Cheat Meal

2A

This story features sex between consenting adult males, two of whom happen to be related. It is 100% fictional. Any and all similarities to people dead or alive are purely coincidental. If this is not your kink, or you are not of age in your territory, then read no further. If on the other hand you are a pervert like me then pull it out, stroke it hard and release!

• Luke -- 21 5'10" 185lbs Young white twunk 6"c
• Dom -- 36 6'1" 235lbs Rugged rugby muscle 9"uc
• Colton -- 18 5'11" 204lbs RIPPED lifter physique

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Colton shivered as I guided him through the room until he was backed against the Texas king sized mattress of our pool house bed. The large open studio style room had been designed to play host to Luke's and my extracurricular fun. The masculine modern space was suited perfectly for both intimate conquests like this and all out orgies alike. I gazed down at the boy's hulking body. The amber haze of the half-dimmed lights traced shadows along the ridges of the young god's etched figure. The light flickering from the water of the pool danced around the room. I licked my lips and stepped back to retrieve supplies from the nearby dresser.

My mass of hardened rugged rugby muscle was straining and bulging ridiculously as I tried to steady my breathing. Tried to temper my desire. My daddy dick jutted like a steel pole out from my ripe crotch as I gathered the lube and poppers. The brown amyl bottle felt cool in the palm of my paw. The intensity of the situation had me quite literally in heat. The same could evidently be said for Colton as I felt him radiating when I neared him again, tossing the items down on the black microsuede duvet beneath his mounds of muscle flesh. His jock clad ass making a large dent in the firm memory foam.

"You're a gorgeous little fucker Cole." I chuckled evilly. "Well not so little I guess. But ya have to know that right?" He blushed. He knew. "Yeah. You know exactly what men like me and your Coach, your Dad, see when we look at ya."

His massive frame flexed full as he tensed and held his breath at the comment.

I'd struck a nerve.

"I'm right. You know bubba. Same way I know I caught your attention plenty. The way I knew from the second I shook your hand on the staircase that we'd end up here. Just like this eventually."

I kneeled. My hulking physique flush with the edge of the bed. My wide mass nestled between his impressive quads.

"This okay baby boy?" I teased with no intention of stopping regardless of his response.

Crouching down my lips met the sensitive smooth stretched skin of his inner thighs. My coarse beard hair making a gentle scraping sound as I nuzzled at his rock-hard legs, teasing his striations and veins. My puckered lips kissing the boy flesh over and over as he whimpered what sounded like `uh huh'.

"Easy Little Man. Just let Daddy tease ya..."

His body melted at my deep growl.

I moved my lips and tongue to his flat rippling abs next. Flicking and tasting at the profound lines of his eight pack. His tight but pliable belly button ring folding and unfolding as he writhed at the intense feelings surging through him.

His scent was nirvana to me. That unique smell of a young stud boy after a busy day. The light tang that would build up to pure piggy testosterone with just a bit more exertion. Exertion like I was about to put him through.

I pulled away. Then just quickly palmed his brawny chest pushing him back with gentle pressure until he let his double wide of a back rest flat on the inviting fabric of the luxe duvet. My hands found his ankles then began lifting the hefty legs of my new fucktoy off the ground deliberately. He was unsure what was happening at first but didn't fight it. It was only after I rested his calves on my thick flaring traps and began moving in that he understood. His ragged breath now sounding just a hair away from hyperventilating.

"Shhhh, shhhh bubba. You're okay. I just need to taste it. Okay son? I HAVE to. And you need to feel what Daddy's tongue can do. You want that don't ya boy?"

I took the sound of his head rustling against the bedding as him saying yes. I pushed his legs further back. The deep raw boy musk emanating out told me that this was a jock as well worn as my own. He worked his own rough hands back assisting me in pulling his legs to his chest. Ever so slowly the stained white fabric of his well swollen jock pouch gave way to the thin elastic of its straps. The strained fabric spreading open like an upside down V as his smooth hairless crack splayed wide in the center of it. His rosy boy pink clenched tight but invitingly in the light of our fuck den. His ample ass beseeching me to tongue fuck the prize hidden between the rounded mounds.

