Time passed, and the dynamic in our house evolved into something beautiful. Dad, Malik (my stepdad) and I indulged in amazing threesomes at least a couple of times every week, finding time within our busy work schedules. Our bond grew stronger with each shared moment of pleasure. Even though Malik was my stepdad on paper, he was only 14 years older than me, so the gap wasn’t a big deal. It made us tight, more like buddies than anything else, always kicking it together like we were on the same wavelength.
We also started to welcome Rex (Malik's friend) into our home for unforgettable sexual encounters. His busy work schedule during the week meant our gatherings were reserved for weekends, a day we all kept free just for him. Rex would arrive on Saturday afternoon, and he would stay with us until Sunday morning or afternoon, leading to countless hours of uninhibited sex. We didn't bother with clothes; we revelled in our nudity, moving seamlessly between threesomes, foursomes, or one-on-one sessions with Rex, exploring every possibility our desires could conjure.
Both Dad and Malik love to get pounded by Rex's 8-inch black monster cock, their moans like a symphony of pleasure. After hanging with Rex, he's not just the top he used to be; Rex has turned into a versatile slut. Now, Rex isn't just dishing it out; he wants to get fucked by all of us, craving to feel our cocks in his ass, eager to experience the raw, submissive side of sex and broaden our fuck fests.
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I started a new job. Two months into my new job, I was whisked away for a 4-week training period to the UK. I missed out on all the wild antics that undoubtedly unfolded back home with Malik, my dad, and Rex. I was very sad to leave them, but they encouraged me to seize this opportunity as it would help me climb the ladder in my career. I was away from home for 4 weeks, and I felt it was like a neverending eternity.
A few days before my return, my dad had to leave town to visit a relative, which meant Malik was the one to greet me at the airport. The moment we saw each other after those long four weeks, we embraced in a hug that lasted a few minutes, the absence making our reunion all the more intense.
The moment Malik’s lips met mine in the car, it was like the dam holding back 4 weeks of pent-up desire burst open. His tongue pressed against mine, hot and demanding, his hands gripping the back of my neck to keep me close. I could taste the faint bitterness of coffee on his breath, mixed with something unmistakably him—musky, primal, and entirely intoxicating.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I groaned between breaths, my hands sliding over his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. He pulled back just enough to smirk at me, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.
“Missed what? My mouth or my cock?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine.
I chuckled, leaning in to nip at his lower lip. “Both, you arrogant bastard. But mostly your cock. I haven’t had anything up my ass in weeks.”
Malik laughed, the sound deep and resonant, before letting go of me reluctantly so we could drive home. The entire ride, I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him, my eyes trailing over the way his muscles rippled under his tight shirt as he adjusted the steering wheel. My fingers twitched with the urge to touch him, but I held back, knowing we’d have time once we got home.
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When we finally arrived, Dad wasn’t there, and the house felt eerily quiet without its usual chaos. It was just the two of us now, and the air between us crackled with unspoken tension. After dinner, I retreated to my room, stripped down to my underwear and collapsed onto the bed. Exhaustion washed over me, and I dozed off almost instantly.
I woke up to the sight of Malik standing beside my bed, wearing nothing but a jockstrap that barely contained his thick bulge. His body was a work of art—every muscle defined, his skin glistening slightly under the soft glow of my bedside lamp. I blinked up at him, still half-asleep, but my body was already responding, my cock stirring in my briefs.
“Hey bud, you dozed for like an hour,” Malik said, his voice warm but tinged with amusement.
I rubbed my eyes, stretching lazily. “Yeah, I was tired from all the hassle of air transportation.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. “We really missed you,” he admitted, his tone softer now, more sincere.
I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “But I guessed you had company while I wasn’t here.”
“You mean Rex?” Malik asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck yeah, dude,” I replied, laughing. “How could you miss me when you had him around?”
Malik leaned closer, his face inches from mine. “Yeah, we had Rex every Saturday. But kiddo, you are you. You can’t be replaced by anyone. Without you, our family isn’t complete.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, raw and honest in a way that made my chest tighten. Without thinking, I grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. His stubble scratched against my skin, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken as our tongues tangled together. When we finally broke apart, I was panting, my mind hazy with lust.
“Malik, I want you to fuck me tonight,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
He grinned, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “That’s why I’m here.. haha. Also, your dad instructed me to make you—and your ass—happy.”
