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Subject: Watching My Son Grow: Chapter 3 Hey guys, sorry this is up a bit later than planned. I was hoping to have it up tail end of last week, but real life got in the way, and that pays the bills! Thanks to everyone who got in touch. I love hearing from, and chatting with you guys. Some of you have given me great ideas for further chapters of this story, and some stories in the future, so thanks for that. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a long one, so get comfy, get your dick out, get some lube and some poppers ready. If you want to hit along with the story, please do, bit don't hold me responsible for the results! But, if you want to let me know how you managed, please do. I'm planning either one or two more chapters of this story, covering the rest of the weekend, and a little of the aftermath. I don't really like stories that go on and on, when they really don't need to. Once again, this is all fantasy. Don't do any of this in real life, and this is not based in any real-life experience. Last but certainly not least, Nifty needs your donations. So, go do it! Watching My Son Grow: Chapter Three About three months before Maxs' 11th birthday, I was watching him blow The Policeman through our homemade gloryhole. The guy was close to cumming, as was Max. Max wasn't shooting loads yet, but had discovered the joys of jerking himself off as he sucked. With a roar from the booth, and a quiet squeal from Max, they both came. As usual, Max closed the hatch and came over to kneel in front of me to finish me off. I heard the exterior door close just as Max began to deepthroat me, and I kept one ear out for the car to start outside the garage. It did, as I expected, and as normal, The Policeman sat there as the car idled, drinking water and taking a break after his excessive popper use in the booth. As Max was sucking me, I heard the Grindr notification ping on my phone, and expecting it to be the usual 'thank you' message from The Policeman, I reached for my phone. The message was from him, and did say 'thank you', but it also said he'd left a message for me in the booth, but not to let Max see it. I wondered what it was, but put it to the back of my mind as Max treated me to an exceptional blowjob. I put my phone back down and picked up the poppers, took a couple of hits and within seconds I was shooting down his throat. 'You're so fucking hot, Max' I cooed, 'and I love you so much' 'I love you too, Daddy' replied Max, looking up at me as he cleaned the last vestiges of cum off my deflating dick. Once he was done, he gave me a quick kiss and then ran back into the house as he needed to get ready for a friends' birthday party this afternoon. Once Max was back in the house, I unlocked the door through to the booth, and saw a folded piece of paper sat on the stool. I brought it back into the garage and sat back down on my wing chair to read it: 'I know your secret. I know your 'boy' is underage. I've known for a while now, and I've been wondering what to do about it. When I first figured it out, I thought I should turn you in, but I'm not going to. Obviously, you have my face and my car on CCTV, which I'm guessing was a calculated part of your safety system when you set up this gloryhole. But that's not the reason. The reason is I like it too much. I've already told you I've got kids at home, and the thought of another boy, maybe my sons' age; blowing me turns me on more than I ever thought possible. I'm not going to turn you in, I'm going to keep coming back, week after week, to fuck your boys throat. If you ever decide to go further, if you haven't already, PLEASE let me know as I'd like to be part of it.' That letter sent chills through me. What did The Policeman mean by going further? Would he stick to his word about not turning me in? I suppose he'd be caught up in any legal proceedings as I could prove he'd been coming here weekly for nigh on 9 months. I guess I had no choice but to trust him. I messaged him on Grindr, telling him I'd read his note, but didn't get a reply for a couple of days. All it said was 'thank you'. But that note also gave me another idea. After that, he was business as usual, he turned up every week as normal and no mention of the note was made again. A couple of weeks later, it was Parents Evening a Maxs' school. A Wednesday of all days, so Mr. Chester had to cancel, given he would be at it too. They were a bit of a chore, but I never really minded going as Max was always such a good student. However, this year, for the first time; students were expected to accompany their parents. Max was a little unsure, but I told him he had nothing to worry about. As the evening progressed, all his teachers were saying the same things: Max was smart, kind, thorough and polite. It was good to hear, but I knew all those things. The evening began to wind down, a lot of the parents had already left; as had some of the teachers. There were probably only five other sets of parents there, along with the teachers. The last teacher we had to see was Mr. Chester. It seems so odd seeing him like this in the flesh, when the only part of him I'd ever really seen in the flesh before now was his cock as it pounded my sons' throat. The son who was sat next to me, opposite this brilliant specimen of manhood. We chatted about how Max was doing, just as we should, taking about how he was coming along with his swimming, and if he applied himself a little more, he could make the rugby team. 'One thing I have noticed is that Max seems to really apply himself when he's enjoying something' said the teacher, 'whatever that is, sport or...anything else he may be interested in'. I took a moment to study him before I responded. He kept my gaze, though his eyes were not threatening. 'Is that right?' I asked, 'It is' continued Mr. Chester, 'even if he struggles to begin with, he'll force himself up he gets to the root of whatever it is he may be tackling' The subtle emphasis on the word 'root' confirmed to me that Mr. Chester knew it was Max on the other side of the gloryhole. 'He's always up to tackle a challenge' I countered quickly, keeping the younger mans' gaze, 'no matter how big' Mr. Chester adjusted himself in his seat, as if he was dealing with the start of an erection. 'I'm glad to hear it' he said with a smile, 'too many boys these days run from a challenge, probably because they don't know how fulfilling the rewards can be' 'You're probably right' I replied, 'but Max loves being rewarded' 'I know that' said the teacher quickly, 'he also seems to love working for that reward' 'You're not wrong' Max sat by, completely obvious to the double-speak conversation happening next to him. Suddenly, Mr. Chester stood up, so his crotch was at our eye level. He was more than half hard, and it was straining his shorts. 'I think that's everything we need to talk about' he said, reaching out to shake my hand, 'Now, if you'll excuse me, I just need to go grab something from my office before I head out. You know where my office is, don't you, Max?' Max perked up, and said 'Yes, Sir' 'Good' said Mr. Chester, 'I'll no doubt see you soon' The teacher surreptitiously adjusted his crotch again, and walked away. I looked around the room, and there was only one other set of parents left, their daughter, and the teacher they were sat with; half a dozen tables away. I checked my watch; it was almost half-past 8. 'Max, could you show me where Mr. Chesters' office is?' I asked him, quietly 'Sure' he nodded, 'but why?' 'I'm pretty sure he knows it's your hot little mouth he's fucking every week' I replied, which made Max gasp, 'and given it's a Wednesday, he's had to miss his session in the booth tonight because of Parents Evening' Comprehension suddenly dawned on my boys' face, and he stood up quickly. 'I'll show you' 'Good boy' I followed Max out of the hall where the Parents Evening was being held, and followed him through the quiet school. Schools in the evening are always odd places, no noise. We quickly came to the sports department, and Max opened a door into the boys' locker room. God, that smell took me back. He led me through the rows of benches and lockers, passed the open showers, and then knocked quietly on a door. 'It's open' came the muffled reply. Max pushed them door open, and we were both greeted by the sight of Mr. Chester leant against his desk, naked save for the whistle around his neck and the trainers on his feet, jerking off his big dick. 'We need to make this quick' he said I guided Max into the room, and followed him in, closing the door behind us. 'Get naked' barked Mr. Chester, Max immediately complied, undressing in almost record time. 'Get on it' I said, Max gave me an unsure glance, but I smiled at him, and he smiled back; before dropping to his knees and burrowing into his teachers' hairy nuts. Mr. Chester groaned as Max began to lick his balls. 'You've no idea how long I've wanted to be with a boy in the office' he said as Max began sucking on the head of his dick, 'seeing them get changed every day, the smell of their sweat invading every part of this department, it drives me crazy' I laughed as I hauled my cock out of my fly, and watched a Mr. Chester put his hands on the back of Maxs' head and began a series of slow, deep strokes into his throat. 'And now, I get to do it with the most talented cocksucker I've ever come across' Max moaned at the compliment. 'Or cum in' I offered, He laughed as Max gagged. Thankfully he'd had the presence of mind to get Max to strip, otherwise he'd have a messy uniform to wear home. 'How long have you known?' I asked as I really needed to know. 'A couple of months' he replied, looking me in the eye. 'How?' I asked, 'I wondered who lived at your house, and did a little searching. It's not that hard to find out. When I saw your last name, I wondered if you were related to little Max here, and so I checked the school records. I know that's a breach of privacy laws, but I think we're both a little beyond that now, don't you?' I laughed at his explanation. 'It still doesn't mean that the mouth at the hole was Max though' I suggested, 'True' he replied, 'but I caught a glimpse of him through the gloryhole a while back. I was bending down to pull my shorts up and the hatch wasn't closed all the way. So, I got a great view of him crawling over to suck you off' 'Well, you've found me out' I admitted, 'though I'm glad you haven't done thing about it' 'Why would I?' he asked, 'Max is the best cocksucker I've ever had the pleasure to meet. But now, we need to hurry up and get out of here before they lock the school up for the night'. At that, he grabbed the back of Maxs' head and began to pound deep into his throat. Max groaned around his cock, and for the first time, I was treated to the view of my boy being face fucked without the gloryhole. It was fucking hot. I don't know what that says about me as a father, but my dick was steel hard watching my boy being used like an object. 