Alex’s Perspective
It had been a rough couple of months and we really needed this! Adam and I had both been working our asses off, and hadn’t had a vacation since New Year’s… don’t even ask when the last time we went out and ‘played’ was. But sadly, Adam recently found himself with a lot of time on his hands. When we first met, he had just finish serving his four year active-duty commitment in the Marines. When it was over, he didn’t reup, instead he went to work for the VA. Suddenly, now, a decade later, he found himself unemployed without warning, without explanation, and without benefits. They sent him an email letting know he was terminated. A fucking email after almost ten years! It threw a total wrench into our world, he and a bunch of colleagues were pursuing legal avenues, but that just added to the stress. It hit him hard, he felt used and useless… the poor guy deserved a break.
When we heard all the guys were going to Disney with the kidlets, we decided to tag along… we’d had some awesome fun in Orlando in the past, so why the hell not. Right? The next thing we knew, half of Phoenix was horning in on the Westin-Nicholls family trip to Disney. There were a crapload of people (and kids) going, and Seth’s mother in-law had organized the fuck outta everything. She had gotten them all Airbnb’s together, I talked to her and ended up booking something walking distance, but far enough away that we didn’t bother them; our idea of fun was way different from our friends with kids. So, here’s where I admit that me and Adam are less about kids and more about self-indulgence. Hey, don’t get me wrong or look at me like I’m a bad guy, I absolutely love all our friends’ kids, I also love sex… sex with Adam, sex with friends, sex with strangers, sex with twinks, sex with daddies, sex with Adam, friends, strangers, twinks, and daddies all at the same time (and a hell of a lot more). I think you get the picture.
Kevin and Randy are my connection to all the people on the trip. I had met the two of them over a decade ago. The first time I met Kevin I was on my knees sucking a huge, curved, German cock through a glory hole at FlexSpas. Kev was just starting to deal with his sexuality back then, he wasn’t out; enter me . My red hair got his attention as it tended to do (actually, it was more likely my red pubes… red pubes are like catnip to horny gay boys). Anyway, we played at the bathhouse, then we went on a date where I introduced him to some light BDSM play. He liked it and came back for more… but that’s when it got complicated. His friend Randy caught us at Kev’s house in the hot tub (which btw is now mine and Adam’s house and hot tub), he hadn’t come out to Randy yet. As it turns out, Randy hadn’t come out to Kev yet either. Well, I told you I love sex with strangers, and um… well, I had already met Randy at a video store. We sucked each other off through a glory hole in the booths (are you seeing a pattern yet). Anyway, I got the two closeted friends into a threesome, after that they started dating, and I met Adam (who is way less relationshippy and a way better fit for me) at the bathhouse. We all became friends, Kev and Randy got married (we even stood up at the wedding), and the rest is history.
So, now you got a little background, here it is like a dozen years later, we’re still great friends. We accumulated more friends and family along the way, and now we were on a family vacation with like fifty people at Disney World. We had spent the last two days in the parks with the families, but all the kidless gay boys ditched the families after a day at Disney Hollywood Studios to go out looking for non-family-friendly-fun. Um, we found it! First, we went out for sushi, then hit a couple of lowkey bars where we ran into Brad’s dad and his boyfriend. Don’t get me started on these pricks. Brad’s Dad was a religious zealot who abused his kids in the name of the lord… he actually drugged and kidnapped Brad so he could get him into conversion therapy. Brad and Scotty ended up getting custody of his teenage brother’s and helpd them escape from their father. Listen, I know he had his reasons, his story, and the Westin brothers forgave him, but our group still didn’t completely trust him. Mark trusted him least of all. Mark actually led the investigation when he abducted Brad… Mark wanted him behind bars, but out of respect for our friends we all just gritted our teeth and bared him and his boyfriend, West (Best and West… ugh, even their names were annoying).