"Goddamn it kid. That is the sweetest muscle cunt Daddy's ever seen." I wasn't joking one iota. FUCK. "Gonna let me eat that tiny hole son? Gonna let Daddy show you what you were made for?" Sounds of his head rustling again. "Such a good little fuck boy Cole. Making Daddy proud."

My wet open lips made contact with the spongy flesh of his bright virgin pucker. The deep whimper that he released as I kissed and licked at the musky wrinkles of his jock boy cunt sent chills through me. He was shaking and making incoherent sounds. Colton was learning what it meant to be owned. I darted my eyes up and caught sight of his fists clenching at the fabric. His head thrown back and wagging violently back and forth.

A gentle nibble at his hole.

His head SHOT forward, eyes meeting mine.

I grinned then feasted.

My thick broad tongue lavished his sultry pussy. Working itself in and out of knots trying to taste each millimeter of tangy teen boycunt it could reach. Grunting and snarling into him as I lapped at his hole over and over. Darting in and out as he howled and pleaded for more.

Time for more it is then.

"Sit up boy."

I eased my body away and let his legs fall back until his feet hit the navy stained cement floor.

He sat up sluggishly. A look of confused fuck lust set deep on his stunningly sculpted yet somehow boyishly beautiful face. I pointed to the brown bottle at his side.

"Pass that to Daddy. I'm gonna teach you and then you're gonna repeat it."

I nodded my head up and down as I spoke causing him to mimic and answer yes.

"Just like this son."

I made a show of opening the bottle, bringing it to my nostril, inhaling deep and holding.

"Open, inhale, hold for a few seconds. Screw the lid back on. Release."

He was hesitant only momentarily but his eyes widened when he realized how the poppers affected me as I flushed red and began flexing my rippling roided figure for him. He nodded eagerly. He did what I instructed, well enough to at least get his first taste of the rush. I saw his eyes glaze and he was gone.

"Turn over bubba. On all fours. Daddy's gonna open that cherry hole up, get you ready for a nice deep rut."

He flipped with zero hesitation and was already taking another hit of poppers without instruction. Chasing the high he felt as I lined my open mouth up with the pulsing O of his soon to be deflowered muscle pussy. He was a natural fuck pig alright. Born to be a gruntling for men like me. As the heat of my breath hit his sensitive ring he lost it, his heady voice was clear and earnestly begging...

"Fuck me Dad! Fucking hell I need it."

Dad huh?

"Please Dad!"

Who was I to argue with the needs of such a polite fledgling bitch?

I released my mouth's suction hold on his cunt and leaned back bringing my thumb up to tease his saliva slicked opening.

"You want Dad to fuck that pussy Cole? You been dreaming of giving him that hungry muscle gash haven't ya?"

"Ouh fuck yes. I wanna show you sir. Rape me Dad, please rape my cunt."

His voice broke as he whimpered and his head turned back to find me. His pleading eyes meeting mine.

It was time.

"Once I start there is no stopping son? You are Dad's until he unloads deep in those warm guts. You take what I give and you like it. Got that Coley?"

He nodded.

"Say it"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... Dad..."

It was a whisper, almost like a prayer.

"Good boy."

I stood and grabbed the lube, pumping an abundant amount onto my shaft and even more on my thick fingers. I began feeding it into his beckoning ass. The sound of the fuck slime and my digits coring into him was lewd and made it clear that this was true sloppy pig fucking at its finest. He pushed back more and more onto my finger as he huffed at the brown bottle again and again. Eager to meet his new purpose.

"Fuck this slow shit."

He was a big boy.

He could take it, would take it.

I positioned my bulbous purple head at his winking dripping pucker thumping it over and over at his opening.

He'd thank me for this later.

