Bad Santa Returns
(M/M/M, masturbation, oral, anal, reluctant)
by Endy - brycejlover@yahoo.com

The shower was on and a man was seen standing underneath the shower head. As water poured down onto his naked body, he was rubbing his body to clean the soap suds. Several strands of his hair had already turned gray but he did not look old at all. He was only 42 year-old. When the shower head stopped spewing out water, the bathroom turned silent. Turning his body around, he stood with his back against the wet bathroom tiled-wall. As he took in his breaths, his chest expanded. Droplets of water ran down his body, leaving glistening trails. With his hand, he wiped off much of the water from his body. For several more minutes, he just stood there, waiting for his body to dry. "Damn! My cock is hard," he whispered, looking down at his raging cock. That dick certainly needed some attention. "Oh Cliff, you must milk your dick everyday," he whispered to himself. Grunting, he groped the head of the circumcised penis. The callused palm gave him a jolt when it brushed across the sensitive knob.

"Oh," Cliff moaned while his hand was stroking his man meat. Masturbation was one of the things that he liked the most. The damp dick head required no extra lubrication because it was already wet. Still, the head twitched whenever his hand touched it. It responded to the callused surface of that man's hand. "Fuck! I love jacking off. Oh yeah, I want to cum again. Oh! Fuck!" In his 40s, he was still fit although his body was not athletic at all. As an ordinary man who rarely exercised, he had body fat deposited under his skin. Yet, the amount was moderate, thus it did not make him look fat. Two chest mounds were hanging down the pectoral area. They were so squeezable, adorned with two brownish nipples. The nipples were constantly erect and hard. Soft hair grew around the aureolae. "Ah!" Cliff moaned again as he squeezed the dick head in his hand. No precum came out yet because he had not reached the required stimulation to produce it.

In order to increase the stimulation, Cliff tried to remember the horniest moment that he had ever gone through. 'I can never forget that moment, when I was raped by that man in Santa suit. Randall. Damn! He's so good with his dick. He had me squirming and moaning for more even though at that time I was completely heterosexual.' The horny memory of that moment came back, having strong effect on his erection. The male member seemed to throb with renewed vigor, pulsating in that man's fist. "Oh," he groaned, reliving that experience in his mind. 'I can't forget the size of his big dick that pried open my ass. Oh, it was unbelievable and it felt so good. Randall knows how to fuck, ah!' Wincing, Cliff imagined the anal pain as Randall's dick took away the cherry. "Oh!" he gasped when he accidentally pressed the dick too hard. Closing his eyes, he took his mind back to the time when he lost his cherry forcefully. His naked body shuddered as horny images flashed through his brain. 'Oh yeah, that man really knows how to fuck. Oh! I miss his dick.'

Being stroked furiously, Cliff’s dick was throbbing as it responded. But the constant stroking somehow evaporated the dampness. "Ah!" Cliff gasped as he sensed pain radiating from his reddening dick head. 'Damn! I could chafe my dick if I don’t use lube.' Thus, he stopped stroking for a while. Bending over, Cliff spat on the dick. Big glob of spit was launched but only half hit the knob. Cliff then spat again. This time, he spat at his palm. "Oh yeah," he moaned as he resumed the stroking. The dick pulsated again, following the rhythm of the stroking. At then, a drop of precum oozed out from the slit. When it happened, Cliff felt subtle contraction at the base of his dick. "Oh," he sighed, enjoying the sensation. The liquid was wrung out as Cliff milked the head.

'I need more stimulation. I need to cum,' he thought, raising his left hand. They had immediately found what it was looking for: nipples. "Oh!" Cliff groaned, twisting his body. As soon as it happened, his dick sprang up. That manhood indeed had grown hard, but it seemed to get harder when Cliff was touching his nipples. "Oh! Yeah! Shit!" Despite the sensitivity of his nipples, Cliff liked to finger them because it boosted the sexual stimulation. Cliff's erect nipples maintained their hardness when they were being manhandled roughly. Each time the nipples were being rubbed, it sent violent shudder down his spine. Willy-nilly, he was bucking against the wall. Repeatedly, his ass bumped itself into the wall. The more he fingered his nipples, the hornier he became. "Oh fuck! Yes, I'm so horny. Oh, I want to cum big time. Yes! Ah fuck!"

Randall's face was ingrained in Cliff's mind as Cliff continued to jack off. Indeed, Cliff was addicted to Randall's big hard manhood. Although it was rather painful, he really wanted to experience it again and again. Ever since the rape, Cliff still had maintained sexual contact with Randall regularly. Through Randall, he learnt so much more about man-to-man sex. 'Fuck! I wish Randall were here now, I would want him to fuck my brain out. Oh, there's no man who can fuck as well as he.' The close up images of Randall's throbbing man-rammer took Cliff's breath away. 'Oh yeah, fuck my ass with that giant tool. Oh yes, let me have it,' he thought, basking in his perverted fantasy. But apparently, nipple play was not enough. He needed something in his ass so that he would feel as if he had been fucked.

Leaving the nipples, Randall's left hand headed down for the ass. But in order to finger the hole easily, Cliff had to spread his legs apart. Thus, he bent his knees and lowered down his body a bit. "Oh!" he gasped when his asshole was pulled apart. The index finger was trailing down Cliff's body, caressing the damp skin. It kept tracing its way until it touched the twitching ass lips. The tender anal opening was still somewhat wet. Without any hesitation, Cliff sank the finger in with a wince. "Ah!" The fingering process became awkward owing to the absence of lube, resulting in anal pain. Yet, Cliff seemed to enjoy it. Even though pain was radiating from the rectal opening, Cliff kept pushing his finger in until the ass lips gave up. "Oh my ass!" he cried, bracing himself from pain. He tried to push the entire finger in but the finger itself could not drill in any deeper. "Damn it!" he cursed, pulling it out.

Impatiently, he grabbed a bar of soap and quickly lathered his hands up. As he rubbed his palms together, soapy suds appeared. Hurriedly, he stuffed his left hand back into the ass. This time, the soapy index finger did not find any problem. Easily, it drilled into the rectum after spreading the ass lips apart. "Oh yeah," he moaned, feeling the pleasure of having something stuck up his ass. With much enthusiasm, he began finger-fucking himself. "Fuck my ass, Randall. Oh yeah, fuck me," he groaned, sinking in his sexual imagination. As he closed his eyes, all he saw was Randall's naked body. Soon, the middle finger and the ring finger joined in, stretching the ass hole apart. There was hardly any pain, because the soap suds did the job well. All Cliff could sense was pure bliss of anal stimulation.

While the left hand busily worked, the right hand was equally busy. Without pausing, it kept milking Cliff's manhood. Precum was oozing out occasionally. Whenever it happened, the cock would throb harder. Cliff's head was reeling from the constant pleasure. "Fuck my ass. Oh fuck me. Yeah, fuck my ass," Cliff kept groaning, fucking himself eagerly. His hoarse voice echoed through the bathroom, sounding much louder because of the absence of other noises. "Oh! Fuck! Oh yes! Ah!" The masturbating hand was moving so fast that it turned blurry to the eyes. "I'm so close. I can feel cum churn inside my balls. Oh! I want to cum desperately." With that, Cliff jabbed his fingers deeper. Wildly, those fingers were moving about inside the tight rectum. "Ah!" he groaned as he forced the fingers to go in deeper. As those fingers crawled in, Cliff's ass was stretched. "Where's that damned prostate? Oh, it should be there." Wincing, he rotated his fingers to brush more areas.

All of a sudden, his body jolted as if it was electrocuted. With a loud voice, Cliff groaned. "Ah!" Obviously, he had just found his happy spot. The prostate felt kind of fleshy, hidden deep inside Cliff's rectal passage. All that Cliff had to do was to wiggle his fingers. "Ah fuck!" he cried out as electric-like wave coursed down his body. A streamlet of precum was also pushed out of the piss slit as its side effect. But those fingers kept doing their work, rubbing the prostate. "Damn yeah! Oh! I feel so close to cumming! Oh!" In order to have a more comfortable position, Cliff bent his body over. Thus, he could finger his ass more easily, too. Low growls slipped out from his quivering lips, echoing across the bathroom. The closer he was to the point of no return, the louder his groan grew. "Ah! Yes! Fuck my ass! Oh! Fuck me!" he kept moaning, pretending that Randall was fucking him.

Deep inside the ass, Cliff's thick fingers were touching the sensitive walnut-sized organ. The prostate seemed to respond by giving a slight twitch. Whenever it was stimulated, Cliff would get an overwhelming sensation beyond words. Leaking profusely, Cliff's dick kept throbbing so hard that Cliff wished it would stop. The raging manhood was aching with much desire, not showing any sign that it would go flaccid. "Yeah, I can feel my cum churn inside my balls. I'm so close, fuck! Oh!" And it finally happened. Cum began to travel up the urethra. With the speed of a moving freight train, the cock juice was heading for the slit. Cliff could feel the viscid liquid pass through the piss canal. "I'm cumming!" he yelped, shuddering. But before he could finish saying those words, thick gooey man cream flew out from the narrow slit. "Ah! Fuck! Yes!" he cried, not letting his cock go.

Cum was spurting like a geyser. The first shot almost hit his face, but it missed. The thick gob landed almost a foot away from where he stood. It was soon followed by several weaker shots. "Yes! Fuck! Oh!" Cliff cried, his handsome face contorting. The force of the orgasm was so strong that Cliff almost fell onto his knees. "Ah! I'm cumming. Oh yes! Fuck! Yes!" His left hand was still fingering the tight asshole, relentlessly rubbing the prostate. It certainly had boosted the level of his orgasm. "Ah! Yes!" he groaned, not loosening the grip of his hand around the cumming cock. Both of Cliff's knees were buckling, almost not being able to support the weight of his body. But he kept milking his dick, forcing more cum to shoot. Throbbing, the fuck tool furiously unleashed every single drop of cum that it contained. Although the ejaculation only happened for seconds, it sure felt like forever to Cliff. The cum continued to shoot until the shots wee reduced to mere drips. "Ah!" he sighed, bending his body over until his head was close to the thighs. In close distance like that, he could see the last drops of cum dripping down from the spent dick. Sighing once again, he tightened the grip and wrung out as much cock juice as he could.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, his body shuddering from the post-orgasm. With a wince, he pulled those fingers out. Standing with his back against the wall, Cliff took his time to recuperate. His broad chest was contracting up and down as the lungs were filling themselves with fresh air. Several cum globs clung onto his right hand, emanating strong smell. "I love cum," he sighed before he brought the hand to his lips. With much relish, Cliff was tonguing up the cum, licking the hand clean. He seemed to enjoy the taste of his own cock juice. "Oh yeah, I need some real sex, soon." Facing the shower head, Cliff turned on the handle. Water was then sprayed onto his naked body as he resumed his shower. 'Christmas is at hand. Timmy just turns 18 a few months ago. It is time to give him the gift of manhood, just like what I promised him 13 years ago.'

*****

There was a loud knocking on the door. And a man in his late 40s was standing in front of it, waiting for the door to open. "Finally. The sun is so hot and it's scorching my body," he said with deep Australian accent. When the door was opened, he quickly went in, carrying a backpack in his right hand. He was wearing worn-out shirt and a pair of old jeans. But the clothes could not hide the outline of his well-shaped body. As soon as he stepped in, he dropped the bag to the floor and gave Cliff a big hug. "Long time no see, Cliff. How is your ass?" Naughtily, he lowered one hand down to grab Cliff's buttocks. "Does your ass miss my cock? Coz my cock does miss your ass." That man then planted a deep wet kiss on Cliff's waiting lips. The kiss was sloppy and lustful, almost animalistic. Possessively, he held Cliff's body with one hand so that Cliff knew that he belonged to him. "I'm so horny for your ass. Although I have fucked you a lot since the day that we met, I can never get enough of your ass." His hand gave Cliff's ass another hard squeeze through Cliff's flimsy shorts. "Naughty dad doesn’t wear any underwear," he commented, feeling the absence of underwear-like fabric under those thin shorts.

"Yes, Randall. I want you. I'm so ready to get fucked. I want your big hard cock up my ass." Cliff was writhing helplessly in Randall's manly arms, clearly enjoying the imminent prospect of getting sodomized. Lustfully, he returned the kiss with equal passion. While kissing, both of his hands could not stop groping Randall's body through the shirt. At times, Cliff would claw at the shirt, hoping that he could somehow tear it up. The fabric of Randall's shirt was stretched taut across his bulging pecs, the nipples getting erect. "Get naked for me, Randall. I need to get fucked immediately. No man can fuck as well as you can." Cliff's voice was wavering, filled with a great amount of lust. It went without saying that Cliff's manhood gained erection, throbbing without even being touched. "Touch me, Randall. Use my body. Fuck me hard."

