Featuring:The family may be back home, but things have definitely not gone back to normal. Find out what this naughty family gets up to now that they're home... It had been a few days since we landed back home from LA. I couldn't believe how different my life was now. We had barely left the house, only to get groceries. Otherwise, all of us had been naked, fucking and cuddling. Although we each had our own bedrooms, we had spent most nights sharing each other’s beds. To be fair, we were trying to make the most of the time we had, as college was starting again soon. Tom and I went to the same college, but in different classes, while Ross would be resuming his music lessons as a guitar teacher. Things would be going back to normal, yet at the same time, we’d be fucking around all the time. Not to mention, Dad was intending on us seeing Uncle John, Harvey and Harrison. There was just a lot going on.
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Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student. Featuring:To celebrate Biden winning the election, I wanted to treat my readers to a free commission as voted by my Twitter followers! It had been a long day of shooting but thankfully, Tom was able to take the rest of the day off. It was about 5 in the afternoon when he stepped out of his trailer, wearing a simple grey hoodie and a pair of jeans. As he began walking down the many actors’ trailers, he came across the one that said ‘Steve Rogers’ on the front. Then he remembered something Chris had told him earlier that day:
‘Feel free to stop by my trailer if you ever wanna go for a drink.’ Feeling like it was the polite thing to do, Tom walked up the steps and gave the door a knock. “Come in.” He heard Chris’ voice say. So, Tom pushed open the door and was shocked to find inside was Chris Evans in the Captain America suit… Well, somewhat. He had the belt, gloves and helmet off, then the suit looked like it had only been halfway unzipped at the back. Underneath he had some kind of black netting that was semi exposing the slither of his back. “Oh, sorry!” Tom blurted out, going to shut the door again. “No, no, it’s fine. Actually, I could use your help.” Chris chuckled. He had grown out a bit of a beard - it looked as though it wasn't that long since he shaved. “R-Really?” Tom asked, surprised, stepping through the door. “Yeah, this thing’s so hard to unzip. Would you mind?” Chris asked. “Oh, um… Yeah, sure.” Tom blushed, walking over. He went right up to the muscular man, who looked over his shoulder at the newbie Avenger. Tom was already in awe of this beautiful man in the sexy suit, but to be able to undress him was something he never thought he’d be able to do. With shaky hands, Tom reached up and began pulling the subtle zip that was already a quarter way down. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.” Chris smiled as Tom watched the zip travel slowly down the arch of the back, exposing more and more of the skin, still half hidden by the netting beneath. It took every inch of willpower not to kiss at the soft looking skin as Tom reached the very bottom. The back of the suit opened up, showing off the broad, muscular back for Tom to see. Tom could feel his cock twitching in his denim as he stopped himself from running his hands all over his coworker’s body. “Could you also gimme a hand with this? It’s kinda awkward.” Chris mentioned, referring to the front half of his suit. Tom walked round to the front of Chris, who had his arms stretched out. “Just gently pull it off.” Chris instructed. Tom just nodded, throat completely dry. With a bit of fumbling, Tom managed to peel the front of the suit off of Chris’ arms but what he unveiled made him want to drool. The huge, muscular body was revealed for Tom, wearing nothing but that black netting. The huge pecs, the defined abs, the bulging shoulders and biceps, the perfectly carved v-lines and collarbones - Chris was sculpted to perfection. Tom was utterly speechless. “You okay, bud?” Chris asked, noticing as he placed the top half of the suit onto a hanger in his wardrobe. “Sorry, I err… I just… The suit’s so cool.” Tom blushed, clearly flustered as he stared upon the round ass in the blue pants. “Yeah? You sure that’s all?” Chris