“Here we are,” David said, pulling into the drive of his stunning six bedroom home in the luxury development outside of Dallas, “home sweet home.”
Paul was stunned; he’d never seen anything like it outside of something in a movie “You didn’t tell me you lived in a mansion.”
David put his large, strong hand on the back of Paul’s neck and gave the boy a reassuring squeeze, “It’s not really a mansion - but it’s pretty nice. Come on, let’s introduce you to the family.”
As Paul stepped out of the car, holding his old duffle bag full of the belongings he’d packed from his trailer, he saw two incredibly handsome, smiling men come out the front door to greet them, a 6’7” red-headed muscular man in his early 40s, wearing a tight Polo and shorts, showing off his long, muscular legs, and a 5’8” guy in his mid 20s, with curly brown hair, in a tank top and shorts, that showed off his strong, perfectly sculpted body.
“Dad!” the curly haired guy yelled, running and jumping on David, who caught him in his arms and kissed him.
“Hey son,” David said, breaking the kiss and setting the guy back on his feet, “I missed you!”
The curly haired guy looked at Paul and said to David, “What’d you bring me?”
“Greg, this is your new little brother Paul,” David said, squeezing Greg’s tight, round ass.
Greg peeled himself away from David and wrapped Paul in a strong hug, “Hey little brother, great to meet you!” Greg was only a few inches taller than Paul, but much more muscled and Paul felt dwarfed in his embrace. Greg put both hands on Paul’s face and kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue into the 18 year old’s mouth - causing Paul to get instantly hard in his shorts.
“Greg! Give the poor kid a chance to get settled first,” the tall red haired man said teasingly as he approached.
Greg stepped back a bit then reached out and grabbed Paul’s hard-on, “What? He likes it.”
“You must be Paul,” the handsome red-haired man said, wrapping Paul in a warm embrace, “I’m Trent. Welcome home.” Trent pulled back and looked Paul over, “You are so adorable, come on, I’ll show you to your room. Are you hungry? I bet you’re starving. Greg, help your brother with his bag.”
“Yes Pop,” Greg said, taking the duffle from Paul and slinging it effortlessly over his muscled shoulder, causing his bicep to bulge, sending another jolt to Paul’s hard-on.
Trent chatted warmly as he escorted Paul into the stunning home, followed by Greg and David. Paul was amazed by the perfectly decorated, lavish surroundings. “Dinner should be ready in about an hour if you want to settle in or shower,” Trent said, leading the boy up the stairs to and into a spacious, plainly decorated bedroom. “This will be your room; we can have it redecorated however you like. It shares an adjoining bathroom with Greg’s room - you don’t mind sharing a bathroom do you?”
“Um, no, this is… this is all for me?” Paul asked, dazed, looking around the room.
You didn’t think we’d put you in a cage, did you?” Trent joked.
“But if you’re willing…” Greg mused with a wink.
David walked up behind Paul and wrapped his arms around the boy, “This is all for you son.” David kissed Paul’s neck, “Make yourself at home.”
“I don’t know what to say… thank you… Dad.” Paul blushed deeply, “Do you want me to call you Dad?”
“If you’re comfortable with that, I’d love it son,” David said.
“Thank you Dad.” Paul turned his attention to Trent, “What should I…”
“You can call me Pop,” Trent said.
“Okay… Pop,” Paul said.
“And you can call me Master Greg,” Greg smiled. David swiftly smacked Greg upside the back of his head, “Ouch,” Greg said, “I’m just kidding… sort of… You can call me Greg little bro… except when we’re having a scene… if you’re into that kind of thing - but no pressure.”
“Greg, why don’t you help Paul get settled. I have to go finish dinner… David, you need a shower.”
“Aye aye captain!” David smirked.
Trent put his arms around Paul and said, “If there’s anything you need son, let me know,” then he leaned down and kissed the boy warmly.
“Thanks Pop,” Paul said, kissing the sexy man back.
David and Trent left the room, and Greg flopped down on bed, “So what do you think?”
