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“Sit.”

I didn’t move right away. It might have been because Jimmy was the one who gave the order. He snapped at me, but it wasn’t the anger in his voice that made me hesitant. It wasn’t even hearing the little s—my son tell me what to do.

The thing that unnerved me was the glint in his eye. His lip curled upward slightly, almost like a sneer. Even the way his nostrils flared made me queasy.

At that moment, Jimmy reminded me of his grandfather.

“Hey!” Jimmy snapped, sounding pissed. “I’m not gonna tell you again!”

Ted—Jimmy’s new Daddy—put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder before things got out of hand. “Here, let me,” he offered, speaking to Jimmy in a warm, gentle tone.

Jimmy backed away without another word. Ted took a step forward, maneuvering himself so that he stood between Jimmy and myself. I don’t know why Ted bothered. I wasn’t planning to attack Jimmy.

There was no point, seeing as all of the fight had gone out of me.

“Have a seat,” Ted suggested, gesturing with one hand toward a recliner behind me. “Please.”

I tried to look at Jimmy, to catch his eye, but Ted’s big frame blocked me. The man was massive, nothing but roided up muscles cut to perfection. I used to bug the hell out of Ted, wanting to know what sort of juice he used. At the time, I was convinced that the man was on something. He had to be, looking like that!

But, no, after all this time, it was painfully clear. Ted never used drugs to attain his physique. He didn’t have to. The man had been graced by good genes, just like he’d been graced with everything else—including a monster cock that could swat down helicopters.

His cock was the first one that Jimmy took. No matter what happened from here on out, my son’s pussy hole would remember. Jimmy’s cunt would know who first opened him up. He would always remember the magnificent cock that introduced him to man-on-man marathon fucking.

Life just wasn’t fair.

“Sure,” I replied, stepping back and lowering myself into the seat. “Here okay?”

Ted’s voice never lost its even, calm tone. “Just like that,” he said, nodding.

The twins stared. Neither one said a word. They were watching from their spot on the bed. Both of them had stripped off their clothes. They were sitting near the foot with a serious expression.

“Boys?” Ted asked next. “Mind if I join you?”

The twins each shook their heads at the same time, letting Ted know that they were cool with it. I waited, watching while Ted began stripping. He took off every stitch of clothing, starting with his shirt. It was still soaked in sweat. The same went for Ted’s shorts, which he left on the floor.

Ted raised back up, leaving his briefs on for a moment. They were tenting something fierce. I never knew that Ted was so well endowed before today. The man was a genetic freak of nature!

As for me, I was still dressed in a towel. We had come to Ted’s cabin from the picnic area. No one from the crowd followed us. It didn’t matter, though. I could still hear their voices, the laughter and the jeering.

It rang in my ears as Ted stripped off his underwear, the last piece of clothing he had on.

“C’mere, boys.” Ted motioned for the twins to approach. They were so well-behaved, unlike Jimmy. “Make a space for Daddy.”

The twins walked across the bed on their knees, spacing themselves apart as they did so to make room for Ted. He smiled, patting both on the head as he sat down. In return for that simple gesture, the twins stared up at Ted with adoration in their eyes.

How could I have neglected to do that to Jimmy all this time?

“My boys,” Ted began, his voice carrying an edge to it I had never heard before. It made me nervous. “They told me about the education you’ve been giving them.”

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“Do it, stud!”

“Amazing!”

“Three of ’em at once!”

Chances were, this was the best show that Bunny Burrow had seen in years. A sin this big typically happened at Hawk’s Nest.

And, yet, here we were.

Ted lay flat on his back atop the picnic table. Cliff had squatted down on his father’s face and was riding Ted’s tongue like a certified bronco. Going by the look on his face, Cliff was having the time of his life, too.

Clyde had buried himself balls deep on my cock. I rocked easily, bouncing my pussy hole up and down on Ted’s enormous man muscle. It was slow going at first, but we had all been at this for a bit. I was now able to bounce up and down with only a small amount of pain. Feeling Clyde squeeze my cock with his cunt helped a lot!

No one in the audience seemed to mind that we were defiling the picnic table. It would be a while before anyone ate off it again. For the moment, though, the cheers kept coming!

“Ride ’im, cowboy!”

“Harder, boy! Make your daddy proud!”

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Nevertheless, Ted turned around. One leg rose up to rest on the edge of the dock. He had been letting his feet dangle off the side and into the lake. It was such a dorky thing to do, but it suited Ted so well.

Somehow, he made it charming.

“Jimmy,” I heard him say above the wind that suddenly kicked up.

I don’t know why, but I was suddenly crying. Not only that, I was running. My feet pounded against the planks, making them rattle. The dock shook as I beat my feet toward Ted, who was smiling. He had the biggest grin on his face, which made my heart swell so big I thought it would burst.

My pace didn’t slow. I charged straight into Ted’s open arms. The two of us should have gone straight into the lake together. Ted, however, was a massive wall of muscle. A scrawny little punk like me—as Dad so often pointed out—wasn’t going to make him move.

