Toy story

Thanks to Randy, I no longer have to work. He took me to a secluded beach north of Malibu. We didn't travel, we were just there. Sort of like Star Trek, but without the visual effects. He said I owned 100 acres. As he pushed me to the sand for a good fucking, the site was covered in a gray ooze. I didn't pay much attention to what was going on with Randy pounding my ass, getting me so hot that even the cold ocean waves didn't cool me off.

When I became aware again of my surroundings, there was a house with private manicured grounds on the cliff overlooking the sea. Randy led me to it.

The back yard had an Olympic-size pool. Sitting around it were three studs. Randy introduced me. Paulo was a six foot Brazilian with an all over light brown tan and a ten inch uncut cock. Chuan was Chinese, only five six with a swimmer's build, long muscles covered in a golden skin. Only six inches in the dick department, but a great ass built for fucking. Finally, there was Kunta, a seven foot African stud with a twenty-inch dick and muscles that dwarfed even Randy.

Randy stepped aside as Kunta moved behind me. Paulo gobbled down my dick, taking it smoothly all the way to the root, burying his lips in my pubic hair. Kunta's black spear was pressing through my ass cheeks. I felt my ass hole stretch as never before as he pushed inside, deeper and deeper until his torso was plastered to my back. Kunta straightened his legs lifting me half a foot off the ground supported only by his mighty shaft. I could feel my heart beating against its head that had penetrated up into my chest.

My whole body started to convulse against Kunta's shaft that grew even larger inside me. It forced its way into my throat from below, cutting off my breathing. I don't need to breathe any more; running off the battery Randy calls it, but I couldn't talk either. Of course, as I felt my orgasm build, I didn't really have anything I needed to say.

I came like a garden hose down Paulo's throat, delivering the load halfway to his stomach. My full massage of Kunta caused him to explode with his first surge filling my mouth. I tried to swallow, but with him filling my body from tail to head, it was impossible. A few seconds later, his cum was pouring out my mouth and down onto Paulo, still struggling with my own load.

Chuan leapt up on Paulo's shoulders and planted a kiss on me. Locking lips he snaked his tongue inside to gorge on the copious feast that Kunta was providing.

Orgasm used to be the climax of the sex act, but since Randy rearranged my life, it is the majority of the experience. I can come for hours and apparently so could the boys. We were like one consciousness linked together by cum flowing among us. My mind roamed. I felt our passion from Kunta's perspective, experiencing that huge sex tool being caressed along its whole length by a body that I knew was my own, the love juice pumping from the balls and flowing down the entire length to pour out inside me. From Paulo I shared the experience of my own jetting cock erupting with powerful force deep within a muscular body whose own sex was spraying wildly. Finally, from Chuan, I learned the taste of my own lips mixed with the taste of Kunta's cum and the frenzy to get more and more.

A timeless interval passed. Impressions shifted, positions changed. When I returned to awareness, it was night. I was on my back with Kunta still up my ass. Now spent, his tool had retreated from my throat. Paulo's softening dick was in my mouth that was still full of tasty cum. Chuan was sitting on my groin with my own sex up his butt.

Randy returned and helped us untangle. He pulled me to my feet as Kunta's tool popped out.

“The boys are to take care of the house and everyone in it,” he stated. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

I was literally soaked in cum from our hours of play. More had spilled on the ground, forming a shallow lake, while streaks from some wild shots extended 20 feet in all directions.

The house was fantastic. Decorated in a contemporary style, with brilliant white carpet. Concerned that I might be tracking in dirt, I turned around and saw my cum stained footprints disappearing as if cleaned by invisible vacuum cleaners.

We went to the master bedroom. It was dominated by a twenty-foot circular bed. A bathing area with a huge spa tub and separate shower connected to it. The ceilings throughout the house were almost fifteen feet, with the living area and bedrooms looking out on the Pacific Ocean through walls of glass.

I felt Randy's tool probing my ass. He slipped a few inches inside as he pulled me down on the bed. I fell back on top off him. The impact shoved another foot of his shaft inside, stunning me. A few practiced strokes brought me to another explosion. I became lost in our sex play.

When I returned to awareness it was late afternoon. The sun was halfway over the Pacific. I was sitting astride Randy's thighs, leaning back against his strong chest with his arms around mine. My dick was still dripping the residue of its last eruption.

“I have a surprise for you,” announced Randy.

“Another one? My life has been one surprise after another since you came. Don't you ever stop? What do you have this time?”

“Your twin sons will be back from high school any minute.”

“I don't have any sons. Did you create them like Chuan, Kunta and Paulo?”

“No. I just built an egg using your DNA. You provided plenty of sperm; I used the best. Then it's just a matter of growing the embryo, splitting it after the first cell division and growing to a maturity of sixteen years overnight with implantation of all needed memories. They started school this morning.”

