PETER:

    Being a celebrity and reading tabloid stories about yourself could be hilarious sometimes. The press were soooo off target with their guesses that they sold as "facts." As soon as Ben and I were seen in public together a few times, articles about a wedding started cropping up everywhere. The journos were desperate to make us out to be this romantic, lovey-dovey couple who had overcome adversity to be together – the poster boys for a gay relationship in modern-day Britain, a country that was ready to get over the fact we were gay just as long as we behaved like every straight couple out there.

    Meanwhile, while the press were picking out names for the babies Ben and I would adopt, we were busy attending orgies and collecting cum from scores of strangers. Over the years, I'd developed a network of discreet yet perverted people who I knew wouldn't share stories or god forbid take divulging photos. That's also why having a buddy (or a boyfriend) like Ben came in so handy. He was someone who could look out for me at these events, especially if I got too drunk or high, which I did more often than not.

    After one such orgy, I found myself in a complete daze. I was passed out, and the only thing I could recognize was… the scent of my fabric conditioner. Yes, that's what it was! I was at home, in my own bed. With my eyes still closed, I struggled to put the pieces together. I remembered the first ten guys who fucked me and came inside my ass; after that it was a blur. Ben must've been the one who brought me home and carried me up the stairs. 

    As I tried to reconnect with reality, I suddenly felt an interesting sensation in my arse. Unsure if I was dreaming or not, I decided to let it go and just enjoy it. It almost felt like a cock up my bum but that couldn't have been it. It was probably a finger or two, poking in there and churning all of the cum I'd received at the orgy. It was probably Ben, digging inside of me and admiring what a cumslut I was. I didn't move; I lacked the power to do so anyway. I just lay comfortably and let my arse relax as the fingers jabbed deeper and deeper up my chute, until I heard a soft "Fuck!" which made it sound like the person finger-fucking me was cumming. I was barely conscious so I couldn't tell if I was imagining it or not, but it felt like fresh cum was now being added to my arsehole and getting mixed together with the sperm that was already in there.

    That's when I passed out again, content to have scored yet another load. Later – it could've been minutes later or hours later, I have no clue – I woke up to two voices having a conversation in my room.

    "Your father told me you were into guys."

    "Y– Yeah, but I don't have a boyfriend," my teen son's voice replied.

    "Would you like to have one?" Ben asked, lying on the bed next to me.

    "Yeah! I'd love to finally be with a guy," said Adrian.

    "Oh, so you've never been with anyone?" Ben asked the question I had in mind as well. My son was a good-looking kid, so I was surprised to hear he'd never as much as hooked up with another boy. I just assumed teenagers were at it all the time these days, regardless if they were gay or straight.

    "Nope," said Adrian, as I slowly began to regain consciousness. My body was still too exhausted to move a muscle, but I could now clearly keep track of the conversation going on.

    "And what would you like to try first?" Ben asked with a tone of voice that suggested he was flirting with my son. And Adrian took the bait.

    "I'd… I'd love to try sucking a cock," he said. 

    "Well, why don't you come here and suck on this cock?" was Ben's suggestion. It made my head whirl even more than it already was. Was he really asking my son to give him a blowjob?! That was fucking brazen, even for us. Granted, Ben and I weren't exclusive or anything, so it's not like that upset me. And sure, there was a large age gap between him and Adrian, but I'd gotten bred by a couple of boys my son's age over the past couple of years so I'd be a hypocrite to object to that. As I slowly regained my power, I knew I could get up and put an end to whatever was about to happen between Ben and my son. But for some fucked up reason… I didn't. I lay in bed and pretended to be asleep, wondering just how far they might take this.

    "You… You wanna do it here?" Adrian stuttered. "We can go to my room."

    "What's wrong with here? Isn't it more exciting to do it with your father in the room?" Ben sand. Along with his words I heard a fapping motion that suggested he was wanking while talking to my son.

    "I– I don't want him to get up and be upset," said Adrian.

    "He won't be waking up anytime soon after the night he's had. You wanna know what your dad did last night? He got fucked by at least a two dozen guys."

    As I was lying on my stomach, I felt my cock stirring and throbbing against the mattress. For some reason, Ben revealing my dirtiest secrets to my son turned me on. Within seconds, I was fully hard and leaking precum over the freshly-washed sheets.

    "Fuck. Are– Are you serious?" my son asked Ben, sounding both nervous and turned on to hear his father was a cum-collecting slut.

    "Yeah. If you don't believe me just check his hole. See all that cum oozing out?"