“I’m not sure what to think,” Paul said, “I keep expecting to wake up back in my trailer like this is all a dream.”
Greg smirked, “Oh it’s real. I met Dad and Pop when I was a freshman in college… they put me through school, helped me start my career as a personal trainer… I can help you get into shape - exercise is one of the house rules.”
“House rules?” Paul asked.
“Oh yeah… Pop runs this house, but Dad runs our family - and everyone follows the rules, but don’t worry, it’s nothing you can’t handle I’m sure - they’ll tell you all about it over dinner,” Greg said. “Want me to help you unpack?”
“I don’t really have much,” Paul said.
“In that case,” Greg started, “how about some brotherly bonding in the shower?”
“Lead the way big brother,” Paul said with a grin.
Greg walked into the shared bathroom, pulling off his tank top and shorts along the way. He turned on the shower and turned to Paul, who marveled at his big brother’s perfect body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his sculpted, smooth physique. His muscles weren’t bulging like David’s, but they looked large on Greg’s naturally small frame; what amazed Paul the most was the thick, 9 inch cock and large heavy balls hanging off the 25 year old.
“You like that little brother?” Greg asked, stroking his cock. “Not quite as big as Dad’s monster, but pretty close.” Greg stepped into the shower and asked, “Are you getting in or are you just gonna watch?”
Paul pulled off his clothes, embarrassed by his scrawny body and 5 inch hard-on and stepped under the warm shower, where Greg quickly pulled him into a deep kiss and began stroking his small boy cock.
“You like it rough?” Greg asked, squeezing Paul’s balls tightly, causing Paul to hiss with pain.
“I don’t know,” Paul murmured.
“Ever tried bondage? BDSM?” Greg asked, tugging on Paul’s balls roughly. “I’d love to take you to the playroom, make you my willing little faggot - then you will call me Master Greg. How does that sound, little brother?”
“It sounds really hot,” Paul moaned.
“Hell yeah,” Greg said before kissing Paul roughly again, ravinging his little brother’s mouth with his tongue. Paul shoved his tongue into Greg’s mouth, matching the intensity, then reached down and started stroking Greg’s big cock with one hand, while gently fondling the guy’s large balls with his other hand.
“Harder,” Greg commanded, and Paul squeezed with slightly more pressure. Greg grabbed Paul’s hair and yanked his head back, “harder fag!” Paul grunted and tugged roughly on Greg’s balls. “That’s it,” Greg said, then spit into Paul’s mouth before launching into another rough kiss.
After a few moments of kissing and rough stroking, Greg stepped back a bit and leered at Paul, saying “Why don’t you get on your knees and show me what a good little cocksucker you are?”
“Gladly,” Paul grinned, then sank to his knees and expertly swallowed all 9 inches of Greg’s cock down his throat.
“Oh fuck,” Greg moaned. He twisted his own nipples roughly and stared down at Paul, watching the young boy greedily suck his cock. “Play with yourself faggot, let me see you stroke that little baby dick.”
Paul hummed with pleasure and began stroking his own cock while he slurped on Greg’s dick. Paul hadn’t come since the morning and he felt his balls tighten with excitement. He began to whimper as he kept sucking Greg’s cock, desperate to taste his big brother’s cum, suddenly he was overcome and began to shoot his load, his cum swirling with the water from the shower.
“That’s right faggot, shot that load while you suck on a real man’s cock! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna shot my fucking load down your hungry little faggot mouth, fuck!” Greg moaned, shooting his load into Paul’s mouth. Paul swallowed gladly and worked to suck every drop out, until Greg gently grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
Paul looked up at him and smiled with red, puffy lips, “Thanks, I really needed that.”
Greg leaned down and kissed him, then said, “Come on bro, let’s get dressed and head downstairs.”
When the boys walked downstairs they found Trent finishing dinner in the kitchen.
“You boys have fun?” Trent asked with a sly smile.
“You know we did Pop,” Greg said.
“Greg, go see if your father needs anything, then set the table.” Trent instructed.