Anyway… we left the lowkey bar in search of some dirty, adult fun and ended up at this awesome, high-energy gay club that Adam and I had been to before; we knew the boy hunting was good. I have to say that I loved the hunt as much as the capture, but when me and Adam take off our shirts, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. With the combination of my red chest hair and Adam’s ex-Marine body we were in a class by ourselves. I always thought it was funny how the guys would flock to us when we started making out on the dancefloor. You’d think they’d be like ‘damn those two guys are goin’ home together!’ and back off, but reality was more like, ‘they’re hot. I know they want a third!’ and they would grind up against us. The would feel up Adam’s muscular chest, and look longingly into our eyes as they ran their fingers through my red hair (like I told you… catnip). Anything to work their way in and get us both… we were hot together and, yeah, we knew it. I know it sounds arrogant, but honestly, I have yet to meet the guy I can’t get, add Adam to the equation and we win the trifecta (or quadfecta, or groupfecta, or whateverfuckingfecta we’re in the mood for). Every. Damn. Time. Well, that night was no different, the shirts came off, and the boys came on to us. There was some amazing local talent there too! We danced with a shitload of guys, daddies, twinks, otters, a wolf, you name it, we danced with it.
At the end of the night we moved the party back to our place. Two hot little twinks started to follow us outta the club (Auntie Mo said we could keep ‘em), Mark and Jordy landed a couple of hot, furry otters, and Darren and Mauricio… well, let’s just say it took us forever to find them at the club. We all assumed they had had their fill at the club with the spicy Latino stallion they disappeared with (I’m sure we’d get details later). When we all got back to our place, it took all of about two minutes before we were drinking, and playing strip pool in the game room. The led to all of us naked, and splashing in the pool. Like I said, Mo and Darren had their fill at the club so they went up to bed just before the real fun started, and left the rest of us to play with the souvenirs we brought back from the club. We all piled into the hot tub… and I mean piled! Eight of us were a little more than the tub could handle, so the two otters sat up on the edge of the tub with their limp flags waving in the wind.
To my surprise, Jordy made the first move… he and Mark were the oldest in our group, and he was the most serious of our friends. The two guys were 50ish, Jordy was a lean, silver-fox type, he went down on one of those furry little fucks right in front of everyone. Then there’s Mark… the hot daddy cop type. Those two made 50 look hot as hell, especially Mark, I have seen that man in nothing but a police hat and boots shoving his nightstick into some hot, young, piece of ass he had handcuffed to a weight bench on more than one occasion… damn. Anyway, Mark followed Jordy’s lead while the rest of us watched the show for a little while… I couldn’t take it very long before I decided I needed to be part of the action, I lifted one of the twinks out of the water so he was standing on my thighs, I turned him around, he bent over and put his hands on one of the other guys across the tub for balance, and started eating his young, smooth ass (I didn’t know his name, and frankly I didn’t give a shit). I buried my tongue in his tight little pink hole, as I did, I was envisioning my thick, crimson cock splitting him in two.
“Fuck yeah, eat that ass, babe” Adam encouraged from my side with a primal growl. Then he commanded the other nameless twink, “get up here boy” and he followed my lead and ate that little ass like it was his last fucking meal. There I was, eating twink ass with my boyfriend while our friends devoured some fresh otter cock on the other side of the hot tub. Disney truly was the happiest place on earth.
I smacked the twink’s ass as I ate my fill, he moaned in painful pleasure, “fuck yeah. smack me daddy. Harder daddy” the twink begged, “Tie me up and fuck me” he wailed in the heat of the moment. His words weren’t lost in the bubbling of the water jets. Adam and I both heard him, we looked at each other and exchanged evil grins… we had a live one.
“You sure about that, boy?” I grumbled getting into my deep daddy voice.
“Yes Daddy, I want you to tie me up and fuck me” he responded. “Hard!”
“You too?” Adam asked his nameless twink who gave some response like ‘yes daddy, tie me up, spank me, fuck me hard’in a lust motivated whisper. Adam and I grinned at each other as we lifted the two twinks out of the tub, and dried them off with a couple of towels sitting on a shelf near the pool.
“That sounds fucking hot” Mark’s furry little otter friend said in a deep voice. “To the game room?” Mark asked as he looked at me and Adam.
“I’m game” Adam said as he looked at me with a smirk. I nodded… we had a plan. A little light BDSM group action in the game room.
After we were all dry, we brought our trophies to the game room confirming consent as we made our way there. Like I said, there was a big pool table in the middle of the game room, there were also a couple of leather couches and a big screen TV. Mark instantly streamed some orgy porn on the TV, and Adam ran up to our room to grab our toy bag from the suitcase (we had discreetly packed it in the middle of the bag we checked-in at the airport). The bag had cock rings, butt plugs, a couple of dildos, a 3-pack of poppers, and of course condoms and lube (we weren’t amateurs). Jordy snuck out for a few seconds and came back with their cock rings, a bottle of poppers, and a small bottle of lube (amateurs). We all watched as the couple lovingly put the rings on each other’s semi-hard tools… it was surprisingly hot as fuck.