I rolled my eyes, playfully shoving him. “Shut up, man.”
“I can prove it,” Malik said, taking his phone from the bedside table and showing me a text from Dad. It read: Kiddo hasn’t probably had sex for all these 4 weeks. So, fuck his ass good tonight.
I snorted, shaking my head. “Dad knows me too well.”
“Damn right he does,” Malik agreed, his hand sliding down to squeeze my thigh. “So, ready to let me take care of that needy hole of yours?”
In response, I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands roaming over his hairy body as if I were trying to memorize every inch of him. We didn’t bother with words after that. Malik’s jockstrap came off quickly, revealing his fully erect cock, thick and veined, pre-cum already glistening at the tip. I groaned at the sight, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him again.
Malik, with a mischievous grin, held his jockstrap up to my face. "Fuck, Malik, this jockstrap smells so damn good. It really smells like you," I said, my senses overwhelmed by the musky, potent scent. Malik chuckled, "I wore this the whole day yesterday and also when I went to the gym. It also has some precum and cum stains from when I jerked off last night." I think he intentionally did it to give me a surprise. He knows how much I love his raw musky scent.
As I inhaled deeply, savouring his raw, masculine aroma, Malik leaned in to find my nipples. His tongue and lips worked magic, sending shivers down my spine while I was lost in the intoxicating scent of the jockstrap he wrapped around my face.
After that, I buried my face in Malik's hairy armpits, inhaling and licking, even though he hadn't hit the gym due to picking me up from the airport. His musk wasn't as potent as usual, but there was still a delightful, slightly ripe sweatiness to his pits that I adored. I revelled in his scent for what felt like an eternity, having missed his man musk during my weeks away. Moving on, I began to suck on his hairy nipples, knowing how sensitive they were, just like mine. Malik's moans filled the air as I licked and sucked, each touch sending waves of pleasure through his body.
“Fuck, Malik, you’re so fucking hard,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his shaft and giving it a few slow strokes. He hissed, his hips bucking into my grip, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to lick the salty bead of pre-cum from his slit.
“Fuck, I missed that fucking mouth of yours,” Malik growled, threading his fingers through my hair and guiding my head lower. I took him in eagerly, savouring the familiar weight and taste of him on my tongue. His groans filled the room, spurring me on as I sucked him deeper, my cheeks hollowing with each pull.
When he finally pulled away, I was left panting, my cock straining painfully against my underwear. Malik, with no hesitation, yanked them off, tossing them aside, before pushing me down onto my back. He then positioned himself, sitting on my face, presenting his increasingly hairy hole to me. "Malik, your hole is getting hairier and hairier." I gasped out. "Fuck, I love how it looks." Malik responded with a simple, "It's all yours," giving me full permission to indulge in the taste and texture of his musky, hairy hole.
While I buried my face in his hairy ass, my tongue diving deep into that sweaty hole, Malik leaned forward, and his mouth engulfed my throbbing cock. He sucked my cock like a starved man, his lips tight around my shaft, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum that was leaking like a faucet. My moans were muffled by his ass as I rimmed him, the taste of his manliness mixing with the sensation of his expert blowjob, creating a loop of raw, animalistic pleasure that had us both in a frenzy of lust.
I spread my legs wide, an open invitation, and Malik didn't waste a second. His mouth found my hole with precision, his tongue beginning its exploration. Now, we were locked in a 69, rimming each other simultaneously, our tongues delving deep, tasting, teasing, and driving each other wild with pleasure.
By the time his tongue started circling my entrance, I was trembling. My body was a live wire of anticipation. Malik's technique was nothing short of flawless; his tongue probed and teased, working me open with a relentless precision that had me on the edge. I let out loud moans, my fingers gripping his hairy ass while my own tongue delved deep into his hole, matching his fervour with my own.
“Fuck, Malik, your tongue…feels so good,” I managed to gasp, my voice breaking on the last word. He responded by pressing his tongue deeper, making me cry out as pleasure shot through me.
When he finally deemed me ready, I stayed there, lying on my back. Malik lubed himself up and positioned his cock at my entrance. “Bud, you ready?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint. I nodded frantically, looking at his eyes, unable to form words. And then he pushed inside, stretching me wide, filling me in a way that made my vision blur. He started slow, giving me time to adjust, but soon the pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper until the only sounds in the room were the slap of skin against skin and our ragged breathing.