'Fuck Max' groaned Mr. Chester through gritted teeth, 'your throat is fucking perfection' Max moaned as much as he could, given he was being subjected to rather a pounding. I leant down next to Max, and whispered in his ear, 'You need to get him to come baby, do your little trick you use to speed me up' Max moaned in answer, and slicked a couple of his fingers up with the drool and slime that was coating his upper chest. He quickly snaked his fingers through his teachers' legs, and Mr. Chester let out of a grunt of lust as two of Maxs' dexterous little fingers worked their way inside his no-doubt virgin arse. 'Fuck boy!' cried the teacher as Max no doubt found his prostate, and began working on it. Mr. Chester doubled down, and held Maxs' head tighter, and sped up his strokes. Max was making that funny 'ack, ack, ack' sound in the back of his throat as his teachers' dick forced its' way deep into his throat. 'Odd question given the circumstances' I ventured, 'but what's your name?' 'Mark' moaned the man. I moved to stand next in front of him, so Max was between us. I reached out to play with the mans' hairy nipples, which elicited a groan from him. I leant forwards ever so slightly, and began talking dirty to the teacher fucking my boys' throat. 'Did you ever think you'd be face fucking one of your students in your office? Sliding your fat, hairy teacher dick down their throat, working your way to pump a load of thick spunk down their throat? Having him shove a couple of his fingers up your arse? All while his Dad watches you? Wanks watching you fuck his boys' throat?' Mark looked up at me and met my gaze, 'Fuck man!' he exhaled, With that, he leant forwards and started to kiss me, deep. I didn't object, Mark was fucking hot, I just didn't expect it. We made out for about another twenty seconds as he jackhammered into Maxs' throat, when suddenly he groaned into my mouth. I guessed he was cumming, and he pulled his head back and looked up at his he ceiling as he held Max as deep as he could go. With an exhausted 'fuck', he let Max go and my boy slowly retreated off his dick, sucking it clean as he went. He slipped his fingers out too, earning him another grunt from his teacher. 'Max' I said quickly, 'you're not finished' He turned over his shoulder and saw my cock, and wiggled around to face me. 'Deep and fast, baby' I instructed, 'I'm almost there'. With a moan, he dove onto my cock and throated it immediately. I put my hands on the back of his head, but didn't hold him. He knew what he was doing, and I loved it when he fucked his own throat on my dick. I smirked at Mark as he watched, and he reached over to tweak my right nipple. That little bit of added stimulation tipped me over the edge, and I was soon shooting straight down into Maxs' stomach. I let myself ride my orgasm for about 10 seconds, and then leapt into action. I pulled Max up to his feet, gave him a quick kiss and then grabbed a towel from a nearby hook and began to wipe him down. Once he was dry, and I told him to dress as fast as he could. Weather Mr. Chester thought I was talking to him too, I'm not sure, but he also dressed very quickly. I put my dick away, and zipped up, thankful there wasn't too much throat slime dampening the crotch of my chinos. In no time flat, I was shepherding a fully dressed Max out of Mr. Chesters' office by his shoulders, and the teacher locked up behind me. We managed to get out of the school unseen, and we were both in the car park before we spoke again. 'No doubt we'll see you next Wednesday' I said, 'You certainly will' came the quick reply. 'Thank you, Mr. Chester' said Max, In response, his teacher crouched down and said, 'I think it's us two who should be thanking you, Max' My son giggled in response as his teacher ruffled his hair, and then stood up. 'I'll message you' he said under his breath to me, and with that, he turned and walked to his car, offering us both a small wave before he got it. True to his word, Mr. Chester did message me. The Grindr notification pinged before we'd even got home, though I waited until Max had showered and was in bed before I read it. 'Fuck man! I can't believe what just happened! You and your boy and are amazing! I've never been able to fuck a face like that, and the fact it was your son whilst you watched made it even hotter. I'd also never kissed a guy or had anything up my arse before, so they can be checked off the list too! Looking forward to see you next week, and don't worry, I'll take our secret to my grave' As melodramatic as the last part was, it was reassuring. That there were now two other men who knew our secret did worry me, but I tried not to let it bother me. I figured if they were going to have done something about it, they would have done it by now. It also made me think more about Maxs' upcoming birthday, and that sweet little honey pot between his legs, just begging to be plundered. Mr. Chester, or Mark as I called him, continued his visits to the gloryhole every Wednesday. Sometimes we unlocked the door through into the garage so he could get his hands on my boy, but most of the time Max serviced him through the gloryhole. Both Mark and I decided we'd let Max decide how he was feeling each week, and left it at that. Sometimes he got blown through the gloryhole, and sometimes Mark and I would make out whilst we took turns fucking Maxs' throat and playing with each other's holes whilst we stood in the garage. I also thought about the remaining three regulars, The Suit, The Scaffolder and The Trucker. Maybe I could get them in on this too? I know it was a risk, but it was necessary given what I was planning. So, I devised a plan about two months before Maxs' birthday. I simply left a note for each of them in the booth during their visits. All it said was 'Do you know our secret?' The first to receive their note was The Scaffolder on his Monday evening visit. I was just getting in to bed when the Grindr noise pinged from my phone, sat in its' charging cradle on my bedside table. I took my phone and held it for a while, and I didn't realise I wasn't breathing. I quickly opened the message, and all it said was 'Yes', though the app showed he was still online. 'And?' I sent, 'Fuck' came the quick reply, and another straight away, 'It's everything I ever wanted' 'He loves it too' I replied, His only response was the little purple devil emoji 'Watch this space. I have plans' It was less than five seconds before he replied, 'Count me in' Three down, two to go. The wait until Friday evening and The Suits' appointment in the booth was interminable. He was the one I worried about the most. I guessed he was a lawyer or something, so imagined he would have been the most likely to turn me in, besides The Policeman. I could barely focus on work, and was even a little distracted with Max. I explained the latter away by telling him I was just finishing up a big project at work, and it was very tiring. His response was adorable. Instead of blowing me every morning, he'd creep in before I woke up and just cuddled me until I woke up. It got to be Friday morning before he even gave me a morning blowjob, and we had to rush it as we'd spent so long cuddling and fondling in bed. It did, however, improve my mood for the day, and I managed to focus properly on work for the first time that week. Though all my nerves came back as I watched Max suck The Suit through the gloryhole. The note was already in the booth. I couldn't turn back now. His message came through about half an hour after he left, and it was prompt and to the point, 'I've known for a while. That's why I keep coming back.' Fuck. I let out a breath I didn't even realise I was holding, and when I went to tuck Max in, I slid his duvet down, pulled his PJ bottoms off, and began to suck my boy. It wasn't unheard of for me to do this, though it had been a couple of months. His dick was getting bigger, though he was still hairless and his balls hadn't dropped. I quickly spit on a couple of my fingers and eased them inside his little boy pussy. Max groaned at the breach, and reached down to hold my head. I did his favourite, which was taking him to the root, wiggling my fingers against his immature little prostate, and then slathering his little empty ball sack with my tongue. It drove him crazy whenever I did it, and he wriggle and moaned underneath me as I brought his body to the edge. With a long, high 'Daddy!', he shook through what seemed to be a hell of a dry cum. I slid out of his butt and let his little dicklet flopped out of my mouth, pulled his PJs and the duvet up and gave Max a deep goodnight kiss. He seemed exhausted, and whispered 'I love you, Daddy' before promptly falling asleep. I waited until I was in bed before I replied to The Suit, 'Music to my ears. I have plans for him, do you want in?' The response was almost immediate, even though the app showed he was offline, 'More than you know' I sent that overused purple devil emoji, and simply wrote, 'Await further instructions' I received a thumbs up very quickly, and logged off. One more roped to the chariot. That only left The Trucker, and it wouldn't be too long to wait until Sunday morning. When Max was blowing The Policeman the following lunchtime, high as a kite on poppers, I received a notification on Grindr. Thinking it could be a one off, I looked and saw it was The Trucker, 'Sorry it's short notice, but my shift has been changed to cover someone off sick. Can I come this afternoon instead of tomorrow morning?' We had no plans, but it was up to Max. After my boy had sucked out The Policemans' load, and come down from his popper high, I asked him if he minded servicing The Trucker this afternoon rather than tomorrow morning. 'Sure, Daddy' came his sweet reply, tinged somewhat by the fact he still had a sting of cum running down his chin. I licked it off and Frenched it into his mouth, before responding to The Trucker, 'We're free all afternoon' 'I'll be there in twenty' came the almost immediate reply. I told Max, and he was excited, though he needed to pee, so ran through the garage into the house naked whilst I remained in my wing chair and typed another message to The Trucker, 'He's just serviced another regular. He's a popper pig too, so Max is a bit out of it. Please keep that in mind' Whilst waiting for a response, I took the final note out of its hiding place on the shelves in the third garage bay, and unlocked the door into the booth, left it on the stool, and then retreated back into the garage, locking the door behind me. I came back to my phone to find the usual 'thank you' message from The Policeman, and looked up to see his car just exiting my driveway; as well as a response from The Trucker, 'No problem, man. Hot to think he's going to drink my jizz down as his second stranger load of the day' Max came back, excited he was going to service two guys in one day. We hadn't done that before. 'Be careful with the poppers though, baby' I said, 'The Trucker knows you're already a bit high from them, so he knows not to push you too far, ok?' 