I am finishing up work emails when the front door opens; it has a distinctive swishing sound that is audible from my office upstairs. I look down at the clock in the corner of my screen. Right on time. I take my time standing and stretching. Further down the hall I hear a bedroom door slam. That will be Ollie. No doubt hoping that if he hides in his room, we’ll leave him alone. I’m content to do so, at least for now.
I stand, moving to the office door and sticking my head out into the hall; sure enough, Ollie’s bedroom door is shut tight. No sign of Lucas, however. I glance down the stairs. His backpack lies haphazardly on the floor by the entryway, so he’s definitely home. I saunter downstairs, calling out as I go. “Lucas?”
“In here...” his voice is coming from the living room. It sounds lightly out of breath. I reach the bottom of the stairs and glance around the corner. There he is.
Lucas is sitting on the corner sofa, pants and underwear already stripped off, legs spread wide open, fucking himself. I feel a smile stretching my face. I approach him, curious, trying to get a look at what he’s impaled himself with this time; it looks pretty big.
Lucas is putting on a show for me, and he knows it. Sitting right in the corner of the sofa allows him to spread himself open in a way that lets me walk right up between his legs if I want to. Furthermore, the wide open stance lets him support his weight with only his legs, which causes them to flex dramatically. He knows I love that particular look; his legs, like all the muscles on his body, are overbuilt and swollen with constant exercise. He’s worked hard to make them as thick as he can for me. He looks like some kind of plastic superhero action figure from the 90’s, only teenage.
“I see someone’s eager to get started,” I tease him.
He grins at me, continuing to work whatever-it-is in and out of his ass in a steady rhythm. His hand blocks my view. “I just wanted to make sure I was ready for you,” he says. His eyes are hopeful as he gazes up at me. “Do you want me to prep you to take me? I can suck you off, or eat your ass if you want...”
“Hmm, not today,” I tell him. I finally reach him, stepping up between his legs as intended, and put a hand on his wrist, stopping his motions. He obediently lets go and lifts his hands. I finally get to see what it is that’s penetrating him.
It looks like an empty bottle of some kind, made of dark brown glass. I smile and grab the end of the neck sticking out from his hole, pulling back on it until it slowly but surely begins to slide out of the tight grip of his ass. He groans as it leaves. I hold it up once it’s out, raising an eyebrow at him.
He grins back at me. “I had a rootbeer with lunch at school, and I kept looking at it and thinking about you fucking me, and I got so turned on I couldn’t stand it. So I went to the bathroom and shoved it up my ass. I’ve been wearing it around all day, thinking about you.”
“Oh?” That level of horniness is typical for my cute little slut, but that’s some dedication, even for him. It shows: his hole gapes like a fish, desperate and spasming, after being forced so wide open for so long. It’s practically calling out to me. “You should be careful,” I warn him. “What if you got it stuck up there?”
“You could just get it out for me,” he flirts, batting his eyes at me.
“Like this, you mean?” Without further warning I reach between his legs and shove my hand into his ass. He gasps as it enters him; I feel his sphincter clench around my wrist. Without mercy I start to plunge my fist in and out of him, shoving in half my forearm at a go. He writhes with pleasure, even as I see him wince in pain from the size of the penetration. Involuntary tears prick at the corners of his eyes. It doesn’t stop me; I ram my arm into him again and again, forcing him to brace himself against the back of the couch.
“Oh yeah,” he moans. “Oh yeah, ruin me, Daddy.”
I’m not his father, even if I have taken over his legal guardianship. It’s a nickname that slips out of him sometimes, especially when he’s overwhelmed by sensation. It amuses me. I punch into his ass even harder on the next thrust, making him groan.
He reaches between his legs with one hand and grabs up his enormous member, stroking it. Lucas is the most well-endowed young man I’ve ever seen, of any age. He knows how much I love the size of his thick, monstrous cock, so he pumps it up for me, making it stand to attention as I ravage his ass. I know he’s showing off, but I don’t mind. It’s good to see he can stay hard with something so big crammed inside him.
“Do you want me to come?” he whimpers. “Do you want me to come all over you? My balls are so full...”
They look it; heavy and sagging and just waiting to release, massive as the rest of his genitalia. I do like his cum, and wouldn’t mind feeling it coat me, but I kind of want to take my time with this one, given how much be prepared himself for it.
“No coming yet,” I instruct. “Wait until I’m fucking your ass. I only want you to come with me inside you.”
