Matty: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/155058073428
Daniel: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110698156990
Bernard: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/149676375573
Hector: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/111344422626
The moon hung fat and full in the midnight sky over Crudo Cerdo Trailer Park, though it wasn't nearly as fat and full as I felt with Daniel's cock shoved deep in my guts.
To set the scene, I was bent over the back of Daniel's pickup truck, my knees knocking against the bumped, my elbows braced in the truck bed, my whole body lurching with each of Daniel's empathic thrusts. It was a warm night, and sweat dripped off my lightly furred chest, splashing against the black plastic beneath me, making it slippery and tough to stay upright.
"Fuck yeah, you little cockslut, take my fucking dick bitch!" my friend moaned from behind me, giving my ass a hard slap as he did so. I'm glad we had decided to fool around out here instead of heading inside. Daniel was in a loud mood and this for sure would've woke up his dad.
"You like this bitch?" he asked, grabbing my sweaty hair and pulling my head back far enough to bite my ear. I couldn't respond, I could only moan in reply. Each time his cock bumped my prostate I was overcome with sensation, the feelings emanating from my hole wiping any coherent thoughts from my brain. This was exactly the kind of situation that led me to Crudo Cerdo, though at least out here no one really cared what you did.
Daniel pushed me down, forcing my face flat against the dusty truck bed, redoubling his efforts and grunting loudly with each thrust. My soft sixpack was getting rubbed raw against the ridges of the truckbed, and I pushed my body up and my ass back to spare myself any pain.
"Fuck yeah, Matty, push that fat ass back on my cock. Such a fucking slut for cock." Daniel was being even more of a brutal fucker than usual, though I understood why. In the past few weeks of living at Crudo Cerdo, the two of us had settled into a pretty easy rhythm of fucking. We'd get up in the late morning. If I got up first, I'd rise from the cot I slept in on his floor and nurse his morning wood in my mouth until I was rewarded with a sleepy groan and a thick protein shake. If he got up first, he'd roll off his bed, squatting over my face and waking me up with a large sausage pressing against my lips. Not being a morning person, I didn't usually cum this early in the morning.
The two of us would spend the day lazing around the house, drinking beers, eating snacks, watching tv, playing video games. If Daniel got horny, he'd make it clear to me, usually by straddling me on the couch and pressing his stiffening cock into my face. After using my hole for half an hour or so, we'd go back to whatever we were doing, the only difference being the load I came on my belly, and the load he came in my belly. Without school to keep us busy or a gym to use, sex was becoming a pretty common leisure activity.
When Daniel's dad, Bernard, came home, he would cook dinner for us, usually butter-drenched steaks or half pound burgers or sloppy, messy ribs, as the three of us chatted about guy stuff. After that, Bernard would usually go out with his buds and Daniel would take his time to fuck another load into me. The two of us could be as load as we wanted, and this usually meant Daniel was bellowing obscenities at me while I moaned like a wanton bitch in heat.
Just like I was doing now. My grunts of pleasure would transform into high-pitched squeals as Daniel's thick cock rammed past my prostate. The two of us hadn't fucked in more than 24 hours, and the aggression had definitely built up inside him. Last night, Bernard had been too tired from work to go out with friends, and yelled at us to stop "banging around" when we had started. He had taken today off, and woke us both up with a homecooked breakfast, before leading us in chores for the rest of the day. And tonight, he had headed to bed early because he had to get up early the next morning, leaving the two of us blue balled beyond belief.
Despite the fact that we had eaten three hearty meals today (not counting the normal snacks and beer), at around midnight Daniel offered to drive us to iHop to get a midnight snack. I wasn't super hungry, but I placidly agreed, because it wasn't like I was doing anything more important. We scarfed down pancakes and got some bacon strips to go, which we parked along the side of the road to enjoy in the truck bed.
Munching the bacon and looking up at the stars, I wasn't surprised to feel Daniel's hand making its way up my thigh, and remained being unsurprised when he was balls deep inside me ten minutes later. Another twenty minutes after that and he was unloading a day's worth of cum deep inside my guts as I sprayed my load on the bumper of his car.
"If I was," he panted, "still horny, I'd make you lick that off, you little shit." His teeth gleamed as he grinned in the full moon light. "But then again, if I were still horny, I'd still be balls deep inside that fuck pussy," he said, ruffling my hair as he hopped inside the truck. I closed up the back, both of our sets of clothes still in the truck bed, and got in the passenger's seat.
"Better not spill any cum on my seat!" Daniel warned, putting the truck into gear.
"I won't! I'm still tight," I said, though Daniel laughed uproariously at that for some reason. Despite my confidence, I did struggle at clenching my hole shut on the bumpy road, and when we got back home I had to rub a tiny droplet of his sperm into the seat so he wouldn't notice. Maybe I was looser than I thought.
