The Two Dads Turn Me Out

He still wasn't having any luck with the zipper, but he had me plenty worked up. "Oh hell, I give up," he finally said. "It's probably easier to just do this." He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and undid the button. And then, before I could make a move, he pushed my shorts down.

"Whoops," he said as they hit the ground and the patio erupted with laughter. I was standing there in just my white Tommy Hilfiger briefs, tented to all fuck with my boner. I knew I should be embarrassed or do something, but I was blitzed as hell and all out of fucks.

"Tats and tightys?" Rod commented, rising from his seat on the couch.

"Huh?" I asked, confused. I scrunched up my eyes.

"Your tighty whities," he nodded. "Nice look with your tattoo."

"Yeah," Michael agreed as he stared. "And you fill them out really nicely."

I tried to bend down to pull up my shorts but Derrick held me in place. "Nuh-uh," he whispered evilly, and I shuddered.

"What's this?" Sean asked, staring at the bulge in my briefs. He winked at me and then flicked my boner. Fucking flicked it! I squealed and moved to cover myself, nearly spilling the beer I was still holding.

"Shhh, let me make it better," he soothed as he moved my hands away from my crotch and softly rubbed where he flicked. I gulped, completely frozen, my mind a swirl of confusing emotions.

Derrick took the beer from my hand and put it to my mouth, tilting it up. I don't know why, but I drank.

After I drained the bottle, he set it down on the bar and reached around to cup my nuts through my briefs. He ran his thumb up and down the length of my now fully erect shaft, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the tip of my dick, buffing it with the soft cotton of my briefs.

"These are so soft," he said, his voice practically a whisper. I started to moan again.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. Part of my brain was telling me to make him stop, to push him away, but the other part was getting off on how fucking good it felt.

He must've sensed my internal conflict because he huffed a small laugh and continued to rub and stroke me with one hand while using his other to urge me to lift first my left leg and then my right, getting me to step free of my shorts.

"Yeah, that's it," Derrick said as he kicked them away, leaving me in just my tented briefs. "You're such a fucking little tease, aren't you?"

I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out so I shook my head instead.

"Yes, you are," he insisted, his voice playful and light as he gave my balls a gentle squeeze. "I think you like being a tease. I think you know exactly what you're doing and what effect it has on us."

I shook my head again as he fondled me through the soft cotton fabric, now tugging on my full, aching balls. Sean, Michael and Rod all crowded in close, watching wide-eyed as I let Derrick feel me up.

"Your little show getting out of the pool," he pointed out, "and then dropping your towel? The way you sashayed past us every time you went inside to use the bathroom? The innuendos and double entendres during lunch? Yeah, we're onto you."

I closed my eyes as he continued. "Look at you. Even now acting all innocent."

He stopped touching me and pulled his hands away. I opened my eyes and looked down at his hands as a small sound of disappointment slipped from my lips.

"I knew it," he said smugly. And then he reached into my briefs and took a hold of my dick.

"Ohhhh..." I gasped in surprise. He gave it a slight squeeze and I gasped again. I looked at Sean to see him smiling broadly.

"Yeah, you like this, don't you?" he said, less a question than a statement.

My eyes widened and after several long seconds I gulped.

"You'd have told Derrick to stop by now if you didn't want this, but you haven't."

I stared at him, still frozen in place, as Derrick freed my dick from my briefs. It jutted over the waistband, red and hard, pinned in place by the elastic. Sean reached out, swirled his index finger over the wet tip and then stuck it into his mouth.

"Yum," he said and I sucked in a breath and started to breathe faster. He tucked me back into my briefs and looked into my eyes. I didn't like what I saw.

He slid his finger from his mouth and put it to my lower lip and began to play with it. "I think I know what you want." My dick throbbed.

Derrick's hands were suddenly back on me, his left on my hip and the index finger of the other running up and down the crease of my ass through my briefs. It lingered over my hole and I instinctively clenched before he moved it away, huffing another chuckle against my neck, his warm breath making me tingle. My dick twitched again and he pushed the soft cotton into my crack, pressing the tip of his finger against my tight anal knot.

"Knock knock," he whispered.

"F..fuck," I croaked with a shudder.

