SUMMER 2017 | TAYLOR:

    After a year together, I treated Owen to a short trip to Atlantic City for our first anniversary in the spring. He didn't want to make a huge deal out of it, but I really wanted to mark the occasion in some way. After all, this was my longest relationship ever!

    That was a few months ago. Now, summer was in full swing again, and nowhere more so than in our sweaty little sauna of an apartment. I wanted to get away for a few days again but I was reluctant to bring it up. I made more money than Owen, so things like vacations were a touchy subject. He wanted us to go 50/50 on things, but if we did, that would mean we'd hardly ever go anywhere.

    Luckily, this year Owen brought up the topic himself when he said that he had a place we could go for the Fourth of July.

    "Really? Where?!" I asked all excited.

    "Remember Mark? He's one of my dad's buds that lives here in New York. He's got a house in the Hamptons. Usually, it's his ex-wife that gets to go there for the holidays but this year she's going somewhere else. So, he's throwing a party there and he's invited us to go stay for a few days. The house's got a huge pool, so it'd be perfect."

    I'd met Mark once before, last summer. He struck me as kinda boring, but if he was offering us a free vacation then he was my new best friend. 

    "Is there enough room for us at the house?" I asked Owen.

    "Oh yeah, it's got a couple spare bedrooms. Mark's loaded. His son Logan will be there as well."

    "Oh, how old's Logan again?" I asked. I was worried we were talking about a little kid, which would completely kill the sexy vibe around the house. I could already see myself lounging by the pool in my sexy speedos. All the swimwear I'd bought lately was super revealing, so much so that I could only wear them at gay beaches rather than anywhere family-friendly.

    "He's a year younger than me," Owen said, and I was happy with his answer. "I used to be his personal trainer, up until a couple of years ago."

    A few days later, Owen and I were being picked up by a large Range Rover. I knew we would be driving up to the Hamptons with Mark and Logan; what I didn't know was that it was Mark's driver who would be chauffeuring us all the way there.

    So when the car pulled up, I was surprised to see three men in it. Mark got out of the back seat and greeted us, and I made acquaintances with the driver and Logan sitting in the front. Logan was very good looking, making me think "Why couldn't HE be gay instead of his father?"

    We put our bags in the trunk and went to sit in the backseat, with Owen in the middle. Even with the three of us there – and Owen being as big as he was – there was still enough space in the car for the ride to be comfy. 

    We drove through the city, hitting a couple of speed bumps, which was enough to get something stirring in my pants. I'd wanted to get fucked by Owen earlier this morning, but the car showed up sooner than expected so we didn't have time. Now, I was left with blue balls in my red basketball shorts. Next to me, Owen was sitting with his legs spread as wide as the car would allow, freeballing in a pair of white basketball shorts which stuck to his cock like a second skin. I stared down at his crotch and almost started to salivate, especially every time we hit a speed bump, which made my boyfriend's big dick and balls bounce up and down.

    Meanwhile, the conversation in the car was about Logan's wife and kids and how they were away with their grandparents to some place Logan didn't want to go to. I wasn't really paying attention; I was way too dickstracted by my boyfriend's bulge. I wished I could reach for it right now and start stroking him right in this car. I knew Mark would probably have no problem with that. Owen had admitted to me that he'd hooked up with each of his dad's best buds, and that included Mark, so I knew he was "open minded." But, alas, we had Mark's straight son sitting in the front, along with a driver I knew next to nothing about, so I felt like I had to be on my best behavior.

    Owen surely spotted me eyeing his junk, which put a smirk on his face. Just as we drove through the Midtown Tunnel, he placed his hand on my cock and started stroking it through the layer of cotton, before inserting his hand in my shorts and giving me a few quick tugs. This was enough to get me almost completely hard, and by the time we were through the Tunnel, I had my hand inside my boyfriend's shorts as well, feeling that meat that I loved more than anything.

    Back out in the daylight, Mark noticed what we were doing but he didn't complain. He just shot me a naughty wink, confirming he was open minded and much less boring than I'd feared. In the front, Logan was talking to the driver about the driver's own wife and kids and their plans for the holiday. I licked my lips, stroking Owen's prick and feeling it growing thicker in my hand with each stroke. In the bar of the car, we were fairly protected from view, but there was obviously a limit to how far we could push things without being noticed. The question now was: how far were we willing to push?

    "You know, Philip has been my driver for years now," Mark suddenly said while looking right at me, taking me aback with his comment. "There's not a lot he hasn't seen. He is very discreet."