"Daddy's sorry son. So sorry. But he has to take it. He has to. He's waited so DAMN long kiddo."

"Please daDAAAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY!"

Before he could get out his carnal plea I thrust FULL forward causing him to shriek. Beating through the fierce resistance his unbroken cunt attempted to give. His cherry now gone, shredded, as my thick uncut shaft was buried to the hilt. He groaned and yelled and quaked madly. I chuckled as I set my stance wide and firm to meet his movement. My sizable hands held onto his wide firm hips, tracing at the edges of his cum gutters, keeping him gently in place. Waiting to see what he'd do next. I stayed still grinning down at the mess of broken muscle flesh quivering under me. To his credit he never pulled away.

Never asked for it to stop.

Never stopped saying `Daddy please.'

Then he began to grind back onto me in small circular rotations.

"GOOOD fucking boy Colton!" I rumbled gutturally.

I halfway withdrew my throbbing fuckstick then plunged back in.

"FUCK!"

"Yeah kid, this is a real fuck. This is how men FUCK." Another hard jab against his prostate. "This is what you've been craving isn't son?"

I pumped my pelvis in and out to drive my point home. Looking down I noted how his tender ass lips drew in and out with each thrust. The tight teen hole gripping at my horescock for dear life. Milking my shaft furiously as I gently pummeled his purity away. Tiny moans of agony and need spilled from the boy like little begging sighs. I pulled all out, then plunged in. Again. And again. He took it as he begged for more, begged for daddy to hurt his precious hole.

"Fuckkkking hell Daddy. Fuck my pussy up! Beat that cunt UP DAD!"

Wild sounds of slapping flesh mixed with the feral words of a newly born boy slut. The room echoed with the sounds of our ravenous cucking copulation. For the first time in quite a while I thought of Luke. Hidden somewhere outside watching through the glass walls that spanned three sides of the pool house. Or maybe the boy was on our bed stroking to the Ring feed on his iPad. Or playing with his own fuckcavern with his favorite toy as I broke his `friend' open. Wherever he was I hoped he was working up a load to the sight of me owning this young buck. Hoped he'd forgive me for needing this as badly as I did. Hoped he'd forgive me when I demanded it again in the future.

FUCK, thinking of cucking my adoring twunk boyfriend was almost too much for me. I was close. I knew what I wanted though before I let me seed shoot. I was going to make this beefy fuckboy lose it for me. Make him mark himself in his own sweet boy milk and baptize himself into his new life.

I pulled my cock from his newly gaping gash and barked at him to turn over and scoot back on the bed.

In a flash I mounted him.

Bringing his thick hamstrings to rest on my heaving inflated chest as his calves were again back on my bell shaped traps. I moved forward. My brick hard member was already spearing him open. Already burying itself again into the inviting cave of his needy teen twat. I fed inch after thick inch into him as he repeated `fuck fuck FUCK' over and over. Pressing deeper and deeper until the dark forest of my pubes was pressed even against his tender hairless taint.

"I'm gonna rape you son. I'm gonna feed my thick daddy dick into you over and over until you're swelling from how full of my man milk you are..." His eyes were wide and frantic. The intensity of the weed and poppers and the moment itself all on display on his gorgeous gooning face.

"Show me Sir. Dad. FUCK! Show me how a stud breeds his bitch boy."

His meaty fucking thighs wrapped around my trim tanned waist. Pulling me into him firmly as I leaned forward encapsulating the young hunk. Our combined 400+ pounds of MAN meat now forced together as I brought my lips to his thick corded neck. My hands wrapping behind his head. Arms under him to hold him close as I began feeding him my final rut.

"Oh bubba. Feel how big you made Daddy's cock son?"

I bit and sucked at the salty sweaty nape of his neck.

"Feel how much Dad's cock loves this ass kid.

His nails raked my back and he raised his ass to welcome me deeper.