While Derrick continued to prod and probe with his finger, Sean moved his hands to my underwear and dipped his fingers beneath the waistband. His eyes twinkled as he slowly pulled my briefs down. My eyes went wide as the elastic caught momentarily on my boner before my dick bounced free, slapping my stomach and spraying pre-cum like spittle. He pushed the underwear down just to below my ass and then reached once again for my cock, grasping it gently with one hand while swirling the fingers of his other hand over the tip, teasing it to a full, throbbing erection. I moaned more loudly.

Sean turned me so I was facing the bar and I rested my elbows on it while at the same time I felt Derrick getting down on his knees behind me. His hands gently parted my ass cheeks and I felt his tongue, warm and wet, lick the length of my crack.

"Oh my God," I hissed, panting as his tongue flicked over my hole. It felt so good. Nobody had ever done anything like this to me before. It felt as if he was humming down there.

"I'm going to get you nice and ready and then I'm going to shove my cock up your tight ass and fuck you," Derrick said. "Would you like that, Matt?"

This had gone way too far. What the hell was I doing? I needed to get control of this situation. Needed to gain the upper hand. I didn't want this... or did I? "You're... you're such a dirty old faggot," I finally managed to rasp out, between my soft moans.

That earned me a firm crack across my ass and I yelped.

"Ha! I think he likes that, Derrick," Sean said with a laugh. "His dick just gave another lurch."

"I think you're right," he agreed. He stood and gave me several more sharp smacks on my bare ass. When he finally stopped he got back down on his knees and blew softly on my burning cheeks. Then he pulled them apart once again and lashed his tongue over my tight knot.

"Mmmm," I sighed, pushing my butt out and inviting him in, succumbing to the pleasure of being rimmed for the first time.

He didn't hesitate to RSVP. He shoved his face into my crack, his fingers joining his tongue, caressing my quivering flesh as he drove into my puckered hole, flicking, lapping and slurping.

Oh my God. He was eating my ass! I could feel his tongue in me and his fingers around my hole, opening me up, gently stretching me out.

He took his time, deliberate and methodical. And then I felt a finger slide into me...

"Oh fuck, what is that?" I cried as he hit something inside me. I swear my voice came out a full octave higher.

"It's your prostate," he said and he diddled it again, eliciting another squeal from me. I felt my dick twitch and gasped when Sean's calloused thumb swipe over the slicked tip.

"Do you want me to stop?" Derrick asked as his finger grazed my prostate yet again.

I just grunted and moaned as shivers ran up and down my spine.

"What's that?" he asked again as his finger once more found my gland like it was a fucking homing beacon. "I didn't hear you. Is that a no?"

I nodded and then shook my head, my breaths coming fast. No, I didn't want him to stop! My knees were weak and I started to sink to the floor, but several pairs of hands reached out to steady me and eased me over to the couch, Derrick's finger never leaving my hole. Instead of sitting me down though, they bent me over the arm, my ass upturned and exposed.

The finger slid out of me and my briefs were pulled down until they were hanging off one ankle. My cheeks were spread again and the tongue was back in while more fingers tickled my taint and gently tugged my balls.

The sensations were coming from so many fronts now. I was being expertly rimmed and fingered, the tip of my dick felt bloated from being teased, and my balls were tingling. And then there were my nipples... fuck!

My forehead was resting on the couch cushion and I was moaning and groaning and drooling. I felt a second fingertip at my ass ever so gently working its way in, stretching me further. I started to pant and thrust my hips, first into the hand that was wrapped around my dick and then back against the fingers in my ass, desperately trying to scratch this new, but not unpleasant itch.

*~*~*~*

Derrick now had two fingers sliding in and out of my well-lubed ass while Sean was working my dick, his fist wrapped around my shaft, lazily jerking me off in slow, steady strokes. My pre-cum was flowing freely and my cock was slick with it. They brought me to the edge of climax again and again, teasing me but never letting me come. And yet, not once did it dawn on me to tell them to stop what they were doing; only to let me come.

"I gotta come," I moaned. "Please quit teasing me and let me fucking come."

"You calling us a tease?" Sean laughed. "That's the pot calling the kettle black."

"Pleeeease..." I whined again as he roiled the palm of his hand over the tip of my dick. My hips were rutting and I was grinding like a wild animal in heat. My body felt like it was on fire and I began to pant more heavily.

"Easy, Matt, easy," Sean said as a hand softly stroked up and down my back. "Breathe slowly or you're gonna hyperventilate."