"Yes I would, Cliff. But we must set this plan up for your kid, Timmy. He's so fucking hot, just like his dad." As he finished saying it, he playfully groped Cliff's crotch. "Damn! Your cock is hard. But you have to wait, ok? Tonight, I'm gonna give the gift of manhood to Timmy. Then, I'm gonna fuck you hard in front of your son. And oh yes, it will be hot!" Deliberately, he emphasized the word 'hot' to raise Cliff's expectation for that night's plan. "No cumming until tonight. I want your balls full." After talking, Randall released Cliff and grabbed his backpack. "OK, let's do this. The sun is going to set in a few hours. We must be ready when Timmy comes home from his friend's Christmas party."

Disappointment was clearly visible on Cliff's face, because he longed to get fucked immediately. Fortunately, he had just masturbated that morning, yet, he planned not to tell Randall about it. Standing by the door, he watched Randall fish out a set of Santa Claus' clothes. One by one, the Santa equipment was laid on the floor. Cliff had to gulp down his saliva as Randall began taking off the shirt and jeans. There were no words that could describe how much he longed to have that man fuck his ass repeatedly. 'Damn, I'm so hard for Randall. But waiting until night is killing me. He's doing this on purpose, to keep me in constant heat. Although I have milked my cock this morning, I still can't fight this horniness. Randall is truly a manly fucker.' Straining against the thin fabric, Cliff's dick was begging to get stroked. Without blinking, he took in the details of Randall's naked body. 'His body is so perfect. Although he almost hit 50, he still has impressive muscles. Randall begins to sport some grayish hair, but he looks even hotter with it.' Cliff was so tortured to see Randall's naked body because he wanted so much to get fucked. His eyes were fixed to Randall's impressive pecs, making his dick throbbed harder. 'His chest is so hard, filled with muscles. Oh, I just love squeezing his chest as he fucks my ass. Look at those fine nipples. I can suck them for hours.' Licking his upper lip, Cliff was touching himself. One hand slipped under the T-shirt that he wore and began feeling the body, while the other one reached down to squeeze the hard-on through the pants.

Seeing how horny Cliff was, Randall only chuckled. "You're such a horny daddy. I can't wait for your son to witness how sluttish his dad really is. You two will always remember this horny day." Randall took the red Santa trousers and immediately put them on. When he wore them, he turned his back at Cliff, not letting him see the frontal part. "Your son is going to love the gift that I'm about to give him," he added, chucking again. Slowly, he turned his body around. Still not wearing any shirt, Randall faced Cliff to show him what the surprise was. "Do you think he will like my cock if I make a hole in my Santa pants?" Standing without any embarrassment, Randall proudly showcased his throbbing erection. His circumcised dick towered through a hole made on the frontal part of the red trousers. The dick was so hard that it began to precum as soon as it was exposed to Cliff's lustful eyes. "Yeah, I'm so horny for both of you, dad and son. I have waited for 13 years for this day to come."

*****
[13 years ago]

Cliff was lying naked on piles of carton boxes, his body sweating profusely. The sweat drops were staining the boxes, leaving visible wet stains. Some of the boxes were dented, owing to the weight of Cliff's body. His whole body was aching from the multiple man-to-man sex sessions. His once-virgin asshole was stretched beyond its capability. The anal lips were swollen and red, twitching. For several hours, he had taken Randall's big dick up the ass, as well as the two security guards' cocks. Cliff's asshole gaped open, forgetting how to clamp down. Thick creamy cock juice was oozing out from his battered ass, mixed with some ass juice. The oozing cum comprised Randall's cum and those security guards'. The sex obviously had drained off Cliff's energy. Like a drunkard, he just lay there, trying to catch his breath his back. Cliff's cum-coated dick was no longer hard after it had been forced to shoot repeatedly. The smell of cum was so strong, hanging in the air.

Not bothering to put his clothes back on, Randall laid his body next to Cliff. The boxes gave out some faint noises as they received more dents. He was very satisfied for having fucked Cliff's once-straight ass. It was such a big triumph for him, although previously he had managed to convert several straight guys into homosexuality right in that very warehouse. Rolling his body, Randall put his arms around Cliff's spent body and said, "I'd love to fuck your ass again and breed you. You're such a sexy young daddy. I just love married men, especially those who have kids." Gently, he planted a kiss on Cliff's forehead, treating Cliff as if he had been his gay lover. "By the way, you have such a cute boy. I'm sure that he's gonna grow into a hunky guy when he reaches 18. Man, I would love to shag him. One of my biggest fantasies is to fuck a dad and his son at the same time. That's so hot!" Secretly, he was eyeing Cliff to see his reaction. And to his surprise, Cliff seemed to be okay with that perverted idea.

"If you want to fuck my boy, you can," he said, looking absolutely sober. "I really don’t mind if you want to fuck Timmy. I think that your fantasy is kind of hot. Daddy and his son, both get fucked by the same guy... that's a really hot fantasy." Before being converted, Cliff would have killed any man who wanted fuck his Timmy regardless of Timmy's age. But after tasting how great gay sex was, Cliff had a perverted idea to let Randall do the same thing to Timmy. "I want you to give Timmy the same pleasure that you gave me. I know that Timmy would enjoy it as much as I do." Cliff then placed his head on Randall's broad sweaty chest, rubbing his nose against the sweat drops on the powerful pecs. The aroma of manliness filled Cliff's nose, almost turning him on again.

"I'm very happy to know that you like my idea," Randall immediately said, afraid that Cliff might change his mind. Thinking about fucking teenage Timmy and his dad at the same time gave Randall a hard time in controlling his erection. The tired cock gradually regained its erection after several times spurting its manly seeds inside Cliff's hungry ass. Even though it took 13 years to materialize, Randall did not mind waiting for that moment. Embracing Cliff's naked body, he whispered in Cliff's ears, "I'm sure that your son will grow into a fine handsome sexy horny young man just like his daddy. Thirteen years later, this very dick is going to initiate your son into homosexuality. And at then, I'm gonna give you two pleasure and excitement that you two have never experienced before. Yeah, it's going to be hot."

*****

"Damn! It's raining! Oh damn!" Timmy cursed as he ran down the street. Using only his hands, he shielded his head from the rain drops although he realized that it was futile. There were not many people on the street that night because most of them were having Christmas dinner at their respective home. The formal shirt that Timmy wore to his friend's Christmas party was soaking wet as the rain kept pouring down. Actually, the party that Timmy just went was not over yet. But that youth decided to come home early so that he could spend the Christmas eve with his father. As he stepped the puddles, he wetted his expensive shoes but he did not care about it at all. Indeed, there was no snow in Sydney during December, owing to the geographical location of the Land Down Under.

When Timmy did reach home, he was completely drenched. "Dad? I'm home," Timmy called out. But as he opened the front door, he noticed that the light was turned off. Yet, there were some burning candles, lighting up the living room. After closing the door, Timmy then realized that there was someone in Santa suit sitting on the sofa which was placed on the corner. But the dim candle light did not permit him to see the face. "Dad? Is that you? What are you doing in Santa Claus suit?" he asked, while taking off his wet shoes. The wet shirt was the next thing that he took off. Afterwards, that youth undid his trousers and let them drop onto the floor. Timmy certainly had no problem to walk around the house in his tight white briefs. The wet fabric of his underwear certainly could not hide the outline of his limp dick. With his hands, he rubbed off the excessive moist from his bare body. "Dad?" he called out again. But as he stepped forward, he finally could make out the face of that mysterious man. "Uncle Randall!" he ejaculated, looking very pleased to see his dad's friend.

"Timmy, I'm so happy to see you," Randall said, artificial white beard hanging from his jaws. Since the beard was rather annoying, Randall then pulled it off and threw it away. "OK it's better," he whispered, rubbing his chin. Not having been shaved for a day, his jaws sported dark shadow of stubble. "Merry Christmas, Timmy. Look what Uncle Randall picked for you for your Christmas present." Ever since he raped Timmy's father, he had became a regular visitor at their house. Randall watched Timmy grow from an innocent little boy into a fine handsome athletic young man. Needles to say, Randall could not wait to stuff his raging hard-on up Timmy's virgin ass. 'Oh yeah, I'm gonna get your cherry, just like I got your dad's. Then I'm gonna fuck your brain out and drain your balls.' His eyes glistening against the candle light, Randall was very pleased as Timmy came up for his present. On Randall's lap was a big box wrapped in Christmas-colored paper.

Then out of no where, Cliff showed up and stood behind Timmy. He was wearing a long bathrobe, which was very handy in hiding a throbbing erection. Cliff's sudden appearance apparently did not surprise his son. "Go on, Timmy. Open your present. Uncle Randall gives it especially for you. You're gonna love it," Cliff said, encouraging his son. Being curious of how his son would react, Cliff stood close to his son. "Open the present. It's for you, son." Thinking that his son would be dicked by a man, as hot as Randall, almost took his breath away. 'I don’t think Timmy is gay but if he lets Randall fucks him, he will come to know how good it is to have gay sex.' Not knowing how Timmy would react, Cliff placed his hands on both Timmy’s shoulders as a precaution. 'Damn!' Cliff thought when he saw his boner poke through the bathrobe. Hurriedly, he reached down to conceal the pulsating male member. After the boner problem had been taken care of, he held Timmy's shoulders again in a fatherly way. Inside the rib cage, Cliff's heart was pounding crazily like a war drum.

Every Christmas, Timmy would get a present from his father but that was the first time ever that Randall gave him something. Curiously, Timmy bent his body over in order to open the present that was sitting on Randall's lap. The box looked big but he had no idea what it was. The youth's athletic muscles flexes as he bent his body. Since his eyes were fixed to the present box, he failed to notice the lust within Randall's eyes. As a jock student in his school, Timmy had managed to shape up his body through physical exercises. Young muscles, although not as muscular as a bodybuilder's, could be found everywhere on Timmy's body. They were flexing, following Timmy's movement. The thin layer of water still clung to Timmy's skin, glistening against the candle light.

As Timmy bent over, Randall finally got a chance to scrutinize the youth closely. His eyes were flashing with much passion as they scanned Timmy's impeccable almost-naked body. 'He's surely as hot as his daddy. Damn! Timmy looks like the younger version of Cliff. They're both very hot and sexy. I really enjoy seeing Timmy's athletic hairless young body.' Absentmindedly, Randall licked up his upper lip as his eyes continued to feast on that flexing athletic body. The erotic view had great impact on his dick. It was throbbing so hard that it leaked out a streamlet of precum. Unbeknownst to Timmy, Randall's erect dick was hiding inside the present box. He had made a hole at the base of the box so that he could stick his dick in. The dick would stay there until Timmy opened the box and peered inside. 'Yeah, I would enjoy fucking Timmy's ass whether he let me or not. I can imagine how good it feels to shove my big dick up his cherry ass. Shit! He is so close to me. I wish I could run my hands all over his bare body now.'

Timmy's hands were reached out, taking hold the ribbon that held the lid of that present box. Both Randall and Cliff were watching with great tense, wanting to see how Timmy would react. Without any suspicion, Timmy pulled the ribbon off the box. 'I wonder what it is,' he thought while opening the box. Yet, as soon as the lid was removed, Timmy could not conceal his shock. He was completely taken aback to see Randall's throbbing erection sticking out from the opened box. That big circumcised dick had already leaked out some precum, looking ready for some sexual fun. "What the fuck is this? Are you a faggot, Uncle Randall? This is a very sick joke!" he exclaimed, his voice sounding quite rude. Being a true heterosexual guy, Timmy was very offended by Randall's gay joke. But what he did not know was that it was not a joke; it was quite real. Angrily, he pulled the box off Randall's lap and threw it at the wall. The holed box hit the floor with a faint thud. "I'm not a faggot, alright!"

Seeing how violent Timmy’s reaction was, Randall was not surprised at all. Secretly wishing for it, he had expected that rudeness to occur. That way, he had a reason to rape that athletic youth. Nothing excited him more than raping a straight guy and converting him into homosexuality. That thought lingered in his mind, fueling his erection. "You're dead wrong, Timmy. You are a faggot," Randall said, holding his erection. "Do you see my cock? Doesn't it look big and hard? I get so aroused, thinking of fucking your cherry ass." Giving Timmy an intimidating look, Randall was stroking his aching boner in front of him. "Oh yeah, I can see it in your eyes. You want my cock. You crave for it."

