. Squeeze me tight and keep me in there as long as possible." Allen arched his back, launching his cock deeper with one last thrust and a blast of hot sperm projected into Simon's tight pussy.
 
Simon's moans grew out of control. Sweat was dripping off of him from the effort of taking Mr. Dalton's huge cock. His own organ was dripping steadily, but he wasn't thinking of his own release at all - he was primed for Allen's conclusion.

As he felt the final thrust, he cried out and shoved his ass back hard against Mr. Dalton, trying to force him even deeper as his insides flooded with glorious heat. He squeezed as tight as he could, milking Allen's cock for all he was worth, clamping down on him as if he never intended to let him go. His arms gave way, and his cheek ended up pressed against the cushion beneath him. His body had mostly lost its strength, but his ass remained stuck up in the air and holding onto Mr. Dalton as he panted, a huge, intoxicated grin on his face.
 
Once Allen had climaxed . . . and fired his load deep in Simon . . . he held on to Simon's hips while Simon did as he was told, and gripped Allen's cock deep in his pussy. Allen would guess, and probably be right, that Simon was ready to explode himself.

Gently pulling his cock from Simon's still throbbing cunt, he rubbed Simon's back and said, "Take your time and catch your breath, Simon. I will be back in my bed. When you are ready, come back up to my room and release yourself all over my cock and clean me up. Then you can crawl in my bed and spend the night with me."
 
Simon whimpered when he felt Mr. Dalton's cock leave him, but the hand on his back was comforting. He rolled onto his side and curled up, nursing the pleasant but very strong throbbing ache all the way up his backside.

"Thank you," he sighed. "Thank you."

After Allen had gone, he lay there for a few minutes, just letting his body settle, and savouring the sensations. Before too long he felt like a bit of strength had returned to his legs, and with his second cum load of the night up his ass, he hobbled awkwardly back to Allen's room.

He was quiet and careful as he peeled back Mr. Dalton's covers and knelt next to him, jerking himself hard and fast. It took very little time to release his load all over the cock that had just been up his ass, and he did not hesitate to lean down and lick up every trace of his mess.

The pleasant task done, Simon stretched out next to Mr. Dalton, tucking himself up close to the man's warm body and feeling more contented than he had ever been in his life.
 
Allen retreated to his room, noticing an approving 'thumbs-up' from Charles standing in his open door, and sprawled across his bed, knowing that Simon would be arriving soon. Allen closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep, only to be interrupted by the movement of the mattress when Simon crawled onto the bed and knelt on his knees beside Allen.

Rolling onto his back, Allen looked up at Simon; as the your man reached for his cock to stroke his built-up load onto his mentor's cock, Allen cupped Simon's balls in his hand and caressed them gently as Simon began to stroke and moan . . . his release was quick and impressive, stream after stream of hot, thick cum coating Mr. Dalton's flaccid cock, still spent after the intense fucking of young Simon.

The flood of hot cum on his cock, the streaming of it onto his balls and thighs . . . always brought his cock back to a state of semi-arousal . . . and then, Simon bent over and with tongue and lips doing their job, cleaning every drop of Simon's cum from his body. It always amazed Allen how much Simon enjoyed licking his own cum from Allen's body.

Once the 'clean-up' was complete, Mr. Dalton turned on his side and felt Simon curl up next to him, Simon's back against his chest . . . and Allen's soft cock finding a niche in Simon's tender ass to fit against. What a night!! What a fucking night!!
 
Lying there with Mr. Dalton's strong body curled around him, as if to both claim and protect, was the perfect place to be. Simon had never slept next to anyone before, and sleeping with Alan, with the older man's comfortable cock tucked against his cleft, was better than he'd hoped it could be. He stayed awake as long as possible, but after the workouts he'd gotten today, he couldn't last long. He drifted off, tucked in Allen's full-body embrace.

* * * * *

Simon awoke in unfamiliar surroundings, and it took him a sleepy minute to remember where he was. He could feel the warmth of Mr. Dalton's body against him, and grinned, particularly as he felt what was pressed against his ass, warm and hard. He had to pee, but he could wait for now. He didn't want his body to be apart from Allen's quite yet.
 
Allen felt Simon stir a few hours later. Checking the time, he knew that James would be waking soon and prepping breakfast for the group. Kissing Simon on the back of the neck to get his attention, "Simon, James will be preparing breakfast for the group. Why don't you do up to his room and see what it will take to wake him; then you can assist him as he gets the breakfast going for the group."