asked, before looking downwards. It was then Tom realised he had gotten rock hard without even noticing. A very noticeable bulge had formed in his jeans. “Shiiit… Shit, Chris, I'm so sorry, I don't know what’s come over me.” Tom blurted out, knowing nothing he could say would cool off his burning red cheeks. “It's okay, Tom. Seriously.” Chris assured him, stepping closer. “It-It is?” Tom stammered. “Of course. How about you help me take this off, too?” Chris said in a low tone. Tom realised what was happening from the subtle dirty smile on Chris’ face. “Okay…” Tom breathed, shakily approaching him again. He reached down and took hold of the netting. It was tucked into Chris’ tight, blue pants, so Tom pulled it out and began lifting it upwards. He had to go on his tippy toes in order to bring the netting shirt over Chris’ head. In tense silence, Tom pulled the fabric off of Chris’ huge arms until he had the whole shirt in his arms. He looked up at the huge, muscular coworker. The dusting of fuzz spread across Chris’ chest, making Tom’s dick throb again. The sexual tension was so thick Tom felt like he could barely breathe. “Tom?” Chris said. “Y-Yeah.” “You have the rest of the day off, right?” “Yeah.” “Perfect.” Chris smirked before suddenly grabbing Tom by his hoodie and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Tom’s eyes widened as he felt the huge, bare arms wrap around him as his lips were under attack. Tom didn't take long to submit though, coming down from the shock. He kissed Chris back, passionately, as his hands began roaming all over Chris’ bulging muscles. He could feel the beard brushing against his lips as their tongues slipped against each other - making Tom moan into the Avenger’s lips. “You want this bad, huh?” The older man whispered when they finally broke off. “I've wanted this for years.” Tom admitted, breathlessly, looking Chris in his blue eyes. “Yeah? Ever since I met you I did too.” Chris said before reaching down and gripping Tom at the bottom of his hoodie and pulling it up over his head, along with the t-shirt he had on underneath. Tom’s lean, slim but muscular body was revealed to Chris. “Sounds like we shoulda done this sooner.” Tom half laughed, reaching up and palming at Chris’ huge pec. “Then let’s make up for lost time.” Chris smirked before gripping Tom’s curls and burying his face into the pecs. Tom gasped as he felt the pillow-like chest encase his face. He wrapped his arms around Chris’ waist as he eagerly began licking at the cleavage between the pecs. The hair on his skin tickled Tom’s tongue as he began lapping the Cap up. With Chris still gripping the messy curls, Tom travelled across the chest towards one of the pink, perky nipples. Fuelled by his arousal, Tom encased the nub with his mouth and began sucking on it, hard. “Argh yeah, that’s it, baby.” Chris growled, looking down at the costar who was almost half his age, that was worshipping his body. “That’s it, Tom. Taste it all.” He muttered, watching Tom’s tongue swirl around his nipple. Desperate to pleasure Chris, Tom moved onto the second nipple and began sucking on that as well, whilst also reaching up and pinching the previous nipple between his fingers. “You’re so hot…” Tom muttered around the nub before beginning to kiss his way down the muscular body, towards the abs. “Let that tongue go anywhere you want it to go.” Chris smirked, watching Tom’s pink tongue run down his stomach. As Tom bent down to trace the defined lines, Chris ran his hand down Tom’s back, feeling the impressive back muscles. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, Tom…” Chris whispered when Tom began kissing back up the body. “I can't believe this is happening…” Tom admitted, running his hand up Chris’ body and squeezing the pec. “It's happening, baby. And it’ll definitely happen again.” Chris growled, before suddenly reaching down and grabbing Tom by the thighs. Chris lifted Tom off the floor and, like he was light as a pillow, carried him to the sofa before they both collapsed onto it. Tom felt like he was almost being crushed by Chris’ huge body pressed against his as the two hungrily made out, but he loved it. Feeling the chest hair against his hairless body as Chris’ tongue went deep into his mouth