'Ok, Daddy' The Trucker was gentler with Max, though we all still thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. I blew my load all over Maxs' face just as the outer door shut, and then escort izmit spent a good five minutes licking it off and Frenching it into his mouth. I got The Truckers' reply to my note mid-afternoon, 'Of course, I know. I've known for a while, his moans are too high, and I caught a peek at him quite early on. Had to do some soul searching, but given he's the best head I've ever had, I came around quickly.' 'Good' was my response, 'It is?' 'It is. He loves your dick, and I want to take him to the next level if you catch my drift?' 'I do' 'You want in?' 'Fuck yes, man. I do' Now I had all the regulars on board, I began to plan Maxs' 11th birthday in earnest. I spent my lunchtime on Monday looking for places I could host, and I found an Airbnb in South Wales, about a two- and half-hour drive from where we lived. It was perfect. All on one level, a modern build with an open plan living/dining/kitchen, all overlooking the Bristol Channel. Six bedrooms, so one for each guy, plus one for Max and I. The main selling point was the fact it sat on half a dozen acres, meaning it was completely private. The driveway had electric gates at the end, so we'd all know if someone was coming. I contacted the host, spinning them some yarn about how it was going to be an annual get together of old school friends and their other halves, no kids, no dogs; and requested to book it from the Friday to the Monday. The owners got back to me quickly, and they approved the booking. I paid the first half of the payment, and so my plan was well underway. Now I just needed to get all the players involved. I messaged each of them just before I got back to my desk, telling them to set up a burner email account, and then send me the address. I then booked the Friday and the Monday of Max's birthday weekend off work too, which was very quickly approved. I told them I was taking Max away for the weekend for his birthday, which they thought was cute. Cute wasn't quite how I'd put it, but there we are. After watching Max rim and suck The Scaffolder on the Monday evening, I swung into action. I'd received all of the burner account addresses, and I composed a long email, and sent it to each of them individually, 'By now you know our secret, and you're good with it. My boy loves your dick, and I love him. To that end, I want to invite you to his next birthday party. It's going to be a weekend in rural Wales, the third weekend of October, Friday through Monday. I'll send you the directions when you confirm. If you come, you come for the duration. I will provide everything we could need, food, drink, lube, poppers etc. but if you want to bring anything else, please do. Hard drugs will not be tolerated, and you will be ejected. Weed is OK. Although it's his birthday, please don't buy him a present. In fact, he's going to give us one: his cherry. His birthday is on the Saturday, so all of Friday night is about preparing him and preparing his pussy, and then as the clock strikes midnight, I'm going to slide in his little cunt and breed it, just like a Dad should. After that, it's going to be open season. By that, I mean that any hole is fair play, his, mine, yours. His cherry might not be the only one getting popped that weekend. Let me know if you want in, but know that if you do, you will get fucked that weekend. My boy has given you his throat all year, and now he's going to give you his tight, practically virgin hole, raw. And I'm letting you. So now you can give up yours, turnabout is fair play, after all. There will be no videoing, and no phones allowed in the house. Phones will have to be left in a box, turned off, by the front door. If you need to make a call, then you take it outside and then the phone goes back in the box when you're done. We all know what's at risk here, and we need to minimise risk in any way we can. To that end, I want a clean STI screen dated within the week of the trip to be handed to me when you arrive. I will provide mine too, so no-one takes home anything they shouldn't. The house is booked, so this is happening regardless. Let me know by Friday at 5 at the latest. I know I'm asking a lot, but you've obeyed all the rules so far, and we've had more fun than I think any of us thought possible. This is simply the next step. OneHornyDad P.S. My son doesn't know any of this is happening, so please don't say anything about it whilst you're in the booth between now and then' The Policeman was the first to respond. It was only about five minutes after I'd sent my email, and his response was a resounding 'yes' providing he could get the time off work. He would tell his wife and kids he had to go away for a weekend conference, she wouldn't question it. I would have a definite answer by the end of the day Tuesday. I received no further responses until Tuesday evening, when both The Suit and The Trucker said they were in too, and had already had their holiday requests approved. About half an hour later, The Policeman confirmed he was definitely in too, and his holiday request was approved too. Mr. Chester was scheduled for the following evening, though there was no way for me to communicate with him with Max there. Plus, Max wanted to blow him through the gloryhole, so the only part of him I could actually see was his dick. He sent his usual 'thank you' message after he left, and in response, I asked him if he'd received my email. About five minutes later, I received an email from him apologising for not responding sooner, but he only had access to his burner account on his laptop, which he hadn't used since the weekend; but saying he was up for it provided he could get the time off work, and would get back to me tomorrow. I was sat in my car, having just arrived at work the following morning when I checked my email, and there was an email from The Scaffolder. No text, just a video attachment. After it downloaded, it began to play, the sound playing through my cars' stereo system via Bluetooth. The video showed The Scaffolder wanking, and was shot from above. With his phone so close to his face, I could hear him talking his usual stream of filth, his voice a low rumble as he told me he was so up for the weekend he had barely gone soft since he received my email. He'd got the time off work, and was planning to bring some weed if I was happy with that. He then went on to tell me how he was going to fuck my son, deep and hard. Slide in using my spunk for lube, and then add his load to his butt. He then went on to say he wanted to watch me fuck my son whilst he sat on Maxs' face and got a proper, deep rim job. How Max would lube his hole with his spit ready for someone else to pop his straight, virgin cherry. His chatter fell off after that and turned into moans as he shot a huge load all over his flat stomach. I was hard as a rock in my trousers, and had to duck into the bathroom before I went to my desk to knock out a load, watching the video again, and listening to The Scaffolder through my headphones. I responded that lunchtime, saying I was happy he could come. Just as I hit send, I had a message from Mr. Chester, confirming he could come too. Brilliant, all of the regulars were on board. This would be a birthday Max would never forget. Half a dozen grown men, one of them his Dad, gangbanging him all weekend long. It was Wednesday evening before I sent them all anything further, 'Thank you for getting back to me, I'm very pleased you're in, and I know my son will be too. Attached is a map showing the location of the house, and the address. The nearest neighbours are half a mile away, through dense forest, so it's good and private. You need to be there by 8. Things will kick off at 9. There will be 5 of you, me, and my son. You will all have separate bedrooms, my son and I will share one, so we can all have some privacy if we want it. We need to be gone by 11 on the Monday morning, but no-one is to leave before 8AM. I have a plan for the Sunday night that means we probably won't get much sleep, and I don't want you driving home tired on my conscience. If you don't turn up, the gloryhole will be closed to you for good. But remember, you're on CCTV every week. You're every bit as complicit in this as I am. But if you do turn up, we can play out our darkest fantasies in private, with likeminded men, and one willing boy. OneHornyDad' I got positive responses over the next couple of days, confirming everyone would be there. And so, over the next couple of months, I started to put everything else into action. I order a lot of poppers, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. 60 bottles, all put to one side ready for our weekend away. I found some more porn too, and bookmarked quite a bit. Straight, bi, gay; whatever, I knew the house were staying in had Smart TVs, so all I needed was to get them up and running. I bought pretty of lube, all sorts as I know different people have different preferences. I also bought a sling and a collapsible frame, which meant I could transport it without Max ever really seeing it. All this needed to be a surprise for him too. I called his school, and booked him out on the Friday afternoon, saying he had a hospital appointment, which we'd been waiting a while for, and didn't want to reschedule. They were fine with it, so I was told to pick Max up at 12. Max continued to service his regulars too, and by now we usually only had one one-off a month given how busy the gloryhole was. Max didn't seem to mind at all, and neither did I. They all kept to their word too, and mentioned nothing to Max whilst they were pounding his throat. We also continued our little routine, though as time went on, I started rimming him and fingering him more and more, trying to open him up. I didn't want him too prepared, that was what the Friday night was for, but I needed to lay some of the groundwork. Max brought up his birthday a couple of times, and I told him I had it in hand. He didn't seem to pry, maybe the gloryhole last year had been such a success he thought I was trying to top that. Little did he know what I was trying to top. The Monday of Maxs' birthday week arrived, and I the next part of my plan kicked in. I gave Max some fibre supplements in his morning OJ, and continue to do that for the next couple of days. I began to put everything together that we'd need to take, keeping it all hidden away in one of the spare rooms that Max hardly ever went in. The Friday morning rolled around, and I woke up to Max sucking my dick as usual. I looked at the clock, and it read 6.58AM. In just over 17 hours, Maxs' cherry would be no more, and I'd be shooting my first load inside his tight little boy pussy; and he was still none the wiser that this was all going to happen. I'd messaged all the regulars last night, confirming they were still on, and they'd all come back within minutes saying they were. The Policeman said he was so hard at the thought he could barely focus. Maxs' throat was heaven, even after all these years, I could never tire of it. His devotion to my dick was wonderful to experience, and the fact it was mine whenever I wanted it made it all the sweeter. The thought of popping Maxs' cherry tonight made me lose my load faster