Max’s POV
The Beginning……
When I met my second wife, we had a crazy sex life. I thought yes, at least someone who could keep up with me, she would swallow my cock like a trooper and take my cock hard, she was even open to including others in the bedroom, whether it be a man or a woman, we were both bisexual, so as long as we both agreed, we would have a great time.
You can imagine what it was like with 3 boys in the home and trying to get some free time to fuck each other. There had been times when Ben or Liam would walk in on us fucking in the loungeroom and just groan in horror and turned around and flee to their bedrooms…. lol.
I’m not sure what happened, maybe I wore her out, but sometime after our 2nd year of marriage, the sex started to dwindle, what was at least twice a day became twice a week, which then became a few times a month, now I was lucky to have sex with her once a month, so naturally, I needed to look at other outlets for my high sex drive.
As Chris, Liam and Ben got older, there would be a constant flow of friends coming and going, hanging out by the pool, watching TV or playing their game consoles. Liam must have been 19 or 20; he had this friend Ryan, who was a constant visitor, and they always used to work out together. Ryan was a well-built boy for his age, 6ft 2, with blonde, messy hair and this crazy pornstar moustache, not sure why the mo has made its way back into popularity.
Ryan wasn’t afraid of looking me over when he thought nobody was looking. If we were out by the pool, I would see him check out my package. I always wore Speedos if I was going to swim at home, so with my large package, there was really no hiding it. The boys were always teasing me and telling me to wear something decent, but I told them my house, my rules…. lol
One day, Ryan came over when Liam was out, and for some reason, no one else was around. I told him he could come in and wait for Liam, knowing it would probably be a few hours before he was back. I got us both a beer and settled into the lounge chair across from Ryan.
He was perched on the edge of the sofa, that nervous energy about him that I’d come to recognise in younger men when they sensed something was about to shift. The air conditioning hummed softly in the background, and I could hear the distant sound of the pool filter running outside.
“So, how long have you and Liam been mates?” I asked, taking a long pull from my beer. I already knew the answer; I’d heard Ben mention Ryan’s name enough times over the years, but I liked watching him settle into conversation, the way his shoulders would relax slightly.
“A few years now,” Ryan said, his fingers drumming against the condensation on his beer bottle. “We met at the gym, actually. He’s a good mate.”
I nodded, noting the way his eyes kept drifting to my crotch and back up to my face. I smiled, taking another sip of my beer. “He’s a good lad, Liam. Takes after his old man in some ways.” I let that hang there, watching to see if Ryan would bite. “You work out with him often?”
“Yeah, most days,” Ryan said, his voice steady enough, but his leg had started bouncing. “We push each other pretty hard at the gym.”
I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched slightly. He was attracted to me, that much was certain, but he was also nervous. Conflicted, maybe. That was the sweet spot, the moment where a man was caught between desire and doubt. That’s where I did my best work.
“That’s good,” I said, leaning back in my chair, opening my legs a little more, letting my Speedos ride up just a fraction. Not obvious, but enough. “Takes discipline if you want to get results”, I tell him. You look like you work out too, Ryan said, looking at my body. This was my way in. Oh, I’m okay for an old guy. I tell him, trying to stay modest even though I know I have a great body, I work out regularly in our gym downstairs. You like my biceps? I ask him, standing up, giving him a bit of a show.
He looks at me and stands, yeah, he says, he reaches out and touches my arm as I’m posing in front of him. Looks like another part of you likes it too, reaching down and putting the palm of my hand against his hardened cock. Oh fuck, he looks up into my eyes, you like that, don’t you, Ryan? I say, I can tell he’s at that bolt-or-stay stage. Looking at his eyes, he looks worried. It’s okay, Ryan, I tell him. No one else has to know; this is just between you and me.
I step closer and kiss his lips. Oh fuck, he moans. I kiss him harder, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He returns my kiss and starts kissing in a fast and messy way, slow down, I tell him, we’ve got plenty of time. I move my hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling his abdomen and chest muscles. I take his t-shirt off and lean in to suck on his right nipple. He’s moaning louder now. I push him towards the couch until he is sitting, then unzip his jeans. I pull off his jeans. His large cock is jutting out in his underwear, and there is a large wet spot in the front.
I pull his cock out and put it in my mouth, and he starts thrusting up. He isn’t going to last long, oh fuck Max, that’s SOOO good, he says. I lick down his cock to his taint and pull his legs up. I put my face between his arse cheeks and lick up and down. I circle his hole with my tongue, his moans getting louder and louder.
I put my middle finger in his mouth, and he sucks. I bring it down to his hole, slowly circling its rim, then pushing in. He starts to whimper, oh fuck yeah, taking that as a sign of encouragement, I push my finger in up to my knuckle, and he starts to buck up against it.