"Bullshit!" Timmy cried, filled with unspeakable rage. "I'm not a queer like you! I don't want your dick. I despise homos!" Angrily he turned his body around, ready to leave. Yet, before he could escape, his father stood in his way to stop him from leaving. "Dad?" he asked in a surprised tone. Never in his life did he think that his dad would ever hurt him in anyway. Thus, Timmy's guard was down. He did not do anything to protect himself as his dad's reached out both hands. Easily, Timmy's hands were secured, completely subdued. It all happened so fast and Timmy did not have any chance to digest what was going on. The next thing that he knew was that his own father had pinned his hands to the back, rendering him helpless. "Dad! What are you doing? Let me go! Dad!"

"Don't fight it, son. Try it first then you can say whether you hate it or not. But I guarantee that you will beg for more. There’s nothing that can surpass the excitement of having man-to-man sex with someone as hot as Randall," Cliff said, wishing that Timmy wouldn't have reacted so violently to Randall's sexual gift. There was no remorse or guilt in Cliff's face for helping another man rape his own son. During 13 years, he had been brain-washed by Randall's frequent fucking. Cliff did not view Randall's action as a bad thing. "When Randall first fucked me, I did not like it either. I was fighting like hell. But guess what? Now I enjoy it. And you will, too, son." Thinking of his son getting fucked had aroused him again. Cliff's dick was, again, poking out through the opening of his bathrobe. That dick was so hard that it felt like a warm meaty steel pipe.

"Dad! Let me go! You're crazy!" Timmy screamed overwhelmed by anger. Both of his hands were immobile, pinned to the back by his dad. There were no words that could describe the rage that he felt at then. "Ah!" he yelped when his dad deliberately induced pain by increasing the strength of the pinning. Involuntarily, Timmy arched his back to ease the pain, thrusting his hips forward. It was a mistake, though, because he had accidentally presented his underwear-wrapped genitalia to Randall. "Shit!" Timmy yelped when his cock was seized by Randall's strong hand. Timmy’s face reddened as Randall was squeezing the limp dick painfully. "Ah! Not my cock! No! Oh!" Finning helplessly like a fish out of water, Timmy felt so vulnerable. Wildly, his legs were kicking about, trying to get rid of Randall's hands from touching the crotch. "Stop! Get your hands off me! Fuck! Ah!"

Yet, Randall easily avoided the kicking as he got up from the sofa. "Stop fighting me, Timmy," Randall advised, squeezing Timmy's balls through his wet underwear. "Surrender yourself to me. Let me give you pleasure that you have never felt before. And you will beg for more, I promise you." Turning his head to Cliff, he told him to get a firm grip of Timmy's hands. "Hold him tighter, Cliff. I'm gonna strip your son naked." Leaving Timmy with no chance to defend himself, Randall seized the rubbery band of Timmy’s briefs. "Let's see your bare dick in all its glory." Exerting his strength, Randall pulled the briefs down in one single hard jerk. It was certainly not easy because Timmy did not stop struggling for his dignity. The struggle was proven to be useless for Randall could still easily take the briefs off. Upon looking at Timmy’s naked crotch, Randall gave out a lewd whistle. "Wow, look at that. You shaved your crotch!"

Simultaneously, Timmy's face turned red, as red as an apple. Both reddened cheeks felt much warmer as blood filled the veins. At then, he felt that he had nothing left that would define him as a real male. Having both Randall and his dad watch his shaved crotch was the most humiliating experience ever. Yet, he knew that it aint over yet, because the real ordeal had just begun. "I can't believe that you two have the heart to molest me." The anger in his tone had diminished as he abandoned all hope to ever escape. His voice sounded sad when he turned his head around and spoke to his dad, "Dad, how could you? I'm your son." To his surprise, he saw no guilt in his father's eyes. At that point, he felt that something hard and long was poking at the crack of his ass. With horrified look, he finally realized what it was. "Dad! Your dick is hard! And you're poking my ass with it!"

Cliff indeed had embraced his homosexual side since 13 years ago. Yet, being a gay man did not mean that he had lust for his own son, despite the fact that his son was hot. It was an accident when his dick poked through his son's ass crack. "Sorry," he mumbled, shoving his hard dick to other direction. Instead of poking at the ass crack, that dick was resting on Timmy's left hip. Again, he tried to calm his son down and coaxed him to surrender. "We're not going to hurt you, Timmy. Daddy loves you, you know that. I was horrified, too, when Randall was about to rape my ass. But it felt very good afterwards. Please, son, give yourself a chance to try it. Daddy has tried it and Daddy loves it." Out of nowhere, Cliff produced a pair of handcuffs. Before Timmy realized it, Cliff had already placed the cuffs around Timmy's wrists.

"What the fuck..." Timmy cursed, trying to break away from the cuffs. It was impossible, of course, to succeed. While he focused all his strength to break the cuffs, he forgot to protect his feet. At then, Randall suddenly lunged forward. "Shit!" Timmy yelled, realizing what Randall was doing. Yet, it was too late. A pair of cuffs had already encircled his ankles, leaving him completely immobile. The cuffs around Timmy's feet had also quenched his struggle. 'Shit! Randall cuffed my feet. If I try to break free, I will fall. Oh fuck!' When Randall reached out his hand again, Timmy could not step backward to avoid it. Thus, Timmy's cock was easily held captive in Randall's callused fist. "Let my cock go! Don't touch me."

Ignoring Timmy's protest, Randall continued to inspect the youth's genitalia. "Mmm... I'm glad you're circumcised. A cut cock looks much sexier than the uncut one. Yeah, it's still flaccid but I can make it hard." Droplets of sweat formed themselves on Randall's forehead and his body, owing to the Santa suit. "Damn! I'm sweating already," he mumbled, releasing Timmy's dick. "Well, you've seen my hard cock already. But you haven't seen my body, yet. Ok, I'll get naked for you." Smiling lewdly, Randall hurriedly took off his thick red clothes. The boots came off first, which were soon followed by the Santa shirt. "That's better," Randall sighed, feeling relieved from the heat. Proudly, Randall showcased his shirtless sweaty torso. The unclad chest was drenched with sweat, looking as if it had just come out from a sauna. Deliberately, Randall was flexing his torso so that Timmy would feel rather intimidated. "Do you like my body? Look at it? I have more muscles than you have. It means that I'm much stronger than you." When those two were compared, Randall certainly looked bulkier.

Timmy certainly knew that Randall's body was big and muscular. Yet, he had never seen Randall's bare chest. Seeing it shirtless was certainly different from seeing it fully clad. 'I admit that I'm intimidated by his shirtless appearance. He looks bigger with all those naked bulging muscles.' When Randall stepped up, Timmy could hardly hold his breath out of fear. Unfortunately, Timmy was not good at hiding his true feeling. The fear had frozen his nerves, rendering his body weak and sweaty. And apparently, Randall could see through his fear! 'Damn! I think Randall knows that I'm intimidated. What should I do?' All of a sudden, Timmy felt so little in front of Randall. Unexpectedly, Timmy received a kiss from Randall, on the lips. It happened too fast and Timmy failed to anticipate it. "Ugh!" His lips were sealed with Randall's, leaving him breathless. A surge of disgust stormed Timmy guts, making him feel nauseated. Both of his eyes were staring wide, the eyeballs almost popping out of the sockets. He could not struggle, either, because Randall's arms were locking his body in tight embrace.

'Oh yeah, Timmy is going to be mine. He is still resisting and I must say that I like it. That way I can rape him in the real way. Oh, I just love raping straight guys and turn them into cock suckers.' Even though Timmy was resisting the kiss, Randall did not give up so easily. Possessively, he planted his kiss deep against Timmy's lips and forced him to accept it whether he liked it or not. Kissing was not the only thing that Randall did to Timmy. That man was also tonguing Timmy's mouth. "Come on, Tim. Open up for me," he said as the kiss broke. But Timmy did not make it easy for him. "Huh? So you wanna it in the hard way? Alright then." And with that, he gripped Timmy's jaws and forced him to open his mouth. The pain around the jaws managed to make the mouth open. As soon as the lips parted, Randall quickly sank his tongue in.

"Ugh!" Timmy fought to break free but he was powerless. Disgust was welling up inside him as he was forced to receive Randall's tongue in his mouth. To his surprise, his daddy was seizing his body from behind so that he could not struggle during the kiss. 'Fuck! I can’t fight this kiss. Yuck! Randall's tongue slips in. It's so disgusting! And his saliva fills my mouth. Ah!' But there was nothing that he could do to stop it. Randall's saliva invaded in and got mixed with Timmy’s. Although it was basically tasteless, Timmy felt nauseated. To make things worse, Timmy also felt Randall's hard dick rub against his bare skin. Sticky liquid was smeared across Timmy's flat stomach, coming out from Randall's cock slit. 'Let me go! Let me go!' Timmy wanted to scream but his mouth was silenced by the lustful kiss. Meanwhile, Randall's other hand was squeezing Timmy's flesh, testing its muscular firmness. The rude groping added to Timmy's disgust.

Cliff could hardly restrain himself from cumming. The scene before his eyes was too hot to handle. As he exerted his strength to quench Timmy's struggle, his bathrobe was pulled down forcibly. Yet, it was hanging down by the arms. Cliff had to release the arms of his bathrobe one by one. As the clothes fell onto the floor, Cliff was left totally naked with a raging hard-on. Precum was dripping down from the cock head, forming a snot-like string. At the end of the string hung a glistening droplet of precum. As the droplet got bigger, owing to the accumulating precum, it got heavier. The precum string was stretched down until it finally snapped. 'Timmy is so damn hot. Watching Randall kiss my son forcefully really makes me feel excited. When Timmy gets raped, he will then know how pleasurable it is to be gay.' Cliff's hard dick was swaying aimlessly, yet sometimes it hit Timmy's buttocks and left its liquid there.

"Oh yeah, I'm so hot for you, Timmy," Randall said as he finished kissing that handsome youth. "When I fuck your cherry ass, you will not want it to stop." Wanting to get more comfortable, the muscular man quickly undid his trousers. His hard dick was free at last from the restraint of fabric. Fro the slit of the dick hung a string of precum drop. But it was quickly rubbed off as the fabric brushed the leaking head. "Yeah, it feels so good to be naked," Randall sighed, wiping off the excessive sweat that still clung to his body. "Now lick my body," Randall issued an order to Timmy, his eyes staring at the youth's handsome face. Seeing Timmy's facial expression, Randall knew that the youth would be hard to tame. Yet, he liked challenge. Bring his face close to Timmy's, he grunted, "Don't try to do anything foolish. I can crush your balls easily. Believe me, I won't hesitate." To make his point clear, Randall reached down and fondled Timmy’s hanging balls. Satisfaction flitted across his face as he caught a subtle hint of worry on Timmy’s face. "Good boy. Now, lick my body. Worship it. Come on."

Not being able to hide his disgust, Timmy forced himself to lean forward. With his hands and feet cuffed, he had no other way but to obey Randall's instruction. The smell of Randall's cheap cologne, mixed with his sweat, quickly found a way to infiltrate Timmy’s nostrils. To Timmy, the smell reminded him of the locker room in his high school. His flaccid dick was swaying aimlessly as the body moved. "Ah!" Timmy groaned when he felt a strong hand take hold of his shaft. 'Damn! Randall is holding my dick. I don’t want him to crush my balls.' Bearing the fear, the youth began to sweep Randall's broad sweaty chest with his tongue. It certainly needed a lot of determination. 'Fuck! I'm licking Randall's sweaty chest. Oh disgusting! I can taste his sweat drops. They are salty. Ah! I may vomit.' Yet the fear that his balls might get crushed kept pushing him to do things that he thought he couldn't. Awkwardly, Timmy's tongue roamed the broad pectorals. As it picked up the sweat droplets, it also left trails of wet saliva across the bare chest.