He groans again, this time in disappointment. His hands leave his cock, though it remains stiffly upright, straining towards the ceiling. “Will you fuck me then?” he pleads. He wiggles his ass with my arm still buried in it. “Pretty please?”
“Hmmm,” I consider. I yank my hand out of his ass, watching with satisfaction as it once again gapes open, waiting to be filled. It would be a shame to let it be over so quickly, when his hole is so desperate...
“Dog time,” I instruct, pointing at the floor.
He slides down off the couch obediently, onto his hands and knees on the carpet, ass raised into the air. “Arf arf,” he says cutely, wiggling his butt at me. I give it a sharp smack for good measure, then put my fingers to my lips to whistle.
Moments later, a furry head peers around the corner. Snowy is a Siberian husky, inherited along with his human siblings when I took them in. I’ve long thought he must be at least partially a mutt, though. There’s no way he’s pure husky; the dog is massive, almost pure white, and very obedient. Only Lucas is more eager to please.
Snowy trots into the room, well familiar by now with what’s about to happen. I pat Lucas’s firm, shapely buttock invitingly. Even his ass is muscular: big and round and always begging to be pinched or slapped.
Snowy is already starting to get an erection in anticipation of what’s about to happen; I can see the little red rocket starting to poke its way out of its furry sheath. When he gets to Lucas I barely have to help him mount up before he’s eagerly plunging his canine cock into the boy’s distended hole.
I sit back to enjoy the show as the dog begins to fuck Lucas right there on the carpet. I see the boy wince as the animal tries to breed him, swiveling his hips in and out in a fierce, fast rhythm. I know perfectly well Lucas doesn’t like getting fucked by the dog, but he knows that I love watching it, and Lucas is nothing if not desperate to indulge my every whim; has been as long as I’ve known him.
He turns his face towards me, watching me watching him. I take my own cock out and stroke it idly as I watch the dog fuck him. It's genuinely one of my favorite pastimes; I just love how into it the dog gets, love watching Lucas debased with his face pressed down into the carpet, forced to submit to the lust of an animal. I see him lift his hips a little to give the dog a better angle, his eyes widening when its thrusts start to hit deep down inside him.
“Ohhh,” Lucas moans after a moment, “I feel it. There it goes!” He means the dog is knotting, swelling up inside him as it comes and plugging his hole shut as it fills him with sperm. The dog’s thrusts stop and it buries itself to the hilt, mounted over him and coming into him as hard as it can. It’s extremely satisfying to watch.
Lucas pants as he’s forced to simply lay there and endure the dog’s knot inside him. From experience I know it will be several long minutes before the swelling goes down enough to separate them. I could sit here all day and watch him lying impaled on the phallus of the family pet, but another idea occurs to me that’s equally intriguing.
“Don’t move,” I instruct, knowing that he has little choice in the matter anyway, and head upstairs.
Ollie is diligently bent over his middle school homework when I enter the room, and flinches when he sees me. He knows better by now than to protest, however, as I pick him up and carry him downstairs.
His eyes widen as he sees the position his older brother is in, bent in half on the carpet with the dog’s dick all the way up his ass. He whimpers a little as I undress him; he knows what’s coming.
I arrange the boy on his stomach and lift up Lucas’s massive chest just enough to slide the boy’s legs underneath him. “Here,” I say, “why don’t you give him a good fucking while we wait for the dog to finish.”
Lucas groans, grabbing his little brother’s buttocks in his hands and spreading them, coating the little boy’s hole in saliva with a few quick laps of his tongue. He even pokes his tongue experimentally inside, a shallow but enthusiastic fucking.
“I thought you didn’t want me to come yet?” he asks when he draws back.
I shrug. “So don’t.”
Lucas whimpers, but obediently pulls Ollie further underneath him. Careful to move his hips as little as he can so as not to disturb the dog, he takes his massive member in hand and maneuvers it into position at the boy’s entrance. He grunts as he pushes forward ever so slightly, nudging just the tip of the head into Ollie’s hole in order to properly align himself.
Then he grabs the boy’s hips in both hands and starts to pull him upward, forcing him back onto his phallus. Ollie whimpers and cries; his brother’s cock is monstrously huge, and—unlike Lucas—Ollie is not particularly interested in practicing this sort of penetration. And so it’s always just as painful and unpleasant for him when one of us decides to plow his ass, especially Lucas or the dog. To say nothing of the occasional fisting that his brother gives him when he’s feeling mischievous.