    Everyone else in the car had stopped talking, and for some reason I felt put on the spot. Was Mark… was he suggesting I could go ahead and stroke and suck Owen's cock? Was that what he was getting at by saying his driver was "discreet"? And what about Logan?!

    "Why did you bring that up, Dad?" Logan was the next to speak.

    "Oh, the boys are having a bit of fun here in the back," Mark answered casually. "So I wanted them to know they don't need to worry."

    "Oh yeah, go at it if you want," Logan laughed. "Philip doesn't mind, and I sure as hell don't."

    Feeling shocked, I just looked at Owen who had a permanent smirk plastered on his face. With my hand still in his shorts, I felt his rock-hard cock throbbing, leaking precum which was sticking to his shorts and creating a wet patch. Looking in the rear-view mirror, I made eye contact with Logan who was looking right at us. Philip, on the other hand, had his eyes on the road and seemed unperturbed by what we were doing or talking about.

    "Go at it," Logan had said, so that's what I decided to do. I pulled down Owen's waistband and tucked it under his smooth balls, exposing his leaking, throbbing boner. 

    "Fuck. I'd forgotten how huge that thing is," came from Logan, shocking me even more.

    "What?" I asked in surprise. I mean, Logan and Owen used to train together so they'd probably seen each other naked in the locker room, but Logan was making it sound like he'd specifically seen Owen's cock hard before.

    "I'll tell you the whole story later when we get to the house," Owen promised me. "For now, suck my dick!"

    I didn't need any more encouragement. I swallowed saliva and went to town on my boyfriend's impressive schlong, fully aware that both Mark and Logan were looking at us. Thankfully the car's windows were tinted, so at least I wasn't giving all of Queens a show.

    I slurped on Owen's cock, doing it loudly and slowly for our audience's sake. I felt like a porn star performing in front of a camera, exaggerating the action for the enjoyment of others. Not that I had to exaggerate much; Owen's prick was already fucking huge and I was starving for it. The fact that we were being watched by a father and son who were sitting in the car with us made the situation so much kinkier and I was lovin' it! My boyfriend still had his hand in my shorts and was jerking me off as well as he could giving the restricted space and awkward position we were in.

    "Come up here," Owen said to me, patting his thigh. With one swift move, he pulled my shorts off and maneuvered my body onto his, so I was sitting in his lap, face-to-face. His hard cock was now right between my asscheeks, tickling my hole teasingly.

    This was further than I'd thought we'd go even a few seconds ago. I thought sucking Owen off in the backseat of the car was risqué enough, but now here we were, just one step away from fucking.

    "Son, if you reach in the glove compartment, I keep some lube in there," Mark said to his son as casually as if asking him to pass him a phone charger or something.

    "Here ya go," Logan took out the bottle of silicone lube and turned around to pass it to us. I turned around to accept it, making intense and arousing eye contact with Logan for a brief moment. Feeling his fingers touch mine as he handed me the lube sent goosebumps all over my body.

    More excited than ever, I turned back to my boyfriend as I squirted some lube onto my fingers and reached back to apply it on my asshole as well as his dick. Giving Owen a handjob like this – with my hands behind my back – felt novel and interesting. I was happy that even after a year and a ton of sexual adventures together, there were still things we were experiencing for the first time.

    I squeezed Owen's dick, going from his mushroom head and down his shaft, all the way down until I reached his smooth ball sack and then up again. With each upward motion he was leaking out more precum, which was now mixing with the lube. He kneaded my cheeks and then reached for my hole with his fingertips. There was already some lube on there so he could finger me comfortably, inserting his right middle finger up to the second knuckle, and then going all the way. A moment later, he was sliding two – and then three – fingers in. 

    "AH!" I moaned, bouncing up and down on his digits, letting him finger-fuck me as we drove through traffic. I was so turned on that my hole was gaping, even with three fingers in. Finally, Owen slid his pinky inside me, fucking me with four fingers now. 

    "That's impressive," Logan narrated from the front. I couldn't see him, but I enjoyed knowing that he was looking at us, and that he was impressed by my hole and my skills as a bottom.

    As nice as Owen's fingers felt inside me, they were no replacement for his cock. I wanted the main attraction! I rose up, letting Owen know that he should pull his hand out of me, which he did. With my hands still behind my back, I guided his prick up to my freshly loosened hole, and I sat on it.

    Some times it takes me longer to take a dick than others. Today, I sat on it and took it in one mere second, no exaggeration. I barely had time to shout to "AHH, FUCK!" and Owen was already balls-deep inside of me. My hole had swallowed his tool, sucking it up like a vacuum cleaner.

    "Nice job!" Mark said and he even clapped his hands, giving us a little applause. I smiled, almost blushing at the attention and the compliments. 

