The Boys at John's House
Copyright© 2012 by DaddysSickSecret
Chapter 137
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 137 - John is a middle-age Black man with a large appetite for pretty boy fuck toys. To satisfy his craving, John opens his home to any john he can find. (I'm thinking seriously about making this a shared universe, so if anyone would like to join the group fuck, let me know. For anyone who cares, chapter 128 is where the 'shared universe' idea starts. DSS)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Gay CrossDressing MaleDom Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male Hispanic Male
After lunch, I looked at the list of seminars and workshops being held. I didn't care about any of the celebrities attending, but Yann and the Twins went to the cross-dressing workshop, and Ian, Keoni and Zane went to one on BDSM.
I took Giovanni and Ivan to one on toys and getting the most out of them. They demo'ed a dildo that was officially the longest and thickest ever made. Ivan was squirming in his seat as they slowly pushed it into the size queen they found who was willing to try it.
I kissed Vanni's temple. "Poor thing's about to lose it. Get me a taste."
"Yes, Papa!" He moan. He slid to the floor and quickly got between Ivan's knees.
Sweetcakes didn't protest as Grumpy opened his hot-pants and pulled out his cock. He simply groaned softly and ran his fingers through his brother's hair.
I whispered in Sweetcakes' ear, "I want to hear the rest of this, so no noise out of you."
He muttered something I was pretty sure was cursing me in Russian. Then his face contorted and he grit his teeth. A minute later, he broke a sweat and leaned forward, holding Grumpy's head, and shaking.
Finally, he leaned back, panting. Grumpy popped up from the floor and kissed me. It was a very big load Sweetcakes had given him and I had a hard time not making a huge spectacle of it. But the girl on stage was making quite a scene and more people were watching her than us.
I cleaned the last bits from Grumpy and gave them to Sweetcakes - who tried to clean my tonsils in the process.
"Thank you, Papa." He whispered.
"Don't thank me now," I had to chuckle. "Wait until I get you and one of those things home."
His eyes actually lit up. "Really?" I nodded, thrilled to make him so happy and annoyed at just how in love I was. He kissed me again. "Thank You!" He added something Russian, and kissed me again.
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