Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends

by Fantasia Moan

  Kevin took off the only thing that he was wearing which was a pair of boxer shorts and his hard dick went deep into her. Bree gasped an excited gasp as he began thrusting slowly into her. The length of his dick was more than enough for the nympho who was being rocked back and forth. The dark skinned girl edged over and kissed her with a lot of tongue before moving underneath her belly and licking her clit. Bree squirted like a fountain all over the black couch and she heard Kevin laughing excitedly. He grabbed her by her waist and moved her away before sitting on the chair and letting her climb on top of him. She began to bounce on his thick dick and she felt her cum streaming down the length of it. He paused for a second and his lady friend sucked his dick until it was wet, sloppy and covered in saliva. She then helped place it back into Bree. Kevin felt the added lubrication and began pounding away as his balls slapped against her pussy. Bree held her nipples and moaned as the other girl kissed her with her fingers rubbing on her clit. Kevin turned her around and held her ass as he edged his penis into her. Bree moaned as she felt it slide into her again only this time, she had it easier to move over it. She arched her back and began slapping hard onto it. Her cum covered the entire length of Kevin’s penis and the man widened her ass cheeks. His lips were over her perky breasts and ne sucked hard on her hard pink nipples. Both their eyes twitched and both Kevin and Bree came. Kevin's cum dripped out of her pussy as she got off and the other girl knelt down and licked at the face of the pussy with both her hands on Bree’s ass. Kevin sat back and the two girls began taking turns sucking the cum out of it. The other girl moved his balls and began licking at his asshole excitedly. Kevin grabbed the lean Bree by the waist and carried her up to sit on him. She kissed him deeply knowing that he had solved both of her problems in a single night.

  “You're going to make both of us rich” he said between gasps.

  “I would have fucked you for free” she said with a laugh.

  Story Twenty-Seven

  The war raged on in the skies above the city. The sound of guns firing in the distance could be heard from morning till the sun set below the horizon. By then it was followed by the sounds of shelling and mortars booming for hours on end. The people had become fragile messes who jumped at every sound that entered their ears. One of such people was Oleg who at the very moment sat underneath a pile of coals and refuse until the morning came. His legs spasmed from the effects of the noises he had been hearing for the past two months and he held them together in anguish. His hands were over his mouth as he heard the sounds of boots stomping against the floor directly above him. They had been roaming his side of the city and looted, raped and even murdered anyone they came across. They had no preferences whatsoever and a blue eyed blonde man like Oleg would end up being violated by the end of the night if he slept within his house. He had heard them break through the front door and in an instant he ran into the basement and hidden among what he had prepared the day before. A rat crawled among the trash and nestled itself into a corner as it chewed a piece of leftover food a few inches away from Oleg’s feet. He edged away from it as well as he could but the large pest was still within jumping distance. The sound of a boot crunching the sand on the floors above broke him away from his trivial distraction and he looked up as the dust floated down onto his head. The boots began to move away when he felt something scrambling around in his pant leg. Deep in his heart, Oleg cursed himself for losing sight of the damned creature. He tried his best to grab at it but even with its disturbing size, it was difficult to grab onto and it soon found it's way deep into his crotch region. Voices could be heard above him and Oleg could tell that they could hear the muffled noises coming from beneath them. They surrounded the spot where noise was coming from and before they could even think about going to investigate the source of the noise, a loud scream erupted from beneath them. The rat’s body flew into the wall with a loud thud as Oleg threw it in anger. It had bitten his thigh and ultimately had given away his location. He wasn't going to roll over and give up however as he quickly climbed the stairs and made a beeline for the front door. The militia cocked their guns as they saw him running up the steps and opened fire with great malicious intention. The walls around Oleg were shot to pieces as the bullets ate through the weak wood frame. His hands flew over his head as bullets whizzed by and splintered wood flew around him. He made it to the front door and placed his hand on the doorknob. The door flew forward from a different force on the other side and he was thrown onto his back. In front of him stood a face painted militia who smiled down at the man. He was about stomping Oleg with his boot when his eye felt an orange light. He turned around and saw that the sun had already caught up with them and dawn was quickly coming up on them.

  “We have to get this shitbag out of here fast” the one with face paint said and his men grabbed Oleg by his arms and began dragging him through the streets.

  “I don't understand why we couldn't just leave him behind boss” one of the men said

  “I'm sure we'll find something to do with him back at the base” he responded as they ran through the alleys that were getting brighter by the minute.