Ryan was being very receptive to my finger slowly fucking him. I add a second finger alongside the first, and his whole body tenses, his breathing ragged. He’s gripping the edge of the couch cushion like he’s trying to anchor himself. The resistance melts away quickly; he’s too eager, too desperate for this. I can feel him opening up, his hole relaxing around my fingers as I add a third finger and work him slowly, deliberately, letting him adjust to the sensation.
“That’s it,” I murmur against his skin. “You’re doing so well.”
The praise seems to undo him. He starts moving his hips in rhythm with my fingers, chasing the sensation. His cock is leaking steadily now. I can smell him; the scent of his gym clothes mixed with sweat and arousal. It’s intoxicating.
I pull my fingers out and stand, looking down at him sprawled on the couch. I grab my cock and point it at his hole; do you want this I ask him. He nods eagerly, his eyes pleading. I can see the desire etched in his face, the way his chest rises and falls with anticipation. I spit into my palm and coat my cock with it, rubbing the head against his opening.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice low and commanding. I’ve learned that these younger men respond to direction, to being told what to do. It simplifies things.
“Fuck me,” Ryan breathes out. “Please Fuck me.”
I push into him slowly, feeling the resistance of his tight hole give way as I sink deeper. He’s gasping, his hands reaching for my chest, and I grab his wrists, pinning them to the couch on either side of his head. The control of it, his vulnerability, his complete surrender to me, is intoxicating.
“Relax,” I tell him, staying inside him, giving him time to get used to the feeling. I slowly pull out, then push back in, setting a steady rhythm. Ryan’s breath comes in short gasps as his body adjusts to my cock. I can feel him relax around me, the initial tension giving way to something more flexible. His hole grips my cock like it was made for this.
“You like that?” I ask, though it’s not really a question. I can see it written all over his face, the way his eyes roll back, the way his mouth falls open, the slight tremor running through his limbs.
“Yeah,” he manages, his voice hoarse. “Yeah, that’s... fuck, unbelievable.”
I pick up the pace, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Each thrust elicits a sound from him, a gasp, a moan, a whimper. The couch creaks beneath us, and I don’t give a shit who might hear. I start fucking him harder now, he feels so good, his moaning starts to get louder, fuck, harder, he says. I fuck him hard now, slamming into him. I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I pushed in one more time, and then my orgasm hit, fuck I came harder than I can remember cumming in a long time.
Over the next few weeks, Ryan would be over at the house sometimes with Liam, sometimes on his own, and we’d always try to sneak a quick fuck or blowjob without getting caught. One afternoon, I was working from home, I thought I had the house to myself, and texted Ryan to come over.
We were busy fucking in the lounge room when I noticed my eldest son Ben standing there watching. He had his cock in his hand, stroking, so does Liam know you’re fucking his best friend, he said. Oh fuck, seeing Ben watching us clicked something perverse in me, fucking come here, I told him. Ryan looked up to see who I was talking to when Ben walked up, suck his cock, I told Ryan. He opened his mouth without question and started sucking Ben’s cock while I was fucking his ass.
This would be the first of many times Ben and I tag-teamed one of my son’s friends. He had a sexual appetite nearly as strong as mine.
Ben and I never explicitly discussed it, but we had an understanding. When I texted him that Ryan was coming over, he’d find an excuse to be home. When I caught him watching that first time, something shifted between us, a recognition, maybe. A shared hunger that didn’t need words.
Ryan became a regular fixture. Sometimes he’d arrive thinking he was meeting Liam, only to find me waiting. Other times, he’d text me directly now, his initial hesitation replaced by an eagerness that made the whole thing almost too easy. I’d taught him well, how to take my cock, how to respond to commands, how to exist in that headspace where thinking wasn’t required, only compliance.
Ben would often join us. He had a way of slipping into the scene without any prior notice.
Alex and Jeff
When I first met Jeff at Ben’s Birthday, I knew he was something special. The way he looked at me the first time we met, even with his boyfriend standing next to him, I could see the hunger in his eyes. That subtle flick of attention, the way his pupils dilated just slightly when our hands touched during the introduction.
Alex was there standing beside him, but Jeff’s gaze kept drifting back to me. I recognised that look because I’d seen it in Ryan’s eyes, in Ben’s, in so many younger men who suddenly found themselves in the presence of something they couldn’t quite articulate but desperately wanted.
Ben’s birthday party was iconic. Once my wife left to visit her sister, the party really started. We’d organised male strippers to come in and help get things started, but it was only when they arrived that we found out the main stripper who was going to be everyone’s cum dump was sick, so we knew we had to find an alternative.
It was Ben’s idea to try to talk Jeff into being that person; he’d already been fucking Jeff behind Alex’s back for months, so it was no stretch of the imagination that maybe he’d be susceptible to the idea. Ben had noticed how he looked at me when we were introduced, so he had me share a joint with him. After a few drinks and a joint, I asked Jeff if he’d like to help Ben out, as one of the strippers had dropped out. Jeff told me he didn’t think Alex would like the idea. That’s when I came up with the idea of using a mask, so Alex wouldn’t find out.