    "Fuck," Adrian whispered, and this time it sounded like he was much closer to me. So close, in fact, that I could feel his breath on my arsecheeks. The boy had probably heeded Ben's advice and he was leaning in closer – REAL close! – to check out my ruined cunt and the jizz leaking out of it. My hard cock throbbing against the bed, I pushed out my arse lips and let Adrian see just how much spunk I'd collected. 

    "Here," Ben said next, leaning across the bed to get to me. Then, I felt his fingers against my hole (curiously, they felt thicker than the fingers I'd had inside of me earlier) and he scooped out some of the cum that was dripping out. "Here, taste it," he said. A moment later I heard a smacking noise. OH MY GOD! Ben was feeding my son the strangers' cum, fresh out of my hole!

    "Ever tasted jizz before?" the pervy Yank asked Adrian.

    "Just my own," my son replied. "Tastes good."

    "Tastes even better when it's fresh. Here, let me show ya."

    I felt a body climbing onto the bed. I dared to finally open my eyes and that's when I saw my son kneeling between Ben's legs and admiring the American's rock-hard cut cock like it were a totem pole. Moving shakily and nervously like a first-timer would, Adrian reached for Ben's tool in slow motion. Just like Ben's, my dick was throbbing and I couldn't hold back from rocking my hips gently and rubbing my erection against the mattress as a means of edging myself while witnessing my son's first sexual experience.

    After a night of getting bred by strangers, it was adorable to see how delicately Adrian treated Ben. My son's fingers slowly enveloped Ben's shaft and then started to stroke up and down. Over the next couple of minutes, Adrian built up some confidence and it began to show in the way he was working Ben's dick. Next to me, Ben lay back and enjoyed the handjob with his hands behind his head, occasionally encouraging Adrian with a "Mmm, that's good" and a "Keep going, baby."

    Finally, after about fifteen minutes, my son had built up enough courage to advance things to the next level. Leaning down slowly, I watched Adrian lick his lips before placing a kiss right on the tip of my boyfriend's cock. I squinted my eyes and focused on details, like my son's tongue running up Ben's piss slit in a way that Adrian must've learned from all the porn he'd been watching. 

    "AHHHH, fuck!" Ben moaned loudly, freeing his hands so they could comb through my son's hair. Adrian still focused on nothing but Ben's cockhead for several minutes, licking and kissing it like a precious sweet. Then, I could no longer see much of what was going on because Adrian's head moved down, but I had a pretty good idea: my son was now fully sucking Ben's cock, going all the way down until I could hear my boy gagging.

    "You okay? Good boy," Ben encouraged him, stroking his hair while fucking his teen throat. Over time, Ben's hands became more aggressive, and rather than stroking they were now gently pushing Adrian's head down, making sure my son was deep-throating Ben's told.

    "Attaboy, all the way down to the hilt," Ben continued.

    Turned on by the sight of my boyfriend face-fucking my son, I kept humping the mattress with more and more vigour. I knew I was being imprudent but I was too turned on to care. It was no wonder that it didn't take long until I got caught. As he moaned in pleasure, Ben suddenly looked my way and he and I made eye contact. He knew that I was awake! Yet he remained cool, never pulling out for a second. As a matter of a fact, he only seemed to go deeper down my son's throat, all the while looking at me dead in the eyes and… smirking.

    "Yeah, you like sucking that dick, don't ya? You're a little sucker for cock just like your father," he said, pulling on my son's hair and pushing his head down.

    "Mhm," Adrian nodded, still unaware that I was watching him. Even though ben was fucking his throat harder and harder, my son was getting into the swing of things and able to keep up. His gagging stopped, and I was impressed and proud of his skills as a first-timer.

    "Good boy. Keep going and you gon get that load I promised," Ben grunted, holding my son's head tightly and using it like a fuck toy.  By now I was humping the mattress so hard that there was no mistaking what I was doing. Ben looked at me and just smiled, aware that I was hard and horny.

    "Open up wide. Here it comes. Here it fucking comes!" Ben moaned, maintaining intense eye contact with me as he began to unload down my cocksucking son's throat. Adrian moaned just as loudly, swallowing every drop of my boyfriend's cum. I was on the very edge myself, about to cum any second when the next thing Ben said took me for a surprise.

    "Keep going, swallow that nut," he said to my son. "Swallow it all and then you can taste your dad's next."

    Suddenly, my son looked up, making eye contact with me while sucking the last drops of sperm out of Ben's cock.​