than I wanted to, and I blasted deep inside his throat. Max moaned around the head of my dick, the vibrations humming up and down the length of my cock as I rode out the tail end of my orgasm almost made me cum again. After a quick cuddle, I hustled him into the shower and we washed one another. I crouched down on my knees and took his little pecker in my mouth, and reached back to massage his little butt. He took the back of my head in his hands proceeded to slowly fuck my face. I slipped a couple of fingers inside him, not deep, but just enough to nudge his prostate. As I expected, he was soon bucking into my mouth as he rode out his little dry cum. I held him as he came down, and he hugged me back. My dick was starting to get hard again, looking down at my boy, the hot water running down his back and into his smooth little crack. The thought of that hot little boy butt wrapped around my big Daddy dick later was starting to fire me up, but I held myself back. Good things come to those who wait. We dressed and before waving Max off for the bus, I told him I'd be picking him up at noon as he had a doctors' appointment this afternoon. He looked confused, as that was the first he'd heard of it, but he didn't ask to many questions. I told him the school knows, and I'd meet him at the gate. He gave me a little kiss, and off he went. I spent my morning packing everything we could need. I had a supermarket delivery arranged for mid-afternoon at the house in Wales, so I didn't have to worry about taking too much food. I packed a couple of changes of clothes for both Max and I, but doubted any of it would be touched over the weekend. I packed the car with everything, hiding the sling back behind the small suitcases. I left home just after 11 and pulled up to Maxs' school at quarter to 12. I checked my emails on the off chance as I waited for him, and was treated to another video of The Scaffolder, sent this morning, again jerking off as he told me everything he wanted to do to Max this weekend. Suffice to say I was hard when Max jumped in the car just before noon. Thankfully I'd noticed him coming up the pathway towards me, so I had time to turn the video off. 'Hi Daddy' he almost sung as he jumped in the car, 'Hi, baby boy' I replied, leaning over to give him a little kiss, 'how was school?' 'Good' he declared as he put on his seatbelt, 'we had history this morning and learnt all about Henry VII' 'Really' I asked as we pulled away, 'He was a funny man, wasn't he Daddy?' he asked, 'Why do you say that?' I replied, 'Well, he wanted to have so many wives' said Max, 'I think that's silly. Girls are yucky!' I laughed at my boy. He was only 11, surely all 11-year-old boys think girls are yucky. But then Max wasn't your average 11-year-old boy. He happily chattered away for the next hour or so, and we talked about a lot of different things to go with history. 'Where are we going, Daddy?' he asked, out of the blue, 'I thought we were going to the doctors' 'That was a lie to get you out of school, sweetheart' I replied, 'but where we're going is a surprise' That seemed to placate him, and we soon began singing along to music on the radio, drinking his water, that I'd laced with a little bit of diazepam, just to calm him. Just over an hour later, we pulled into the driveway of the rental house, punched in the code on the keypad, and the gates opened in front of me. We proceeded up the drive, and as soon as we stopped, Max jumped out of the car. 'Wow, Daddy!' he shouted, 'this place is amazing!' He had a point; it was a pretty nice house. I quickly found the key safe and got the keys for the front door out, and soon we were inside. The interiors were modern and light, with a sunken seating area in the living area containing a large, U-shaped modular sofa that made me thing about all the options those height differences could afford, but my mind was running away with itself. The views were incredible, vast glass panels afforded an almost uninterrupted view over the gardens and then the Bristol Channel. Max was running around, trying to find which bedroom was the best. Eventually I heard him shout from down a corridor to my right, and went to find him. He was stood in what was unmistakably the master bedroom, which had the same picture windows over the Channel and an enormous bed. 'This is my room, Daddy' he declared, all smiles. 'This is our room, Max' I replied, and he smiled at me, 'all weekend long' 'Is this my birthday present?' he asked, 'It's part of it, but the rest is yet to come' I added cryptically, 'now let's just everything in from the car, and we can get stuff sorted' Over the next fifteen minutes, we worked to get everything out of the car and either into the kitchen area or into the bedroom. Max packed all his clothes, and then came to find me. 'Daddy' he said, with a questioning tone to his voice, 'can I have a bath and then have a nap? I'm feeling a bit sleepy' As if to prove a point, he began yawning and rubbing his eyes. Obviously, the diazepam was working, which is exactly what I wanted. 'Sure, baby' I said as I took his hand walked him back to the master bathroom. There was a large freestanding tub in the middle of the room, though the showstopper was the shower, which took up the entirety of the external wall. The entire wall was a window, and there were half a dozen shower rainfall shower heads coming out of the ceiling, all encompassed behind a clear glass screen. You could easily fit 10 people in there. I ran him a hot bath, pouring a little lavender oil in it to help him relax, and left him to it. Whilst he was in the bath, the grocery delivery arrived, which was good as it was early on in the time slot. It was about half an hour later when he re-emerged into the kitchen, wrapped in a large, thick towel, his wet hair mussed up. He looked adorable. 'I'm out of the bath, Daddy' he said, 'I can see that' I replied, and dropped what I was doing, picked up another special glass of water, and took him back to the bedroom. I dried him off, and then dressed him in his PJs. He climbed into the plush bed, and snuggled down under the duvet. 'Max' I said, before he drank the water and was lost to me for a couple of hours, 'this is your birthday weekend, and I've made plans to make it very special. So, I'm going to set an alarm for you, so you're ready for your birthday surprise, ok?' His eyes lit up, and he gasped, but I held up my hands to cut him off. 'It's all a surprise, baby, so don't try to get it out of me, ok?' He nodded. 'Now when you wake up, there's a list of instructions I'm going to put on the bedside table. I want you to do them all for me, and then come out when it says. Ok? Not before, or you'll ruin the surprise.' 'Ok, Daddy. I promise' he said as he fought off another yawn, 'Good boy, now drink up and have a good nap. I'll see you in a couple of hours.' 'I love you, Daddy' he said, his eyes already half closed, 'I love you too, son' I replied, as I moved to close the blinds. By the time I closed the bedroom door, he was fast asleep. I looked at my watch, and it was just after 4 in the afternoon. His alarm was set for 8. Over the next couple of hours, I prepared the rest of the house. I made sure all the other bedrooms were stocked with lube and poppers, in case the guys wanted to break off from the main party and play in their own rooms. I set up the sling in the middle of the picture window in the living area. After an hour or so, I slipped back into the bedroom, undressed quietly and went into the master bathroom to take a shower, making sure the door was closed behind me so as not to wake Max. I dried off in the bathroom too, and padded back into the bedroom, the thick carpet cushioning my footfall. I dressed in a vest, a jock, and a pair of 70's-style gym shorts. You know, the ones that only come up to mid-thigh, and have a slit up the side; the stock uniform of over 70s' porn actor who was pretending to be a coach or athlete, no doubt complete with a bushy moustache. I couldn't boast a moustache, but I could boast a pretty decent body, and a dick my boy seemed to love. Before I left the bedroom, I left a laminated sheet of instructions for Max on the bedside table. I knew he'd know what to do, I'd set everything up for him, and I trusted him to follow them to the letter. I'd asked the guys to email me when they had an ETA, and I checked my phone when I got back into the living room. It seemed all of them were planning to get there around 8, which was good. I responded to each of them with the gate code, and sat and waited for the weekend to begin. The first to arrive was The Policeman. We shook hands, which seemed an odd thing to do given the reason we were both there, but we'd not actually properly met yet, so the situation seemed to demand it. 'I'm Carl' I said, which felt strange to introduce myself to someone I'd 'known' for nigh on a year. 'Eddy' he replied, his tone suggesting he felt just as oddly as I did. 'Seems strange we don't know each other's names' I offered, He laughed, which seemed to break the tension a little. "Do you want a hen getting your stuff in from the car?' I asked, 'I have it all here' he said, showing me a large holdall in his left hand. 'Great' I said, 'can you put your phone in there?' I gestured to a small wooden box that I'd brought with us, sat on a grey marble console table just inside the door. He did as I asked. 'Then let me show you your room' I took him to one of the guest rooms, and then left him to get sorted. I went back into the living room and pour a couple of glasses of whiskey, laced with a little liquid Viagra. I wanted each of the guys good for a couple of loads tonight, as well as myself. I'd already taken mine. He came back into the living room, and accepted his drink with a warm smile. He'd changed into sweats, and from the looks of things, he was freeballing. He also handed me a copy of his STI screening, as asked, and I checked it over. He was clean. The doorbell drew our attention, and I went to answer the door while he stayed in the kitchen. In front of me were The Scaffolder and The Trucker. Obviously, they'd arrived at the same time, and both looked very nervous. 'Come in, guys' I said, as I stood back and let them into the house. 'I'm Carl' I offered, and again, it seemed no less odd than before. 'Chris' said The Trucker, offering me a large hand to shake, 'Gary' said The Scaffolder, 'though everyone calls me Scamp' We shook hands, and his grip was tight. He seemed like a coiled spring. 'Scamp' seemed to be an appropriate nickname as he did look a little impish. 'That's Eddy over there' I said, gesturing toward the kitchen. Both Chris and Scamp waved hello nervously. 'Phones in the box, please guys' Again, they did as I asked, and then I showed them both to their rooms. They both came back in the clothes they had arrived in. I offered them both a whiskey, Chris accepted, but Scamp asked if he could have a beer. I told him the fridge was stocked and to help himself. I gave him a small glass of water too, and izmit escort bayan told him to drink it down with a wink. He smiled, and then downed it. I think he knew why. They both also showed me their clean STI screenings. We then all moved to sit in the sunken seating area, and shared a little small talk before the doorbell rang again. I jumped up to answer it, and there was The Suit. For an older man, he was exceptionally handsome, and though his smile was guarded and obviously covered a lot of nerves, he stuck his hand out and we shook. His grip was firm, just as I'd expected. 