SUMMER 2017 | TAYLOR:

    Mark's Fourth of July party had been a smashing success. I felt like an impostor, since most of the guests were hot-shot lawyers, bankers, and politicians; and I felt more at ease talking to the caterers. Thankfully, Logan had some clothes for Owen and me to borrow, since most of the stuff we'd brought said more "slutty" than "sophisticated."

    Logan to me was a fascinating character. By now, Owen had told me the story of how he and Logan were "sexually open" back when they were training at the gym together, which even led to Owen fucking Logan once, since Logan wanted to know what it was like to take a cock. Apparently, his wife knew about it and he had her blessing to explore as long as it wasn't too often. I knew a ton of gay couples who operated on this principle; I just didn't know it was popular with the heteros as well.

    But more than just his sexual adventurousness, Logan was simply a cool guy. He'd grown up with this house as his second home, and since this was Owen's and my first time in the Hamptons, Logan was our resident tour guide, showing us around.

    Two days after the Fourth, it was our last day here. The weather was exceptionally nice, making us feel even worse about leaving. As soon as we got up in the morning, Owen and I headed to the pool. I'd brought about a dozen pairs of speedos, which had all gone unworn since we always tanned and swam naked. After the fuck fest that took place in the car on our way here, it made no sense to pretend to be modest in front of one another.

    Thankfully, Logan and Mark were also naked when they joined us by the pool, which unfortunately wasn't too often. Unlike us, they had friends here and they were often out of the house, catching up with them. Still, whenever we got together it was fun looking at the father and son's cocks and trying to spot all the similarities.

    Owen and I had sex daily in the guest room, but Mark only joined us on one occasion, to fuck me alongside my boyfriend. Logan was never there when things got steamy, but I figured at least I had the memory of kissing him while he was milking my cock in the car – a memory I would cherish my whole life.

    Now, on our last morning, Owen and I lounged by the pool while our hosts were still asleep. At about 10 o'clock, I went inside the house to make breakfast for everyone. Soon, the dad and son woke up and we all dined outside naked. 

    "Anything you guys wanna do before you leave?" Logan checked.

    "Just hang out by the pool," I replied. "Honestly, it's the most relaxing."

    "I'm down for that," said Owen, spreading his legs wider and giving me a tempting view of his cock.

    "Cool," Logan said. When we were done with the meal, we cleaned up and made some cool drinks, played some music, and spread out by the pool for the day, going back and forth between tanning and swimming. 

    "Owen's a good guy," Logan said to me while he and I were in the pool alone at one point. "I've known him since we were kids. You guys seem like a good match."

    "Thank you. And I agree: he's a great guy," I said, looking at my boyfriend and Mark lying on two of the chaise lounges nearby.

    "I mean it, Taylor. Don't let him go," Logan advised. "I've seen him with some guys before you and he always has fun, but this is as serious as he's ever gotten. I'm happy to see him growing attached to someone. He should know that being in a committed relationship with someone doesn't mean that the fun has to stop. There's no need for compromise."

    "Yeah, but that's not easy to find," I noted.

    "No one said it was easy. Which is why I'm saying don't let him go. You two seem great together and I think you could really go far."

    "Thank you," I said, feeling validated to have someone else express things which had also been on my mind recently. I gave my new buddy a hug in the pool, which in true straight-boy fashion he had to turn into roughhousing until we were rumbling and play-fighting in the water. 

    After we tired ourselves out, we slowly came out of the pool. It wasn't until my cock was above water that I even noticed that it was fully hard. Physical contact with Logan apparently had that effect on me. 

    "You alright there, buddy?" Logan said jokingly, noticing my erection and even giving it a quick yank.

    Emboldened by the fact it was our last day here, I decided not to hold back.

    "I'm a horny fucker, what can I say?" I laughed, poking my ass out and making sure I give Logan a good view of my booty as well.

    "Like I said: you and Owen are a great match," Logan replied. Sure enough, his eyes were stuck to my ass as we got out of the pool. On my way up, I made sure to push my ass as much as possible in Logan's face, and he made no effort to step back from it.

    We walked to my boyfriend and Logan's dad, who were both looking at us through their sunglasses, enjoying the view. When I got to Owen, the first thing he reached for was my hard-on, giving it a San Francisco handshake.​​

    "So, Owen, when are you putting a ring on it?" Logan asked while toweling himself dry.

    "A cockring, you mean?" Owen deflected the question, still stroking my cock in front of the father-son duo. Even I felt a bit weird after Logan's question, even though it wasn't even aimed at me. Gay marriage was legal now, and day by day things seemed to be getting more and more serious between Owen and me. Most of the time when we were back home, I even wore a padlocked chain to mark his "ownership" over me (even though Owen had suggested I don't wear the chain while on vacation, to avoid awkward tan lines). But were we ready to take the next step, legally?

    "I dunno, all I know is you guys seem to be getting quite serious. At least that's what it looks like to me," said Logan. By this point, he sounded like he was shipping us.

    Owen had no answer to that, so I chimed in in order to break the silence.

    "Speaking of serious," I said, "I talked to my parents and they've invited us to go to their house for a few days later this summer. It'll be Owen's first time meeting my family."

    Rather than reply verbally, Owen busied his mouth by putting my hard cock in it.

