Dad’s return from his work trip was a relief, a homecoming I’d been craving after my own four-week absence. The three of us—Malik, dad, and I—had already reconnected in the most intimate way. We didn't waste time; the reunion was as passionate as it was intense. We shed our clothes in a rush, our bodies craving the familiar touch after weeks apart. Dad took the lead, his kisses hungry and deep, moving between Malik and me, his hands exploring with the urgency of missed time. Malik and I shared him, our mouths and hands all over each other, a tangle of limbs and moans on the bed. The sex was raw, reconnecting us in the most primal way, a reminder of the bond we shared, setting the stage for the even wilder night to come.
But there was an unspoken hunger for more. More exploration, more connection, more fire. The house buzzed with anticipation. We’d invited Rex over, knowing his presence would amplify the energy in the house. When he arrived, there was no need for words. The air shifted, thick with desire, as we all stripped down, our bodies bare and ready for what was to come.
We settled on the couch, a tangle of limbs and heat. Rex, ever the alchemist of pleasure, leaned back with a sly grin. “Let’s try something different tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Mutual orgasm denial. Edging. Sucking. Rimming. We’ll take our time—make it last hours.”
The idea sent a jolt of electricity through me. Malik’s eyes darkened with lust, and dad let out a low chuckle, his broad chest shaking. “You’re a cruel one, Rex,” dad said, but there was a glint in his eye that showed his excitement.
Rex moved first, and he knelt in front of Malik. His hands on Malik’s thighs, spreading them wide. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate lineup of Malik’s hairy inner thigh. Malik’s breath hitched, his cock already hard and glistening. Rex didn’t rush. He teased, his tongue flicking over Malik’s hairy balls before finally taking the head of his cock into his mouth. Malik’s head fell back, a groan escaping his lips as Rex began to suck, slow and deliberate, his mouth working in a rhythm that had Malik trembling.
As I watched, sitting beside Malik, how Rex teased Maliks' cock, my own cock was throbbing. Dad shifted closer to me. His hand found my thigh, squeezing gently as he leaned in to whisper, “Your turn.” His breath was hot against my ear, and I shivered as his lips trailed down my neck. He moved down my body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire as he went down. When his mouth closed around my cock, I had to bite back a moan. Dad’s technique was masterful, his tongue swirling around the tip, his lips sucking just hard enough to drive me wild without pushing me over the edge.
Meanwhile, Rex was still working on Malik, his mouth moving with a skill that bordered on artistry. Malik’s hands gripped the couch cushions as he fought to hold back. “Fuck, Rex,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “You’re killing me.” Rex pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at Malik. “Good. That’s the point.”
Dad was working wonders on me, his mouth a perfect blend of pressure and release. The sensation was maddening. Each suck, each flick of his tongue sent me closer to the edge, only for him to pull back, leaving me panting and desperate. "Fuck.. I missed this cock for more than a month," dad repeated, his voice a low growl of satisfaction as he licked a long stripe from base to tip. "I missed your mouth," I said.
The room was an orchestra of moans and wet sounds, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Then Rex turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine as he crawled over to where dad was still sucking me off. Rex nudged dad aside gently, taking my cock into his mouth without hesitation. His tongue was relentless, dipping and swirling, driving me to the brink and then backing off, leaving me gasping.
Dad, never one to be left out, moved to Malik, his hands roaming over Malik’s muscular chest as he kissed him deeply. Their tongues tangled, their moans mixing as dad’s hand found Malik’s cock, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure. Malik broke the kiss, panting, “Fuck, I can’t take this.”
“Yes, you can,” dad murmured, his voice a low growl. “We’re just getting started.”
Rex, still working on me, reached over to Malik, his hand finding Malik’s cock and started stroking it. Malik and dad were lost in a deep wild kiss. Dad and Malik pulled apart from their kiss for a split second, just long enough for dad to hawk a thick wad of spit right into Malik’s open mouth, a dirty little gift that made Malik smirk. Then they smashed their lips back together, tongues wrestling, swapping that spit back and forth like it was nectar, their moans muffled but hungry as hell. The sensation of Rex’s mouth on me, paired with the sight of dad and Malik tangled together in a dirty wild kiss, was almost too much. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus on the pleasure without tipping over the edge.
