boysandmenandboys:Part 8 of my “Nudist Dad” series. Here are parts One, Two, Three, Fo
boysandmenandboys: Part 8 of my “Nudist Dad” series. Here are parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Five.Five, Six and Seven Enjoy! Dad and uncle kept pimping me out for a couple more weeks, offering my ass to literally anyone who wanted to fuck it. Sometimes, a guy would pay to abuse me further, fisting me, pissing on me, making me His slave. I loved every second of it. But what I loved above all else was the love dad and uncle felt for me, a love that I could feel in my bones when they kissed me passionately or shot their cum up my guts or let me sleep with them in their shared bed. Eventually, however, me and dad had to go back home and leave uncle Jeremy behind. I was sad but also anxious to return to my relationship with dad and I was pleased when he held my hand in public and kissed me, acting like we were a real couple. From time to time, uncle Jeremy would visit and I got a taste of him, his huge dick ripping my ass apart, his muscled body around mine, his scent of earth and sweat and hard-work lingering on my skin. Dad fucked me regularly too, but, after a summer of whoring, I decided to take it easier for a while. Until my birthday came around. After the previous year’s adventure in the lakehouse, I honestly didn’t know what to expect for my birthday. A part of me wanted dad to just hang out with me, like a normal day. But another part of me ached for the adrenaline of exciting, sexual adventures. “Happy birthday, champ,” dad said as he kissed me awake. I kissed him back and hugged him, his warmth on my skin, his hard cock pressed against mine due to morning wood. “Thanks dad.” “I have a surprise for you.” He refused to tell me what it was. Instead, he just stopped my attempts at sucking him or having him fuck me in the shower, insisting that I’d want to be as sexually frustrated as possible for the surprise. After breakfast, we got in the car and he drove, never telling me where we were going. I woke up with another kiss from him and heard the sea before I saw it. The waves were crashing and the sun was blazing. We were at the beach. Why would I want to be sexually frustrated for the beach? He didn’t answer my question so I just followed him. “I don’t even have a bathing suit. Or a towel,” I said as we made our way across the sand. “No need to,” he replied and began taking off his clothes. I looked around and noticed some people, mostly men, were also naked. A nudist beach then. I followed suit and it didn’t take long for me to get hard, the lack of morning sex showing in my hard cock as I glanced over sweaty bodies from hung guys. “That didn’t take long,” said an unfamiliar voice. I’d been looking at a particularly horse-looking cock, my hand instinctively stroking my dick. In front of me was a man I didn’t know but looked like he’d come from Olympus. He was massive, his body so stocky and manly I didn’t even know where to look until my eyes settled on the huge dickprint showing through his red briefs. He was wearing sunglasses but his face was similar to dad’s and uncle Jeremy’s. “This is you uncle Brock,” dad said. “He’s in the army, that’s why you barely see him around.” I gave him my hand to shake, my brain blank in awe of this man. He took my hand, shook it and then pulled me. The unexpected pull forced me to my knees in front of him and, with his other hand, he pushed my face against his crotch where his dick was getting harder. “Let’s see if your mouth is as sweet as your dad says it is,” he said, shoving his hip against my face. I could barely breathe but the few breaths I could manage came with the smell of cum and sex and sweat. And man. I could cum right there and then. He pulled his briefs out, his massive cock hitting my head as it was set free and I could barely register it before he pushed it down my mouth. I gagged and was about to throw up when he pulled out, his cock covered in slobber, only to shove it back in. My jaw felt like it was about to pop, my throat like it was about to rip but he was relentless, fucking my mouth as he held my head steady with his massive hands. As his dick rammed my mouth, he kept casually talking with my dad, almost as if they were just having a beer at a bar. From the corners of my eyes, both filled with tears from the face fucking, I could see a small group of men masturbating around us as they watched. That made me cum. After what seemed like half an hour or so, he finally took his dick out, my eyes puffy from crying, my throat soar and my mouth covered in precum and slobber. Brock pushed me to the sand and quickly knelt behind me, pulling my hips towards him. Without a second of hesitation, he rammed his log up my hole. I screamed as the pain ripped through me, the feeling of a massive object invading my guts repeatedly. I felt my intestines expanding as he shoved what felt like a whole arm up my body. For a second, I thought his dick would come out of my mouth. Not even the fisting sessions had felt like this; he was unapologetic, animalesc, a beast. When I finally felt his load shoot up my guts, almost as if someone had dumped a bucket full of cum down my ass, his grunts were like those of a beast and I was devoid of energy. When he pulled out, I felt a sudden hollowness, as if something was missing from my body. Then, I collapsed, my body crumpled in the hot sand, his cum dripping from my hole. I could barely move. I felt raped. I felt abused. I felt like the happiest birthday boy alive. -- source link
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