Keeping his hips as still as possible, Lucas works his brother’s ass back and forth on his cock. He doesn’t even have to lift him much; even with his hips canted upwards to give the dog access, his cock is so long it practically reaches the floor. He bounces Ollie up and down on the end of it, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.
I take the opportunity to admire the view up close. Scooting up to the brothers, I run my fingers down Lucas’s massive, strained bicep, admiring how the muscles bulge beneath his supple young skin. I reach between them and grab Lucas’s thick, juicy pecs, one in each hand, squeezing them like breasts. He groans as I fondle him.
“I think you’ve gotten a bit bigger,” I tell him, enjoying the view. I pop the button on my pants, taking my own cock back out once again and beginning to stroke it as I touch him. “Have you measured your muscles lately?”
“I have,” Lucas says happily, although his voice is strained. “I gained another centimeter around my arms this month!”
“What a diligent boy,” I praise him. He practically glows under the compliment, giving a particularly hard thrust into his brother.
At that moment it appears that Snowy decides he is done. With a woof he gives a slight twist and wiggle of his hip, and Lucas slides down off his cock with a wet noise.
The release of his hips has the added effect of allowing Lucas to drop downward, burying his entire massive cock in his brother in one long, slow impalement. Ollie cries out as his brother deep-dicks him, filling him all the way up to the balls.
“Fuuuuu~ck,” Lucas groans. “I really need to come... Will you please fuck me now? Pretty please?”
I take off my shirt, throwing it aside, and sit back on the couch, right in the corner where Lucas was earlier. I give my cock another couple of strokes for good measure. Not that I need to; I’m already hard as hell from watching this little performance. I rest my arms along the back of the couch, leaning back against it. “Alright,” I offer. “Go for it.”
Lucas immediately yanks his cock out of his brother without another thought, causing Ollie to give another cry of pain. Lucas lets the boy lie where he falls as he eagerly makes his way over to the couch.
I can see the dog’s cum dripping down the inside of his thighs as Lucas straddles my lap, spreading himself open with his hands on his buttocks and positioning his hole at the tip of my eager, waiting cock.
He gives a deep, throaty moan as he begins to lower himself onto my phallus. From behind him I see Ollie, sniffling, grab up his clothes and scurry back up the stairs. I pay him no heed; I’m too focused on the clench of Lucas’s passage around me as he cleaves himself open on the spike of my dick. His pleasure is obvious as he forces it inch by inch deeper inside himself. His body welcomes me eagerly, gobbling me up as I sink into him. Lucas doesn’t hesitate at all, lowering himself down in a single continuous slide until he’s sitting on my lap, my balls flush with his buttocks.
“It feels so good,” he moans, and begins to fuck himself on my cock.
I lean back and watch him do it, admiring the wanton expression as he pleasures himself by riding my dick, bouncing up and down on it with abandon. He groans every time he forces it home, and bites his lip cutely as he raises himself up to do it again.
I may not be as big as Lucas is, but I’ve practiced my stamina over many long years of fucking these two boys, and it’s no problem at all for me to hold off and enjoy myself as Lucas continues to thrust my cock into him. I reach forward idly to play with his nipples, pinching them up until they’re firm as pebbles on top of his meaty, straining pecs. Lucas whimpers and squirms in my lap, clenching around me.
“I can’t take it,” he whines, “I’m so close. I’m gonna come! I’m-”
And then he does, his cock between us exploding, coming all over both of us. He’s always had some frankly excessive orgasms; the loads of hot jizz splash upwards, splattering across both our chests and the undersides of our necks, one pulse hitting him right on the cheek. I revel in the feeling of his juices running down our skin. With one finger I catch a drip on his left peck and follow it back upwards until it coats my finger, then pop it into his mouth.
His eyes open wide for just a moment, and then close again as he sucks on the digit with a wonton groan, swallowing around it.
I can’t take anymore; I’m getting too close myself. Without warning him I grab him up off my cock, spinning him around and forcing him down onto his knees on the couch. I grab his ass in both hands and shove my dick back inside him, all the way to the hilt. He moans as I hit home, and then continues to moan rhythmically as I start frantically pounding his well-worked hole, reaching for my own pleasure.
Moments later I’m coming inside him, adding my own ejaculate to that of the dog that still fills him up. I pour it as deep into him as I can, staining him inside, claiming him as my plaything.
He groans again when I finally soften enough to pull out and slumps bonelessly to the couch, conquered.
“That was so good,” he mewls. He looks up at me, his gaze worshipful. “Thank you, Sir.”
I grin, allowing myself to tousle his hair affectionately. Not bad, for an average Wednesday.