I did as I was told, working to slow my breathing, enjoying the caresses. Enjoying everything.

"That's right," he continued, "nice and slow. In and out."

I looked up to see him glance at Michael and give him a tilt of his head.

"Close your eyes, Matt," Sean urged. "Slow breaths now. Deep. In and out. That's a good boy. In and out." His hand carded through my hair. It felt nice.

I felt something hard and smooth touch my left nostril as a finger pressed against the other, pushing it closed. I jerked a bit but Sean's soothing voice was in my ear. "Breathe in Matt," he coaxed. "Nice and deep and hold it until I tell you."

I softly grunted my assent and gave a small nod. I inhaled and the object moved to my other nostril and I was encouraged to repeat the process.

"That's right," Sean coaxed. "Hold it in... and... okay, now."

I let out my breath and tiny flashes of light seemed to explode behind my eyelids. A wave of heat flowed from my center down to my crotch and then rushed out to limbs and back again. What the fuck?

I was already drunk and high but now I felt even more light-headed. Almost giddy.

"Yeah, that's it, Matt," Michael said. He was holding a small and he put it back to my nose. "Let's do it again," he urged. "That's right... and another."

In my dazed state I did as he instructed and again that warm sensation coursed through my entire body, from the top of my head to the tip of my cock.

"Aww, shit..." I moaned through a warm, fuzzy haze. It felt like I could float away. I felt mind-fucked.

"You want more?" somebody - I don't know who - asked, and I nodded.

"I think we've got the making of a Popper Slut here," Rod called out, applauding.

I moaned and buried my face in the cushion when he called me a slut and he laughed and ruffled my hair. Then Sean grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up.

"Here, Slut," he said as he pushed the bottle back under my nose. I thought I detected a hard edge to his usual playful tone and I let out a plaintive moan before I inhaled. For some reason I couldn't get enough of them.

I was flying, soaring, higher than the crowd at a Grateful Dead concert, and Derrick, who hadn't stopped finger-fucking me this entire time, took the opportunity to work a third finger inside me. There was a slight burning sensation at first, but it quickly subsided into pleasure.

He continued to work his fingers in and out of my ass in that steady, even rhythm while Sean continued to give me hits from the bottle of poppers. I was really getting into it, slamming my ass onto Derrick's fingers, when he suddenly withdrew them.

I turned my head and saw he was getting to his feet. His shorts were open and shoved down along with his black briefs to mid-thigh. He was rolling a condom onto his long, thick dick and then began slathering it with lube.

He was staring at me, eyes searching mine. I swallowed once and nodded. He gave me a wink, squirted a good amount of lube onto his fingers, and moved behind me. I jumped when I felt the cool wetness at my entrance.

"Here we go," he said. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against my asshole but didn't thrust right in. I felt my body give against his insistent pressure and gasped loudly when my ass opened easily for him and he pushed past the ring of muscle of my sphincter, sliding all the way into me. I thought it would've hurt more than it did, but the fingers that had been inside me, twisting and probing, must've sufficiently stretched out the muscles. There was another slight burning sensation, but mostly I felt... full.

He leaned forward, molding his torso to my back, and held himself there. I felt him smile into my shoulder. "Just relax," he instructed as he reached around and pinched my nipple.

He didn't move for several long seconds, letting me get used to him being inside, accommodating the intrusion of his length and girth. I didn't try to resist him and I didn't tell him to stop.

"You still okay?"

Was I? I found I was more than fine, and I nodded. Apparently that was what he was waiting for because he withdrew slightly and then pushed back in. He took long, lingering strokes at first, letting his cockhead rest briefly just inside my sphincter every time he pulled out, before slowly pushing back inside to fill me again.

The feel of him inside me was exquisite, like nothing I'd ever imagined. I squeezed my eyes shut as I clenched and unclenched my ass. I gripped the couch cushions and strained.

I felt and heard Derrick laugh. I opened my eyes and saw Sean, Michael and Rod looking on. They were all smiling but it wasn't in derision or with judgment. They looked happy.

Derrick fucked me like that for a couple of minutes to let me get used to him being inside. Then he pulled out and quickly flipped me over, pushing my legs up and over his shoulders before plunging right back in, rocking his hips into me, pumping.

He fucked me harder now. Each stroke bottoming farther into me. His balls slapped my raised ass and he put his full weight into each stroke. His stretched over me and my hard, leaking cock strained between us. He looked down, eyes blazing, his face was only inches from my own.