Then Rex pulled off me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Your turn, give me your fucking cock big man..” he said to dad, his voice thick with desire. Dad broke away from Malik's kiss and stood up without hesitation. Rex's mouth closed around dad's cock, and dad’s head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as Rex’s tongue worked him with skilled precision. At the same time, I leaned toward Malik, who was still sitting on the couch, his rigid cock standing at attention. I took his dick into my mouth, savouring the salty taste of his arousal mixed with Rex's spit. The warmth and hardness of Malik's cock felt exhilarating, each pulse against my tongue sending shivers down my spine. I could hear dad's moans growing louder, the sounds of Rex's sloppy, eager sucking filling the room, adding to the erotic symphony. Malik's hands found my hair, guiding me, his voice a stream of vulgar encouragements, "Suck that cock, you little slut. Show me how much you've missed it." My mouth worked him, my tongue exploring every ridge, my hands massaging his balls, feeling them tighten with each lick.
As I was busy with Malik, dad knelt down, and Rex stood up. Now dad's mouth started to descend on Rex's huge black manhood with an eagerness that matched the hunger in the room. Rex's moans were like music, his words a dirty melody, "Yeah, take it all. Fuck yeah man.. Suck that big dick like you fucking own it.."
Then Malik dropped to his knees in front of me, his eyes locked on my hard cock like a man starved. I was sprawled on the couch, my legs spread wide, giving him full access. He wasted no time, his mouth engulfing my cock in one swift, hungry motion. "Fuck yeah Malik, suck that cock like you fucking mean it.." I groaned, the heat of his mouth enveloping me, his tongue swirling around my head before he took me deep. His head bobbed eagerly, spit-slicking my shaft, the sounds of his slurping filling the room like the filthiest music.
After a while, Rex moved to sit on the couch, his body language screaming for more. Dad, not missing a beat, leaned in, their mouths crashing together in a dirty kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Meanwhile, Malik pulled off me with a wet pop, and we both knelt before Rex like worshippers at the altar of his cock. Rex's cock was already slick with precum, and we didn't hesitate. Malik and I shared his shaft, our tongues meeting at the tip, licking and sucking in unison, creating a sloppy, wet symphony of pleasure. "Fuck, you two are such dirty little cocksuckers," Rex groaned. Dad edged his cock right up to Rex’s mouth, the tip hovering there, leaking precum. Rex didn’t waste a second. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. He sucked dad’s dick down like it was his damn job, tongue flicking the head before sliding deeper, hungry for every inch.
The sight of Malik and me, our mouths on Rex's cock, was filthy perfection. We alternated between sucking him deep and licking along his shaft, our tongues tangling over his balls, every now and then sharing a dirty, wet kiss around his cock. Rex was in heaven, his moans muffled by dad's cock, his hands occasionally reaching down to guide our heads, to push us deeper, to make sure we gave him everything. The smell of Rex was a mix of sweat, a day's worth of musk, and a unique primal aroma that only comes from a man in the throes of arousal. When I licked his balls, his intensified manly scent and musky tang filled my nostrils, making my head spin with desire. His balls were heavy, the skin slightly salty from sweat.
Dad, standing beside Rex, was enjoying the show as much as the feel of Rex's mouth, his own moans adding to the cacophony of lust. Rex was stuck right in the middle, his thick cock buried in our mouths while dad’s dick filled his own. Rex thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of giving and receiving oral sex, loving every second of being stuffed and sucked at the same time. The room was thick with the sounds of sucking, licking, and the raw pleasure of men giving and taking in equal measure.
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The rimming began next, pushing us into a new level of intimacy that had us teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Yet, we managed to hold back; our orgasms denied, but our pleasure amplified. "I wanna taste all of your fucking holes tonight," Rex declared with a predatory glint in his eye. He commanded all three of us to lay on our backs on the couch, which was large enough to accommodate all of us. We lifted our legs, giving him access, our bodies exposed and eager for his attention.