“Yes Sir,” Greg replied heading out.
“Can I help with anything, Pop?” Paul asked.
“Sure,” Trent smiled, “Would you mind finishing chopping the stuff for the salad? Everything is out on the island.”
“Happy to,” Paul said and began his task. “David - I mean Dad, told me he restores antiques for a living… what do you do Pop?”
“I’m a plastic surgeon,” Trent said. “I guess you could say I restore things too.” He chuckled at his own joke.
“I guess that makes sense,” Paul said, “Everyone and everything in this house is so beautiful.”
Trent saw the look of self-doubt wash over the boy’s face and decided to change the subject, “Do you like to cook?”
“I love it… it’s pretty much the only thing I’m good at.”
“Well it’s not the only thing apparently,” Trent joked, causing Paul’s ears to turn beet red. “Paul, I want you to know that everyone in this house enjoys sex, with each other and other people. I want you to feel free to enjoy yourself as much as you want, but I also hope you know that you never have to do anything you don’t want to do, or don’t feel like doing.”
“Thank you, for saying that, for all of this.” Paul answered.
Over dinner David explained the rules of the house to Paul, “You’re Pop and I expect you to keep your room tidy and help around the house when asked. Physical fitness is important in this house, so you’ll start training with your brother regularly and take better care of your overall appearance.”
“My stylist is picking you up tomorrow to get your haircut and take you shopping,” Trent added.
“A friend of ours is headmaster at Chilton Academy, I’ll reach out to him tomorrow about getting you enrolled so you can finish school,” David continued, “You can also help me at my shop or assist your Pop in the clinic after school.”
Paul dreaded the idea of going back to school, but he was willing to do whatever it took to not screw up this lush new life that he’s stumbled into “Yes Sir.”
After dinner Greg asked if he could show Paul his playroom.
“Clear the table first and put the dishes in the sink for Mario” David instructed, “Then we can all meet in the playroom.”
After they’d cleared the dishes Greg led Paul down the hall to a room with a red light shining over the door. “If the lights on it means the room is in use and not to enter unless you were invited by whoever is in there,” Greg said, “I guess Dad and Pop are already inside waiting for us.” Greg opened the door for Paul, “After you little brother.”
The room was dimly lit as Paul took in the site of an impressive collection of sex slings, padded benches, stocks and wooden crosses with chains dangling from them. One wall had several shelves of paddles, whips and a huge assortment of sex toys, another was lined with mirrors and a third with display screens streaming homemade porn. Dad and Pop were each standing naked on either side of a sling. Paul was consumed with lust staring at Dad’s large, strong hairy body. The 53 year-old daddy stood tall a 6’3”, as usual his shaggy gray hair was combed back, accentuating his receding hairline. His strong jaw was freshly shaved and his dark brown eyes, lined with wrinkles glistened with lust. His large, strong, darkly tanned body bulged with muscles but wasn’t overly defined and was covered with a thick mat of gray chest hair. He was gently groping the massive 10 inch cock at the top of his thick, strong legs.
Paul’s gaze wandered over to Pop, who’s classically beautiful face and fair complexion was a stark contrast to his rugged husband. At 6 '7”, Pop was taller than Dad, but not as beefy- his own large well defined muscles were cut to perfection, and there was a light amount of ginger hair on his strong, chiseled chest. Pop’s cock was only 6 inches, but it was incredibly girthy, it looked almost as thick as a beer can and Paul gasped at how anyone could be so thick.
“Both of you, take off your clothes and kneel before your Daddies,” David instructed.
“Yes Sir,” Greg said, already taking off his clothes. He quickly kneeled before David and put his hands behind his back, causing his back and shoulder muscles to flex impressively. Paul undressed and felt incredibly self-conscious staring at the three gorgeous, well-endowed men. At 18 years-old, a short 5’6” with a thin, scrawny build and a small 5 inch cock, he felt completely out of place.