"Yeah, Timmy. That's it. Lick my chest. Oh yeah, I love your tongue," Randall said, smiling lewdly. The hand that held Timmy's dick began to work, stroking the shaft up and down. At that moment, the dick was still in flaccid condition. But after a few stroking, it began to show signs of erection. "Yeah, get hard for me, Timmy. Let me see how long your cock is. Oh yeah." His eyes glistening, Randall was very excited to see that penis come to life. Without slowing down, his hand kept stroking the hardening shaft. To Randall's expectation, Timmy's dick grew until it reached full erection. With great awe, that older man whistled out his satisfaction. "Damn! It's quite big. You're a young stud, kiddo," he commented, tightening the grip around that throbbing shaft.

"Ugh!" Timmy gasped as his hardening dick was squeezed hard. The licking did not stop, though. Rather clumsily, he tried to get the whole chest wet with his saliva. Somehow, he got intimidated by the perfect shape of Randall's pectorals. Even though he had not got the chance to touch the chest yet, he knew how firm it was just by licking it. 'Fuck! Randall's body is full of muscles. I'm no match for him. If I do something foolish, he can easily knock me out.' But as he picked up more sweat, he slowly grew accustomed to its salty taste. Yet, the masculine smell of Randall's body was overwhelming. 'What is happening to me? I feel kind of dizzy. Randall's smell... it's very overpowering. I'm... oh...' Something definitely was screwing his mind, but he did not know what it was.

While one hand was milking Timmy's dick, the other one was roaming Timmy's back. Randall loved to run his hands over men's bodies to feel them, especially Timmy's. As an experienced gay man, Randall could read Timmy's mind like an open book, knowing what exactly was bugging the youth's mind. And he spoke, "It's the smell of my body, my sweat, and pheromone. It's naturally produced by the body for sexual attraction. If you are bewitched by my body scent, then I guess you're officially a queer." Turning his glance to Cliff, he spoke, "It seems that your son is gay after all." The remark of course fuelled Timmy's anger, but before that youth could vent it out, Randall had already grabbed his hair and threatened him. "Don’t you dare fight me or I'll crush your balls."

Realizing that he was outmatched, Timmy willy-nilly continued licking. His tongue was sweeping the previously untouched area of Randall's chest, including the nipples. Timmy indeed deliberately left the nipples out because he thought that he could never lick another man's nipples. Yet, Randall was glaring at him, threatening him with his eyes. "Ah!" Timmy groaned as his balls were squeezed. Tears were welling up in his eyes but he had to do what he was told to. Closing his eyes, Timmy made a lunge for Randall's left nipple. In order to do that, he had to bend his body down a little bit so that he could reach the nipple. His tongue then swept across the protruding part, wetting it. It felt weird because he could feel how hard the nipple was. 'Luckily Randall's chest is not hairy,' he thought, forcing himself to treat the nipple with utmost care. To his surprise, he could do it almost easily. And at then, Timmy opened his eyes, but all he saw was the close-up view of Randall's chest.

"Ah! Damn! It feels so damn good, Timmy," Randall moaned, carried away by the licking treatment. As the reward, he resumed stroking Timmy's half-erect dick. That dick had lost half of its erectness when Randall stopped stroking it. But as the stroking resumed, that dick regained its hardness. Blood was pumped back into the cock veins, hardening that fuck tool. Noticing that he could get Timmy's dick erect, he commented, "I love touching cocks, especially the one that belongs to a handsome youth like you." The other hand was placed on the back of Timmy's head, pushing it close to the chest. "Ah! Now suck my nipple. Come on, Timmy. Suck it." Possessively, he pushed Timmy's head against the chest mound. Thus, Timmy had no choice but to suck the nipple. "Yeah, that's it, boy. Suck my nipples. They are big and juicy. Yes! Suck it hard. Yeah! Timmy!"

When Randall pushed Timmy's face close to the chest, Timmy was out of breath. His nose was pressed against Randall's chest, only picking up the sweat scent. That was when Timmy began mouthing Randall's nipple. To his surprise, it was practically tasteless. Thus, the disgust that was welling up inside him slowly diminished. Yet, he still resented being forced to lick a man's nipples, which he thought was very degrading. "Ugh!" he gasped as Randall manhandled his dick too rudely. No one had ever touched his hard dick, and it was kind of embarrassing. But Timmy had to admit that Randall really knew all the sensitive spots on his cock. 'Fuck! How does he know that? Damn! If he keeps doing that, I may cum in his fist. Oh!'

"Yeah, suck his nipple, son. Oh, you've made me so horny," Cliff gasped, watching the sex scene a few feet away. Standing stark naked, Cliff fisted his dick with his right hand. The left hand was used to stimulate himself, by fingering the erect nipples. "Ah! I'm so horny. Damn! I never thought that it would be so hot to see a man molesting my teenage son. Yeah!" Roughly, Cliff was pressing his nipples, taking turn on each nipple. Having sensitive nipples, he really enjoyed it. Cliff's dick responded to the nipple treatment, throbbing incessantly. A drop of precum emerged from the slightly parted piss slit and hung down by the head. But Cliff quickly swiped it off, his fingers brushing the slippery knob. "Ah!" he gasped upon the touch. His dick head turned out to be as sensitive as his nipples, regardless the fact that Cliff had been circumcised since birth.

Randall voiced out his approval, responding to the nipple suction performed by Timmy. And he wanted that youth to do the same to the other nipple. Controlling Timmy by pulling at his hair, Randall moved Timmy's mouth to the unattended nipple. As soon as the mouth had enveloped the nipple, Randall could not help moaning at the pleasure that he received. "Oh yes! I love your mouth, your lips, ah! Suck my nipple, Timmy. Suck it hard. Oh yeah, suck the nipple." Lustfully, Randall jerked Timmy's dick with renewed vigor. His hand, possessively, milked that pulsating male member. "Your dick is getting hard, in my hand. I guess, you're enjoying it, huh?"

'Fuck! It can't be! I mustn’t enjoy it! Shit!' Timmy berated himself, hating himself for getting an erection. But his dick had a mind of its own and it obviously liked the way it was being treated. Without any shame, the youthful cock was throbbing in Randall's fist. Even precum had begun to leak out from its narrow slit. "Ugh!" Timmy moaned, noticing the subtle flow of his leaking precum. The secreted liquid was smeared around the glans penis by Randall's stroking hand, lubing the whole head. With his lips wrapped around Randall's nipple, Timmy could not escape the aura of manliness that exuded from the pectorals. When Randall pressed Timmy's head against the muscular chest, Timmy knew that he had been outmatched. As minutes went by, the youth grew accustomed to the nipple-sucking activity.

Yet, Randall wanted more than mere nipple-stimulation. Rudely, he pushed Timmy away. That youth almost fell down but Randall caught one of his shoulders. With a stern look, he said, "Now, suck my big dick." Before Timmy could resist him, Randall pushed that youth down onto the floor. "Down on your knees, boy." Timmy dropped onto his knees, his face wincing with pain. Grabbing Timmy's hair, that man steered the head towards his erect cock. "My cock is so hard for you. Can you see it, huh? Suck it. My cock needs your mouth." Forcefully, Randall pushed his dripping manhood against Timmy’s sealed mouth. "Open up, boy. Take my cock in," he ordered, yet he received no positive response as he wanted. "Damn you!" he cursed, reaching down for one of Timmy's nipples. Once his fingers found what they were looking for, they worked together to twist that sensitive nipple. As soon as it happened, a loud yowl echoed, coming from Timmy's gaping mouth. "Suck my dick!" Randall barked, shoving his fat thick cock into Timmy’s open mouth. Randall had to add another hard pinch on the nipple in order to force Timmy to open his mouth wider. "Ah yeah," Randall moaned as he planted his dick deep into Timmy's mouth. "If you dare bite my cock off, I will fucking kill you."

Timmy could not describe how he felt at that time. Various feelings invaded his mind at the same time, ranging from disgust to nausea. His eyes turned glassy as Randall's fuck tool entered his mouth. 'Fuck! I'm sucking a man's dick! This can't be happening! No!' Tears immediately broke out, flowing down his cheeks. They were the tears of humiliation and defeat. Kneeling on his knees with both hands and feet cuffed, Timmy could do nothing to save himself from the horrible molestation. As Randall's dick sank itself, Timmy was greeted by musky odor of Randall's pubic bush. 'Shit! It's the smell of Randall's crotch. Ah!' For several times, Timmy almost vomited out of disgust. Clumsily, he was sucking the dick like a hungry baby. The suction was quite sloppy, for Timmy's saliva escaped from his mouth. Occasionally, Timmy would cough on the dick because it was hard for him to adapt himself to that invading meat.

"Yeah, Timmy. Suck Randall's dick. Yeah, isn't it delicious?" Cliff murmured as he stepped closer to get a better view. In his hand, his dick was throbbing excitedly as it kept leaking its precum. Longingly, he stared at Randall's sweaty torso. 'Oh, how I long to grope his bare chest. I love to feel the firmness of his pecs. I want to squeeze his chest mounds. Those nipples... they are staring back at me like a pair of eyes.' Mesmerized by Randall's naked torso, Cliff approached that naked muscular man. Standing next to that strong man, Cliff offered his lips to be kissed. To his expectation, Randall took the offer. 'Randall is such a great kisser. Oh! I would love to surrender myself to that lustful man. No one can give me sexual pleasure as much as he can. Damn! My ass is itching for his big cock!' When their lips touched one another, Cliff wrapped one of his arms around Randall's naked torso. The other hand busily tended his own erection.

Timmy hardly noticed what happened for he was fighting the gagging reflex. Randall's dick was quite big to fit Timmy’s inexperienced mouth. Whenever the dick bored in, its head would slam Timmy’s glottal stop. 'Shit! I can't vomit. Damn!' The gagging also stimulated Timmy's tear glands, making his eyes watery. Coughing was inevitable as it was the throat's way to fight the invading manhood. 'Randall is fucking my mouth as if it had been a pussy. Shit!' To make things worse, Timmy's nose actively produced snot. Like water from a tap, the sticky snot flooded the nostrils before deciding to dangle from those nasal holes. 'I can't take it anymore. He's too rude! My eyes are teary, my nose is snotty, and I'm coughing. I just can't handle his dick.' Instinctively, he tried to back away but he could not for Randall took a firm hold of his head. 'Shit! He's holding my head. No! He forces me to take up his dick! But I'm gagging! No! Let me go!' In panic, Timmy struggled to free his mouth from the invading dick. Yet, the harder he struggled, the deeper the dick slid. 'Help! No! Help me!' Timmy thought, fearing that he would be choked to death. Randall's hard-on was jamming Timmy’s throat, cutting off the air supply. The youth could not stop coughing on the dick, still struggling to get free.

"Suck my dick, kiddo," Randall roared as he broke the kiss. Using both hands, he was maneuvering the youth's head. "Your mouth is so fuckable. Yeah! Take my big dick. I'm so close to cumming. Fuck! Oh yeah, let me feel your hot tongue swirl around the head." Not having ejaculated for almost a week, Randall had a huge reservoir of fresh cum in his big hanging balls. As Timmy was sucking the cock, the cum was churning inside. "Yeah! I want to flood your mouth with my manly juice, Timmy. Oh yeah! You have to taste my cum! Ah!" The signs of ejaculation began to take form, ranging from the increasing rate of heart beat to the increasing amount of leaking precum. As his dick kept releasing streamlet of precum, he could feel how enjoyable it was. "Fuck you! I'm fucking your mouth, Timmy. Oh yeah, you're gonna eat my cum!" Actively, that naked muscular man was moving his hips. His beefy thighs contracted as they worked together to shove the penis into Timmy's unwilling mouth. "Oh! I'm close!" Randall suddenly roared.

Timmy did not have any control over his own body. Being cuffed, he could only let Randall manhandle his body like a ragged doll. Tears and snot continued to stream down as the oral penetration continued. During the ordeal, Timmy learned how to relax his throat. It was certainly not easy but he grew accustomed to it. Randall's precum flooded Timmy's mouth, seeping into the taste buds. At then, the word 'disgust' simply had no meaning anymore to Timmy. Whether he liked it or not, he had to take it all. 'Randall's dick leaks out too much precum. Damn! I can hardly drink it all down.' That youth just knelt there and let Randall do the mouth-fucking. More precum was produced from Randall’s cock slit and it immediately filled Timmy’s taste buds. Its salty taste numbed Timmy's tongue, rendering it powerless to perceive other taste. Without Timmy's realizing it, he had developed a liking to tasting Randall’s precum. The more he licked, the more he felt compelled to get as much precum as he could. 'Actually, precum doesn't taste as horrible as I thought. It's quite weird, to be frank. I almost vomited when I first tasted that liquid. But now, I don't have any problem with its taste.' Yet, Timmy did not let his mind dwell on the thought too long.