“Fuck, Malik, right there!” I shouted as he hit that spot inside me, the one that made my toes curl and my brain short-circuit. He grinned down at me, sweat dripping from his brow, and kept hitting it relentlessly, driving me crazy. Malik was sweating like buckets of sweat, his scent filling the air, intoxicating me further.
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Suddenly, his phone rang amidst our fucking. It was my dad calling to check if everything had gone smoothly at the airport. Malik, still inside me, switched to a video call, showing dad exactly what was happening.
Malik: "Honey, I'm doing what you wanted me to do. He is like a hungry slut tonight."
Me: "Yeah dad, I didn't have any cock in my ass for weeks. I wish you both could fuck me tonight."
Dad: "Malik will take care of you tonight, kiddo."
Me: "I know dad."
Malik: "Honey, you should be here to plow this fucking hungry hole. It's begging for more than just one cock."
Dad: "Fuck, I know. That's so frustrating. I missed you, kiddo. You must be aching for a good double fuck."
Me: "Fuck yeah dad.."
Malik positioned his phone on the night table beside the bed so that dad could see us properly. After a couple of minutes, I noticed dad was doing something.
Me: "Dad, are you jerking off while watching us?"
Dad: "Hell yeah, why the fuck not? You two are having all the fun while I'm stuck here. Ha-ha!"
Malik: "Nice, babe. Show us how much you're enjoying this."
Malik kept fucking me while talking with dad.
Dad: "Look, I'm so fucking hard right now." Dad showed us his hard cock.
Me: "Dad, I promise.. Once you are back, you can have my ass for days. I'll let you pound me until you're fucking exhausted.."
Everyone burst into laughter at the thought, the tension easing into a shared moment of crude affection.
Dad: "I have to go now... I will nut before going to bed thinking about you two. Now have more fun, my babes. Make the most of that hungry ass."
Me: "Ok dad, good night."
Malik: "Love you, honey."
Dad hung up the phone.
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After the call ended, Malik continued to fuck me with a relentless passion for another solid 10 minutes. It was clear he needed a good fuck, especially with dad being out of town for 5 days. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, the intensity building until, without warning, he pulled out, his cock visibly throbbing. Before I could even say a word, he moved quickly, straddling my chest and positioning his pulsing cock right at my mouth. I opened my mouth eagerly, taking him in as deep as I could. He came with a roar, his cum flooding my mouth, savouring the salty tang of him.
We began to swap his cum load, snowballing it between us, the act making me even hornier and hard. We exchanged it three or four times, the taste of his cum mixed with our saliva tasted so good. Finally, he swallowed the mixture, his own load now seasoned with our spit.
"Bud, I know you didn't fuck anyone for a while. Now it's your time to fuck my hole and shoot into my ass," he urged.
While I lay on my back, he took my cock into his mouth, sucking me for a few intense minutes, getting me hard and ready. Then, he positioned himself above me, his hole aligning with my eager cock. He pressed down, taking me inside inch by inch until I was fully inside him. Fuck, the sight of Malik riding my cock was incredibly hot, his muscles flexing with each movement. His hairy hole gripped me perfectly, the sensation overwhelming.
Malik rode my cock with an expertise that left me breathless, his muscular thighs clenching as he lifted and dropped, each movement deliberate and sensual. I had witnessed Malik riding both my dad's and Rex's cocks before, his prowess in taking control undeniable. But this was the first time he rode me, and the experience was uniquely intense, marked by a personal connection that added an exhilarating layer to our encounter. His hairy hole swallowed my length, his ass cheeks flexing, showcasing his power and control. He moved in a rhythm that was both punishing and tantalizing, his hands on my chest for balance, his eyes locked with mine, transmitting pure lust. His body was a symphony of motion. Each thrust down made his abs ripple and his sweaty pecs bounce, the sight alone nearly enough to push me over the edge.
When I finally came, it was with a shout, my body arching off the bed as I released deep inside him, the sensation of filling his tight, warm ass sending waves of pleasure through me.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, the evidence of our exertion. Malik collapsed forward onto my chest, my cock slowly softening inside him. Our breaths mingled, heavy and warm, filling the room with the sound of our post-coital panting. We stayed like that for a minute, basking in the afterglow, his weight on me comforting, our skin sticking together, the scent of sex and sweat enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy.
“Welcome home, bud,” Malik murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, I knew I was exactly where I belonged.