  They stopped suddenly as their evident commander gestured to them to focus on something in the distance. On the roof of a building not far from them sat a bandana wearing soldier with a large sniper rifle in his gloved hands. The red light from his weapon danced across the buildings as he searched for just one scapegoat to run across the street without looking around first. He made no sign of moving and the group of men looked despondent at the tricky situation. One of them raised his rifle and after a nod from his boss opened fire at the sniper. A few shots landed and he ran from the roof as fast as he could. One would think a man who had just been shot would look immediately for medical attention. Yet this particular sniper changed his position and resumed taking cover. The area was then drowned by a series of loud shots that rang out above their heads. A man was thrown back suddenly and his now very dead body slumped limply against the wall behind him. The other men sunk deep into the alley and listened as the destructive weapon pumped bullets. The sound suddenly stopped and they all assumed he was reloading so he could continue firing another volley of bullets at his targets. They stood there waiting for many seconds before one of them peeked out. Oleg watched as his head exploded like a melon and he screamed as he thought of how to get away. The sound of firing started again and his ears rang from the sharp pain each shot brought. The sniper fire stopped once again and the militia ran out to drown his location with fire. They got in time to see the sniper sway for many seconds before toppling over the edge of the roof and down to the street below. He had succumbed from his wounds and could no longer manage to fight back against the men who had surprised him. With nobody between them on their way to their base they ran with Oleg between them barely keeping up.

  The base was a massive amalgamation of an army barrack and a medieval castle. It's high walls had just been recently built and they looked like they would withstand a few missile shots before they even began to break away. The massive gates leading to the base swung open as they got close to it. Many armed men marched up to the approaching men and they took the weakened Oleg from their hands..

  “He a new recruit Sir?” one of them asked inquisitively.

  “Hello no. Look at those arms. He'll be useful with the scavengers at night. A man this lean should be able to run fast enough”

  “I'll let Bruno know sir” he said and he pushed Oleg along till they reached a massive building. Oleg could tell he wasn't in any immediate danger anymore and obediently walked with them. The building in front of them was covered with moss and many parts of it had been broken off but it still looked better than most of what they had seen on their way there. Steel bars were firmly fixed at every window and Oleg felt like this could be a prison if this men so wished. He was led into the building and pushed through the door. He fell onto his face in the middle of the large room that was poorly illuminated. The door was locked behind him and he knew
for certain that there was no way out. Around him were men and women who looked irritated as he lay there on the ground. He raised himself up and dusted his clothes before walking away from the staring eyes and towards another room. The atmosphere in the building was confusing as he walked through the halls on each floor. The people seemed disturbed about something but it also seemed like whatever was bothering was everything but living in the building. As far as he could see these people were comfortable living there. This to him was more of a community than anything else.

  “Hey there” a female voice said from behind him and he turned around to see a dark haired woman with detailed cheekbones smiling at him. Oleg hesitated before smiling at her back and she seemed pleased as a wide grin was spread across her face. She walked up to him and he felt nervous by this only nice person.

  “You must be new here.” She began with her brown eyes studying him. “I should know this because I know everyone here”

  “Yeah, I just got here” he said slightly uncomfortable by the woman's jovial nature in such a depressing city. “I'm Oleg”

  “Well Oleg, you are a beautiful man” she said and ran her hand through his blond hair.

  “Thanks” he said and he blushed slightly. He looked at the woman and noticed underneath her grimy skin and untidy hair, she was pretty beautiful.

  “I'm Katja by the way” she said and she began walking down the corridor away from him. He looked at her leaving and wondered if he had done something wrong in the few seconds he had been spoken. She disappeared into a room on the left and he was about to walk away when he saw her head pop out of the room and gesture to him to come over. Oleg raised an eyebrow in confusion and walked over to door. Her arm grabbed at his shirt and she pulled him into the room before shutting the door. The room was pitch black as the door closed due there being no windows in it but Katja didn't have any trouble jumping into his arms and planting a kiss on his lips. Her wet lips pressed against his and he immediately lost sense of all his struggling and pain. Her lean body was easy enough for him ti carry and he balanced her weight as he kissed her. His hands ran over her waist and found himself pulling at her shirt. Katja laughed as he struggled with her top. Oleg moved across the room and his leg bumped into a wooden frame. He knew it was a bed and placed her on her back onto the stiff mattress. Katja took off her shirt and tossed it away. Oleg bit his lip as he struggled to see Katja’s breasts. His hands palmed them and felt the firm mounds in his hands. His hands squeezed them and he leaned over to suck on her now hard nipples. Katja moaned as his tongue made circles along her areolas and every time his tongue brushed against the tip of her nipples. Oleg could feel his trousers being unfastened and soon they fell to his ankles. Katja raised herself and placed her mouth over his long dick. Oleg groaned as he felt Katja’s warm mouth over his tip and he placed a hand on her head as it went back and forth. His dick slid down her throat and felt it come back out with a large wallop of saliva along it. She sucked firmly on the tip and lay back onto her back. Oleg pulled away the ratty shorts she had on and Katja’s very wet pussy was exposed. Oleg hated the fact that he couldn't see the pussy that had just spread itself wide for him but he placed his hand on Katja’s belly and with one hand, guided his penis into her. He felt the warm tightness and began pumping her slowly. Katja moaned as the thrusts slid deep into her and she placed a hand on her clit to rub it voraciously. Oleg felt his balls slap against Katja’s taint and knew the girl wouldn't last long before she came. Katja screamed as her pussy squirted all over the bed. Oleg kept going with his thrusts going deeper. He could hear Katja’s breasts flopping around on her chest. He was about to cum when Katja moaned deeply and he knew she had cum. Without even waiting for him to finish, she pulled herself away and off the bed. Oleg’s eyes widened as he felt the orgasm retreating back into the nethers of his penis.