Cliff was embracing Randall's naked body from behind possessively, as if he had been Randall's lover. His hands lustfully roamed the broad solid pectorals, kneading the flesh. "You turn me on so much, Randall. I can't wait to get fucked by your mighty cock." As he was hugging that strong man, he was rubbing his hard dick against Randall's ass cheeks. Cliff had to admit that sometimes he did wonder what it was like to fuck a man's ass. But after discovering the joy of being fucked, Cliff wanted nothing but being anally poked. "I want you, Randall. Oh, you're so sexy, so manly, and so virile. Ah! I want no one buy you to fuck my itchy asshole, Randall." By saying those things, Cliff certainly sounded like a male whore, yet he did not care. He wanted Randall's cock; that was all that he knew.

Yet, Randall was too busy with his own matter, not listening to what Cliff said. "Fuck, Timmy! Yeah! That's it, boy. Take my whole length into your mouth. Suck the head. Oh yes! I can feel your tongue caress my knob. Oh! Keep doing it. I'm fucking your mouth, Timmy! Yeah! I love it! Oh, make me cum, kiddo. Make your Uncle Randall cum!" Even though Randall was not Timmy's real uncle, he liked to address himself as uncle. "Fuck! Oh, Timmy! Make your uncle cum! Come on! Lick my dick head! Suck it harder, ah!" The pressure inside his balls increased, pushing out the churning cum. "Yeah! I'm so close, Timmy. I'm close!" Randall groaned, grasping the back of Timmy's hair. Orgasm was only a few seconds away, approaching like lightning. The muscles within Randall's body began to contract. As they contracted, their size grew larger and they became more solid. Droplets of sweat were formed on his bare skin. But as the body made slight movement, the sweat droplets would climb down the skin. Randall's broad chest glistened with sweat but Cliff's hands immediately wiped the chest clean. "Ah! Here I come!" Randal roared, his breath becoming erratic. "I'm cumming, Timmy!" he warned, almost shrieking.

Timmy indeed had learned to like precum, yet he had not prepared himself for cum. Upon knowing that he would get a torrent of fresh cock juice, Timmy shuddered at the thought. 'He would really cum in my mouth? Fuck! He can't do that! I've sucked his cock. I've licked his precum. What more does he want from me?' The thought of drinking a man's cum frightened him. Again, he tried to break free. But still, he failed to do that. 'No! He's gonna cum in my mouth! No, it's disgusting!' he thought, screaming in his head. He grew panic when Randall exerted more strength to fuck his mouth. Suddenly, Timmy lost control over his breathing rhythm and got choked. Coughing, he wished that Randall would let him go. 'Damn! I'm choked! And Randall is determined to spill his seeds in my mouth!' The inevitable thing finally took place as a big gob of cum shot out and hit the back of Timmy's throat.

"Yeah, baby! I'm cumming! Take it, Timmy! I'm cumming for you! Ah!" Randall squealed, pressing his fingers hard onto Timmy's scalp. Some of the fingers accidentally pulled at Timmy's hair. Randall continued to groan as he fucked Timmy's mouth mercilessly. The heavy hanging balls were slapping against Timmy's chin as the hips slammed Timmy's mouth. Randall's spewing cock was sliding in and out with increasing thrust. "Ah! Fuck! I'm cumming! Yes! Oh fuck! I cum! Ah!" Bigger sweat drops were rolling down his body. Some were splattered as Randall excitedly shoved his dick. "Ah!" Randall shrieked with much pleasure as Cliff was fingering the nipples from behind. The nipple treatment enhanced Randall's orgasmic experience, sending tingles down his spine. "Fuck! Oh! Fuck yeah!" Randal kept cursing as his balls emptied themselves.

Upon receiving the cum shot, Timmy froze. His mind stopped working for a second owing to the shock; he simply could not believe that it actually happened. The first gob of cum was hanging by the throat, slowly crawling down. When the second shot hit his throat, Timmy regained consciousness, finally realizing what happened. 'He's shooting his cum! Fuck!' Frantically, the youth tried to gulp down the cum. Owing to its rather-solid texture, the cum blocked the throat entrance. 'Yuck! I feel like eating watery jelly!' Timmy thought, his body shivering with disgust. Not to mention, the cum also spread bitterness across the taste buds. 'Is this how cum supposed to taste like? It's horrible! The smell is... I can't describe it. Shit! I can't spit it out!' The only way to relieve his throat was by gulping the cum down. Closing his eyes tight, Timmy forced himself to gulp each gob down the throat. Yet, before he could do that, more cum shots filled his mouth. 'I can't drink it all. It's too much. Randall's cum is choking me!' Just when he thought that he was about to pass out, the ordeal ended. Suddenly, Randal's dick was withdrawn.

"Don’t you dare spit it out," Randall threatened knowing exactly what Timmy would do. Staring him in the eye, that man watch the youth gulp the cock juice down. "Good boy," he added, patting Timmy's head. 'I love the way he drank my cum. I can see his Adam's apple bob up and down. It's just so sexy to watch.' Reaching down, he grabbed his flaccid penis. Orgasm had worn it down, robbing its erection away. A layer of cum was coating its head, smearing the shaft. The entire dick glistened with Timmy's saliva. "Yeah, you’re such a good cocksucker, Timmy. Your dad must be proud of you," he said with a teasing tone. Gripping his half-flaccid dick in his hand, Randall slapped it against Timmy's face.

Humiliated, the youth knelt there and took cock-slapping like a man. When Randall's dick hit Timmy's nose, Timmy's nostrils picked up the acrid smell of Randall's cum. At the same time, he was still dazed by the overwhelming cum taste. Timmy did not know whether he hated or liked the bitter taste of cum, his mind turning numb. Drops of cum were hanging down his mouth and chin. Apparently, he could not drink the cum down in time and some escaped his mouth. As he looked up, he saw how lustful his dad was towards Randall. 'My dad is a fag! He's practically all over Randall. Dad keeps saying how much he wants to get fucked by Randall. Shit! Dad's dick is very hard and throbbing. He really wants it.' There were too many things that his mind had to digest. In one night, he had to accept that his father whom he looked up to all those years was gay, and that Randall was about to fuck him.

Turning his head around, Randall planted a kiss on Cliff's lips. "I'm so horny. I took Viagra a few hours ago. And my cock is so fucking hard now. I need multiple sex sessions to quench my lust. I'm gonna fuck you both tonight." Lustfully, Randall embraced Cliff's body and ran his lips across Cliff's shoulder. As he was kissing Timmy's father, his hanging dick regained its erection. "You don’t know how lucky you are to have such a hot son. And I'm going to fuck his cherry ass tonight and you are going to watch me." His hand trailing down, Randall grasped Cliff's hard-on and gave it a few stroking. "Oh yeah, I can see how excited you are. Don’t worry, Bad Santa is here. And he's going to fuck your ass." Then Randall turned away, ignoring Cliff completely. "Timmy, now it's time for you to receive the gift of manhood."

Upon realizing what would befall him, Timmy tried to escape. Yet, his cuffed legs could not get him anywhere. As he struggled, he fell down. Wincing in pain, he was writhing on the cold floor. "No! Let me go, please. Don't fuck my ass. Uncle Randall, please," Timmy begged, his voice sounding very desperate. "I've licked your chest. I've sucked your cock. I've drunk your cum. Please, don't make me do this. Don't fuck my ass, Uncle Randall." Knowing that his pleas would be ignored, Timmy moved his body about frantically. Like a worm, he tried to crawl away but, to his dismay, he was stopped easily. "Ah!" he cried desperately as his body was pinned down by Randall's heavy foot. "Let me go, Uncle Randall. Please, have some mercy," he cried. "I'm not a faggot like my dad. Don't fuck my ass. I beg you."

"Save your strength, kiddo. Your fate is sealed. You belong to me," Randall commented, laying his body on top of Timmy's back. "You don’t know how long I've been waiting for this day. Maybe you don’t remember it but I was the Santa in the mall when you're five. That's how I met your dad and raped his straight ass. At that time, u sat on my hard cock. Lucky you, I'm not a pedophile. But I do have a strong urge to fuck young male adults, like you." As he was talking, he rubbed his hard-on back and forth across Timmy's buttocks. "Can you feel how hard my dick is for you, huh? Whenever I need sex marathon, Viagra never lets me down." And with that, he lustfully kissed Timmy's neck. Although the youth fought him, he could easily subdue him. "You’re' mine, body and soul. I won't let you go, not until I've fucked your ass and spilled all my seeds into your ass."

Knowing that there was no way out, Timmy began to scream for help. "Help! A man is trying to rape me! Help me!" But before he could scream for more, his mouth was gagged. To his horror, he saw that it was his father who did it. Feeling betrayed, he stared into his dad's eyes. But obviously, it had no effect on his dad. 'Why? Why did Dad do this to me? He's not my dad. He's like a mindless sex slave.' Timmy tried to yell at the top of his lungs but all he could produce was muffled groan which couldn’t be heard from outside. 'No! I don't want to get fucked! Help!' Even though he was pinned to the floor, he did not give up trying. Despite the weight that pinned him down, he exerted all his strength to squirm away. Yet, squirming was proven to be useless for Timmy's body was smaller compared to Randall's.

"You can't escape my hard dick, Timmy. I want you. You're mine now," Randall hissed, sniffing Timmy’s neck sensuously. While he was picking up the manly scent of Timmy's body, he drove his dick to the anal entrance. It would be easier if Randall had used his hand to maneuver the dick, yet he liked challenge. "Damn! You're so desirable, Timmy. I want to be the first man who breaks your cherry ass. Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you scream with pleasure. Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you and there's nothing that you can do to stop me." Moaning, he buried his nose in Timmy's hair. 'Mmm... I can smell the shampoo aroma mixed with sweat. It's so damn sexy,' Randall thought, running his hands on the sides of Timmy's naked body. "Oh, Timmy, make love to me. I need your body," Randall whispered, feeling the young muscles within Timmy's body.

Kneeling down, Cliff excitedly watched the perverted scene unfold before him. It reminded him of his first experience of man-to-man sex. 'The day when Randall raped me is the most beautiful day in my life. He showed me that there's much more pleasure that can be achieved by two men sexually. Oh, I miss having Randall's big cock in my ass. I want it,' he thought, his pulsating dick nodding. A long string of precum was hanging by the dick head. Casually, Cliff ran a finger across the slit, wiping it off. Looking down at his son, Cliff encouraged him to take it like a man. "Don’t be scared, son. It does hurt at first. But afterwards, you will never want it to stop. And you will cum, son. A lot!" Thinking of thick creamy cum shot out from his son's cock slit excited him more than he previously thought. Yet, to him, it was merely an innocent gay fantasy, not an incest one.

'No! This can't happen! It must be a nightmare. Shit!' Timmy thought, his muscles contracting frantically. Timmy's body was tingling all over when Randall's lips traveled along the shoulders. 'It's disgusting,' he thought, thinking about Randall's kissing his naked body. His hands cuffed to the back, Timmy's frontal part of his body was ground against the floor. His broad pectorals acted like a pillow, protecting his body from any discomfort caused by the pressure. Yet, his dick was unprotected, pressed between the weight of the body and the cold floor. "Ugh! Ugh!" Timmy made some muffled noises for his mouth was still gagged. It took some minutes for him to realize that the thing gagging him was his dad's underwear! 'Fuck! Dad gagged me with his briefs! Oh shit! I can taste his dry cum in my tongue. And also some piss stains.' Gradually, those briefs were wetted by Timmy's overflowing saliva. Feeling humiliated, Timmy could hardly hold back from weeping.

"Don't cry like a girl," Randall barked. "I haven't even fucked your ass yet," he added, his body squirming on top of Timmy's. Randall's dick rested comfortably in Timmy's ass crack, yet it had not been able to get a good angle in order to break Timmy's anal entrance. "Oh yeah, I can feel how tight your ass is. I think that my dick head just touched the puckered lips of your ass. It feels so warm and it begs me to fuck it. Oh!" Sensuously, he flicked out his tongue and gave Timmy's neck a tongue-bath. "Can you feel my cock, huh? It's knocking at your asshole. Oh yeah, I'm coming in, kiddo. Your ass is mine!" Determinedly, Randall began to push. His hips contracted as they guided the cock to break Timmy's cherry ass. "Oh! Open up for me. Don't fight it," he winced, not losing any determination. "I must fuck your ass. Oh! I must!" he said, gritting his teeth. Almost the entire muscles in his body flexed, exerting a lot of energy.