“Come and kneel next to your brother, son,” David prompted. Paul knelt next to Greg, in front of Trent, and stared up at his overly-large balls and obscenely thick beer-can cock. “Good boy,” David said, “But next time I give an instruction you need to follow without hesitation.”
“Yes Sir,” Paul mumbled.
Tent leaned down and tilted Paul’s chin up, staring into the boy’s beautiful green eyes. “There’s no need to be self-conscious, son. Your brother will have you in shape in no time, and anything you’re not happy with about yourself, I can fix. Now, be a good boy and show me how well that mouth of yours can handle a fat cock.”
Paul smiled and licked his lips, he may not feel confident about his looks, but he excelled at handling cock. He took the fat dick in one hand and began running his tongue around the huge head, tasting his Pop’s precum, then he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the overly-fat, hard cock half-way down.
“Good boy!” Trent moaned.
“Holy shit,” Greg echoed.
“I think he has a double-jointed jaw,” Trent said to David.
“I told you he was special,” David grinned, then turned his attention to Greg, “Come one son, my dick isn’t going to suck itself.”
Greg pulled his attention from the sight of his scrawny little brother impressively sucking his Pop’s fat dick and began sucking on his Dad’s 10 inch snake, coughing some as he got the cock halfway down his throat.
“Maybe you can get some pointers from your baby brother,” David smirked, gripping Greg’s curly brown hair and forcefully pumping his cock into the 25 year-olds mouth, causing him to choke a bit more. Paul pulled his mouth off of Trent’s cock, giving his jaw a chance to relax, and moved to suck on his Pop’s heavy balls, glancing over to watch his brother struggle as his Dad fucked his face with at a steady pace.
“Yeah baby boy, suck on my balls,” Trent moaned, thumping his fat cock on Paul’s forehead. Paul sucked on the huge balls a bit more, desperately wanting all of the hot cum inside of them, then moved his mouth back to sucking on Pop's cock.
“That’s enough son,” David said to Greg. “Go work on loosening up your brother’s hole.”
“Yes Sir,” Greg smiled, then crawled behind Paul on his hands and knees, spread the young boy’s cheeks and began swirling his tongue over his little brother’s tight pucker.
Paul moaned onto Pop’s cock as he felt his brother’s tongue thrust and lap at his hole. He felt David’s long, hard cock thump in the face as his Dad’s deep voice said “My turn son.” Paul switched to sucking his Dad’s cock, swallowing it down, while doing his best to stroke his Pop’s dick, all the while in sheer heaven over the sensation of his brother greedily tonguing his hole. “Look at our beautiful boys,” David moaned.
“So fucking hot,” Trent echoed before leaning over to kiss David deeply, their tongues swirling around each other.
Paul lost track of time as he switched his mouth back and forth, sucking his two daddies’ cocks while his brother ate his hole. At some point heard David’s deep voice say, “Come on son, let’s get you in the sling.” He felt David’s strong arms lift him up effortlessly and lay him on his back in the sling. He adjusted himself and felt Trent secure two leather cuffs around his wrists, while David secured his right ankle, and Greg secured his left. “How’s that feeling son?” David asked. Paul saw that the porn playing on the screens earlier had been replaced by four live feeds, each a different angle of him in the sling surrounded by his new family. “You okay son?” David asked, with a bit of concern in his voice.
Paul grinned, buzzing with excitement at the view of himself on the monitors splayed out before the three men. “I’m great, Dad,” He said, “Please let me have more cock, I need it!”
“That’s my boy,” David praised as he shoved his cock down the young boy’s throat. Greg stood on the other side of Paul so that the boy could stroke and suck his Dad’s 10 inch cock and his older brother’s 9 inch cock at the same time, while Trent spread some lube on the young boy’s hole and began working him open with his fingers, first one, quickly followed by another. Paul was in heaven.
“Do you think your ass can handle this fat cock as well as your mouth did son?” Trent asked as he worked a third finger into Paul’s hole. “It’s a lot… not many guys can handle it.”
Paul stopped long enough to say “I’ll do my best Pop,” then returned to greedily sucking on the two cocks.