was, alone, orgasmic, let alone the grinding that was happening. “Oh, fuck, that feels good, Chris.” Tom muttered between kisses. “Call me Daddy.” Chris commanded him. Tom felt his dick throb at those words… “Yes, Daddy!” Tom moaned, before they kissed again. Tom was so hard he could already feel himself getting close as he felt Chris’ fat meat grinding on his shaft. The only thing separating them was some blue, tight pants and denim. “Mmm, fuck, Daddy… I-I’m so close…” Tom warned him, despite wrapping his legs around Chris’ waist and sinking his nails into the broad back. “Yeah, baby? You gonna cum for me already?” Chris smirked, before leaning down and beginning to kiss at Tom’s neck. “Oh fuck… Yeah…” Tom couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe how quickly he felt his orgasm coming - despite having had plenty of experience. But somehow Chris Evans had this power over him. “Do it, baby… I'm gonna make you cum so much you won't have any left…” Chris growled into Tom’s ear, between wet kisses against his neck. “Oh fuck… Yeah, Daddy… I want that…” Tom whimpered, feeling the intense friction against his cock. “Cum in your pants, baby… Do it… Don't hold back.” Chris continued whispering into Tom’s ear, eager to make the kid cum. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck… OH FUCK!” Tom suddenly cried out, voice cracking as he thrust his body up into the huge man’s bare skin. He could feel his cock twitching inside his jeans as it began spurting load after load all over his thigh, beneath the cotton of the tight boxer briefs. “Yeaaah, that’s it, baby… Oh fuck, that’s hot.” Chris purred, watching as Tom’s body spasmed in his arms from sheer pleasure. When Tom finally finished, his body relaxed back down into the sofa. “I… I've never cum so fast…” Tom panted, a bit embarrassed. “Don't worry. We’re far from finished yet.” Chris smirked before beginning to kiss his way down Tom’s neck. Tom, still breathing heavily, watched as Chris’ lips left a trail of kisses down his heaving chest. He wondered what Chris had in store for him and how many more times he was gonna cum as easily as when he lost his virginity to Harrison. Tom closed his eyes as he felt Chris’ beard brushing against his skin, feeling the soft, wet lips against his abs. Then soon, his eyes opened again as he felt Chris’ hands begin unbuttoning his jeans. “After seeing it hidden behind spandex for so long, I can't wait to see the real thing.” Chris muttered. The strong fingers hooked around the waistband of his denim and underwear, before aggressively pulling them down his legs. Within seconds, the jeans and boxer briefs were thrown onto the floor, rendering Tom completely naked under his costar. His 7 inch, cum soaked, uncut cock flung out. It slapped his abdomen in a sticky mess, still hard and sensitive. “Oh fuckkk…” Chris breathed, in awe of the webshooter. “Y-You like it, Daddy?” Tom said with a cheeky smirk, just about catching his breath from his climax. “You have no idea.” Chris smirked back, before leaning his head down and began lapping up the white paint covering Tom’s skin. “Holy shit…” Tom muttered, watching Chris’ tongue run over his thigh, up to his balls. Then, without hesitation, Chris took one of his balls into his lips. “Ohhhh my God…” Tom shuddered, rolling his head back as Chris began sucking the cum and sweat off the skin of his hairless balls. Tom’s nails sank into the sofa as he felt the burst of pleasure. He was whimpering as he listened to the mouth noisily worshipping each of his balls, one, then two at a time. Then, without warning, Chris opened his mouth wide before swallowing Tom’s entire shaft at once. The warm suction around Tom’s shaft was intense as Chris cleaned the rod of all the sticky white cum. “Oh, Jesus- fuck!” Tom moaned out, hands shooting down to grip the dirty blond hair. Chris only looked up at Tom and gave him a wink as he began bobbing his head up and down on the still sensitive cock. “Oh, holy shit, Daddy… That feels so fucking good…” Tom groaned, watching in disbelief as the man he had fantasised about for years deepthroated him like it was easy. He could feel his body getting sweatier and sweatier as Chris continued to swirl his tongue around the mushroom tip, then swallow