The next day started like a normal one. I woke up with Daniel's sweaty ballsack smacking me in the nose and instinctively opened by mouth before even opening my eyes, ready to handle his morning wood. I guzzled down his cum like I did every morning, appreciating the warm feeling as it slid down my throat and into my grumbling stomach.
Later on, as we tossed cheetos into eachother's mouths and bingewatched the newest season of Come West, Daniel told me to come over and sit on his cock. I stripped off my boxers and backed up onto his cock, the two of us watching tv as I leisurely rode him. Right when Joe was confronting Buck over sleeping with Curly, I felt a comfortable warmth spread through my guts.
I flopped back to lean against Daniel's sweaty, husky body, jerking off to completion with his cock still inside me. Since Bernard wouldn't be home for a few hours, I just let the cum cool on my skin, not bothering to get up and wash up.
I could feel Daniel firm up at points before softening once again, though we didn't get back to fucking. The two of us just lay there connected my our sex organs as we watched through the season finale. When we were done, Daniel suggested we go cool off in the nearby river, and I just threw my t-shirt over my dirty body, not caring much where the spots of cum showed through.
Daniel and I blew eachother as we bathed in the river, cumming down one another's throats so as to not create another mess. After, we just chilled on the shore, sunbathing naked for an hour or two, so by the time we headed back to the trailer, the sun was getting pretty low.
Bernard was almost ready with the steaks when he arrived. I wasn't used to eating red meat so often, but since Bernard worked as a butcher on a nearby farm, he got the cheap cuts for even cheaper. And he cooked them better than any I'd ever had before. If I was a chef at all, I would've loved to get the recipe.
As we sat around enjoying dinner, we chatted about our respective days. When we told him we had enjoyed the afternoon by the river, a look of mock-shock came over Bernard's face.
"Oh no! I hope you boys are ok! I heard there was a bear sighting by the river!" The two of us looked at eachother, wondering what he was playing at. We hadn't seen anything there.
"Yeah, a bear sighting," Bernard continued. "A couple of the men round here were leaving an afternoon fishing trip and they heard this terrible hullaballoo from upstream. When they got a closer look, they saw two massive bears humping eachother on the riverside. Glad you two boys weren't nearby! You coulda gotten hurt."
"Uh, yeah, that was a relief, dad," Daniel said, his eyes on his mashed potatoes.
"Yeah, we didn't see anything when we were there," I chimed in, my eyes equally entrapped by the food on my plate.
"Aw cmon boys, I know it was you two, I'm only messing." Daniel and I looked up at eachother, my surprised expression echoed on his face. "You think I didn't know? Can't keep secrets from this old man!" Bernard guffawed. "You didn't think I cared, did ya boys?"
"I'm sorry, sir," I said first. "My own parents don't like the fact that... I'm gay. I guess I'm kinda used to not telling if people don't ask first."
Bernard's expression turned stormy. "That's no way for a parent to act..." he growled. "Shame on them. But why didn't you tell me, son?"
"No reason, dad," Daniel looked a little bit sullen. "Just didn't want you to think I had a boyfriend or anything."
"Son, just cuz I messed up my early relationships, doesn't mean I'll think bad of you for dating at this age. At least you can't knock up Matty! Though I hear you've been trying pretty hard."
"Who'd you hear that from dad?"
"Oh, you know... Mr. Roberts, Mr. Davison, Hector caught you boys one time too. And of course, I heard it with my own ears. You boys think I don't hear your Sunday morning blowjobs or every night fuck sessions? The walls ain't that thin here, boys."
"I'm really sorry, sir," I said, blushing. "I didn't mean to keep you up."
"Oh, it's more Daniel than you. Your moans may be higher pitched, but Dannyboy is the louder one. Always carrying on about how he's gonna breed your boypussy, about how your his fuckbitch, about how he'll jizz so much in you that you'll taste his spunk when you burp... you know, that kinda stuff."
I was blushing as red as can be as Bernard listed those things off, though I couldn't help but get a little stiff under the table.
"But that's why I sleep with earplugs in! I started back when I was still with his mother. She snored up a storm. Got to the point where it just felt too natural to stop. I only hear you boys if one falls out in the night. Or if I wanna listen to the sounds of the nighttime." He winked.
"But it's obvious you boys have a lot of energy on your hands, especially you Daniel," he continued. "That's why I want you working with me at the butcher's a few times a week. That way Matty won't be the only pig you're fucking over." He chuckled.
"Alright dad, I'll help at work," Daniel said.