    "Mmm, chlorine," he said sarcastically at first, but he continued sucking my dick without further complaint. On the lounge next to us, Mark was enjoying the show and getting harder by the second. Just the other day, I'd been surprised to find out from Owen that Mark was actually a bottom most of the time, even though he'd fucked me twice in the past week.

    As if he knew that I was thinking about his ass, Mark got up and poked it in the air facing us, pushing out so I could see his hole wink at me. 

    "I've dumped a load in you," he said, looking back at me. "Care to return the favor?"

    The first thing I did was make eye contact with Logan, who one again donned a smirk on his face. The thought of fucking his dad right in front of him turned me on majorly, and there was no way I'd let this chance go by. 

    I pulled my dick out of my boyfriend's mouth with an audible plop, and I leaned down and started rimming Mark's daddy ass. As soon as my tongue was inside his hole, I could tell he was an experienced bottom by how quickly he opened up. I didn't need to eat his ass for too long before I knew he was ready for a dicking. I stood up, and once again made eye contact with Mark's son.

    "I'm about to fuck your daddy," I said to him with an assertiveness that wasn't too common for me.

    "Go for it," Logan gave me his blessing. 

    I continued to look him dead in the eye as I drove my dick inside his dad's hole. 

    "AH!" Mark moaned, taking my cock bareback with no lube. It took him a few seconds, but he got used to it. Soon, I was able to start thrusting with no problem. My boyfriend came to stand next to me, stroking his own cock which was now getting harder. Looking at Logan, I noticed that even he was popping a boner. 

    Pretty soon, all four of us were erect. I enjoyed fucking Mark's ass… but the person I really wanted was his son. Logan was just lying in his lounge, watching the show, not even touching his hard-on. I wanted to crawl between his legs and take care of it with my tongue… or better yet: my ass.

    "You wanna have a go?" I asked Owen, nodding down to the ass I was fucking.

    "Sure," my boyfriend replied. With that, I pulled out of Mark and let Owen slide in. Since his dick was bigger, Mark let out another loud "AHH!" as he got used to the sensation.

    "And what're you gonna do?" Logan asked me. 

    "This," I said, walking around the lounges until I was standing next to him. I took his rock-hard cock in my hand and gave it a good squeeze. "I'll pay you back for the handjob you gave me in the car."

    "Oh, is that all I'm getting? A handjob?" Logan replied seductively.

    "What would you like to get?" I asked, growing increasingly aroused by our exchange.

    "Well, your boyfriend's fucking my dad. Seems only fair I get to fuck you."

    I felt fireworks going off inside me, like it was the Fourth all over again. I cannot overstate just how quickly I jumped onto Logan's lap, straddling him and the chaise lounge and lowering my ass onto his hard prick.

    "You need some lube or something?" he asked considerately.

    "No, I can take it," I assured him, taking a deep breath and lowering myself further until I felt his cockhead poking at my sphincter, forging its way in.

    "AHHHH!!" I moaned out as Logan's meat started to go up my hole. Some fuck buddies you just have a better connection with than others, and the chemistry between Logan and me at this moment was off the charts! The fact that his dad was getting his hole drilled by Owen right next to us made everything even hotter. 

    "Fuck yeah," Logan said and bit his lower lip as he pushed all the way inside of me. When I felt his balls against my asscheeks, we both let our a loud exhale. Logan sat up and put his arms around me, hugging me almost lovingly, helping me relax even further. It was heaven.

    "Yeah, you like that?" he whispered in my ear before giving it a little nibble.

    "Oh god, yes," I replied with my eyes closed, my chin resting on Logan's shoulder. There was almost no movement, except for his cock pulsating inside of me, which I could feel with my guts. 

    Slowly, Logan started lifting his hips and thrusting up and down with the help of his strong thighs, all the while holding me tight. I opened my eyes and looked at Owen fucking Mark on the lounge next to us. My boyfriend shot me a wink as if to say "Enjoy it, honey."

    And I did. It was the most pleasurably fuck I'd had in a long time with anyone other than Owen. I'd already had Logan's dad's seed inside of me. Now, it was time to take the son's.

    We fucked for about ten minutes, quickly getting overheated in the blistering sun. It still didn't take away from how good this felt and how horny I was. I leaked precum all over my belly as well as Logan's, until he wrapped his fist around my cock and stroked me with the same rhythm with which he was fucking me.

     "Fuck, I want your cum inside of me," I confessed, bouncing on Logan's cock and fucking his fist.

    "You're gonna get it, baby," he said and planted a gentle peck on my chin, before giving my mouth a much more aggressive kiss. 

    I closed my eyes again. With Logan's tongue inside my mouth, his hand on my cock, and his dick up my ass, I was in paradise and ready to cum. It happened a few moments later: I exploded all over Logan's chest, loudly moaning while still kissing him. Probably turned on by my orgasm, my new buddy started to cum inside my ass as well, filling me up with his family DNA. 

    "Ah, fuck! Give it to me! YEAH!!" Logan's dad shouted next to us. I didn't need to open my eyes to tell Owen was breeding Mark; I could tell by Owen's grunts, which I knew all too well. Judging by his moaning, Mark was probably blowing his load as well. Four poolside cumshots: the perfect way to mark the Fourth and the end of our little vacation.​