the whole thing. Then soon, Chris lifted Tom’s thighs upwards and made the younger boy wrap his legs around Chris’ neck. “Oh wow…” Was the only coherent thing Tom could say as he watched Chris continue to suck him off through his legs. Then, as if that wasn't enough, Tom soon felt a finger begin sneaking it’s way between Tom’s round cheeks. “Oh my God, Daddy!” Tom gasped in surprise as he felt the tip of his finger begin massaging the entrance of his hole - teasingly circling it. All the while, Chris didn't say a word. He just watched Tom’s face contort in pleasure as he carried on bobbing his head up and down. Tom couldn't believe he was feeling a second orgasm approaching - as fast and inevitable as an avalanche. “Oh shit, Daddy, I'm really close!” Tom warned him, although he knew it wouldn't stop the determined actor. Instead, it only egged him on. The finger slipped through Tom’s hole, surprisingly easy… Tom winced, slightly, as his hole was still sensitive from his morning wake up call with Harry. But he also let out a moan as he felt the digit sink deeper and deeper inside his tunnel. Tom wasn't able to hold back any longer. Yet again, he thrusted upwards as he let out a euphoric cry. Chris couldn't make out a single word that made sense, but he wasn't even paying attention that close. Instead, he was focused on gulping down every salty load Tom pumped into his jaw. Tom’s legs released Chris’ neck, only to stretch out as his body felt the intense orgasm. When he finished, Chris let the cock slip from his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby…” Chris muttered, leaning down and kissing Tom’s thigh, affectionately. “I… I… I feel like it’s your turn… Daddy...” Tom panted, barely able to form a sentence in his brain before speaking it. “Is that right?” Chris whispered, kissing his way back up Tom’s body, but faster this time. “You wanna taste of Daddy?” He said in a low, lustful voice when his eyes met Tom’s. His face, millimeters above Tom’s, looked down at him with such control and confidence in his blue orbs. “P-Please? I wanna make you feel good too…” Tom said, hardly above a whisper as his hand cupped Chris’ bearded cheek. “Then I'll let you…” Chris said before their lips crashed together. Chris hungrily attacked Tom’s lips as his arms wrapped around him, pushing his tongue into his new lover’s mouth. Then soon, Tom felt the Daddy roll them around so that Chris was now below him. They continued making out as Tom laid on the muscular body, feeling Chris’ hands run up and down his bare back until they finally squeezed the bubble butt. Tom moaned softly into Chris’ lips, feeling his still hard cock throb against his abs. Then eventually, Chris broke off of his lips. “Strip me naked.” He instructed Tom, sending a chill down the younger man’s spine. “Yes, Daddy.” Tom whispered. Eager, Tom’s fingers began unbuttoning Chris' pants. They fumbled a bit, but eventually, he was able to pull the blue, Captain America pants down the huge thighs, then off his bare feet. All that was left was a pair of black boxer briefs, looking like they could rip apart from how hard the beast inside was trying to break free. “Lick it.” Chris commanded Tom. Pleasantly surprised, Tom leaned down and ran his tongue up the underside of the clothed shaft, this time sending a shiver through Chris. Turned on by making the giant crumble, Tom began licking all over the tent, tasting the precum that was oozing through the tip. “Argh fuck… Urgh, you’re so good…” Chris growled before reaching down and pushing the waistband of his underwear down enough for his monster cock to be freed. Tom's jaw dropped at the sight of the girthy beast in front of him. “Woah…” Tom muttered, eyeing up the 9 inch, uncut, veiny beast. “That’s it, baby. Go for it.” Chris smirked as Tom wrapped his fingers around the base. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink, glistening mushroom tip. Tom licked his lips before running his tongue up the underside of Chris’ shaft. When the tip of his tongue finally reached the tip of Chris’ pole, Tom then wrapped his lips around the mushroom head before sinking his head down, swallowing the cock. Inch by inch, the cock was pushed deeper into Tom’s throat, until he finally gagged. “Oh fuck yeah, Tom… Choke on it, baby…” Chris purred, watching as Tom’s head bobbed up and down on the cock, looking up at him with his innocent, brown eyes. Tom used his hand to stroke the base of the cock that his mouth couldn't reach as he continued to take as much of the monster as possible - occasionally making himself gag. “Fuck yeah, that feels so good, Tom… You like the taste of Daddy’s cock?” Chris growled. Tom responded by moaning around the head of his shaft, then slurping up the precum that was oozing out. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby… The whole fucking cast is gonna hear you…” Chris continued on, making Tom’s hard cock throb against the sofa. Tom had no idea Chris had such a dirty side to him, but he loved it. “I want that so bad…” Tom muttered, coming off the drool-coated cock. “Then what the fuck are we waiting for?” Chris smirked. Gripping Tom by the hair, he pulled him back up his body into another kiss. Their lips immediately began making out, passionately attacking each other. Chris’ huge arms wrapped around Tom’s smaller body, before he rolled them both over so that he was on top. Their naked bodies rutted against each other. Chris’ hands ran down Tom’s defined back until his large hands squeezed the round, fleshy cheeks. Then, his hands continued down Tom’s thighs before taking hold of them, wrapping the limbs around his body. “Fuck me, Daddy…” Tom whispered as he watched Chris getting into position. “Yeah? You ready?” He smirked, placing the tip of his shaft between Tom’s cheeks. “Fuck yeah. I'm ready, Daddy…” Tom nodded, with sheer desperation on his face. “Mmm, good boy.” Chris whispered. Slowly, he began pushing the girthy meat through the welcoming hole. Tom’s nails sank into Chris’ bulging bicep as he felt the burning sensation of the large slab of meat pushing through his walls. “Argh… Fuck… So big…” Tom hissed as he felt himself being filled up, inch by inch. “You okay?” Chris whispered, gently caressing Tom’s thigh. He was desperately trying to stop himself from thrusting deep, as the tightness of his walls was just so intense - he hadn’t felt anything like it. “Yeah… Keep going…” Tom nodded. He felt the cock continue sliding against his walls and even throb inside him. “F-Fuck me, Daddy…” Was all he could manage to stay. Chris gave a cheeky chuckle, before beginning to move his hips back and forth. To begin with, he was slow, gently gyrating his hips in and out of Tom. But as he saw the expression on Tom’s face turn to pleasure, he gradually picked up the pace. “Fuck Tom… Shit, your ass feels so good, baby…” Chris grunted, watching the boy beneath him begin to glisten in sweat. “Yeah… Y-You do too, Daddy… Fuck… It feels so big inside me... “ Tom moaned, nails beginning to claw at Chris’ upper back as he felt the fat rod inside him hitting his prostate harder. “Yeah, you like that, sweetie?” Chris whispered, before leaning down and kissing at Tom’s neck. “Argh yeah… Fuck… Yeah, I do, Daddy!” Tom groaned, arching his back into the Daddy’s impressive pecs. “Ohhh, want it harder, do you?” Chris asked, knowingly. “Yeah, Daddy… Harder!” Tom begged, gripping the blond hair. “Fuck… Such a good boy…” Chris smirked, his hips going faster and faster as he continued kissing at Tom’s neck and shoulder. Tom felt goosebumps as he felt the beard brushing against his skin as the huge man continued pounding into him. “It feels so good… So intense…” Tom muttered, feeling teeth grazing against his flesh. If it wasn’t for the fact they knew they’d be returning to set tomorrow, Chris was sure he’d have left three hickies already. Tom’s hand groped Chris’ hairy pecs as his prostate was continually being rammed into. Once again, Tom felt the pit in his stomach… Another climax was approaching. “Shit, Daddy… I’m… I’m so close…” Tom whimpered, feeling his cock throb. “Yeah? You wanna cum a third time, baby?” Chris whispered into his ear, before taking the earlobe between his teeth and nibbling it. “Mmhmm… Y-You’re too much…” Tom said, with a flirty smile. “Yeah? Do it, baby… Cum for me… I-I wanna lick it off your sweet, sexy body…” Chris grunted. Just hearing those words so close to his ear, along with feeling the hot breath against his ear, was too much. Tom’s body thrusted