  “What happened?” he asked in the darkness but all he heard was the door opening and shutting. It was then he knew he had been played. He stood with his penis hanging between his legs still dripping with Katja’s cum. He got dressed and wandered blindly in the dark till he got to the door. The light outside bit at his eyes as he left the unnaturally dark room. Outside was a crowd of men no older than he with their arms folded and amused smiles on their faces. They all clapped and laughed as he left the room and he walked as quickly as he could away from the hecklers with his face burning red from embarrassment.

  That night, Oleg was given a gun and pushed out of the base along with three other people. The snow had begun to fall upon the city and their ratty clothes could do nothing to save them from the cold. They were told to find supplies for the base and upon requesting for a better set of clothes , they were told to find themselves some within the buildings they were about to loot. Oleg marched through the snow that had already begun to get deep until they came across a large school. Not a lot of people would have chosen to take shelter in a school so Oleg felt totally at peace as he stepped through its doors and down the hallway. The lockers on either side of the large corridor reminded him of his innocence as a young boy. As he remembered what he had done to survive since the war started, a sharp pain could be felt in his chest. The last man had walked in and they were about moving on when Oleg noticed the door. A pulley had been added to it's handle and that was attached to a shotgun hanging above them. Oleg screamed and jumped away to the ground in front of him. Two of the other men did so as well but the last man had realized too late and Oleg could only hear as the shells ripped through his body. He was thrown back and lay lifeless in a sitting position. Oleg heard the sound of footsteps running towards their location and immediately ran out of the door before things escalated any further. He got a few miles out when he heard the constant sound of gunfire coming from the school. Then it was nothing but a disturbing silence you grab with your hand if you tried. This could either mean that the men he had gone with had somehow defeated the inhabitants of the school. His mind thought about the shotgun strapped to the ceiling and he knew that nobody who could rig up something like that could not have some experience with guns. He was certain that the men were very much dead at this point and he stood there for a second to mourn the people he hadn't even bothered to know their names. He trudged through the snow and felt the chilliness seep into his bones as the bottom of his trousers had gotten soaked through.

  Oleg marched on however in a hope that he would find some comfort in a house nearby. The road suddenly became a long path that led up to a massive building. It looked like in its prime it had once shown the extent of human expense and design. Yet after months of bombing and lack of maintenance, it had turned to every other building around and was nothing more than ugly erection. He walked through what had once been automatic doors and into a dark, damp smelling hall that might have been a lobby. He realized he must be in a hotel and shook his head at the extent the war had taken on his city. The muffled sounds of women screaming could be heard from high up as he stood next to the stairwell now that the elevators were no longer working. He slowly crept up once step at a time and his eyes darted around rapidly as they looked for traps. The screaming grew louder by the floor and he soon came to a wall that blocked him from the corridor beside him. He carefully bent his head out from behind the wall and noticed four armed men with assault rifles banging on the obviously locked door in front of them. The women's screams were coming from within the room and he ground his teeth at the terrifying situation. With only a pistol and next to zero experience, Oleg was practically useless against the heavily armed men. Yet something in his mind screamed at him not to run away this time. He didn't know how much hold it had on him until he already raised the pistol and emptied a full clip at the men. He was just as shocked as the men who had now fallen to two in number with one lying on the ground, bleeding and asking for help. His friend looked at his grievous wounds and with one shot from his powerful gun, put him out of his misery. The chances of survival were still exceedingly slim for Oleg regardless of the drop in enemies. This was
due to the fact that he was heavily outgunned as well as the fact that his gun was out of bullets and he had only been given one clip. Oleg turned around and tore down the stairs. The men from above obviously heard him because he opened fire and it ripped through wood and broke through concrete. Oleg thought as quickly as he could as he tore the lower floor. The last man was already down the stairs looking for who had so ruthlessly murdered his men. Oleg noticed the many already broken into rooms and ducked into the one that was directly below the one where the women were hiding. The gunman walked on his floor looking for Oleg but the blond man had hidden under a pile of clothes in the already dark room. He watched him walk past and waited for many minutes before he walked past again. The gunman turned around and headed down the stairs hoping to still catch up with his mystery attacker. Oleg waited for several minutes before leaving his hiding spot and immediately opened the window in the room. Outside was the fire escape and he quickly climbed it till he got to the window. He looked into the room with two raven haired girls within it. He opened the window and gestured to them to come to him.

  "Do you have a place that we can go?" One of them asked with fear causing a stutter in her words.

  "Yeah but you're going to have to trust me" he said and he began leading them down the fire escape till they reached the end of it. The ladder had rusted and broken off and now they had about eight feet of air before the ground. Oleg spied a large dumpster full of trash and with one gulp, he grabbed the women and they tumbled down into the bags of rubbish.

  Oleg appeared at the gate of the base just as dawn was catching up with him and the women stood in awe at the amazing fortifications.

  "You had to get more food but you came back with more mouths to feed" the face painted boss said as he saw in walking.