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My Two Dads (Sexing Daddy #2) - Evan J. Xavier

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by Evan J. Xavier


  His eyes were fixed on me, my arms wrapped around his neck as he stabbed farther and farther into my hole, bending over and laying me on the coffee table as he pushed harder into my bowels.

  “Fuck me harder, daddy!” I said, slapping him on the chest.

  “You like that, huh?” he asked, wrapping his massive hands around my neck.

  He pulled me from the table and sat on the couch with his cock still planted inside me. He motioned Jake over. “You want two dicks in you, huh, do you?” he asked, giving me a slap on the face as I rode his cock. I nodded and leaned forward as Jake pushed slowly inside.

  “Open that hole up for daddy,” Jake said, forcing his man-meat inside me. The feeling was euphoric with a twinge of discomfort that was overridden by absolute pleasure. I felt a buildup that I couldn’t contain. I looked down as I blew my load over Mark’s chest.

  “That’s a good boy,” Jake said, pushing my ass down, quickening his pace.

  Everyone moved in unison as I spread my cheeks giving way for both their cocks with my shaft continuing to leak on Mark’s chest. Mark lowered his body so that his hips were free of the couch and thrust his hips hurriedly into me as his cock hit my g-spot. His face contorted, he was close.

  Jake leaned down and kissed me on the lips and whispered, “I’m coming.”

  Jake slammed into me one last time sending me retreating from both cocks, but Mark held me down as he pumped his load deep into my ass sending shockwaves throughout my body. I clenched down on their cocks with my ass muscles, pulling every drop of man juice from their shafts.

  I collapsed onto Mark’s chest. His heart pounded out of his chest. Our bodies drenched with sweat as we stayed connected to each other, too relieved and exhausted to move. Jake rubbed my back and ran his fingertips across and a down my ass. Mark looked up and wiped the sweat from my brow. There were no words, just heavy breathing and sighs of relief.

  * * * * * I went downstairs to make breakfast for the guys. We fucked until the wee hours of the morning, finally entering a sleep coma around four. I was caught off-guard when a hand reached around and began to massage my cock. I could tell by the smell of oak and spice it was Mark.

  I turned my head just as his lips crashed into mine. He pulled me in tightly, his hips pressed into my backside as he grinded up against me. His hands rubbed my shaft slowly as he kissed along the base of my neck.

  “Good afternoon,” he said, cupping my balls.

  “Uh huh,” I said, not able to form any other words.

  “Looks like I got you all to myself. Hmm… the things we could do.”

  “Maybe,” I teased.

  “Don’t make me beg,” he said, lifting me on the kitchen counter.

  He slowly removed my shorts, then my tee, and kissed ever so gently down my chest as I fisted his hair. He took me into this mouth, swallowing all of me as he made his way down to the base. His mouth felt like a vacuum, pulling me in with each pull at my shaft. I relaxed my body and closed my eyes allowing Mark take control.

  “I love the way you taste,” he said, taking his tongue and licking up my shaft, then my chest. I leaned forward and sucked on his erect nipples as I reached down and stroked his cock.

  He pulled away. “Sit back and relax and let me do all the work, baby,” he said as he feasted on my nips. His tongue rolled down my chest, and down to my toes were he took each into his mouth. My head pressed back into the overhanging cabinet as my body tensed and filled with pleasure. I wet my lips as he dragged his tongue to my pinky toe, looking up as he placed it into his mouth.

  “It feels so good,” I said, letting loose multiple moans as he made his way back to my pre-cum-drenched cock. A thin line of saliva connected from his lips to my shaft as he pulled back. I fisted his hair, pushing him back down as I pumped quickly into his mouth.

  Slurping sounds echoed throughout the kitchen as he pumped up and down on my shaft. I bit down on my lip as my load filled his mouth. He sucked until I was completely drained and went limp. His lips moved to mine and I tasted what was left, licking the sides of his mouth.

  ”I want you,” he said, stroking my hair back.

  “You’ve already had me.”

  “No, to myself.”

  I didn’t know how to respond. I kissed him on the forehead and jumped from the counter.

  “Let’s get cleaned up,” I said leading him to the downstairs bathroom.