Rex dove in first to Malik, his tongue finding its mark with precision, licking in broad wet strokes before focusing on the rim, teasing his hairy hole with an agility that made Malik's breath hitch. "Fuck, Rex, your tongue is like a fucking magic wand," Malik hissed, his body tensing, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach, a testament to his arousal.
Rex then moved to dad, his tongue working with the same fervour, exploring every inch of dad's hole, making him moan. "Oh fuck, Rex..." dad groaned, the pleasure evident in his voice, his cock hard and throbbing.
Then it was my turn, Rex's tongue finding my hole. The sensation was electric, his spit mixing with my own musk, creating a symphony of wet sloppy sounds. His tongue was indeed magic, moving with a skill that had me squirming, my cock aching for release.
But Rex wasn't content with just one taste; he switched between us several times, his tongue a relentless force of pleasure, driving each of us closer to the brink but never over. His technique was maddening, each lick, each plunge of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through us.
While Rex rimmed, we didn't stay still. The intimacy of the moment encouraged us to connect in other ways. Malik, in the middle, turned his head to kiss dad with a hunger that matched the intensity of the rimming. Their kiss was deep, tongues battling, a loud contrast to the softer, wet sounds of Rex's work. Then, Malik turned to me, our lips meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss, our tongues exploring each other while Rex continued his feast below. The room was alive with the sounds of our pleasure; the slick noises of Rex's rimming, the soft moans from being kissed, the heavy breathing of men on the edge, trying to hold back our loads.
After a while, Malik, his voice thick with lust, commanded, "Rex, come and take my spot." His tone left no room for argument. Rex, with a wicked grin, complied, slotting into the middle, ready to be the center of our dirty worship.
Malik then became the ringleader of this ass-eating circus, his tongue diving into Rex's hairy musky hole like he was trying to reach the other side. "Fuck, Malik, you're eating me like a fucking beast," Rex groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. He rimmed Rex deep, licking and slurping around the tight ring, groaning into it as he savoured Rex's raw manly taste. His hands spread Rex’s cheeks wide to get in there good. Malik then moved to dad, his tongue plunging in, the sounds of his licking loud and obscene. "You taste like fucking heaven babe," Malik growled, his tongue swirling around dad's rim, making him shudder. Then it was my turn, and Malik's tongue was relentless, diving into my ass with the same voracious hunger. "Fuck, you've got the sweetest hole, kiddo.." Malik taunted, his words vibrating against my skin, making my cock leak with desire.
Once Malik had his fill, it was dad's turn to play the rimming maestro. He started with me, his tongue working its magic, the sensation of his experienced tongue making my eyes roll back. "Fuck dad, eat that ass," I moaned, my voice breaking with the intensity. He then moved to Rex, whose moans became louder, more desperate. "Yeah big man, lick that fucking hole," Rex gasped, his body arching into dad's mouth. Finally, dad rimmed his husband, his tongue exploring with a familiarity that only years of connection could provide. "Malik, you've got the best damn ass," dad murmured, his breath hot against Malik's hairy hole.
Then it was my turn to taste the buffet before me. I started with Rex, my tongue pushing through his hair to find his tight hole, the taste of him like a real alpha man. Rex's ass tasted like a mix of raw masculinity and sweat, a musky, intoxicating flavour that was both earthy and deeply arousing. "Fuck Rex, your ass is fucking delicious," I said, my tongue lapping at him eagerly. "Yeah, eat it well boy.. You fucking love it, ahh?" Then, moving to Malik, I could feel the heat of his body, his musk filling my senses as I delved in, tasting his hairy hole, the act so filthy and intimate. "Malik, you love this, don't you? you dirty bastard.." I taunted, knowing exactly how much he loved it. "Fuck yeah, kiddo.." he said with a moan. Finally, I rimmed dad, my tongue swirling around his hairy entrance, the taste of him a reminder of home, of our bond. "Dad, your ass is still tight as fuck," I grunted, my tongue pushing in, savouring the moment.