'Henry' he said, his voice betraying his nerves. 'Carl' I replied, and stood back to let him in. He pulled a cognac leather carry-on behind him as I walked him into the main living area, and introduced him to everyone else. I quickly showed him to his room, and went back to join the others. He was back five minutes later, still in his suit, but he'd lost the tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. I handed him a laced whiskey, presuming that would be his choice. I asked him to put his phone in the box, he did, and then he took a folded up piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and gave it to me. His screening was clear too. We sat with the others, waiting for the last player to arrive. Scamp had produced a joint from somewhere, and it was being passed around slowly. Only Henry seemed reluctant, but he took a long hit before starting to cough. 'Fuck, weed's got stronger in the last 30 years!' he said as he stopped coughing, Everyone laughed with him, and we all developed a good buzz over the next twenty minutes or so. Finally, the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. Mr. Chester was stood there, looking as handsome as ever. 'Carl' I said, offering him my hand, he shook it, and I let him in. He put his phone in the box, and then shoed me his test results, which he took out of his pocket. He was clear too. I introduced him to the rest of the guys, and they all waved hello as we passed. I showed him to his room, which was next to ours. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom next door, so obviously Max was awake. I left Mark to it, and slipped into the master bedroom. The carpet once again muffled my steps, and I peeped through into the bathroom to see Max cleaning himself out. I'd taught him to do it a couple of months ago, when I began to plan all of this, telling him it was helpful when I wanted to stretch his butt out as it stopped thing getting messy. He understood, but this was the first time he was doing it alone. I stepped back into the bedroom, took Maxs' dark blue jockstrap out of the drawer and laid it on the bed, before slipping out and re-joining the others. Mark had already come out, and was getting to know the rest of the group. I handed him a whiskey too. I checked my watch, quarter to nine. Scamp passed me the joint and I took rather a large toke before addressing the group. 'Right guys, let's get down to business' I said, and immediately all eyes were on me, 'we're here because my son Max, his name's Max by the way, if you didn't already know; is a cockslut. I know it, he knows it, you know it. He's been sucking you all off through the gloryhole for nearly a year now, and he's been sucking me off for a lot longer than that. But that's as far as I've ever gone. His pussy is cherry, except for my tongue and a couple of fingers; but that ends tonight. Tomorrow is his birthday, and we're going to make sure it's marked appropriately. Now, Max has no idea this is going to happen. He has no idea you guys are even here. And he only knows you as the nicknames we gave you. Scamp, you're The Scaffolder, Mark, you're Mr. Chester, but that will take some explaining to the others; Henry, you're The Suit, Eddy, you're The Policeman, and Chris, you're The Trucker' There were some sniggers at the nicknames, and a few worried glances at Eddy, but no one said anything, so I continued, 'As I said in my first email, this weekend about is pure, unadulterated sex. And anyone is fair play, not just Max. I meant it when I said there was going to be more than one cherry popped this weekend. It won't be mine, I'm bi, and although it's been a long time since I got fucked, I still know how to do it. But consent is important, we all know that. If someone says no, accept it. That includes Max, especially Max. Now tonight is all about him, you're going to help my loosen and lube him up, and then you're going to watch my fuck him for the first time. After that, it's over to you. Before we get to bed tonight, all of you will have bred my son, probably more than once. Now, get good and relaxed, because I'm going to go fetch him.' The group exchanged looks, and were all surreptitiously pawing their crotches. I stood up, a little high from the weed. Henry was right, it had got stronger since I last tried it; and headed for the master bedroom. I opened to door to find Max just putting on his jock. 'Hi baby' I said as I entered the room, 'Hi Daddy' he replied, smiling sweetly at me. 'Did you sleep well?' I asked, 'I did' he replied, 'I feel much better for a nap' 'And have you followed all my instructions?' 'I did, Daddy' he answered, 'I think I did it ok. I've been sat on the toilet for the last fifteen minutes making sure it was all clean' 'Good boy' I said, ruffling his hair. I crouched down to face him, 'Now Max, I know tomorrow is your birthday, and I wanted to get you something really special. So, I had to think really hard how to make sure this years present is better than last years. Because I know how much you love your gloryhole, and sucking all those dicks; so I had to make sure this year was even better.' He giggled. 'So, I wondered what I could do to top last year, and it occurred to me. And so, I want to show you your birthday surprise. Do you trust me?' 'More than anything' he said sweetly. I kissed him gently, and then led him to the hallway. As we neared where the living room would become visible, I put my hands over his eyes and guided him in to the room. I saw the guys before they started to sing, they were sat in a line, facing us, in the sunken seating area, all with their dicks out, stroking slowly. They started a chorus of 'Happy Birthday', and I moved my hands away, and let Max see his presents. He gasped and leaned back into me. I crouched down so I could hug him from behind, reassuring him. Once they'd finished singing, I walked Max forward a bit, so we were stood at the entrance to the seating area. 'Max' I said quietly in his ear, though the guys could still hear me, 'this is The Policeman, Mr. Chester, The Trucker, The Suit, and The Scaffolder.' He gasped, and then looked at their cocks. Obviously, he realised I was telling the truth, and he turned and smiled up at me, 'Thank you, Daddy!' he shouted before hugging my legs tightly. 'Do you want to go and blow out the candles?' I asked, He looked at me a little confused, and then apprehension seemed to dawn on him, and he walked over to The Policeman first, knelt down, and began to suck his dick. Eddy groaned as Max took it deep, and placed his hands on the back of my sons' head. He gently thrust up a couple of times, making Max moan. I knelt down next to him and whispered, 'Don't forget your other guests, Max' Max pulled off Eddys' dick, and moved to his right to suck Mark. The teacher simply sat back with his hands behind his head, and let Max bob up and down the full length of his cock for a dozen strokes, moaning as Max took him to the base each time. Max then raised up and moved to Chris, he struggled a bit like he normally did to accommodate the girth, but after three or four attempts, Max was sucking away with gusto. Chris reached up to tweak his own nipples through his t-shirt, and grunted as he fucked small strokes into Maxs' mouth, making him make a gagging noise with each one. Max pulled up again, and moved to suck Henry, who's dick was standing straight up out of the fly of his suit trousers. Max sunk to the base in one go. 'Fuck! Good boy, son' he said, and then looked at me to check if it was alright. I only winked in response. Henry then took hold of Maxs' head and eased him off his dick, and then plunged straight back down to the base in one go. Groans went up from the rest of the guys, marvelling at how such a small boy could so easily accommodate such a big dick. After another half a dozen slow, deep strokes, Henry let Maxs' head go, and my son moved down the row to Scamp. I think we all realised that Scamps' impatience belayed his youth. As soon as Max was on his dick, he held Max by the head and then delivered a rapid throatfuck that would have made a lesser experienced throat heave, but Max simply moaned as his tonsils were pounded over and over again by Scamp. After about thirty seconds, Scamp let go and Max pulled off, a long stream of spit and throat slime connecting his mouth to the dick he'd just serviced. 'Fuck!' exclaimed Scamp, 'this is better than I could have ever imagined' 'Too right' replied Mark, stroking his beautiful dick, 'but now I want to see Max suck his Dad' There was a general groan of consensus, so Max walked on his knees over to me, and with his back to them, sucked me balls deep on the first stroke. I moaned out as I took his head in my hands, and then began to slowly throat fuck him, easing him down the first third of my dick, and then punching the remained straight down into this throat. Max moaned around my cock each time, his throat spasming slightly with each thrust. I knew what this was doing, and eventually each of the men sat facing us, jerking their dicks, did too. The spasming of his throat was causing his entire body to tense, including his very tight, very visible cunt, framed beautifully in his jock strap. 'Fuck, man' said Eddy, almost under his breath, 'watching him suck his Dad, and watching his little pussy twitch' The joint was passed around again, and each of us took a hit or two. As we all progressed in our buzz, I got naked, as did the rest of the guys. Max seemed not to notice as five great specimens of manhood got naked behind him. he was too busy focusing on my dick, which was fine by me. I noticed however, and appraised each of them. Of course, I'd already seen all of them naked whilst they were in the booth, but stealing glances through a gloryhole is different to seeing someone close up. They were all fit, Henry had a little bit of a tummy, but wasn't fat by any stretch. I hoped I looked as good as he did when I was his age. Chris was the biggest guy there, but again, he was not fat, he was practically all muscle, and his entire body was covered in rust coloured hair that I couldn't wait to explore, but that would come later. I leant over to one of the side tables, and picked up one of the fresh bottles of poppers I'd put there earlier, and took a couple of deep hits. I then passed the bottle down to Max, who came off my dick so just the head was in his mouth, took a couple of hits, and then handed the bottle back to me. The rest of the guys seemed to take heed too, and they all grabbed a bottle, except for Henry. 'What are they?' he asked quietly, 'I've always seen them in the booth but I didn't know what they were' 'They're poppers, man' replied Chris, before taking two large hits. 