Sure enough, Ted didn’t even wobble. His big arms closed around me as soon as our bodies collided. I buried my face in his sculpted chest, wetting his shirt with my stupid tears. It was stupid because I was stupid. I was stupid for crying. He was holding me and it felt amazing and I never wanted to leave and—

“Hey.”

Ted’s hand pushed between us, snaking its way up to take hold of me by the chin. He tilted my head up so that we were looking at each other. I saw him through the blur of tears making my visions swim.

Gently, ever so tenderly, Ted brushed them away. I could see his face now. He was still smiling at me, though his face had softened.

“I…” I croaked out.

I wanted to apologize. He didn’t need to see me crying. I was bawling like a brat—another of Dad’s famous sayings—because he was with his sons and I was stuck with Omar. I was acting like a spoiled little prince.

Instead of apologizing, though, I lunged up on my tiptoes. One arm let go so I could grab him by the back of the neck. With every bit of strength I had, I tried to pull Ted down toward me.

This was a bad idea, of course. I was getting in the way of him being with his twin sons. They deserved a dad like Ted, not me. Plus, the last thing anybody wanted to do was make out with someone who’d just been squalling.

Ted didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, I shouldn’t have pulled on him so hard. He didn’t try to resist me. Once he realized what I was trying to do—which took maybe a second—his mouth came down to claim mine like a hungry animal.

“Mmm!” I moaned as he claimed me. “Mmm, Daddy!”

Ted kissed me hard and deep. His hand grabbed hold of a hunk of my hair, gripping it tight. I was going nowhere, but his intention was clear nonetheless. He was claiming me as his own.

To further drive the point home, Ted drove his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly like a calf hungry for his momma’s teat.

“Mmm!” Ted moaned into me. “Good boy…”

He was hard. It was impossible to ignore. The front of Ted’s shorts formed a tent that would’ve hosted all of the Ringling Brothers. My own cock paled in comparison, but Ted didn’t seem to mind. He could feel how hard I was for him all the same.

Ted kissed me for a bit longer right there on the docks, smothering me with his mouth and the heavy weight of his muscular body. “Let’s go back to the cabin,” Ted muttered huskily in my ear after he had finally broken the kiss. “I need to fuck you, son.”

Hearing him call me “son” made my toes curl. “I can’t wait,” I replied, burying my face in his thick chest once again. “Please, do it here.”

My hands were already reaching for the hem of Ted’s shorts. “Fuck me now,” I pleaded, shoving both hands inside. “I need you inside me. I need to be fucked by you, hard!”

Ted threw his head back as I wrapped both hands around him. The head of his cock was already leaking. Droplets of precum flowed freely from his piss slit, soaking my fingers. I used the sticky slickness to lube him up. He was going to need it.

Hell, so was I.

“Okay,” Ted said, reaching down to grab the bottom of his T-shirt. “If that’s what you really want…”

I stared, mesmerized, as Ted peeled his shirt off, exposing his hard, sculpted muscles to the warm summer sun. “Oh, yeah,” I breathed out, my voice choking with lust for him. “Definitely.”

We were both naked in a few seconds. 

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I knew where I was going. This wasn’t just “a walk”. My feet followed the path like I’d done it a hundred times before, even though it had only been once.

Their cabin was just up ahead. I broke into a run, even though I didn’t want to. I hated how badly I needed this. It made me feel naked and afraid, like something was going to jump out from behind a tree and attack me.

The feeling didn’t stop me from racing up the steps. I remembered to knock before entering, but nobody came to the door. A part of me admitted that made sense. They were out having fun together. Ted was probably treating his sons to another hike or a row on one of the kayaks.

That made my stomach boil. I knocked again, more forcefully this time, and was surprised when a voice on the other side called out.

“Come in!” they said cheerily.

I figured it was one of the twins. They had an annoying way of being chipper in the face of everything. If they were in the cabin, Ted was probably there too.

“What the…?” I said, staring hard as soon as I was inside.

The twins were on the couch.

They were naked on the couch.

They were naked, on the couch, and sucking each other’s surprisingly big cocks in a sixty-nine position.

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“Marco!” I called out.

“Polo!”

There were fewer cries this time. I could hear Mr. Saunders’s voice more easily. He sounded distracted. My hunch was that it had to do with my team’s shenanigans.

Grinning, I made my move. Mr. Saunders wasn’t as far away this time. It sounded like he had drifted a little closer. I swam in the direction of his voice, diving below the lake’s surface.

My goal wasn’t to tag him, however. I had something better in mind. As soon as my hands brushed against a pair of muscular legs, I stopped. My fingers immediately went for the groin, feeling for the front of the trunks and the package hidden underneath.

It was hard. This was also the biggest dick I had ever felt before. It outclassed Omar by quite a bit. I took a chance that this was Mr. Saunders. It seemed unlikely that any of the other dads could come as close to his size.