"Ugh!" Timmy yelped, his eyes bulging out. 'Shit! It's so painful!' Tears broke out uncontrollably, washing down his cheeks. Never in his life had he experienced such pain; it was very horrible. He could feel a thick blunt object push against his asshole, yet there was nothing that he could do to expel it. Instinctively, his asshole contracted, closing the fuck chute. 'Ah! Randall is too strong. He pushes against my sphincter. Oh shit!' Wincing, Timmy fought for his dignity as a male although he realized that his chance of winning was very slim. The asshole had indeed constricted, narrowing the anal orifice. Unfortunately, it was not narrow enough to prevent the penetration from happening. "Ugh!" Timmy yelled in defeat as Randall's fat dick head managed to push in. Gradually, Timmy's asshole was pushed inward. As it happened, the asshole was forced to open up. Around the ass lips were several strands of short curly hair. While the dick made its way in, its thick head accidentally pulled at the anal hair. "Ugh!" Timmy cried through the gag. The pain grew more unbearable as his asshole opened wide.

Cliff was transfixed by his son's anal ordeal. Far in his mind, he could hear his own scream 13 years ago when he received the same anal treatment from Randall's relentless penis. "Fuck his ass, Randall. Break my son's ass cherry ass. Oh yeah. Give him the same pleasure as you gave me 13 years ago. Fuck my son. Oh yes, fuck him." Kneeling not far from them, Cliff was entertaining himself by masturbating. His circumcised dick was throbbing in his hand, occasionally leaking a streamlet of cock snot. When he was horny, he had a strong urge to grope a man's body with which he would have sex. But Randall was still busy with his son, Cliff could only play with himself. "Oh, fuck my son, Randall. Yeah, he needs your cock. Show him how pleasurable it is to have sex with another man. Yeah, Randall. Ah!" Licking his upper lip, Cliff was turned on just by looking at Randall's attempt to fuck his son. Getting hornier, he increased the speed of his fist. "Oh yeah, I wish you could fuck me now, Randall. I want your cock," he whispered, staring intently at the male-to-male copulation before him.

"Ah!" Randall roared, noticing how tight Timmy's ass chute was. Never giving up, he kept shoving his knob in. When it comes to girth, the size of a cock head is indeed bigger than the girth of the shaft. Thus, during anal penetration, stuffing the cock head into an asshole is always the hardest part. "Fuck! Your ass is too tight. Oh shit!" Randall cursed, breathing hard. Ever since he had his first gay sex, he had fucked a number of cherry asses. Yet, never had he encountered an extremely tight ass like Timmy's. "Damn! Your ass is the tightest one ever. But I'm not giving up. I'm gonna pry it open with my big dick." The penetration would have been easier if Randall's dick hadn't been so large. "Ah!" he groaned, adding more strength. Sweat droplets were formed across his back, oozing out from his body pores. "Yeah! Open up your hole! Open it! Don't fight me, Timmy! You're mine and I'm gonna fuck you just like I fucked your daddy. Yes!" Although Timmy's ass kept constricting, Randall's fat dick head continued to drill in. "Take it! Oh fuck!" he growled.

"Oh!" Timmy cried, his eyes going teary. He had done his best to fight the invading dick. But at one point, he ran out of strength. The ass lips could no longer stop Randall's dick head from entering. All of a sudden, the asshole became loose and Randall's knob could lodge itself easily. At that precise moment, his stretched ass lips snapped back, choking the dick. As it happened, unbelievable pain shot through Timmy's spine, wrecking his whole body. "Ugh!" Timmy cried again, wishing that it would soon be over. 'Fuck! Randall's dick is inside me now. Oh, it's so painful. Ah! I would rather die than being fucked like this. It's painful! No! Oh!' Tears of pain streamed down his face without stopping. Timmy continued to produce muffled groan as his ass was being violated.

"Sweet ass! Oh! Finally, I'm in," Randall gasped, heaving heavily. It was such a triumph for him, especially because of the fact that he had been waiting for that moment for 13 years. "Timmy, I really like your ass. You're mine, all mine." And he kept pushing the rest of length in. Despite the tightness of that asshole, Randall's dick prevailed. Nothing could stop it from invading in. "Oh, it feels so damn good," he cooed, his eyes closing. Although Randall winced, he did not feel pain at all. What he felt was pure pleasure, unspeakable one. Slowly, his big fat dick wormed its way in, brushing against the tender walls of Timmy's rectum. "Ah! My cock fits in well, like a glove. It's damn good! Oh yeah!" At that very moment, Randall's dick throbbed, leaking out some precum. "Ah!" he gasped, noticing that a streamlet of liquid just left his narrow piss slit. The sensation felt so good that it almost resembled mini orgasm. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna enjoy this."

Unfortunately, Timmy had not felt the same enjoyment, yet. To him, all he felt was excruciating pain. 'No! My ass! That bastard is fucking my ass!' he cried in his mind. Timmy's entire body jolted with much pain, looking as if it had been electrocuted. 'Ah! Let me go! Pull it out! Ah!' he cried again. Unfortunately, he could only say those things in his minds. Speaking was out of the question with his gagged mouth. 'Ah! No! Damn! It hurts!' Tears streaming down his face, Timmy tried hard to bear the ordeal. 'Fuck! Why gay men like to fuck asshole? And why the hell does any man want to get fucked at the ass? Oh! It's certainly not enjoyable at all! This is too painful, ah!' Desperately, he gave a pleading look at his father, hoping that his dad would help him. But to his dismay, he did not see his father do anything to help him. 'Damn! Daddy does nothing but milking his own cock. Fuck! Does he get sexually excited seeing me getting raped by his own buddy? Ah!' At that point, Timmy no longer knew how he felt. Anger, fear, pain, hatred; they all merged into one.

"Oh yeah! What a nice ass you have, Timmy! Oh yes!" Randall moaned, gaining rhythm. Without much difficulty, Randall's manhood was moving in and out, stretching the ass lips. "Ah! I can’t believe how tight your ass is. Yes, I love it! Oh, Timmy." The absence of proper lubrication made the penetration became harder and more painful. Although Randall's dick had not stopped leaking its slimy pre-ejaculate, it failed to produce the right amount of natural lubrication to lubricate Timmy's tender asshole. Yet, whether there was lube or not, Randall wouldn’t stop violating Timmy's tight ass. "Fuck! I love raping virgin male teenager. Oh! What a tight ass! Yeah, feel my big dick stir your insides. Ah, Timmy! You make me so satisfied." The sweat that had been clinging onto his body dropped onto Timmy’s back. Most of the sweat droplets accumulated themselves around Randall's broad muscular chest. Using both hands to support his upper body, Randall was driving his raging fuck tool in and out without pausing. In a glance, he seemed as if he was doing some push-up. "Great ass! Oh! I'm fucking you. You're a homo now, a faggot, just like your dad!"

'No! I'm not a homo!' Timmy cried in his heart, still wincing. 'I'm straight. I don’t like to get fucked by a man. No! Why does it happen to me?' At one point, Timmy's eyes got blurry owing to the tears that kept wetting his eyes. His tears flowed down uncontrollably and reached his lips. As the liquid touched the fabric gagging the mouth, it was absorbed. 'Ah! My ass! Oh! I'm being raped! No!' The pain that he felt came from the stretched asshole. The tender anal lips were not used stretching, thus the delicate surface was easily chaffed. No blood came out, but the chaffed skin gave off burning sensation every time it made contact with Randall's sliding pole. 'Stop it, please. Stop,' he cried, wishing that he hadn't been gagged. 'It feels as if someone is injecting my ass with a large needle! I think my ass has been ripped apart coz it's so painful. Ah!'

Cliff was drooling, watching the anal pain that wracked his son's body. To him, anal pain that occurred during copulation was very erotic. 'Pain in the ass feels so good. It makes me realize that a man is fucking me. Ass-fuck without pain is hardly a fuck at all.' His hand did not stop stroking the entire length of his hardening manhood, never getting tired. "Yeah! Fuck his ass, Randall. My son needs a good fucking. Turn him into a faggot who will worship your body and cock. Ah!" Lust had taken over Cliff's mind at that time, slurring out things that he never said in normal condition. Precum was flowing down his fuck tool, gluing his fist. Cliff could hardly get a firm grip over his throbbing male member because the precum made it slippery. "Yes! I'm so horny. Oh yeah!" Still stroking, Cliff crawled over to his son. Caressing Timmy's face with the other hand, Cliff then said, "Don’t fight it, Timmy. Let Randall give you the pleasure. Don't reject the joy of man-to-man sex. You're my son. I'm a faggot, so are you. It's in your gene."

If Timmy hadn't been gagged, he would not have hesitated to yell "Fuck you!" at his daddy. 'What the fuck did Dad say? He wants me to enjoy the rape?' Being a heterosexual, he found the idea nauseating. And he still could not understand how a man would obtain pleasure from being fucked because to him it was damned painful. Amid the endless agony that he experienced, a different sensation began to set in. 'Damn! What is happening? My ass, ah! It's still painful but the more that dick fucks me, the itchier my asshole becomes. Fuck! It's as if my ass wants it!' At then, his mind was reeling, not being able to accept the fact that his body started to adapt to the penetration. As minutes went by, his body grew more relax. The stretched asshole gradually expanded itself to fit the dick in, thus pain began to diminish.

Randall could tell that Timmy's body had adapted to the anal rape. 'Timmy has relaxed his body. I don’t feel any tensing muscles anymore. And I can also feel that his ass has stopped rejecting me. Now I can slide my pole in and out more easily.' It took much energy to loosen up Timmy's hole, not to mention time. "Ah!" Randall groaned with great relish as he enjoyed the sex. Yet, after fucking for some time, Randall needed to change his position to avoid boredom. Different sex styles were needed although the sex itself was great. That muscular man laid his body on Timmy's back, yet Timmy's cuffed hands got in the way. "Fuck!" he cursed, stopping for a while. Without telling Timmy, Randall suddenly pulled his hard-on out. As the dick left the ass, Timmy's asshole made an attempt to keep the dick inside. Yet, that fuck tool kept sliding out until it popped out of the hole. Randall sighed as he got up to retrieve the key, leaving Timmy temporarily.

Bewildered, Timmy lay motionlessly on the floor, thinking that perhaps his ordeal had ended. When Randall was back with key in his hand, Timmy's hope rose. As his handcuffs were unlocked, Timmy was grateful to be able to move his hands again. But before that youth could get up, suddenly he was pinned down to the floor for the second time. Feeling angry, he tried to scream but no sound came out. Only muffled groans were heard, echoing around the room. 'Fuck! It's not over yet?' With his free hands, Timmy tried to throw Randall off his body but it was not a simple task. Randall was far stronger than he was. For several minutes, Timmy was thrashing on the floor, pinned under the weight of Randall's body. Even though he knew that it might have been useless, he kept struggling until he was finally exhausted. When he had no more strength in him, he lay there without moving, just like a broken toy. At then, he realized that it was exactly what Randall wanted him to do: to tire himself out. To his surprise, suddenly he was no longer gagged. Rudely, Randall pulled the briefs out of Timmy's mouth. The briefs were covered heavily in drool, giving off the strong smell of saliva.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck your ass, again," he said, dropping the wet briefs onto the floor. Pressing Timmy's body with his body, Randall aimed his penis at Timmy's battered hole. "Ah," he moaned as the tip of his leaking penis made contact with Timmy's swollen asshole. "Your ass is loose now. I can fuck you so easily," he whispered, occasionally licking the neck. "Do you miss my dick, Timmy? Do you want it? Oh yeah, I know you do. You don’t have to say it. I can feel it in your body. Every time I brush my dick head against your twitching asshole, your body shudders." Randall squirmed, repositioning his dick. "My dick is throbbing for your ass. Oh! I want so much to dump my cum in you, just like when I raped your father." Slick with precum, Randall's glans penis was swept over Timmy's fuck hole. It should have been very easy to re-insert that phallus into Timmy's waiting hole, but Randall wanted to take his time to tease Timmy.