"You don't need to worry bout me taking away all your freetime. You know I don't mind providing for you, you're my son. But we need an extra pair of hands at work sometimes, but it's not enough work to go out and hire someone new." Daniel nodded, his mouth full of potatoes and steak.
"And as for you, Matty, I certainly don't mind you staying here, but I will need you to pay some rent."
"Dad!" Daniel tried saying, the word muffled by his dinner. He swallowed. "Dad! I told him he could stay here cuz it was my fault he got suspended. His parents aren't helping him, he needs to save all the money he can!"
"I know that son, I'm not going to charge him money. All I want is a piece of that ass."
There was silence around the table, broken by Daniel rolling his eyes and scoffing.
"Ugh, Dad, you do this every time I bring a guy home. This is why I didn't want you to know Matty was gay."
"Cmon Daniel, how could I have not known? A fat ass like that, he's gotta be at least bicurious. Besides, did you think the school didn't send me an explicit report about what got you boys suspended?" He took a sip of water. "And hey, I don't do this every time you bring a guy home! I've only done it twice!" "Yeah, but one of those times was with a guy I was serious about dating," Daniel snapped back.
"Son, he was using you for your cock and you knew it. It's my duty as a father to protect you from those kinds of things, and if I have to fuck a platinum blonde twink in his boy pussy to do it, then so be it."
"What was the other time?" I asked, only half-hearing what I was saying. My mind was still processing Bernard's proposition.
"Total accident," he said.
Daniel explained further, "He had hooked up with my dad at a bar the week before we met on grindr. I took him here after coffee and he turned bright red walking in the door."
"So what do you say?" Bernard asked, looking at me.
"Dad..." Daniel started, but I cut him off.
"I'll... do it. It's only fair," I said, looking at Daniel. "I've been feeling like I've been intruding on your hospitality this whole time, even if you did offer your place to me. If this is the deal your dad wants to cut for rent, well, it's better than paying real money, right?"
Daniel grunted. "Just don't cum in his hole, dad," Daniel said, glaring at his father. "It's gross thinking about your cum up there. It's like fucking my brothers and sisters." He shuddered.
"No problem son. I always preferred facials anyway. Especially on a boy with a beard."
Up until now, I hadn't actually entered Bernard's little room in the trailer park. It was bigger than the room I shared with Daniel, but considering how massive Bernard was, it didn't really feel that way. It was a fairly plain room, a lot cleaner than his son's, with hardly a lube tube or condom wrapper to be found.
"I've been looking forward to this ever since that fat ass waddled over the threshold," Bernard said as he closed the door behind me, grabbing a big handful of my ass cheeks in each palm and pulling up a little bit, staggering me. I braced myself on the bed to catch my balance, displaying my ass to the burly man behind me.
Bernard ripped my basketball shorts to my ankles in an instant, exposing my jiggling ass cheeks, framed as they were by a simple white jockstrap. "Mmm, boy," Bernard growled, pushing my body flat against the bed as he knelt before my ass. "Spread those legs, lemme see that pussy. Good boy," he said as I unthinkingly obeyed him. "That's a cunt that's seen some action. Gonna love to eat this out."
I moaned as his scruffy face pushed its way between my ass cheeks, the stubble scratching my sensitive flesh in a way that sent shivers up my spine. My hole clenched in anticipation, but opened quickly as his tongue found its mark.
Bernard was a man who really took eating ass to heart. He ate it like my hole really was a pussy, ferociously diving in with his tongue and lips, thrusting his whole face into my ass to get as deep in as possible. I had to push back so I didn't faceplant into the sheets, and he took this as a sign that he should redouble his efforts.
I was panting at the ministrations of the beast of a man behind me, my hole quickly loosening up to take more and more of his thick tongue. He paused to catch his breath, immediately shoving two fingers to their base into my hole to keep my stuffed. I accepted them immediately. My hole was used to quicker and larger intrusions than that, thanks to Daniel's nearly every morning poundings.
After only a couple seconds, both of them filled with Bernard's heavy pants and my high pitched moans, the bear dived back in with his face, his beard once again scratching the inside of my cheeks, this time prickling the already rubbed-raw skin and sending shivers up my spine. He kept a finger in my hole as he ate me out, pulling it down to stretch me open as well as press directly on my prostate. My cock twitched in my jockstrap, and I reached a hand down to massage it. Before I could touch it, Bernard's vigorous rimming pushed me down, and I had to brace myself again before I fell. My cock, untouched, spat a drop of precum reproachfully at the lack of attention.
Bernard backed up again, this time replacing his tongue with three of his hairy, gorilla-like fingers. My slutty hole offered no resistance, despite the circumference of the onslaught. "Fuck, my son really keeps you loose, doesn't he bitch?" Bernard grunted as he caught his breath.