up into Chris’ as the head of his cock erupted. Another set of rounds splattered onto Tom’s abs and even Chris’ abdomen. “Arrrgh fuck! Fuck! Ohhhh, it’s so good! So fucking hot!” Tom cried out, voice breaking as his toes stretched out yet again. Chris watched as Tom’s entire body shook and shuddered in his arms as his nails clawed at the older man’s muscular back. “Ohhhh yeah, Tom… Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, baby…” Chris growled, soon pressing his forehead against Tom’s. Their eyes looked into each other’s, with such different expressions. Chris’ face was filled with the determination to breed Tom’s ass, whilst Tom was blatantly desperate for his Daddy to climax. It didn’t take long, though. SLAM! Chris thrusted every last inch of his thick meat deep inside of Tom’s guts. “ARRRGHHHhhh yeah! Take it, Tom! Fuck yeah! Take it all!” Chris moaned as he pumped his huge, thick loads into Tom’s stretched out hole. Tom’s eyes widened as he felt the cock twitching inside him, flooding his insides with Chris’ hot seed. “Oh yeaaaah, Daddy! Breed me! Fuck, that’s so hot!” Tom groaned, watching Chris’ face contort into raw pleasure. The bigger body shuddered as Chris pumped the last few drops of cum into Tom’s hole. Then, when he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of Tom. They both laid there, panting and sweating, sandwiching Tom’s cum between them. As they collected their thoughts, through th heavy breathing, they held each other in their arms. “That was…” Tom began. “Amazing?” Chris smirked. “Yeah… A-Amazing…” Tom nodded with a small laugh. “We have to do this again.” Chris told him. “Anytime, Daddy.” Tom chuckled before the two shared a passionate kiss. FeaturingIt's the last day in LA for the family, but Oliver has a confession to make about his oldest brother... Today was our last day in California. Tomorrow morning we’d be going back home and I wasn't sure I was ready for it. Our entire time here felt surreal - like a parallel world all to ourselves where nobody knew our name and rules were turned upside down. When we returned, would things really stay the same? It was a strange feeling. We were outside by the pool and Dad was grilling at the barbecue as Ross, Tom and I sat on the garden chairs, laying out in the sun in just our underwear. It was nice to just relax.
“You boys all packed up?” Dad asked us, putting the burger patties on the grill. “Not yet.” I admitted. “Me neither.” Ross scoffed. “Well make sure you do it soon. Remember, we’re getting up at 7 tomorrow so we won't have time to pack.” Dad reminded us. “We can do it tonight?” Tom shrugged. “You're sure you’re not gonna get distracted with getting fucked?” Dad asked, knowingly. The three of us exchanged the same look. “Okay, okay, we’ll go pack.” Ross gave in. Featuring:Oliver must face the consequences of losing to his father, with an intense evening of pounding. The moment we stepped through the door of the house, we were all over each other. Within minutes I was thrown onto Dad’s bed, with him on top of me, aggressively kissing me. Meanwhile, Tom had Ross pinned against a wall as they were both making out heatedly was well. I had been trying to pull Dad’s tank top over his head for a while but his tongue was stubbornly staying in my mouth. However, I finally removed it and Dad quickly took off my own shirt as well.
“I have an idea…” Dad whispered before taking his socks off, however only throwing away one. He lifted my hands up so they were above my head, by the headboard, then soon began tying my wrists to one of the vertical wooden bars with the sock. “Holy shit…” I muttered. “That's right, kid. Daddy’s in control.” He smirked, kneeling up and looking down at me with pride and hunger. Meanwhile, a naked Ross and a shirtless Tom looked over at me. “Shit, Dad… You don't mess around.” Ross half laughed, still against the wall in front of his brother. “I'm gonna make you milk you dry.” Dad smirked before beginning to unbutton my shorts. “Speaking of, Ross, get on your knees.” Tom instructed the older brother. So, as Dad stripped me naked, I watched Ross go down to the floor and take Tom’s shorts off, as well. Soon, we were all naked except Dad. |
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