"Daddy's gonna ruin this fuck hole baby boy. You're gonna learn how to use that pretty mancunt, a perfect boy whore for Papa. That what you want Little Man?" I let the words hang in the air recalling how they had made him melt earlier.

His body began to shake and he lost himself in my words and embrace. Lost himself to the constant deep drilling he was being `forced'

to endure. The dicking he'd yearned for for god knows how long. Then suddenly I felt the warmth and wetness of his load spread between us. Flowing out and matting the hair of my gorgeous sculpted roid gut. It all had been too much for my `Little Man'. Tears flowed from his tightly closed eyes and he clenched and clawed again at my back.

"Please Dom. Please knock my ass UP. Show me how you make a boy yours. Breed my cunt Daddy. Flood it. Holy FUCCKK."

GRRRR.

"Fuck son. You want it?" A DEEP thrust. "Want Daddy to show you just how he made little Lukey?"

His eyes flew open as he nodded his head wildly yes.

The words spilled as I lost my self in the depravity of it all. My own taboo thoughts had turned to words that now pushed both of us over the fucking cliff.

"GODDAMN YES SIR. Show me!"

More of his potent teen seed spilled between us and I finally gave in.

I jackhammered his still obscenely tight and tiny fuckboy cunt over and over as I told him to take it. My cock flared repeatedly in his bowels until I was firing one, two three, four... TEN. Ten shots of my bull semen flooded into him as I pounded harder and harder. His crying and helpless hums fueling my animal instinct until I finally collapsed on top of the man child thoroughly spent.

My lips searched for Colton's until I found them. Feasting on his parted quivering lips and the salt from his tears. I devoured the boy.

My first cheat meal.

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2B

Luke's POV

In our three years together I had never once tired of seeing my godlike boyfriend lay pipe. He was a pure fuck BEAST. Bred and built to own and take hole. And this? This was truly the most lurid fuck I'd ever born witness to. Sure compared to our orgies and Folsom trips where there was more flesh and hours of marathon fucking this seemed tame. But nothing was as intimate as this was...

Dom had taken many cherries in front of me. Had shown me how to as well when we shared a beautiful virgin muscle Dad months back. But this was more than a deflowering. This was a claiming. I knew, and I ventured to guess so did Colton and Dom, that this was only the beginning of something deeper. Their need for one another had me feeling useless and in heat all at once.

I knelt on the towel I'd grabbed from the pile by the pool and fingered wildly at my hungry boycunt. Looking on as my man mounted my lab partner. Missionary. FUCK. The intensity on his face. Dom was a man possessed as he lowered the heft of himself onto his prize. His torso and trunk like arms enveloping the gym bro I'd basically gift wrapped for him. This rut was carnal.

Desire personified.

I hit the bowl I'd packed when I stepped out to let them explore their boundaries then shoved the dark chocolate lifelike dildo I'd grabbed from our toybox fully into the trench of my slut slit. I knew he was about to knock the boy up. I knew Colton would soon feel the euphoria of been bred, raped open, by my boyfriend. My partner. My Daddy. The robust fur covered peach of Dom's ass humping wildly as he drove himself in and out of the new muscle cunt he'd created.

The bed SHOOK with such force that there was no doubt.

He had seeded his conquest.

Claimed his new prize as I crouched there cucked and leaking.

I came.

A wave.

I flooded the terrycloth towel. A seeming gallon of watery boy jizz soaked the fabric and seeped through to the soil of the planter I was hiding in. I was so overtaken I fell back, hard, onto my plump ass embedding the 9" toy so far into my cavity that I almost screamed out at the pleasure. I wanted to cry for some reason. Not because I was sad. Not in the slightest.

Just overwhelmed by the intensity.

Fuck.

I shook my head as I saw the mounds of muscled flesh on the pool house bed sluggishly move. Dom had pulled himself up gingerly. His bulging triceps sculpted and swelling as he supported his torso. Gradually he moved back. He placed his palm down on the deep cleft in the center of Colton's chiseled sweaty back. He forced him flat against the mattress before bringing his beard to the colossal cheeks. He wanted to taste of the used jock hole.