Sliding his hand around Simon and down his torso, he gave the young man a quick caress of his cock, enough to get his attention if he might still be trying to wake.
 
The kiss on the back of his neck made Simon shiver and squirm with pleasure, and then he moaned when he felt Mr. Dalton's hand wrap around his cock.

"Yes sir," he sighed, turning over and grinning at Allen. He couldn't resist squeezing close and pressing his cock against Mr. Dalton's, wriggling against him a little before dragging himself out of bed and stretching. He was sore and had yesterday's cum crusted all over him, but he considered himself lucky and couldn't wait to see what today would bring.

After enjoying his morning piss, Simon slipped up the stairs and found James's bedroom. He could make out the shape of the stocky man in bed, and carefully crawled up next to him. He nuzzled his nose and cheek against the unmistakable 'morning wood' bulge before slinging one leg across him and nestling the thick bulge beneath the sheet against the cleft of his ass, slowly grinding.

"Good morning," he said softly.
 
James' alarm had not gone off yet, just a few minutes away before he would get up and start the coffee. Breakfast was a very simple affair at the cabin . . . coffee, juice, and assorted donuts and sweet rolls. The coffee pot was on a timer, but still, James was tasked with making sure that the timer functioned.

As James felt the movement of a body in his bed, he quickly recognized the voice Simon, "Good morning", and felt his morning cock being ground against . . . Simon's ass. "So are you my wake up call, Simon?" Waiting for Simon's response, James "Shorty" reached his arm around the young slut and played a bit with his nipples before sliding his hand down Simon's chest and grabbed ahold of a stiff cock, just as Allen had done in the other bedroom.

A quick gasp from Simon told James all he needed to know; Simon was hard and probably would cum quickly if James chose to tease him a bit more intensely. "On your knees, Simon. Let me see that young cock of yours." As Simon assumed the position on his knees, James reached under the young slut's cock and grasped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, at the same time sliding his mouth down Simon's hard cock.

"OK, Simon, just like last night. Shoot that big load of yours on my cock and belly; then lick if off and drain my balls. Then we can check on the coffee."
 
"Mmmm," Simon moaned at the sensation of the warm mouth around him. "That feels soooo good."

He had gotten so accustomed to being more on the giving end of this treatment than the receiving end that it was an unexpected luxury to be sucked. Although he felt all sorts of aches from yesterday's vigorous recreation, he had no problem cumming pretty quickly. In a few minutes he'd made a wonderful mess all over James and dove down to lick and suck it all up.

He gave James's short, thick instrument plenty of focused attention, sucking as much as he could, and licking when he couldn't, massaging the man's balls as he did so.
 
After sucking on Simon's stiff young cock for a while, James lay back on the bed and opened his body for Simon to pleasure. As Simon began to stroke his magnificent cock, James caressed and gently squeezed Simon's balls until that familiar gasp from Simon and his cum began to splatter on James' belly and his shaft, dripping onto his balls.

As his cock began to lose its hardness, Simon leaned over and began to lick the warm cum from James' belly . . . trailing his tongue downward, licking some cum from James' balls, finally licking up and down James' hard cock . . . then, to James' total pleasure, sliding his mouth down the erect cock until James' cock head was probing Simon's throat.

With all the foreplay, and with Simon's increasing expertise at cock-sucking, James exploded deep in Simon's throat with a blast of hot cum. James could see that Simon was doing his best to swallow the entire load; what little amount that dribbled from his lips was quickly lapped up and added to Simon's early morning feast.

"Well done, Simon!! I can see why Allen is so proud of you."
 
Simon was as happy as a little boy in a candy shop as James filled his mouth and throat. He gave the man a contented and proud grin as he licked his lips, and then used his finger to scoop up what had dripped down his chin, taking his time to suck every trace of it from his finger.

"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I do hope I make Mr. Dalton proud! Can I do anything else for you before we go take care of breakfast?"
 
James looked down at the smile on Simon's face as he licked the last drop of cum from his finger, "I think we need to get to the coffee and donuts. Shouldn't take us too long before we have 3 more naked bodies looking for their morning jolt of coffee."

Sure enough, not ten minutes later, Frank, Charles, and Allen came in from their bedrooms, looking for coffee more than anything else. Everyone's eyes were on Simon, checking to see just how much dried cum was still coating the your slut's body . . . anticipating another layer to be added today and tonight.

As the men stood around the small kitchen drinking coffee, Allen noticed that Simon continued to look around the room, eyeing the four mature dicks unencumbered by clothing. "See something you like, Simon?"
 
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