'What do they do?' Henry asked again, as the rest of the guys in the row were taking hits themselves, 'Let me show you' said Chris quickly, and moved the bottle up to Henrys' nose, closed off one nostril with his finger, and made Henry hit deep through the other. He then switched nostrils, before taking the bottle backs and treating himself to another couple of quick hits. 'Fuck!' groaned Henry as the chemicals did their work. He sat back into the sofa, his hands by his sides, his dick throbbing on its own. I guessed it was the first time he'd taken poppers, and knew what he was feeling. Scamp was obviously more than ready to explore the rest of the men, as he reached over with his right hand and began to slowly stroke Henrys' dick, whilst still stroking his own with his left. Henry groaned; his head tilted back almost completely. I guess the weed and the poppers were helping him not mind another guys hand on his dick. The other three noticed what was going on between Henry and Scamp, and soon hands were roaming everywhere. Once he came down from his hit, Henry became a very willing and active participant in this, taking Scamps long, thinner dick in his left hand, and reaching up to twisted Chris' nipples with his right. Chris meanwhile was jerking off Henry and Mark simultaneously whilst Mark was jerking Eddy. Eddy was playing with his own tits, and leant over to kiss Mark. After a second's hesitation, Mark kissed back. Max of course noticed none of this as he had his back to them all, but I eased him off my dick, and noticing the joint was making another round, reached for it, took a deep hit, and then crouched down to shotgun Max. He looked confused at what I was doing, initially leaning in to kiss me, but I held his head back, and he picked up on what I was trying to do pretty quickly. The smoke did its' trick quickly, and I saw Maxs' eyes redden slightly, and then he got this far away look in his eye. 'You want to suck some more dick, baby?' I asked him quietly, He just nodded at me, so I turned him and pushed him back to the guys. He crawled a little until he came to Mark, and then pushed away the hand that was on the dick, and started sucking him. Mark groaned into Eddys' mouth. WIth my boy bent over like that, I could see his little pussy winking at me, so I crawl over behind him and began to rim him gently. Max groaned onto Marks' cock, but other than that he gave no indication I was rimming him. I worked his little ring with my tongue, applying more and more pressure until it gave way ever so slightly. I pushed harder with my tongue, and was treated to his sphincter opening more, letting my tongue in. I wondered what had prompted him to relax more, and looked up to see Eddy holding a little brown bottle under Maxs' nose. He caught me looking, I just winked at him, and went back to work. Over the next ten or so minutes, Maxs' pussy opened more, and I was able to get a couple of fingers in him. I followed him as he moved from dick to dick, man to man, wondering at how beautifully my Max was performing. Eventually I noticed a body next to me, and looked over to see Eddy crouched next to me. He had an expectant look in his eye, and I just smiled as I stood up. Though before Eddy could get what he really wanted, I guided his head straight onto my dick. He hesitated for a second, and then dove on, taking three quarters of my dick in one go. He moaned around my cock and worked me quickly for about fifteen seconds before I pulled out, crouched down and kissed him, and then guided him onto Max's butt. Eddys' groans were muffled by Maxs' arse, but Max squealed onto Henrys' dick as Eddys' tongue punched through his quivering hole. I looked around for the joint, relit it, and took a couple of very deep hits, I then passed it around, making sure Max got a little hit too. When it came back to me, I took another deep hit, and then moved over to Henry, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth. He responded by kissing me deeply, which I did not expect, and after a couple of minutes, I moved down his body and began to suck his dick. Almost immediately, Scamp was there next to me, 'I've been waiting for one of us to suck a dick' he said, but only loud enough so I could hear. I took Henrys' dick out of my mouth, offered it to him, and he plunged his throat down on it, taking almost all of it in one go. Henry groaned at the new mouth, put his hands on the back of Scamps' head, and then began to slowly throatfuck him. Scamp groaned in response, obviously a happy boy who was having all of his dreams come true this weekend. I stood up, stroking my fingers along Scamps' furry crack as I did so, eliciting a squeal from the man, that soon turned into a groan as he was pushed further onto Henrys' mighty meat. I looked back at Max to see that Eddy and Mark were trading off on eating his hole as Max sucked Chris. I moved to sit next to Chris, and he took my dick in his hand and then leant over to kiss me. Over the next couple of hours, we all moved around and traded placed. Everyone had sucked everyone else, which surprised me given how fast the guys had gotten into it. They also all had a go rimming Max, who had shaken his way through at least a dozen dry cums from being rimmed and sucking dick. He even had one when Scamp moved down and began to suck my boys' dick too. For an hour or so, we all just sat back and watched as Chris laid flat on the floor with Max sat on his face, Maxs' jockstrap had come off long ago. As soon as Chris' stubble hit my boys' pussy, he moaned and then practically didn't stop until Chris finished. His head was titled back, mouth open, eyes closed. During this, the rest of us would occasionally step over and slowly fuck Maxs' face, which he eagerly accepted, looking up at whoever he was sucking, those beautiful cocksucker lips stretched obscenely around our dicks. We'd also usually give him a hit or two of poppers and/or weed, just to keep him relaxed. At one point, Scamp was fucking my boys face, slowly for a change, I think he realised how overeager he'd been earlier; and Henry moved down behind him and began to eat him out. None of us were expecting that, least of all Scamp, but the young man almost howled with pleasure as Henrys' wide, fat tongue snaked its way up his hairy hole; and he reached back to hold the older man in place. He could only cope with that for a couple of minutes before he had to stop because he was going to shoot, and didn't want to. At another point, Mark moved down to suck Chris' dick, and the way he sucked it suggested that wasn't the first dick he'd sucked, but that didn't matter right now. Chris moaned louder into Maxs' pussy as Mark took him to the base over and over again, until eventually he had to pick Marks' head of his dick because he was too close to cumming. As Max shook through another dry cum, and we all watched, lazily jerking off, I looked at the time, and realised it was just passed eleven. 'Guys, we all know what's happening at midnight' I said, which was the first proper conversation in a couple of hours, 'do you all want to cum, and then we'll have a quick break so we're ready for the main event?' There was general agreement, and so Chris moved out from under Max, who remained on his knees. Everyone crowded around my son, and I crouched down to check in on him, 'You ok, baby?' I asked, He looked at me dreamily, his eyes simultaneously tired and alert, 'Yes, Daddy' he said quietly, 'this is the best', I had to laugh. 'Good boy' I said, and gave him a quick deep kiss, 'we're all going to cum in your mouth baby, and then we'll have a little break, ok?' He just nodded and smiled lazily at me. I gave him a couple of deep hits of poppers, and a quick toke of weed before standing up again, and looking down at my son. He was almost hidden behind the blur of arms as the guys jerked off over him. Unsurprisingly, Scamp was the first to cum. He let his dick go, which twitched rapidly, and took Maxs' head and thrust balls deep in one go and held him there, giving my son a couple of fast rabbit-strokes before he shouted 'FUCK!' and held Max in place. Max moaned as he swallowed Scamps' load, stroking the younger mans' legs with his hands. After thirty seconds, Scamp let him go and Max slowly eased off his dick. 'You're amazing, Max' said Scamp, crouching down and kissing my boy. Their kiss was short-lived however, as Mark announced he was close, and pulled Maxs' head away from Scamp and placed it on his dick. "Make me cum, Max' he barked, ever the PE teacher, Max doubled down on Marks' dick, fucking his throat on his teachers' cock for thirty second before Mark reached down to hold him in place as he shot. I did notice Eddy was playing with Marks' hole as he shot, and Eddy noticed me looking. We shared a wink, I think we both knew in that moment Mark was going to turn out to be a good little bottom boy by the end of the weekend. Mark was barely recovering before Chris took Max's head off Marks' dick and planted it on his own. He was playing with his tits, and I reached over with my spare hand, and played with them too, fully them harder than I expected him to like. 'Fuck yeah' he groaned through gritted teeth, 'Daddy playing with my tits whilst his son takes my load, with the taste of his little pussy still on my tongue' He reached down to hold Max in place, and then plugged his dick balls deep in one go as he shot. Clich?, I know, but he really did sound like a bear as he came. Eddy was next, making Max deepthroat him in a crescendo, which then broke off into some serious facefucking as he huffed from a popper bottle. 'Fuck, son!' he shouted as he came down Maxs' throat. Hearing someone else call Max son in such a situation was too much for me, and I pulled my sons' head over to my cock and held it there, wanking with the head of my dick on Maxs' tongue. He looked up at me, those beautiful eyes, almost glazed over with poppers and weed and lust, and I came, pulling him down to the root of my cock as I did so. Henry came last, and treated us all to a couple of minutes of the deepest throatfucking we'd seen so far. However, none of us stood back to watch, Eddy and I played with his tits, Mark reached down to squeeze and play with his balls, and Scamp got his revenge by sticking his own tongue up Henrys' arse. Chris leant over, and stuck his tongue deep down the older mans' throat, both of them groaning with passion. It almost seemed like Max was incidental in all of this, but of course, he wasn't; and with a loud roar, Henry held Maxs' head to his crotch as he blasted what must have been an enormous load down my boys' throat. As we all came down from our orgasms, we all but collapsed back onto the sofa. Max crawled up onto my lap, smiling dreamily at me. A couple of minutes later, I got up and went to get some fresh drinks, and seven pints of water. Henry helped me carry them all over, and I came back to find Max cuddling up on Eddys' chest, this tongue darting kocaeli anal yapan escort out to play with the older mans' nipple. I wondered if anyone would start feeling guilty about what had just happened, but none of them appeared to be. I think it helped that over the next couple of minutes, Max worked his way around all the of the men, thanking them for coming and making him so happy. He ended up with me, and thanked me for the best birthday ever. 