"Oh, don't. Don’t fuck me anymore. Please, my ass hurts," Timmy begged, almost crying. His asshole had been badly injured, its surface chaffing. As Randall's dick touched it, Timmy's body would tense out of pain. Responding to the stimulation, Timmy's brain immediately replayed the memory when Randall's dick ignorantly broke the anal defense. "No! Don’t!" the youth pleaded, shivering at the thought of re-experiencing that horror. But before he could say another sentence, he groaned loudly at the sudden sharp pain around his anal hole. "Oh! You're fucking me again!" he cried desperately, tears breaking out of his eyes. Upon receiving the first wave of pain, instinctively he wanted to break free. Yet, as he moved his limbs, he realized that he had no more energy. Every fiber of his muscles ached with soreness, stiffening. "Ah!" Timmy yelled again, feeling the dick force its way in again. But Timmy made no attempt to resist it for he had tried it before and he failed. He thought that no matter what he did, he wouldn't be able to stop the penetration. Thus, he braced himself and tried to be a man. "Oh! My ass," he moaned, clawing at the floor.

"Yes! Take it, Timmy. Take my cock up your ass!" Randall cooed, sinking the entire dick in. Even though the sphincter had been loosened, it still had the strength to grip Randall's dick. "Yeah! It feels so good. Your ass is gripping my shaft." In order to achieve the deepest penetration, that muscular man shoved his dick as deep as it could reach. "Ah!" Randall gasped as his broad solid chest pressed against Timmy's damn back. He just loved to rub his nipples against other man's naked body. 'Timmy has an impressive back for a guy of his age. He's only 18. And he's damn sexy.' Lying on top of Timmy's back, Randall embraced the youth's body. "I want you, Timmy. I want to give you pleasure. Take my cock. Ah!" The muscles flexing, Randall's hips worked endlessly to pump the dick into Timmy's ass.

"Ah! My ass! Ah! It hurts! Ah!" Timmy groaned, biting his lower lip. Noisy groans were inevitable since he could not distract himself from the pain. The anal pain was even far worse than the first one, since his ass lips had already chaffed. The chaffed skin easily got irritated as Randall's dick passed through again and again. "Oh!" Timmy growled, lying on the floor. At that point, he began to accept his fate for he had abandoned any hope to ever escape. But as soon as he did it, something pleasurable came over his body. 'What am I feeling now? Pleasure? No way!' But it was indeed pleasure, the one coming from his stimulated asshole. As Timmy began to relax his sphincter, pain diminished. The constant rubbing between the dick and the anal wall produced unspeakable sensation. "No! I don't want this pleasure. No!" he groaned, feeling totally defeated. To his horror, another unexpected thing occurred. His manhood grew erect against his wish! "No!" he cried, getting embarrassed. "I'm not a faggot! I'm not! No!"

"Yes, you are," Randall replied in a mocking tone. "You're a faggot. Just like your daddy. And you both long to get fucked by my mighty fuck rod." Embracing Timmy's body, Randall continued to seduce him with kisses and groping. "I want you. Oh, I want you so much," he whispered seductively. His dick, without stopping, was plowing Timmy's ass. There was hardly any space left inside the fuck canal. Randall's dick fit perfectly, squirming comfortably inside that tight warm hole. "Ah, take my cock. I'm fucking you as hard as I can. I'm breeding you, Timmy, with my manly seed. Oh yeah!" With heaving breath, Randall pumped Timmy's ass without any mercy. The dick went in and out, almost without any difficulty. Its shaft glistened, covered in a mixture of precum and ass juice. "Ah! Yes! Oh, fuck!" he groaned, his body tensing.

"Damn! I'm so horny," Cliff whispered, staring intently at Randall's body. It was such a beautiful sight to him, to see Randall's muscular back flex almost constantly. 'He's so manly. I need to get fucked. I want Randall's dick in me. I want him to breed me. Ah!' Reaching out a hand, he touched Randall's sweaty back. He could feel the muscles contract under his touch. At the same time, Randall's body busily made humping movement, rocking up and down. Almost drooling, Cliff ran his hand across Randall's broad back. His fingers longed to feel every flexing muscle there. At the same time, his other hand was still jacking his rod. "Randall, oh. I love your body. Yeah!"

Gritting his teeth, Timmy tried hard to fight the strange pleasure which was radiating inside his rectum. Yet, he was powerless to reject it. "What's this? It starts to feel good. Ah!" Actually, the pain was still there, yet it was beaten by the sudden rush of orgasmic-like pleasure. As it happened, Timmy's body shuddered uncontrollably. His dick responded to it by throbbing hard. "Ah! I'm having a hard-on. No way," he groaned, desperately trying to control the erection. But it was useless, the dick continued to maintain its rigidness. 'It's hard for me to breathe. Oh! Randall is fucking me too hard. Oh!' The fierce fucking had rocked Timmy's body back and forth. But his body did not move forward for it had been pinned down by the weight of Randall's body. "Oh!" he groaned again, when orgasmic wavelet washed down his body. That time, he could not say no.

"That’s it, Timmy. Surrender yourself to me. Your body belongs to me. You are mine to fuck," he said, gasping occasionally. Inside the ass, Randall's dick was pulsating like a living being. It never stopped drooling, filling Timmy's ass with sticky strings of precum. "Ah! I can feel my precum fill your ass," he cooed, squirming delightfully. Each time the precum was pumped out, Randall could sense it. "Fuck! You make me feel so horny. I want you!" The secreted precum was rubbed against Timmy's rectal walls, lubing the path. Randall's thick shaft rubbed itself against the slick liquid. Mixed with Timmy's ass juice, the precum turned frothy. "Yes! I can fuck you till the sun comes up. Ah!"

"Fuck! It's too hot. Ah!" Cliff groaned, desperately stroking his dick. The more he stroked himself, the hornier he became. His dick was leaking as if it would never stop. Drops of precum dripped onto the floor, creating pools of clear liquid. Squatting over to his son, Cliff brought the dick close to Timmy's face. Yet, he issued no command. He just squatted there, displaying his lewd erection before his son's eyes. "Son, your daddy is so horny. Your daddy needs to cum. Ah!" Instead of asking for his son's help, Cliff chose to milk himself. The leaking dick in his hand leaked out more precum, lubing the fist. It got harder for him to grip his erection because precum made it slippery. But it did not stop him from masturbating. His fist was pumping the fuck rod as if there had been no tomorrow. "Look at your dad's cock, Timmy. Watch it closely. Daddy's gonna cum. Ah!"

Timmy's world was spinning as more pleasure invaded his ass. From there, the pleasure spread through his entire body. The muscles within his arms were flexing and relaxing in turns. Timmy could not deny the horniness that he felt. As lust took over, he succumbed to it. "Oh, it feels so good. Ah!" The pain had turned into ecstasy, the one which he had never experienced. Instead of getting hurt, Timmy's ass grew itchy. The only thing that could quench the itch was Randall's thick cock. "My ass is itchy. Fuck me more, Uncle," he said, addressing Randall as uncle. "Fuck my ass. Oh!" Deep down, he was shocked to hear those words come out of his very mouth. But the anal penetration had indeed turned enjoyable and he did not want to reject it anymore. "Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, Uncle. Fuck me. Ah!"

"Yeah! You turn me on, Timmy," Randall barked, increasing his fucking rhythm. His hips were moving faster, up and down. Randall's dick was having so much fun inside that tight tunnel, enjoying the friction between its sensitive head and Timmy's rectum. Its exposed dick head looked very slimy, throbbing constantly in short interval. "Ah! I want your ass," he growled, fucking harder. The dick stabbed in, going deeper with each penetration. Timmy's willing ass opened itself up, letting Randall's prick to slide in deeper. "Ugh! I love your ass. Oh yeah! I want to fuck you!" Randall groaned, desperately pushing the entire length in. Yet, there was no more length left. The entire dick had entered Timmy's warm clutching asshole. "Fuck!" he cursed, wishing that he could reach the deeper part within Timmy's insides. His dick head had not touched anything yet, throbbing freely. "Damn, kiddo. Where's your fucking prostate?" Randall inquired, wincing. In order to find Timmy's G-spot, Randall had to rotate his dick. To do that, he simply moved his hips about. As the hips moved, so did his dick. Although the rectum was quite tight, having no more space, Randall's dick head could still be maneuvered to hit the nearest rectal walls.

"Ah!" Timmy groaned, his face contorting. When the dick in his ass was rotated, Timmy received great amount of pleasure. "Ah! Move your dick inside me. Move it around. Oh yeah!" he groaned, fisting his hands. Apparently, Randall's knob stimulated the nerves around Timmy's rectum. As that dick was being maneuvered in a rotation, it brushed some previously untouchable areas. "Fuck! Oh!" Timmy gasped, biting his lower lip. "Don’t stop. It feels good, ah!" Timmy groaned, surrendering his body to Randall's dick. At that point, he no longer cared what Randall would do to him. He just wanted the pleasure to last forever. "Ah! It feels so damn good! Yes! Oh!" he moaned, staring helplessly at his dad. Cliff's dick towered before Timmy's eyes, being only inches away. From where he lay, he could smell the strong smell of his dad's precum. 'Fuck! This is the first time ever I can see Dad's dick. Not only see it, I can even smell it. Oh, Dad indeed has a big dick,' Timmy thought, staring intently at Cliff's leaking dick. Timmy of course realized that he was having homosexual thought, but he did not care. Coming from no where, Timmy remembered the taste of Randall's precum and his cum. Without realizing it, Timmy longed to re-experience it. 'I wonder if Dad's dick tastes the same as Randall's. If Dad demands me to suck his dick, I won't refuse,' he thought, waiting with great expectation. "Ah!" Timmy groaned again, as Randall's dick stimulated his bowels.

"Did I get it, huh?" Randall asked. "Is this your prostate, boy?" Deliberately, Randall maneuvered his dick to hit the spot which he suspected as Timmy's prostate. And as soon as he did it, he was rewarded with a louder groan coming out from the youth's quivering lips. "Yeah! That's your prostate. I've found it," he concluded, after analyzing what he heard. Knowing where Timmy's G-spot was located, he began fiercely invaded that spot. Exerting much strength, he aimed his penetration at Timmy's prostate. "Take it, kiddo. I'm fucking your ass. Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! I'm fucking you!" Sweat drops ran down his face and body, soaking him up. The excessive sweat also covered Timmy's body. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Randall chanted, driving his dick in and out mercilessly.

"Ah! Oh!" Timmy cried, writhing under Randall's body weight. That youth kept wriggling because he could not control his body movement. It happened involuntarily as if his body had mind of its own. "Ah!" Timmy growled, his upper arms flexing. As Timmy finned like a fish out of water, he accidentally stimulated his dick which was squeezed between the cold floor and his abdomen. "Yeah! Oh! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Plow my ass. Yes! Plow it. Fuck me!" Timmy's dick, too, did not stop secreting streamlets of pre-ejaculate fluid. As soon as the fluid came out, it stayed on the floor, serving as lubricant that would protected Timmy's exposed dick head from the friction against the floor. "My cock is hard! Oh! I need to cum," he said, his voice turning hoarse. The erection was easily noticed as Timmy could feel it press against his stomach. "Fuck my ass. Ah! Fuck me. Make me cum," he encouraged Randall, allowing his body to rock back and forth on the floor. At then, the floor was quite slick, covered with precum and sweat.

"It's too horny," Cliff groaned, still jacking himself in front of Timmy's face. "It's so horny to hear you say such things, son," he added, clearly aroused by what he just heard. "Ah! I can cum now. Oh!" Kneeling before his son, Cliff was milking his own dick in furious pace. His fist was going up and down so fast that it turned blurry to the eyes. "Ah! Timmy, watch you dad's cock cum before you. Yeah!" Sweat was flowing down Cliff's body, drenching it. Even Cliff's hair was wetted, as well. While one hand busily stroked the drooling dick, the other one groped the chest mounds. Cliff loved to have his chest mounds squeezed as he raced to the climax. "Oh yeah! I'm so fucking horny." Being stroked too much, the leaking precum turned frothy around the shaft. Not being able to get a good grip, Cliff increased the strength of the grip. Thus, he gave more stimulation to the cock. "Ah! Son, Dad is gonna cum! Oh!" Cliff groaned, his entire body tensing. His hand kept stroking the hard meat, not showing any sign that it would slow down. "Ah!" Cliff groaned, his face contorting. The muscles around his arms were flexing, nearly getting to the point of soreness. The faster he stroked, the harder his body shuddered.