My air was almost out. I let out a few bubbles to relieve the pressure in my lungs, then seized hold of the shorts by the hemline. A pair of hands had reached down, intending to stop me. I was determined this time, though. With one hard pull, I yanked the shorts down past Mr. Saunders’ knees.

He didn’t get the chance to grab hold of me. I was kneeling down in the soft mud at the bottle of the lake. Another hard pull moved those trunks to his ankles.

Mr. Saunders was swaying now, in danger of losing his balance. I pulled hard this time with everything I had. That did the trick. A muffled splash rang out. The water rippled, hitting me in the face. Air bubbles tickled against my body. I was reminded that I needed to surface before the last of the oxygen in my lungs ran out.

The trunks were in my raised fist when I broke through the surface. “Ha!” I crowed, overjoyed. “Got ’em!”

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“You’re so amazing,” I whispered, leaning forward a little. My body loomed above Mr. Saunders as I felt the strength in his arms, “So beautiful.”

“So are you,” Mr. Saunders whispered back.

I expected him to panic, or at least take the sentiment back. Mr. Saunders didn’t say anything else. Either he didn’t realize what slipped out or he was too far gone to care. If it was the latter, that was all the better for me.

“I love touching you,” I said, keeping my voice low.

My hands left Mr. Saunders’ biceps. Flexing for that long wasn’t easy. His arms had already gone through hell yesterday. Keeping them posed like that wouldn’t help. I was supposed to be making him feel better, after all.

Instead, my hands slid down the length of his body. I explored the crevice between the twin mounds of his pectorals, then went further. The oil slicked on my hands soaked the hairs on his abs. Apparently, this was a sensitive area of his. Mr. Saunders let out an audible gasp. His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape as his hips bucked.

“Mmm!” I moaned, loving how much control I had over him. “It’s getting hot in here.”

That was the understatement of the century. The windows in the room had fogged over. We had the air conditioner going but it couldn’t compete with the heat generated by our two bodies. Sweat rolled down me as I yanked the shirt off with my oil-soaked hands. Tossing it aside, I returned my attention back to Mr. Saunders while it landed somewhere on the floor.

“Much better,” I whispered, stretching my body above his again.

I went back to massaging Mr. Saunders’ abs. They were so finely developed. My fingers slipped into the little crevices made by the chiseled muscles. The hairs on the surface felt like tiny feathers. They tickled with every touch I gave him.

“Mr. Saunders…” I said huskily.

“Jimmy…” he breathed out, staring up at me.

I made my move. Bending down, my mouth made contact. I kissed Mr. Saunders on the lips, then slowly worked my tongue inside. He stayed still underneath me, not moving at first. I felt something shift, though, after a few seconds.

One arm came up and wrapped around my back, right below the shoulder blades. His other arm followed. Mr. Saunders deepened the kiss as he held me, giving my body a tight squeeze.

My hips began to move of their own accord. They rocked as I kissed Mr. Saunders harder. We were breathing into each other’s mouths like sprinters. I might have passed out if not for the breath he gave me. The room started to spin. I could feel my cock aching inside of my shorts, begging for release.

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Clyde and Cliff turned to stare at me. The two were suddenly very uncomfortable. They stared down at the cards in front of them as I dealt a hand for all three of us, watching them as if they were bombs.

“We’re not allowed to gamble,” Clyde—I think—said nervously. “It’s wrong.”

“And illegal,” Cliff—maybe—added. “We could get in trouble.”

“And go to prison,” the first one finished.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said, giving them a wink as I placed the rest of the deck in the middle of the table. “It’ll be just like before, remember?” I paused, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially. “You liked what we did before, right? During the picnic yesterday?”

Together, the twins’ eyes widened. “So,” I went on, feeling like I had them. “Why don’t we make this interesting?” I scooped my cards up and held them in front of me. “I’ve got a little something for you two.”

Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out a bottle of poppers. This one was fresh, having never been opened, so it was bound to be good. Smiling, I set the bottle down onto the table next to the cards. The twins let out an adorable little gasp when they saw what I’d done.

“Since we don’t want to get in trouble,” I said, snickering, “why don’t we change the rules of poker just a bit? That way…” I peeked over my cards at the twins. “...even if someone finds out, we’ll be alright.”

The twins weren’t looking at me. They only had eyes for the bottle. A few good hits yesterday was all it took to get them both addicted. I really was lucking out with this bet.

“What…?” one asked, trying to tear his eyes off the poppers and failing. “What’re the rules, sir?”

“It’s simple,” I said amicably while moving my cards around. “There’s no money involved so it’s not really gambling. But the winner of each hand…” I nodded down at the poppers bottle. “…gets a prize.”

I had the twins’ full attention now. “Each time one of us has a winning hand, we take one hit off that ‘special’ bottle, okay?” The twins nodded at the same time. “Good,” I said, still moving my cards around. “And the losers have to take one piece of clothing off.”

Clyde and Cliff shared a look. For a second, I was worried they might say no. The fear was dashed when they nodded once at each other and turned to me.

“Okay,” they decided together, picking their cards up. “Who goes first?”

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