The room was a cacophony of moans, the wet sounds of rimming, and the dirty talk that fueled our lust, each of us taking turns to explore, to taste, to drive each other wild with pleasure. Our bodies were a playground of desire. But the real test came when we moved to fucking, the promise of the night's theme of edging and denial, making every thrust and every penetration a test of endurance.
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Rex was the first to break the cycle, and we all stood up, the anticipation thick in the air. He moved to fuck Malik in doggy style right on the carpet of the living room. Positioning himself behind, his cock was hard and ready, sliding into Malik with a groan that reverberated through the space. "Fuck, you're tight, Malik.. You love this fucking cock, don't you?" Rex taunted, his thrusts starting slow, teasing, before gaining speed, each one deep and deliberate, making Malik moan like a man possessed.
Meanwhile, dad started to fuck me in missionary on the couch, his eyes on the action between Rex and Malik, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his husband getting fucked by another man. After a few minutes, dad released his cock from my hole and moved behind Rex, his hands on Rex's hips, guiding himself into Rex. The sight of dad fucking Rex while Rex fucked Malik was like watching a live porn scene unfold. "Fuck, Rex, you feel so good around my cock," dad growled, his movements syncing with Rex's, forming a fuck train that was mesmerizing to witness.
I felt an intense urge to position myself behind dad. My cock found his ass with ease, the familiarity of our connection making the entry smooth, the tightness a delicious contrast. "Dad, you're still as tight as ever," I said, my voice strained with pleasure, my thrusts matching the rhythm of our chain, the pleasure building but never quite reaching its peak due to our mutual promise of denial.
The room was filled with the sounds of our lust; the slap of skin, heavy breathing, and dirty talk. "Fuck, this is the best damn orgy," Rex panted, his words punctuated by thrusts into Malik, who was now a mess of pleasure, his face contorted in ecstasy.
We switched; the dynamics changed like fluid. Malik started to fuck me in doggy style, his cock filling me, his hands pulling me back onto him, his voice rough with desire, "Take it, you dirty little fuck. You love being fucked by me, don't you?" I could only moan in response, the pleasure was intense, but the release was denied. Our bodies were glistening with sweat. Then dad positioned himself behind Malik, fucking him, while Rex took his place behind dad, creating another link in our fuck chain.
After breaking the chain, Rex and Malik sprawled on the ground, their cocks hard and glistening with anticipation. Dad and I took charge, squatting over them, feeling their cocks slide into us with a delicious stretch. "Fuck, take control, you dirty sluts.." Rex growled as we started to ride. Our asses started bouncing, the control now ours. I felt Malik's cock deep inside me, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body, my own cock hard and leaking. Dad was riding Rex with a rhythm that matched my own, our bodies moving in sync, the sounds of our moans filling the room.
We switched, the lust driving us, our bodies slick with sweat. I moved over to Rex, his cock feeling different, thicker, stretching me in new ways. "Ride that cock well, you little bastard..," Rex hissed, his hands on my hips, guiding me up and down. While his cock was deep inside me, I leaned down, our lips meeting in a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues clashing in a battle of lust. As I kissed him, I couldn't resist the allure of his manly scent; so I took a deep whiff of his manly pits. Sensing my desire, Rex cupped his hands behind his head, exposing those hairy musky armpits to me. With him giving me full control, I rode him harder, the scent of his sweat and manliness driving me wild, each breath I took laced with his essence, spurring me on to ride him with even more vigor.
Dad was riding Malik’s thick cock, his hairy ass slamming down with every thrust. His low deep moans rumbled through the room, each sound soaked in raw pleasure. The ecstasy was unrelenting, a constant surge that never let up. His guttural groans roared out how much he craved his husband’s fat dick, every bounce driving his bliss louder and clearer, a filthy symphony of lust echoing off the walls.
“I'm close, I can’t—” I gasped, my voice was breaking. “Yes, you can,” Rex growled, his hands tightening on my hips. “We’re not done yet.” I tried my best not to shoot my load while fully enjoying Rex's 8-inch manhood deep inside me.