Still enjoying the anal sex that he received, Timmy could not take his eyes off his daddy's leaking dick. The youth really wanted to see his dad's dick squirt. "Ah!" Timmy groaned, receiving a hard deep thrust from Randall's raging cock. Clawing at the floor, he fixed his eyes to Cliff's ready-to-cum dick. It was not easy to resist the temptation but finally Timmy gave up. Reaching out one hand, he touched his dad's slimy dick head. The dick, of course, kept on throbbing owing to the harsh stroking. Yet, Timmy could clearly feel how slimy his dad's precum was. 'It feels just like my own precum,' he thought, gently rubbing the shiny glans penis. His fingers could actually slide on the slippery surface. A completely new sensation swept through his body as he derived pleasure from touching his dad's prick head. Timmy's body shivered involuntarily out of unfamiliar pleasure. At then, turning to a homosexual was the last thing that he was concerned with. "Oh!" Timmy groaned again as Randall's dick bored deep into him. The youth's body was rocking back and forth, being pressed hard against the floor.

Cliff had never jacked off with someone’s hand touching his dick. It was a totally new experience. 'I thought I had experienced it all. But this one is very pleasurable. Oh!' His excitement grew because the one who touched it was his own son. To Cliff, it was not an incest pleasure. "Touch my dick, Timmy. Oh! I'm very horny. Ah! I'm so excited. Oh, Timmy. Touch it. Ah!" The dick responded to the touch, secreting more precum. But the inevitable thing finally took place. Cliff could sense that cum was churning in his balls. The man cream immediately traveled up the urethra, heading for the slit. "Son, I'm close. I'm cumming!" he suddenly yelled. And it happened so fast that Cliff did not have time to think what to do. His hand was still stroking his hardening meat when all of a sudden a gob of gooey cum shot out. "Ah, shit!" he groaned, thrusting his dick forward. "I'm cumming, son!" he cried out, his entire body shuddering.

"What the fuck..." Timmy was very surprised when a big glob of cum flew out of his father’s dick slit. It was unexpected, not to mention surprising. He was not prepared for that, not being able to prevent himself from getting sprayed. His dad's cock juice hit Timmy's face, landing on his face. Droplets of cum splattered everywhere as it happened. The gooey liquid crawled down the nose very slowly, emanating strong aroma of chlorine. Yet, almost at the same time, another gooey mess hit Timmy's face. This time, it landed on Timmy's right cheek. The tiny droplets of cum splattered into his eyes, giving off stinging sensation. More cum shots followed, although they grew weaker. During his dad's ejaculation, Timmy kept touching the dick head. "Yeah, let your dick shoot, Dad. Oh yeah. Just shoot it," he whispered, his voice wavering. The sound of his dad's orgasmic groans was quite erotic. Timmy's horniness was raised as he listened to his dad's lewd curses.

"Fuck yeah! I'm cumming, son! Oh! It feels fucking great! Fuck yeah! Shit! I'm cumming! My cock spurts cum. Ah!" Cliff almost fell down to the side as he lost control over his body. Orgasm just took it over, muscles tensing beyond their capabilities. Cliff continued to groan "I'm cumming" for as long as his orgasm lasted. His milking hand did not slow down its stroking speed. In fact, it was trying to milk out every last drop of cum from the shaft. Sweat poured down his body out of both heat and passion. "Yeah! Oh!" he growled, milking his dick furiously. After a few seconds, the strong cum shots were reduced to cum drops. The gooey liquid pooled up around the fingers forming the fist. As it overflowed, it flowed down the fist. "Ah," Cliff moaned, shaking his dick. "Yeah, it was great," he whispered, feeling so weak all of a sudden. Cliff's sweaty chest was heaving up and down. Although the ejaculation was over, new beads of sweat were still produced. Weakly, Cliff sat down on the floor, spreading his legs apart. The hard dick gradually shrank back to its flaccid state, losing its erection.

Timmy's face was covered in thick gooey man cream. The acrid smell of cum permeated the air around his nostrils. As he breathed, he could only smell his dad's cum. "Oh! My ass! Yeah, do me. Fuck it. Fuck my ass. Harder. Oh!" he groaned, wincing. His naked sweaty body was rocking back and forth, owing to the vicious fucking. Timmy's head was swaying, causing the cum on his face to crawl down faster. "Ah! Yeah! Fuck me! Oh! Give it to me. Plow my ass. Ah!" Gradually, Cliff’s cum flowed down and reached Timmy's upper lip. Without thinking about right or wrong, the youth stuck out his tongue and lapped the cream up. 'It tastes like Randall's cum, but Dad's is rather bitter,' he analyzed after tasting it. Timmy continued to lick all the cum that he could collect, despite its bitter taste.

"Fuck! Oh yeah! I think I'm close, too," Randall groaned, maintaining his fucking rhythm. After plowing Timmy's ass for almost 15 minutes, ejaculation was inevitable. As a man who enjoyed fucking, he waited for the ejaculation impatiently. "I've gotta cum. Oh! My cock is aching. Ah!" The aphrodisiac pill that he just took certainly had done its job very well. Randall's dick could not go soft, not even after ejaculating its seeds. "Ah! Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed, jabbing his dick in and out fiercely. "I've gotta cum. I must cum," he slurred, talking aimlessly. "Timmy! Oh yeah, take my cum!" he growled, slamming his dick in. The thrust grew in intensity and strength. Slapping noises began to echo as Randall's frontal thighs kept slapping Timmy's back thighs. Sweat, coming from Randall and Timmy's bodies, was interchanged and rubbed over their naked bodies. "Oh! I'm so fucking close. Yeah!" Randall grunted, channeling all energy towards his hips. The dick seemed ready for the final release, although it just shot out its loads minutes ago.

"Ah!" Timmy groaned, noticing the increased strength of Randall's penetration. "Fuck me! Oh! Give me all of it. Rape me!" Timmy growled, sounding like a slut. Timmy's erect dick continued to receive accidental stimulation. The youth did not even have to stroke his dick because Randall's fierce penetration had done it all for him. Each time Randall's dick made its penetration, it would indirectly rock Timmy's body in constant movement. The rubbing between his erect dick and the floor felt really good. There was no discomfort at all, not even the slightest one, for the leaking precum had lubed the dick very well. "Yeah! Oh!" Timmy groaned, heaving desperately. Deep in his mind, his conscience did ask why he enjoyed the anal rape all of a sudden. Yet, Timmy just wanted to shoot first and thought about it later. "Fuck me! Oh! Uncle Randall! Fuck my ass. Oh!"

"I’m not your uncle Randall," he heaved, his chest expanding. "I’m your Bad Santa," he added, his breath being heavy and deep. "Bad Santa likes to fuck naughty kids' ass. Someone like you," he added, biting Timmy's neck gently. But since the neck was flooded with sweat, Randall could taste the salty drops of the sweat. Apparently, he was not bothered at all for he thirstily lapped up the sweat droplets. "Yeah, bad santa loves to fuck bad boys. Ah! Fuck!" Randall deliberately used the term 'boy' to show the fact that Timmy's fate was in his control. Despite the term that he used, Randall certainly was not a pedophile. "Ah! Bad boy like you needs to be punished. And Santa is going to cream your ass," he said, almost whispering.

Timmy was carried away by Randall's lewd talk and decided to play along. "Ah yeah, fuck my ass, Bad Santa. I'm your bad boy. Ah!" Wincing, he tried to apply more pressure on his own dick. Timmy squirmed and, as he did so, he pressed his dick hard on the floor. When Randall's dick delivered its deep thrust, it provided indirect stimulation for Timmy's dick. Yet, Timmy's dick was being over-stimulated, leaking almost constantly. The youth was groaning, sounding as if he had been in pain. "Fuck! Fuck my ass, Santa. Fuck me! Ah!" Tension grew in his balls, creating commotion in there. The climax was near and Timmy knew it. "I'm gonna cum, Santa. Oh! I can't hold it anymore." Holding himself back from ejaculation was the last thing on Timmy's mind. He simply wanted to shoot out his seeds, as much as he could, for he was aroused beyond words. "Oh!" he yelped, noticing that his prostate was being hit. As soon as it happened, orgasmic-like wave swept through his body. The athletic youth was groaning desperately, surrendering himself totally to the pleasure. All of a sudden, his entire body jolted uncontrollably. And with a long howl of "Oh!" Timmy finally reached the point of no return.

"Fuck!" Randall cursed, noticing Timmy's sudden orgasm. "I'm not ready yet to cum. Shit!" he growled. "I still wanted to fuck your ass some more... ah! Before I cum.... Oh shit!" The muscles within his crotch contracted as hard as they could to prevent the unwanted ejaculation from happening. Randall winced as he fought not to cum but Timmy's ass constricted the dick. And as Timmy was having his orgasm, his ass was twitching thus it was masturbating Randall's dick indirectly. "Ah! I'm cumming!" Randall groaned, finally giving up. As he relaxed the muscles around the crotch area, a torrent of cum forced its way out. The thick goo traveled fast along the urethra. In a flash, the goo had reached Randall's cock slit. "Fuck! Here I cum!" Randall cried, shoving his ejaculating cock as deep as he could. The dick slid in and released its seeds inside Timmy's waiting hole. "Yes! Ah! I'm cumming! Oh!" Randall growled, grunting loudly. His nostrils snorted like a mad bull's. Warm gooey load splattered Timmy's rectal wall. It left such a mess in there. "Fuck! Oh shit!" Randall groaned again. The second load shot out and hit the same spot. Gooey man juice soon flooded Timmy's ass, filling up the narrow space inside the fuck canal. Randall kept fucking Timmy's ass, without stopping. Several streamlet of cum broke out from Timmy's swollen hole, flowing down. "Fuck you! Oh! Yes!"

Timmy had not finished blown out all his loads yet. The youth lost control over his body as orgasm set in. His athletic muscles flexed when Timmy ejaculated without pausing. "Yes! Fuck my ass, Santa! I'm cumming for you! Oh! Fuck!" he growled, squirming under Randall's weight. Breathing became a hard thing to do for Timmy's chest was pressed hard against the floor. Gasping for air, Timmy lost count as to how many times he had squirted. 'Many times. My cock has spurted for too many times. Ah! But it feels so damn good! Oh! I want to get fucked again and again. I want to be Randall's sex slave so that I can get fucked every day.' Timmy's dick head was aching from the ejaculation. It had fired several strong shots. Cum flooded the floor, smearing Timmy's stomach. "Ah! Yeah! Ah!" Timmy gasped before everything turned dark. And that was the last thing that he remembered.

*****

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, Randall. Use me. I'm your slut. Oh! Don't stop fucking me."

Someone’s voice pierced through Timmy's mind. It sounded very familiar but he had no idea whose voice it was. Timmy tried to move his body but he felt very weak. It took him several minutes to regain his strength. As soon as he was able to open his eyelids, he scanned his surroundings. 'It's still dark so I guess that the sun hasn't come out yet. And I'm lying on the floor. And it seems that I'm still in my house.' When he moved his body, he realized that he was covered in dry cum. 'I smell of sex. The smell of cum is so strong in this room. Oh, my body is aching.' As the legs moved, they stretched the swollen asshole. 'My asshole... ah! It's quite sore.' The cum which previously seeped out from his battered hole had dried up. "Ah!" he gasped, trying to sit. Not far from him, he saw his dad and Randall have sex. 'It was dad's voice that I heard earlier. Oh my... I never saw dad like this. He's like a slut, begging Randall to fuck him more.' But when Timmy remembered his own orgasm, he blushed. 'I have to admit, being fucked by Randall is the best thing that ever happened in my life. And I want to relive it over and over.'

"Yeah, I'm fucking your ass, Cliff. I’m fucking you so hard that you will shoot your cum in seconds. Ah!" Randall groaned, fucking Cliff's ass rigorously. Cliff was on the floor, in doggy position. Kneeling on the floor, Randall was fucking him from behind. From the look of his face, it seemed that he still had the energy to fuck till morning came. "Ah! I want to fuck you both. Dad and son. Oh! I love your tight asses," he added, throwing his head back. Amid his fucking frenzy, he saw Timmy sit up. Still heaving for breath, Randall turned to Timmy and said, "Hey, you're up. I'm fucking your dad's ass. He has a great ass, just like yours. Oh! Come here, kiddo. Line up if you want to get fucked afterwards."

Without being asked for the second time, Timmy crawled up to the fucking couple, walking on fours like a baby. Gradually, his hanging dick grew hard as he witnessed the lewd scene before him. Timmy finally knew what he wanted exactly for Christmas. And he also knew that Bad Santa would be more than glad to give it.

END

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