I looked at all our clothes thrown all over the floor and started pulling belts from all the pants. My twink jumped up on the pool table without being prompted and lay spread eagle, face down with that amazing, freshly rimmed, bubble butt on full display. Adam and I went to work securing his arms and legs to the four legs of the sturdy pool table with the belts, all the while making sure he consented. If begging for it counts as consent, we got a rousing yes! “Spank my ass and fuck me, daddies. PLEASE” the boy moaned desperately. When he was securely tied down, I held a fresh bottle of poppers under his nose. He took a big whiff from each nostril; Adam took one side, me the other, and we began smacking his ass. The harder we smacked the more he begged. His ass was redder than my hair, but he wouldn’t let us stop smacking it. Mark had pulled himself onto the pool table and sat on his knees in front of the twink so his cock was at his mouth, the twink opened wide as he looked up at Mark. Mark took a hit from the poppers then throat fucked him as we spanked him. The boy was screaming and moaning around the hot cock in his mouth, loving every second of it.
Mark was roughly plunging in and out of him for a while. When the hit from the poppers wore off a little, Mark start to worry that he was hurting the twink… I could see it on his face. So, he stopped, pulled out and asked with concern in his deep voice, “are you okay, man?”
“No, I’m not, okay” the twink said gasping for air, so Mark backed off. “I won’t be okay until you fuck my throat harder, daddy” the twink yelled. “And somebody fuck my ass already!” While the three of us laughed, “and gimme another hit.” Mark held the bottle under his knows again and the twink went back down on his throbbing cue stick, (damn he was so thick and veiny). The twink didn’t stop until he choked himself on Mark, this boy came to play and he was in it to win it. Mark was loving it, he grabbed the twinks hair and fuck his face with gusto. The twink kept begging for more, well at least I think he did… hard to tell what he was saying this his mouth loaded with cock.
Meanwhile, Adam lubed up my cock, and helped me up onto the pool table; I took a hit from the little brown bottle then went balls deep with one, hard push. The skinny little btich squealed like a stuck pig around Mark’s cock, and Adam gave him another stinging smack on his ass. I looked down and couldn’t help but admire my member as I watched it move in and out of his skinny little ass… It looked like I was ripping him in two. Between that visual, the tightness of his hole, and the poppers kicking in, I was in mother fucking ecstasy.
While Mark and I spit roasted the fuck outta the little twink, Jordy was across the room on one of the couches busy with the other twink and the two otters. Jordy was the only bottom of the four of us, but he seemed happy as a pig in shit with two otters sucking his long, skinny cock and meaty balls while twink #2 straddled his chest and fed him his young, slender cock. The sounds and smells of man sex filled the room, it was game on! Our moans and groans drowned out the porn on the big screen TV (how the hell Mo and Darren were slept through all that, I’ll never know). It was fucking wild! I was so close to coming in his tight little ass, but decided to pull out instead and save my load for later. There was more ass in that room that needed sampling.
I hopped off the pool table, and I swear I was not out of that boy hole for more than two seconds when Adam hopped his beefy ass up there, took a hit from the poppers, and sunk his eight ball into that boys corner pocket, making him squeal around Mark’s cock again. I walked around the table and just took it all in. Adam’s smooth, beefy ass pounding in and out of the bound boy, and Mark holding him by the hair while his hairy ass drove his cock in and out of his mouth with unrelenting determination. I glanced over to the other side of the room where Jordy was getting spit roasted on the couch by a couple of otters, and twink #2 was walking toward us. Without a word, he knelt in front of me and took my red rocket down his throat. Holy fuck! I have had my share of great blow jobs over the years, but this kid knew what the fuck he was doing. His nose was buried in my red bush, his thumb and forefinger were tugging on my bright red balls, and his middle finger was teasing my pink hole. FUCK! He was working me like a pro when the twink tied to the table pulled off Mark’s cock and shouted, “I’m cumming!”