  ### Thank you for purchasing My Two Dads. For more information about the author visit his website at

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  * * * * * The following are excerpts from Evan’s published stories including, Diary of a Gay Nympho: The Beginning, and Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the Cream.

  Diary of a Gay Nympho: The Beginning

  The show began with lasers firing from the four corners. A body descended from the heavens sliding down a long gold pole. He slid face first then flipped out onto the stage. He whipped his head back; it was Brent. My mouth flung open as he was barely clothed in his G-string. The tiny piece of cloth could barely contain his cock. He smiled as he sauntered over. His hips gyrated to the music pumping throughout the building. His hands moved down my chest stopping just above my crotch.

  “Thought I’d give you a special lap dance, roomy,” he said, sitting on my lap. I could feel my cock leak through my jeans. He pulled my face down to his sweet smelling crotch, rubbing my face against his junk. I knew he was being playful, but I’d gotten antsy and needed a release. I stuffed his string with a twenty and he flipped away like a freaking acrobat, onto the next one.

  After the lap dance I moved to the upper floor where lights beamed out of a dark room where moans escaped through sheet covered cubes.

  “Would you like a booth?” a gentleman asked. He wore an eye patch over his left and a small toothpick moved along his lips.

  “What kind of booth?” I slurred. “If you have to ask then…”

  Diary of a Gay Nympho: The Beginning is the third book in the Sin City Gay Erotic Tales series:

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  Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the Cream

  I woke up to the sounds of heavy thuds, it was five in the morning and I’d just fallen asleep. I slammed my head back into the pillow hoping to get at least four more hours of sleep before I started on work stuff. Johnny and I partied late into the morning at Club BB; a locals’ spot in downtown Las Vegas. When the clock struck four it was time for me to head for the hills.

  BAM - BAM - BAM I rolled out of bed to the floor, crawling to my closet. My eyes were still closed as I searched for my bat. I stormed downstairs, before I could knock Johnny appeared at the door, naked.

  “Hey…” he said.

  “Don’t ‘hey’ me. It’s five fucking o’clock in the morning,” I said, pushing him aside.

  Johnny’s room was a pigsty; I looked back at him with an eye my mother would give me, “Clean your damn room!” I shouted as I pulled the covers off his bed revealing two naked twins huddled together. By the smell of things they were high, Johnny too.

  “Look, fuck without bumping against the damn wall,” I said, pointing my bat at it.

  “If I hear one more thud against this wall I’m coming back down and shoving this up both your asses. My foot’s gonna be up your ass Johnny… and not in a good way!” Before I left the room I whispered to Johnny, “I want to see the video when you’re done.”

  Johnny recorded all of his sexcapades. He made sure all angles were covered: the down low, the high up, the profile, and the bathroom cam. From time to time we would sit and watch and make fun of the bottom that couldn�
��t handle Johnny’s cock, or would constantly scream. Johnny would have to plug the bottom’s mouth with his underwear to shut him up.

  * * * * * After nabbing a few more hours of sleep and a quick shower I packed my things to head out to suck the day’s dick. I thought about heading into the office, but that would mean trouble. I’ve been trying to avoid the new VP of Customer Care but he would find a reason to come into my office and interrupt me. I figured he was sweet on me, but I didn’t want that kind of work relationship; not even just a one-time deal… they don’t end well.

  Johnny was rummaging through the fridge looking for food after servicing the two hoes downstairs. “Twins, huh?” I asked, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. Johnny was wearing his favorite blue jogging pants that showed off his assets, both front and back. They rode low just below his waist. We still hadn’t done anything, doubt we ever would, but we managed to flirt with each other every chance we got.

  “Where are you off to?” he asked. “Do I need your permission to leave the house?” I asked playfully.

  He took a huge bite of his apple and proceeded to talk while chewing, “Maybe.”

  “I have some work I need to finish. We could possibly be bought out next year and the pressure is on for me to finagle the numbers a little.”

  “You stress too much. Come over and let daddy release some of that tension.”

  Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the Cream is the fourth book in the Sin City Gay Erotic Tales series:

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  Table of Contents

  My Two Dads

  Diary of a Gay Nympho: The Beginning Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the

  Cream

 

 

 


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