“Get the rag son,” David said to Greg. Greg stepped away and David plunged his cock down Paul’s throat, filling it completely, and cutting off Paul’s air supply. Paul struggled against the chains of the sling, choking on the massive cock, starting to panic. Suddenly he felt his dad pull his cock out of his throat and Paul gasped for air, as Greg covered his mouth with a rag soaked in chemicals. Paul huffed the fumes of the rag and felt a wave of dizziness come over him. He barely registered the feel of Trent pulling the three thick fingers out of his ass; then he screamed into the rag as he felt his Pop begin to work his enormously fat cock into his ass, stretching his hole wider than it had ever gone.
“Oh fuck yes, son take my fat cock!” Trent moaned, sinking into the boy.
“That’s it boy,” David said, removing the rag from Paul’s mouth and shoving his cock back down his throat.
“Holy shit,” Greg said, picking up a camera and filming his two dads double-teaming his little brother.
Paul felt the buzz from the rag slowly lift from his mind as Trents fat dick thrust into his hole, stretching it beyond his limits, while David fucked his face with a slow, steady pace, causing drool to run down his cheeks. He looked back at the screens and saw four views of himself, his hole stretched over Pop’s fat beer can cock; his slobbery face getting fucked by his hairy older dad, while his gorgeous muscled brother filmed the scene. Paul was overcome with pleasure, he felt his teenage balls tighten as his 5 inch boy cock shot a load onto his smooth stomach.
“He’s coming!” Greg yelped.
“Oh fuck,” Trent moaned, “squeeze daddy’s cock son! You’re gonna make me nut!”
“Good boy,” David cheered, “Take your pop’s load.”
“I’m cumming!” Trent cried out, grabbing the chains of the sling and slamming his cock into Paul’s hole, pumping it full of thick ropes of cum.
“I’m next, son,” David said, pulling his cock out of Paul’s mouth and moving over to stand behind the boy. Paul felt his hole gape and clench as Trent pulled his cock out.
Trent pulled a padded bench next to the sling and laid face down next to Paul. He leaned close and kissed his new son’s sweaty, slobbery face. “You did so good son, you’re so fucking special.” Paul kissed his pop passionately, then moaned into the tall handsome man’s mouth as he felt his dad’s 10 inch cock slide into his cum-filled hole.
“God-damn, he’s already tightening up,” David murmured, sinking balls deep into the boy. “Greg put that camera down and fuck your Pop.”
“With pleasure,” Greg replied. He set down the camera, rubbed some lube on his 9 inch cock and then spread some on his muscle daddy's ass before slowly sinking into the ginger’s hole.
Trent broke away from kissing Paul, saying “Fuck me son, breed daddy’s hole!”
Paul watched in ecstasy as his gorgeous 25 year-old stud brother fucked his handsome 40 year-old pop. “That’s so fucking hot,” Paul moaned.
“You like that boy?” David asked, ramming his cock into the young boy’s hole, “You like watching your brother fuck you Pop while I fuck his cum into your hole?”
“Fuck yes, Daddy,” Paul moaned, “You feel so good fucking me!” I’m gonna cum again, don’t stop!”
“Fuck yeah son, cum again for Daddy!” David grunted.
“Fuck yes,” Greg moaned, doubling-over onto Trent’s back. “I’m close!”
“Uuughhhhh!” Paul moaned, shooting another load onto his stomach.
“Come in me son,” Trent moaned, “breed my fucking hole.”
“Shit, I’m cuming! Mmmm, ugghh!” Greg grunted, grabbing Trent’s hips and pumping him full of cum, then collapsing on top of him, exhausted.
“Good boy… good boy!” David moaned, “Daddy’s turn.” The older man fucked his son even faster, slaming into him, while griping the chains on the sling until he grunted loudly and exploded jet after jet of hot cum into the boy’s hole.” After his orgasim subsided and he caught his breath, David leaned down and kissed Paul gently, saying “Welcome to the family son.”