'It's not over yet, baby boy' I said, and pulled him up to cuddle with me. For the next half an hour, we all just sat and chatted. Nothing too profound was said, but we all felt like conspirators, which of course we were; complicit in the molestation of a 10-year- old boy. We drank and smoked, Max had a little nap, but I kept an eye on the time. At quarter to midnight, I announced to the guys it was time for the main event. I picked Max up, who woke up as we moved, and laid him down in the sling. He looked so out of place; the expanse of black leather designed to hold a grown man seemed to almost swallow him up he was so small. The rest of the guys came across, and stood around us, jerking dicks that were rapidly coming back to life. I shucked him down so his butt was just hanging off the end of the sling. Chris adjusted the chain that held up the head part, moving the clip up a couple of links, so Max was laid with his head up, facing me. The others helped get Maxs' feet in the little leather loops, but left his arms free. Scamp had brought a fresh joint over, and lit it, before passing it to me. I took a deep hit, exhaled, and then another, before passing it back to him, crouching down and blowing the smoke all over Max's pussy. Max moaned as the smoke all but shrouded his butt from my view. A leant forward as the smoke cleared and began to eat him out again. He was looser than he'd ever been, unsurprisingly given the amount of action his butt had been in the last couple of hours; and I was able to snake almost the entirety of my tongue inside his pussy. I toyed with the thought of putting my fingers up there, but decided against it, my dick would test how tight he was. I looked up at Max to see him finish taking a hit of poppers, handing the bottle off, and then leaning over to suck Chris' dick. I ate him out for a few more minutes, I couldn't get enough of the sweet, earthy, sweaty taste of his butt, and then stood up. 'Get him ready' I said quietly to no-one in particular, Scamp was ready, and handed Max the joint and encouraged him to take a big hit. Max smiled up at the man and did just that. Then Chris and Eddy produced a bottle of poppers each, and made Max take a double-barrelled hit in each nostril During this, I was lubing up my dick, with the help of Henry, who was stood to my right. Both Chris and Eddy told Max to hold the hit, and after about fifteen seconds, they told him to breathe out. Max groaned as he exhaled, and went to suck Chris' dick again, but the man reached down to stop him. 'Look at your Dad, Max' he instructed my son. Max complied, and gave me a dreamy smile as I brought the head of my dick to his soon to be ravaged cunt. I stroked it up and down a few times, and Max mewled with pleasure before I think he realised what was about to happen. A clock chimed somewhere. Midnight. 'Happy Birthday, Max!' I said, 'I love you, son'. Those were the last words he heard as a virgin. I punched my dick forwards, slipping the not inconsiderable head of my dick straight into his pussy. His sphincter spasmed in revolt, which gave me the opportunity to push another couple of inches inside him. Max let out a noise that was a cross between a yelp and a groan. His body tensed up, and Chris and Eddy body stroked his chest and encouraged him to relax. 'Just push out like you're trying to go the bathroom' offered Mark. Max looked at his teacher, and seemed to follow his instructions as the vice-like muscles that were currently wrapped around my dick relaxed a little. Chris gave Max another couple of large hits, which helped too and Max relaxed back into the sling. His mouth was permanently open, whether in shock or pleasure, I don't know. My dick was about half way in when I asked, 'You ok, Maxxy?' He looked like he was trying to talk, but failing, so he just nodded vigorously at me. 'Do you need more weed? More poppers?' He nodded again, so the guys complied. Scamp handed him the joint again, and Eddy and Chris made sure he was flying on poppers by the time they were finished. Max relaxed more into the sling, and I felt the muscles around my dick relax more. I slid forward, adding another three inches into Max's hot, wet, velvety cunt. Only one more inch to go. I told Max as much, and he whispered, 'Just do it, Daddy' Who was I to turn my boy down? I thrust forward, fulling seating myself in my boys' pussy. Max gave another yelp, and his muscles went into overdrive around my dick. He started to shake as he was hit by what I imagine was the biggest dry cum of his life. I was enjoying watching his face run a gamut of emotion from pain to pleasure and back again, when Mark shouted, 'Look at his dick!' We all looked down to see Maxs' hard little nail jumping around, shooting three or four very thin, watery jets of spunk. Imagine that, my boys first load whilst he's losing his virginity to his Dad. I couldn't help myself, and began to slowly saw in and out of his cunt, the feelings in my dick were exquisite. His hole hadn't stopped spasming as he rode out his orgasm. The unexpected joy of watching my boy shoot for the first time brought me to the edge faster than I'd had liked, but then I don't think anyone would hold it against me given my dick was experiencing the most pleasure I think a dick could ever feel. I picked up the pace, looking down at my son, who was looking back at me with a mixture of joy and lust. I looked down to watch my dick sliding in and out of his cunt, and took hold of his legs in the stirrups, pulling him back onto me as I thrust forward. Max moaned again, and we all watched as his body underwent another orgasm, dry this time, but accompanied by the same spasms as before. That was it, I couldn't hold back. 'Oh Max!' I shouted, 'I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum inside you! I'm gonna, I'm gonna - FUCK!' I could feel my spunk shoot through my shaft as I plunged into Maxs' pussy as deeply as I could. The sling moved back to allow him some space, but Eddy and Chris, both next to his head, held him down on my cock as it unloaded what felt like the biggest load of my life deep in my sons' guts. Max was still cumming, so his butt was squeezing my shaft as I came. I think I blacked out for a couple of seconds, because when I next open my eyes, Mark and Henry were steadying me. 'Fuck!' I shouted again, and began to pull out, moving achingly slowly. Max and I both moaned in unison as the head of my dick popped out of his no longer cherry cunt. 'That was the hottest thing I've seen in my life' declared Henry quietly. The rest of the guys murmured in agreement. I leant over and kissed Max deeply, and he kissed back, wrapping his arms around me as he did so. 'I love you, Daddy' he whispered to me, 'I love you too son' I replied. But soon the time for sweetness was over, there were five other men there, their steel-hard cocks ready to fuck. 'Who do you want next, baby?' I asked Max, 'Eddy' he moaned Eddy moved around to replace me, and I moved up to Maxs' head, where I leant down to him, 'You happy, baby?' I asked, 'I'm the happiest boy in the world' he said, and he toned told me he was telling the truth. I kissed him and he grunted as Eddy entered him. 'Shit, he's tight! declared Eddy, 'No shit, Sherlock' joked Scamp, 'he was cherry until fifteen minutes ago!' We all laughed, even Max, and then watched as Eddys' slightly wider cock stretched Max out. Max groaned as I stood back up, and then said 'Fuck me, Mr. Policeman' Again, all of us bar Eddy laughed. His eyes darkened, as if Max had hit on his deepest fantasy, and he pulled almost all the way out, Maxs' hold straining to contain the head of the fat adult shaft currently plundering it; before slamming all the way back in. He began to fuck Max fast, deep, and hard. Probably not the best move for Maxs' second ever dicking, but no matter. Max was crying out in pleasure and his body was being forced to accept Eddys' dick over and over. He leant down to kiss Max, and held himself there as he ploughed my boy, hammering away at his cunt. It was barely 2 minutes later when Eddy froze, and silently came inside Max. He pulled back slightly, and then launched forward again before shouting 'FUCK!' as he bred my son. When he pulled out, some of our cum was coating his dick, and Scamp swooped down to suck it off. We all groaned, it was filthy but it was fucking hot. 'Scamps' next' declared Max, pre-empting my question. He smirked, and then spat the spunk in his mouth down onto his hand, lubed his dick with it, and then slid inside Max. His slightly thinner dick didn't seem to prove too much of a challenge for Max until he got to the extra inch that Scamp had on both Eddy and I. Max looked like a deer in headlights, until both the joint and poppers were thrust in his face. He took deeps hits of both, and then relaxed back into the sling, presumably pushing out with his butt as Scamp slid home, his very hairy crotch providing a great contrast to Maxs' smoothness. 'I can feel both your loads around the head of my dick' moaned Scamp, Now there was hot image. Max asked for another hit of both the poppers and the weed, and then said, 'Fuck me like I know you want to, Scamp. I can take it' We all didn't even finish our groans before Scamp had hunched over and began to rabbit- fuck into my son. The noises of Scamp grunting and Max groaning were joined by the slick sounds of the rest of us jerking off, as well as the wet, frothing noise of Eddys' and my cum working its way out of Maxs' pussy. Chris moved ever so slightly, and guided Scamps' head onto his dick as he fucked Max. Scamped moaned, deep in his throat. Max, obviously not wanted to be left out, leant up and began to suck Chris' too, eventually ending up in Scamp and Max making out around Chris' fat cock as he slowly thrust it backwards and forwards, essential using Max and Scamps' mouth to jerk himself off. Scamp pulled back, and began to thrust harder. Max abandoned Chris' dick, his focus now entirely on Scamp reaming out his pussy. I smiled as I saw Henry wet his fingers and reach down and fiddle with Scamps' butt, and almost immediately, Scamp shouted, 'That's not fair! But fuck it! Keep going! Play with my pussy, Daddy!' I don't think any of were expecting that, least of all Scamp, but he had no time to explain as he shot deep and fast into my boy. The frothing noise got louder and spunk began to spray out of Maxs' butt on every out stroke. With another deep groan, Scamp slipped out, his dick dripping with cum and lube. 'Mark' I said, 'you're up' 'Yes, sir' he said, and was soon pushing the fattest dick Max had been fucked by so far inside my son. He managed to get all the way in without a pause, and we all cheered and congratulated both Mark and Max. Max was clearly working out how to use his body to let men in very quickly. 