With my cock and his ass both lubricated l pushed my rigid tip against his puckered little hole. Paul moaned with a degree of discomfort as he gripped the couch with his hands. I was certainly not the worlds authority on sex, but Paul’s ass was the tightest thing I had ever put my dick into. It was scaldingly hot and struggled to accept my package. I lurched forward driving my manhood into this other man tiny bit by bit. Paul was also erect and was slowly massaging his cock.
It took several minutes even with all the lube before I was balls deep inside him. I was being cautious and courteous with my dear friend. Paul was a virgin and I didn’t want to hurt him. Paul had other plans though, and not unlike his mother he started pushing back into me until my gentle thrusts were becoming manly wallops into his body. We were now two grown men fucking like beasts. I had come to realize that I really enjoyed fucking Paul up his ass. Between the tightness of his behind and the thrill of fucking another guy, I was very excited.
Picking up my pace, Paul had started whimpering. His virgin asshole was not accustomed to the beating it was taking. I no longer sympathized with his discomfort and I started to slam into him as hard as I could. Had it not been for all the lube he would have been crying. Instead Paul climaxed.
From the tip of Paul’s dick shot streams of his ejaculate down the back of the couch. With each shot from his prick his bum simultaneously clamped down harder and harder on my cock. I was finally pushed over the edge. I forced my cock into him as deep as I could as he cried out and then I literally exploded like Mount St. Helens into his tight young body. I was pumping my cum into his posterior like a firehose. It felt like the most cum I had ever produced during one of the longest orgasms I could conceive of. Paul was panting and slouched over the couch like a blanket. I slowly withdrew from his tiny hole and headed for the shower, leaving him there, assfucked on the sofa.
It was now two months later. Lisa would rape me every few days. Rape became a relative term because I always came in her. Lucy had not changed at all in her dealings with me and I had started to wonder if she even remembered the Christmas party. How could she have forgotten the bashing I had dealt to her love canal?
Paul was gay and had finally come around to admitting it. At least to himself he would admit it. Paul occasionally still sucked me off but he had begun exploring the gay world and I sensed he was now saving himself for someone who returned his feelings. On this day it was Mr. Jones who would call upon my service. Today… My ass was fucked. This is why I now believe Dean Jones is gay.
“Brian I need to talk to you”, Dean looked stressed as he cracked his knuckles and motioned towards his office. “Sure thing Mr. Jones”, I said with a smile. As I followed him into his office I couldn’t help but remember the time I’d taken his dick into my mouth. Not. I was barely inside his office when he started spilling the beans about his emotional rollercoaster of a life.
“And that’s when Lucy told me she was pregnant”, he carried on “I don’t get it, we only had sex the one time in the past few months”. I was growing worried. “Anyway, after Lisa told me the two of you were having a baby, I figured you were maybe the only one who might relate”. This was all more than a little surprising.
With all the shock and fear, well I could have died right there. It was a hell of a way to find out I’d impregnated Lisa and to discover I almost certainly got Lucy knocked up as well. “I expect I’ll be welcoming you to the family soon, Brian”. There were no words to describe the distress I was experiencing. The probability of a shotgun wedding into this twisted sexual family did nothing to alleviate my concerns either. I figured it was best to just go with the flow. After all it had gotten me this far, and I hear the Jones’ have a lovely summer home! “I reckon you’ll probably be needing a few extra dollars soon…”, Mr. Jones said, “$500 to fuck you in your ass?”.