Then dad moved from Malik and laid down himself on the floor, his cock standing at attention. He hinted at Rex with his fingers. I moved from Rex and lowered myself on Malik's rigid cock. Rex, with a hungry look, positioned himself over dad, sitting down on his cock with a groan that was almost animalistic. "Fuck man, your cock feels like heaven," Rex moaned, starting to move, his ass taking dad's cock deep. Malik glued his eyes to the scene while I was enjoying Malik's thick 7-inch manhood. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside me. I used my hands on Malik's hairy chest to balance myself. My fingers found their way to Malik's nipples, stimulating them through the thicket of chest hair. His nipples were hard and sensitive, and as I tweaked and pinched them. Malik's moans grew louder, and his pleasure intensified by the sight of Rex and dad going at it. His reactions were music to my ears, adding another layer of eroticism to the already-charged atmosphere.
After a while, the scene shifted again; now Malik moved to ride dad's cock, his body rising and falling, his moans a testament to the pleasure. I got into a doggy position, my ass in the air, and Rex was right there, his cock sliding into me with a force that made me see stars. "Yeah, take it, you dirty little fuck.." Rex grunted, his thrusts hard, fast and powerful, each one pushing me closer to the edge, the room spinning with the intensity of our fucking.
Then, we formed another fuck train, now dad at the front, his ass taking Malik's cock like he was born for it. "Honey, Fuck me hard, make me feel every inch," dad commanded, his voice rough with desire. I was behind Malik, my cock buried in his tight ass, the sensation of him around my dick almost too much to bear. "Fuck, Malik, your ass is so fucking good," I groaned, my thrusts matching the rhythm set by Malik and dad. "Fuck yeah, you like fucking my hole, ah? you dirty fucker.." Malik said with a mischievous grin. Behind me, Rex was the anchor, his cock plunging into me with each thrust, creating a ripple effect of pleasure through our chain. "Take that cock, you fucking slutty boy," Rex taunted, his words fueling the fire of our shared ecstasy.
Finally, the tension could be maintained no longer. We decided to break our rules, the edge too intense to prolong. Malik, his voice hoarse, declared, "Fuck the rules, I need to cum." We all agreed, and the urgency was visible. Rex, still inside me, picked up his pace, and his thrusts became harder and faster, pushing me towards the edge.
Malik, now his cock deep in dad's, was the first to break. His orgasm exploded out of him, his cum flooding dad's ass with a loud and primal yell, triggering a chain reaction of climaxes.
Rex couldn't hold back after witnessing Malik's orgasm. His cock pulsed inside me, his cum shooting hot and thick ropes, mixing with the sweat and heat of our bodies, filling me up like a damn cum bucket. Feeling him unload in me was the final straw. I couldn't hold back. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my cock erupting, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into Malik's welcoming hairy ass.
Dad, caught in the middle of our cum fest, feeling the cascade of climaxes, let go with a roar. His own release painted the carpet in ropes of cum, a messy and satisfying end to our session. The room was a symphony of moans, grunts, and the wet sounds of our shared ecstasy, each of us lost in the pure, unadulterated pleasure of our climaxes.
We all collapsed on the floor, a tangle of satisfied bodies, our breaths mingling in the warm, intimate air. Our skin was slick with sweat, a testament to the night's passionate exploration and boundary-pushing. It had been an evening of deep connection, where love and lust intertwined in the most profound ways.
Dad and Malik, with tender affection, began to kiss and cuddle, their closeness a beautiful sight. On the other side, Rex and I drew close, our bodies finding comfort in each other's embrace, our kisses soft and loving. After a few minutes, dad and Malik, hand in hand, made their way to the bathroom for a shower, their laughter echoing back to us.
Rex and I stayed on the floor, enveloped in the quiet intimacy of the moment. I breathed in the raw, natural scent of his sweat while kissing his lips and neck, finding comfort in his essence. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, an act so caring and loving; it spoke volumes. We didn't need words; we simply hugged each other, content in our silence, waiting until dad and Malik returned from their shower.
When they came back, their faces glowed with happiness and satisfaction. Then Rex and I headed to the bathroom for our own intimate shower. As the warm water cascaded over us, we were already mentally planning our next night of shared passion, knowing that this connection was something special we'd want to explore again.