'God Max!' Mark declared, 'if I thought your throat was perfect, your pussy blows it out of the water' With that, he proceeded to fuck Max deep and slow, using the motion of the sling to swing Max back onto him with the momentum of his thrusts. Max had moved back onto Chris' dick, and we all watched at Max got spit-roasted for the first time. Though if I had my way, it would not be the last time that weekend. 'I can't help it!' shouted Mark a minute or so later, 'it's just too fucking good!' With that, he slammed into Max, pushing him up on the sling for a good thirty seconds as he bred my son. He sighed as he moved back, allowing Max to swing back down, and pulling his dick out in one long move. 'I'm so close' said Chris, 'can I go next?' 'Sure' I said, 'just take it easy, you're the fattest dick here' 'I won't hurt him' said Chris, and I believed him. Max was given another couple of hits of poppers, as well as a deep toke on the joint as Chris began his entry. Hi fat head was stretching Max out further than ever before, and Max groaned but persevered. Once the head was through, Chris held still, allowing Max to get used to his girth. From the strain on Chris' face, he spent the entire time struggling not to cum, but he spent the entire time look at Max, gauging his reaction. Eventually, Max gave him a nod, and Chris pushed further in. They both groaned, and eventually Chris was balls deep. 'Stay there, please' panted Max, 'You got it, son' said Chris with a small laugh, 'someone got the poppers?' Eddy handed him a bottle, and Chris took a couple of huge hits, and then encouraged Max to do the same, which he did. 'Can I move, son?' Chris asked, Max just nodded, he looked like he was in his own world. Chris pulled out almost imperceptibly slowly until the fat head of his cock was visibly pulling Maxs' hole out. Max was moaning almost continuously, and we could all the muscles of Maxs' ring fighting to keep the head of Chris' dick inside him. Chris eventually took pity on my boy and his hole, and thrust forward slowly until he was again fully seated in my sons' quivering pussy. Max groaned in relief, until Chris pulled back and did it all again. He continued that move for the next couple of minutes, bringing Max to the edge of orgasm over and over again until he was crying out for Chris to fuck him and let him cum. How Chris managed to hold off from cumming given what filth was spewing from my sons' lips was anybody's guess, but the rest of us were all rock-hard watching. 'Do you want to cum baby?' asked Chris, 'Yes!' screamed Max, 'Yes what, son?' asked Chris, cruelly toying with Max I looked at Chris and smirked. I knew where this was going, and was happy for it to go there. Max just moaned in response, so Chris repeated himself. 'Chris asked you a question, son' I said, Max looked up at me and squealed as he screamed, 'Make me cum, daddy!' At that, Chris slightly tilted his hips and thrust upwards, mashing the fat head of his dick straight into Maxs' immature prostate, and hammered it relentlessly. Max screamed as he came, small jets of watery boy cum flying from his dancing dick again. The spasms of Maxs' pussy eventually proved too much, and with a roar, Chris thrust forward one last time and deposited a load deep in my boys' talented little cunt. Maxs' pussy actually made a 'pop' noise as Chris pulled out of it, and then all eyes were on Henry and his monster dick. 'I don't know if I can' said the older man, 'I don't want to hurt him' 'Max wants it' I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, 'just look at him' We all looked down at Max, sweaty, dishevelled and thoroughly fucked, who smiled back up at us dreamily, 'You can fuck me, Henry. It's ok' We all groaned at that, and Henrys' dick burped out a bead of pre-cum. 'Are you sure, son?' he asked, 'I can just jack off and cum on your pussy' 'No!' said Max defiantly, 'I want all my Daddies to fuck me' I smiled down at my son, he was so cute, and so unaware what he was saying was only revving the guys up more. 'Ok, you're the boss' smiled Henry, 'but you tell me if it's too much, okay?' 'Ok' said Max, who was reaching for the poppers. Scamp shotgunned a deep hit of weed into Maxs' mouth, and once again, Eddy and Chris gave him a couple of double-barrelled hits of poppers, and Henry moved into position. He breached the ring quite easily, and Max smiled up at him. Obviously, Chris' dick had opened him up well. Henry then proceeded to push further in. We all watched in astonishment as Max took just over two-thirds of Henry's mammoth meat before he told him to stop. Henry immediately complied, and Max asked for more hits, which Scamp, Eddy and Chris quickly administered. Max took a deep breath, and we could see his stomach muscles strain as he was pushing down to allow Henry entry. Max nodded, and Henry resumed his journey to the deepest part of Max any of us had experienced. It took another five minutes, and another couple of hits, before Henry was balls-deep in my son. We all cheered, and I reached down to ruffle his hair and then leant down to kiss him. 'I'm so proud of you, baby' I said, 'Thank you, Daddy' Henry waited for Max to give him the go ahead, and once he got it, he pulled back slowly an inch or so, and then moved back in, just as slowly. I could tell he was opening Max up, deep inside, where only he could go; coring Max out so his pussy would be the perfect fit for his massive cock. His strokes grew in length and speed over the next fifteen minutes, the rest of us just passive observers, jerking ourselves and each other off, edging over and over again, pre-cum freely flowing down our shafts as we watched Henry and Max journey into their own world. Max was rock solid throughout, and eventually, Henry was fucking him with such force that you could see Maxs' guts moving in his tummy to accommodate Henrys' dick. Considering I'd never even been fucked by a dick as big as Henrys', I couldn't imagine what my son was feeling. However, the look on his face suggested he was feeling nothing but pleasure. They established a rhythm and speed they were both happy with, Henry delivering long, deep strokes; pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in again. Maxs' cunt was a mess, cum was leaking out of it almost constantly, though Henry was doing his best to push some of it back in. 'Are you good for one more orgasm, baby?' asked Henry, 'Uh-huh' panted Max. 'Ok then' replied Henry, 'let's make our boy cum' He mentioned to Scamp, Eddy and Chris to make Max hit again, which they did; and then told us all to shoot over Max as he bred him deep. I don't know if it was his age or his profession, or what; but he spoke with such authority we all complied. As the drugs began to visibly work on Max, Henry began to speed up, and angled his thrusts ever so slightly so he was now brushing hard against Max's prostate with the length of every stroke. At that, Max began to moan, and Henry began to talk. 'That's it son, come for Daddy. You're such a lucky boy to have such a loving group of Daddies, and we're lucky Daddies to have such an amazing son. An amazing son, with an amazing pussy. A pussy that's getting fucked by the biggest dick here. A pussy I want to feel spasm around my dick as I force another load of boy cum out of you.' Max must have taken that as some sort of instruction, and began to shake. His dick was jerking around wildly, and then shot a single jet of watery boy spunk on to his tummy. The tummy that was now being pushed out from the inside by Henrys' big dick. 'Fuck yes, son!' Henry moaned, 'That's it, milk my dick with those sweet little cunt muscles. Good boy!' Henry pulled all the way out, and then after half a second, thrust all the way back in and just remained there. Max screamed through another orgasm, and Henry grunted loudly as he unloaded in my boy. The rest of us huddled around the sling, jerking madly and cumming indiscriminately, painting my son with streams and streams of cum. He looked like a Pollock painting. As we all came down, Henry pulled out slowly. Max just watched him, wide eyed and mouth agape. As Henry fell out, a stream of cum started leaking from his pussy, but Scamp was quick and leant down to eat it all out. Thirty seconds later, we were all sharing it in a 6-way kiss. It had to be one of the hottest experiences of my life. Snowballing the cum of half a dozen men, felched out of my sons' cunt. After that, the evening drew to a close. I lifted Max out of the sling, and after thanking everyone, he fell asleep in my arms. 'We're going to head to bed, guys' I said quietly, 'I think this one's had enough for one night. But if you guys want to stay up, please, be my guest'. 'I'm going to head to bed too' said Henry, 'I'm fucked!' We all laughed. I went to put Max to bed, laying him down gently. I turned on the bedside lamp, which cast a golden glow over his face. God, he was amazing. I went back out into the kitchen to get us both a glass of water for the night, and found the others coupling up. Henry and Scamp were kissing in the kitchen, and watched as they slipped into Henrys' bedroom, hand in hand. I was looking forward to seeing how that played out. Mark and Chris had also paired up, which surprised me more. Though the juxtaposition between the lean, fit, dark teacher and the hairy, muscled older man was certainly hot to watch as they left to head into Chris' bedroom. That left Eddy, who seemed lost. It wasn't pity that motivated me to walk over to him, take his head in my hands and kiss him deep; it was actually affection. 'You don't have to take pity on me' he whispered, and he did sound genuinely hurt. 'I'm not' I said, kissing him again, 'don't let the others know, but you're our favourite. Both Maxs' and mine.' He smiled in surprise. 'You are. You were our first stranger, and we've always had a bit of a soft spot for you.' He blushed in the dim light. 'Come on, grab a drink' I said, 'you can bunk with us if you want?' I raised my eyebrows, knowing what the answer would be. 'Fuck yeah' came the response. Eddy followed me into the low-lit room, Max was fast asleep in the middle of the bed. Neither us had any clothes to shed, they were still on the floor of the seating area, so we just curled up on the bed either side of my son. I stroked Maxs' face. He honestly looked so innocent as he slept, no one could have guessed he'd just been the focal point of a very hot, and very illegal, gang fuck. I looked over Max to Eddy, his dark blonde hair framed his face so handsomely, and I could really have caught feelings for him had I already known he was married. He caught me looking at him, 'Thank you for inviting me' I smiled back, 'Max wouldn't have let me forget you' He smiled back, and reached his hand out. He held Max on his side, big spooning up against my son. I took his hand, holding it there so if Max woke during the right, he'd know that he was surrounded by two men that loved him. I watched as Eddy closed his eyes, and could tell he fell asleep almost immediately. I then looked down at Max, he looked so stunning, and I was so proud of him. He was so hot tonight, and I was so pleased it all turned out as planned. Hopefully the rest of the weekend would, too.