The twink on my cock stood up, ran to the pool table, pushed the other twinks hips up just enough to get access to his strained cock and took it in his mouth just in time to swallow his young, creamy load. Twink #2 sucked twink #1 DRY! Then he stood up, smacked the other guys ass, and said, “My turn!” We untied twink #1, and twink #2 hopped on the table to take his place. He got on his back, grabbed his ankles, pulled them behind his fucking ears (goddamn, to be young and flexible again), “Tie me up like this daddies” he said with a brilliant, anticipatory smile as if he knew he was in for the fuck of his young life. We obliged, and within a minute he was tied with his sweet, sweet, saaaweeeet twink ass up in the air. Mark exhaled a “Damn” as he crawled back up on the table, smacked that ass hard and dove in for the feast of a lifetime. That twink was whimpering and begging for cock as his ass became Mark’s midnight snack. Adam got on the table, crouched over #2 and relentlessly throat fucked him (I can tell you from experience that Adam as some power behind that Marine-built ass of his). I forced myself into the middle of it all and did my best to swallow his licorice whip, occasionally my lips met Mark’s as he ate that tight hole.
Mark asked the kid if he was ready to get fucked, “Hell yeah, Daddy. You first!” Well, that was all the encouragement Mark needed. He fucked the shit out of him and blew his load inside him. I was next, we untied him before I launched my red rocket in his ass. He was lying on his back on the pool table, I fucked him while twink #1 got on top of him in a 69. Adam got behind twink #1 and we fucked the two of them relentlessly as they sucked each other dry. They both shot and swallowed each other’s loads while Adam and I unloaded in their tight asses. The session ended with the two otters and Jordy shooting their loads on the two twinks as they cleaned each others dicks. When we were all spent, we jumped back in the pool and let the chlorine do its thing. We had a couple more cocktails before we all passed out in the game room, all the guys ended up spending the night.
The next morning, Mauricio came into the game room (naked) and found us all sprawled out on the couches and on the floor. He clutched his imaginary pearls, shook his head, and said, I aint cleanin’ this up, and you all are makin’ your own damn breakfast. Then he turned heel and went back in the kitchen to make coffee while our guests got dressed and did the walk of shame to their vehicles. It was a fun night of dirty, raunchy sex… just what me and Adam needed to forget about all the bullshit going on.
We had breakfast then hung out around the pool for the rest of the morning before we showered and faced the day. We made lunch at our place, then, after nap time (the little kids nap time, not ours… although I could’ve used a nap), we went over to HQ to pick up the kids for Guncle’s Day!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said we weren’t into kids, but the six of us had decided to give all the parents a break and take the kids for the afternoon… it was Auntie Mo’s idea. Out of all of us, he was the one who loved spending time with the kids the most. It was a good idea, we spent a few hours with them, then we handed them back… and we were all heroes.
After spending two days straight in the parks, we decided to go to Disney Springs. There was a lot of stuff for kids and adults to do. Well, after naptime we loaded up a couple of SUV’s with guncles and the older kids: Izzy and Maggie were the youngest, the tiny ones were off with their grandparents to play while the parents enjoyed the silence.
All the kids knew Auntie Mo best, but knew the rest of us enough to be comfortable. Gina, was a little leery about letting Maggie go with us since we were practically strangers to her… but she wanted to go so badly, and Seth and Zach convinced her they’d be safe, plus she had her best bud Izzy with her. Gina finally gave in.
I hate to admit it, but we had the best fucking time! Of course, we all had to watch our language and keep our eye-fucking of the cute local boys to a minimum, but it was worth it. We did all kinds of stuff with them (oh my god they wanted to do everything), but I think my favorite thing was the Amphicar tour where they take you from the land into the water. Gina had taken Teddy and Freddy the year before and that’s all they could talk about! So, after we did a few other things we all broke into groups and got into the cars. Auntie Mo went with the two littlest girls, oh my god, you could hear them all screaming when the car plunged into the water (yeah, even Auntie Mo). Mark went with Matty, Maddox, I could hear them saying “Whoa!” every time they hit a wave. Adam took Scotty and Brooklyn, the three of them road with their hands in the air the whole time. I got to ride with Freddy and Teddy. They were both so damn cute and so much freaking fun! Their eyes lit up with excitement as they took everything in, their love for life inspired me… seriously, everything was a new, exciting adventure for those two and you couldn’t help but smile. They were full of wonder and appreciation… maybe they just weren’t jaded yet. Whatever it was, I wanted to be more like them.
Something happened that day, I finally understood why all our friends loved being parents. It’s not like I wanted to be one, but I got it, I finally understood the thrill… I had a new respect for them.
To be continued…