His deep devious words echoed in my head.

`Nothing like the taste of a fresh split cherry.'

I watched the love of my life bury his rugged bearded face into the bulbous ass of his `gym crush'. I shuddered thinking of how long he'd held back. How long he'd craved this exact moment. Colton splayed and broken beneath him. Leaking bull semen like a slut. His slut. I shook myself as I felt my boy boner begin to fill. The engorged weight pulling the stiffening shaft lower. I needed to get out of here before they fullt\y came to.

I didn't have to worry though.

I freshened myself and then waited on the bed for word from Dom. Nearly 30 minutes later still nothing. I had just remembered the Ring cam that overlooked the studio and was opening the app to spy when the vibration of the phone in my hand startled me.

It was my boydfriend, finally.

`GODDAMN. Little fucker took it even better the second time.'

OH.

I'd missed half the show.

`FUUUCK I hid after I saw you seed and rim him.'

`You missed out son. He is a fucking WHORE.'

My stomach did a somersault.

`I'm glad he made you happy Daddy...'

`You have no idea Baby Boy. He's washing his hands now. Be in in a few.'

I sat there lost in a million thoughts until I heard their voices growing louder downstairs. I got up and cautiously made my way to the stairs trying to hear them.

Colton was chuckling goofily.

Giddily.

"I can't fucking believe I finally got cunted. Goddamn. And by you!"

His deep bass was almost childlike in with glee.

"Back at ya fucker. Been teasing Daddy for far too fuckin' long."

My breath was shallow as I stood frozen listening to the perverse private exchange.

"I promise you never have to wait again Sir. Anytime you say I can be here..."

"Now what'd I say boy?"

"That we still have to be careful with Luke around. I can't believe he slept through it all."

So Dom was letting the ruse continue.

I heard his deep rumbling laugh.

"What can I say? Little shit just isn't built like his old man."

"No he's fucking not Da..."

Colton's jocular words were cut off as I heard a thud. From where I was near the edge of the railing I tried to peak down. Finally catching their reflections in the large round mirror that hung on the foyer wall. Dom had the well-built fuckboy pinned against the greecian plaster, his mouth open while tongue fucking the kid as they made out feverishly.

He pulled back and pounded the bottom of his clenched fist roughly against Colton's granite like chest.

"Unless you're trying to spend all night in a sling I think you better go kiddo..."

A long low groan came from my `friend'.

"I wish I could but my Dad..."

"I know, you said he'd be worried. Such a Daddy's boy." FUCK. Dom reached out and tussled Colton's hair. "Go on then. We can text about plans for next time Little Man."

I gulped.

I knew he would want more. But was I really ready to share him like this?

Did I have a fucking choice?

"Yes Sir." He grabbed his backpack from the stone floor. "I can't wait."

They walked towards the door before one last lingering kiss then Dom swatted his giant glutes and said a simple goodnight.

He closed the door behind the boy and then leaned his forehead against the dark rich wood.

"GodfuckingDAMN." He let out in deep bear like sigh.

He took out his phone and before I knew it I had a message telling me I could come down. I waited until he had made his way back to the den then hurried to meet him. I found him still shirtless, but now without his shorts, legs spread wide on the sectional. A worn Bike jock raised to his nose as he stroked his monster cock.

Hard again.

"So he didn't tire ya out?"

I could smell the rank odor of MAN stink on him as I got down between his legs. His own roid scent mixed with something like my own aroma. But riper. Deeper. Manlier. Colton's musk. I hated how much it riled me. How he knew that I wanted to taste the ass juice still practically glistening on his rod.

"If he could have taken more I'd have stayed in him all night. He's not as adept a slut as you though yet Son."

I blushed.

"Now cum get a taste of baby bro's cunt on Daddy's dick..."

And I did.

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