"Good?" he rasped, his voice low.

"Oh God..." I groaned in response, my back arching and my eyes rolling back in my head as he changed the angle of his entry, now thrusting into me in long, deliberate strokes. His movements were fluid - almost graceful - and the sensations rushing through me were confusing to say the least.

I've always considered myself a pretty open-minded person and I appreciate a good-looking guy as much as the next person. I mean, I go to a lot of trouble to always look my best because, fuck, who doesn't like to look good? So yeah, I notice other guys and how they look. Now I wonder if I was always subconsciously attracted to them. Up to this point, however, my only sexual experience with another guy had been a couple of fumbling, drunken hand jobs back when I was in college - a friend and both wasted and horny as fuck because we'd both struck out. We'd jerked each other off, drank until we passed out, and then agreed to never speak of it again.

But that was college and college is a time to explore and experiment, right? Now, though... well, now I was a sexually experienced adult who's had several partners. I've even lived with girlfriends before and was planning on asking Rachel to get a place with me. Yet here I lay with a dick up my ass, shattering all my illusions, and if I was honest with myself, I was enjoying it more than any sex I'd ever had with any woman. It felt awesome. It felt natural.

Derrick fucked me for several long minutes, the staccato slap-slap-slap of his balls against my ass having an almost lulling effect on me. I lay there, moaning in pleasure as he knocked down one mental barrier after another. Then he shifted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts yet again, and began to mercilessly peg my prostate. Something inside me snapped.

"Fuck," I wailed. "Oh fuck!" It felt like an electric current was pulsing through my body, from the bundle of nerves his dick was nailing up to the base of my skull and back again. And again. And again. And again. Then, without anybody even touching it, my cock suddenly erupted, shooting long, creamy jets of semen up my abdomen, chest and to my chin. I'd never come that hard in my life and I thought I was going to pass out, but then Derrick's orgasm caught us up and I felt his body shudder as he emptied himself.

I lay there for several long seconds, my chest heaving, as cum pooled on my belly and dripped down my sides.

"Fuck," I panted when I could form words again. "That was..."

"Yeah," Derrick agreed, pulling out and tying off the condom.

"We should make you more comfortable," Sean said after a minute, patting my shoulder. "I know just the place."

They helped me to my feet and hustled me into the house, Derrick literally leading me by my dick - which had come miraculously back to life - his hand wrapped around the shaft as it began to throb again. My briefs were still hanging off one ankle and finally shook loose and dropped off just inside the kitchen. Sean was right behind me, two fingers stroking into my still-slicked hole getting it ready for his turn, while Rod and Michael brought up the rear. I should've been embarrassed being basically frog-marched through the house like this, but I didn't care. Hell, I wanted this!

*~*~*~*

We moved to the master bedroom where Sean and Derrick assured it would be more comfortable for everybody. It turns out it needed to be because the four men spent the next few hours fucking me twelve ways to Sunday.

They quickly discovered how turned on I got by being dominated and proceeded to take me in every position imaginable - even in several I'd never thought possible. And I loved it. The raunchier they got, the more excited I became. I was surprised by that. How I couldn't get enough. I craved their domination, both physical and verbal. I felt so dirty but even that turned me on.

At some point I began begging for more. I wanted it harder, deeper, faster - all of the above - and I remember Sean's gaze locked onto mine at one point, calling me a whore as he drove into me. But he was smiling when he said it, like he knew that I knew. And he was right: I was a whore. I was their whore. There was no escaping that fact.

*~*~*~*

I don't know how long they pounded my ass; I just know I loved the feeling of each different cock inside me. Long strokes, short strokes, hard thrusts... all of it. At times I was fucked from both ends at once causing my body - sheened in sweat, lube and cum - to move in an obscene, rhythmic dance. I welcomed all comers.

They fucked my face and I took each of them as deep as I could - like a fucking champ - savoring the unique feel and taste of the different cocks as they used my mouth, battering my throat as they taught me how to relax my gag reflex. I took every single one of their loads across my face. I don't know if that necessarily had to do with safe sex as much as it did with them realizing how turned on I got from being degraded, because the embarrassment of having my head held in place while a spurting cock painted my face with its hot, sticky load was intoxicating. I about came on the spot the first time it happened.