"Yes sir," I gasped, the `sir' slipping out as easily as his fingers had slipped in.
"He always did choose the sluttiest bitches to fuck," Bernard continued, as he began pushing a fourth finger in as well. "Just like his old man in that regards." His pinky sidled in alongside its brothers, and I let out a long moan, collapsing to the bed as my arms finally gave out.
I kept my back arched though, ass straight up in the air, as he continued talking. "Of course, sometimes the sluts we get don't know their sluts until after we have them begging for our cocks. But after that, then they're changed forever. Can't go a day without filling their pussy up with some bigger man's cock. Is that you, Matty?"
"Yes sir," I whimpered. "I need to get stuffed so bad. Need my pussy filled, like you said sir. Need to have a big man stretching me out." As I babbled, my mind half gone with its need for cock, I felt something rubbing around the rim of my hole. It was Bernard's thumb, teasing the edge, knocking on the door and asking to be let in. Was he going to fist me? "Maybe later," he growled to himself, as if reading my mind. He withdrew himself from my ass crack, hawking up some of that thick spit from the back of his throat and spitting it on his cock. "Time for this ass to get cunted."
Like his son, he was not gentle with that first stroke. He speared me straight to the base right off the bat, and I probably would've died if not for his intensive rimming session. As it was, the air was still knocked out of me. I felt his beer belly pressing against my ass cheeks, until he leaned over, pressing it against my back. The heavy gut forced my back to arch, pressing my ass up and my own gut down. With my back arched like this and my stomach protruding, I couldn't even see my own cloth-covered cock between my legs, though I could feel just how much precum was soaking through the fabric.
Bernard started with a slow pace, taking a second to withdraw before shoving it back in, shoving me an inch forward each time and making me recatch myself. His belly kept me pushed down on the bed, angling me so his deep downward strokes consistently hit my button. I desperately wanted to jerk my cock, but doing so would lead to Bernard squashing me.
"FUCK!" the big man groaned, "this hole is wetter than my ex-wife's pussy and twice as tight. But to her credit, she was tighter than you when we first met. This cock wrecked her like it's wrecking your cunt. She swore off men afterwards, but I don't think you're going to do that, are you Matty?"
"No sir," I gasped. He was picking up his pace now and the room stank of sweat and sex. The temperature was rising rapidly and he was dripping sweat onto my slicked up body. "I gotta have your cock sir, I fuckin need it inside me."
"Yeah you do, Matty. You're a little bitch for this cock. Totally addicted." His thrusts were speeding up, knocking me flat into the sheets, which were already damp with my sweat. With one swift movement, Bernard pulled all the way out, leaving me feeling empty and cold. My moan of regret was stifled as he flipped me over onto my back, and was then quickly transformed into a content sigh as he stuffed his cock right back into me.
"Tell me what you want, Matty. Tell me how much you want this cock."
"I need it sir. Please, breed me," I gasped, my eyes half closed, awash as I was with the physical sensations. Besides his cock turning my hole to mush, I was finally getting at least a little stimulation on my cock. Bernard's pendulous beer belly was pressing directly on my jock-trapped cock and each thrust rubbed it in the fabric.
"Fuck, boy, I'm gonna cum soon. You want me putting a baby in that beginner belly of yours?" he growled, and for a second I almost took him seriously. >From what I heard of how Daniel was conceived, Bernard was a fertile man.
"Fuck yeah sir breed me please, I need it," I mewled, as I desperately begged for his cum. "Fucking cum in me sir, knock me up!" That's what did it. With a roar, Bernard thrust fully inside me, falling forward and catching himself with two arms planted on either side of my head. I was bent almost totally in half as he unloaded in my guts, my own cock beginning to tremble with orgasm, trapped as it was between our stomachs.
I started to cum too, my own sperm flooding my jockstrap and leaking through, slicking up our happy trails as I threw my head back in pleasure. My eyes locked on the beast of a man above me and my mouth gaped open in pleasure. A drop of sweat dripped from one of his pits, rolling down his arm and dropping into my gaping mouth, only adding to the intensity of my orgasm.
Bernard allowed himself to collapse onto me as we came down from our respective highs. His cock was still hard and twitching in my newly cunted hole, and I was afraid he would be up for another round. As fun as that would be, I was totally wiped.
"You did good, boy," Bernard said softly in my ear. I tried to respond, but could barely breathe. He chuckled as he pushed himself up. "That's more than enough rent to cover you... for the week. But if you're going to want to stay here, you're going to have to keep on paying. Can't give you anything for free now, can I?"
"No sir," I gasped, feeling the cum drip out of my wrecked hole, imagining what further things Bernard could do to it. "I'd love to earn my stay here." If this was going to be my life for the next year, I could live with it."
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