    Now that I was in Owen's lap, he had a bit more room to sprawl out in the backseat. He spread his legs wider and I got comfortable, bouncing up and down on his dick like a pogo stick. I could feel my boyfriend's precum leaking inside my ass now, making me even hornier.

    I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fuck as we made our way through Long Island. After a while, I looked to my right, where Mark was sitting, to see him stroking his hard cock, which was out through the fly of his pants. 

    "Fuck!" I said, bouncing on Owen's dick, excited to see that Mark would pull out his boner with his son here in the car with us. I turned around as much as I could to see Logan still looking at us… all of us. He seemed undisturbed to see his father jerking his cock like this. Once again, I made brief eye contact with Logan who just smiled at me before saying,

    "Think you're gonna get his load?"

    "Aha," I nodded, looking forward to having Owen's babies up my ass.

    "Why don't you take both of their loads?" Logan said to me next. "Looks like my dad could use some release as well."

    I found Logan acting as his father's wingman amusing just as much as I found it to be hot. Mark was a handsome man, no doubt about it; I definitely wouldn't mind getting his load as well. Then when I realized it was Mark's load which had produced Logan: I wanted it even more!

    "I'm gonna cum soon," my boyfriend panted, making me bounce on his dick harder and harder. I opened my mouth and planted a kiss on Owen's lips, and we started savagely making out, aggressively sucking each other's faces and passing saliva back and forth. 

    "That's it!" Logan continued narrating encouragingly from the front. Owen's cock thrusted back and forth inside me, stretching my hole and invading my guts, hitting on my prostate, causing me to suck on his tongue for dear life. A few moments later, my lover lost it and started filling up my belly with his cum. We slowed down our making out and we began to kiss more romantically while he bred me.  

    "I'm close," I heard Mark say, jacking his cock next to us.

    "Hold on. Don't cum just yet," I broke off my kiss with Owen so I could speak. Mark immediately pulled his hands off his boner, letting it pulsate in his lap.

    I looked at the daddy dick next to me while my boyfriend spilled the last of his jizz inside of me. Mark's cock wasn't as big as Owen's, but it was nice nonetheless. When I felt that Owen was done breeding me, I slowly got up off his cock, careful not to let his cum spill out my ass and all over the car. 

    On my knees, I crawled to my right as Owen passed me on to Mark to be bred by him next. Mark's dick slipped inside my ass just as quickly as Owen's earlier. By now, my hole was lubed with both lube as well as jizz, which made for unrestricted access to it. But this time, rather than sitting face-to-face with Mark, I sat on his lap while facing front.

    "Get ready. Here it comes," Mark said to me, thrusting inside my ass. Now that I was facing the other way, I was face-to-face with Mark's son, who was still turned around and looking at us between the two front seats with a big grin on his face.

    "Fuck yeah, Dad, breed that hole," Logan said, surprising me more and more every time he opened his mouth. And then, his mouth did the most surprising thing: it kissed me! He could probably feel how much I was craving him, so he leaned in and gave me a big kiss with his tongue in my mouth while his father's cock was all the way up my ass.

    "He's gonna cum inside me," I whispered to Logan, our noses still touching. He had his hand on my cheek, holding it gently, which I find extremely endearing.

    "Yeah, you want? You want my dad to blow a load inside of you?" Logan whispered back, talking only to me,

    "Aha," I nodded.

    "Well he's going to. You're bout to get my father's cum. Get ready for it."
   "Oh, I'm ready," I assured him.

    "Here comes my daddy's load!" Logan said, looking back and forth between my face and Mark's. From Mark's expression, Logan could probably tell that his father was about to cum, so he came in for another kiss with me just as his daddy began to nut inside of me.

    "Fuck yeah, take that load," Logan said and then kissed me again while his dad bred me, adding his cum to Owen's inside my guts. 

    "Ah, fuck!" I moaned. And JUST when I thought things couldn't get hotter than this, I felt Logan's hand wrap itself around my boner, which hadn't gone down this entire time. One, two, three strokes later and I was cumming like a fountain, blowing a load all over Logan's bare arm.

    "Hahaha, there you go!" he said in amusement while milking my cock. Mark pulled out of my hole, and I was left looking into Logan's eyes, forging an intense connection as he extracted the last few drops of jizz from me.

    "Can you help me clean this up?" he said as he let go of my hard-on, pointing down to his cum-covered arm.

    "Gladly," I smiled and I leaned in so I could lick my jizz off Logan's arm, moving from his smooth bicep down to his moderately hairy forearm, before sitting back in my seat for some well-deserved rest.​