Just then the door opened and two beautiful youths entered. They were identical and looked like I'd wished I did when I was sixteen. About six foot tall with a fifty inch chest, plates of steel for pecs and flaring lats. Twenty-inch arms, broad shoulders, tapering to a twenty-eight inch waist, set off by washboard abs. Their thighs flared to about 34 inches, each one bigger than their waist. A pair of twelve inch cocks stood straight up, hard and ready. Only their smooth faces and hairless bodies reflected their youth.

“Hi Dad, Uncle Randy,” said one. “We made the swim team,” finished the other.

I realized I didn't know their names. Randy came to the rescue. “That's great, John, Paul,” he said, indicating each. “I'll let you tell your dad about school,” he said while pulling out of me and heading out the door.

John didn't waste any time in sitting down on my still stiff fifteen inches. As he slid down to the base in one motion, cum was forced out around my plunging dick.

“That's a well fucked ass. Who's been doing you? I asked.

“Well, Paul and I did each other this morning before school. We had Sex Ed second period. They were discussing homosexuality and we volunteered to demonstrate. Miss Wilson tried to tell us to stop, but Paul had already pulled out his dick and she stopped talking.”

“I don't think she'd seen a twelve-incher before,” interjected Paul.

“But, she still insisted you put on a condom before you fucked me,” continued John. “Of course, the force of your fuck shredded it in seconds. While Paul creamed my guts, I must have sprayed half the class with my seed. They gave us a round of applause and I saw several of the guys take a secret taste. After class we did a few of them in the boys room and let them take a turn in our asses.”

“Over lunch we had our swim team tryout,” added Paul. “Those tiny suits barely contained our dicks. Our teammates were staring at us, so we decided to give them a show in the showers. We offered our asses to the team for fucking. They had lots of fun and a few of them were pretty good. There was a lot of screaming when we took our turns with them. They had a lot of trouble accommodating our size, but if we worked in slow we could get them to enjoy it. If you think we're full, you should have seen them. They had to stuff wads of toilet paper in their briefs to absorb the leakage.”

“Of course we had to say hello to Kunta, Paulo and Chuan when we came home,” added John.

“But we still have plenty left for you, Dad,” continued Paul sliding his stiff twelve-incher up my butt.

As Paul started fucking me, John started to bob on my pole, squealing every time he slid down its fifteen inches. I decided to pivot John 90 degrees so I could take his own sweet pole in my mouth. I lifted his legs and twisted him around while his butt rested on my groin. I loved the friction as he rotated around my axle of flesh, so I kept twisting him for a full circle, then another. My cum fountain added its potent lubrication before we completed the second revolution.

My spurting up inside him must have triggered John. His first jet splattered off the ceiling. I quickly clamped my lips around his throbbing pole and swallowed my son's sweet cum again and again. Meanwhile, Paul exploded just as forcefully up my spasming butt. Time drifted as we huddled together in mutual orgasm. After minutes of ecstasy we rested, still coupled.

Still amazed by my two teenage sons that I didn't have yesterday, I questioned them cautiously. “What did you do yesterday?”

“Oh, Dad, you know we didn't exist yesterday,” admonished John. “Uncle Randy just cloned us from you last night.”

“But, he gave us a full set of memories,” added Paul.

“Well,” I continued, “what do you remember of our past? When did we first have sex?”

“Paul and I remember having sex with each other on our tenth birthday. We grew really fast, so by twelve we were bigger than you, except we only had about ten inches. We decided to rape you after our birthday party.

“We were already as big as you,” added Paul, “so we waited until Uncle Randy was preparing lunch and surprised you when you were still recovering from his fucking. We easily overpowered you. You stopped struggling once I sat on your pole and John pushed into your ass. By the time Uncle Randy returned we had brought you off three times and were completely wasted.”

“In the next weeks Uncle Randy taught us his techniques. We practiced real hard. He brought in the houseboys to work off our teenage sexual energy.

“That's a great story. Too bad those fucks are only memories.”

“But, what we learned is real,” Paul insisted as he started a slow fuck stroke with his thick twelve inches as John stroked my pole with his ass.

Paul seemed to know all my pleasure buttons. It wasn't just my prostate any more. My guts were like a pinball machine with sensitive spots all over. There seemed to be over a dozen different paths a dick could take through my guts. Each had their spots at different depths and intensity. I could feel each inch of his flesh tube as he filled me.

Meanwhile my own cock was gripped along its entire length my John's tight ass. It squeezed me tight in a wave-like milking motion. I shot up to an almost instant orgasm. My cum jetted into my son. The brothers spurted their own fountains. John sprayed the room with his seed as Paul filled my guts while continuing to play my sensitive points like a virtuoso. Every time my orgasm would start to fade they would find a new spot to stimulate and a new rush of pleasure would build. I didn't go from one orgasm to the next but rather had a continuous experience with peaks and plateaus of sensation. It lasted for hours. I had no way telling or interest in noting the passing of time. Instead the events were delaminated by changes in players or positions as my sons left, replaced by the houseboys or Randy, and then returned, and different dicks and different holes were stroked and filled.

When I eased off I became aware that I was in bed with Chuan. He had my cock in both his hands and was drinking the final spurts from my hose. Chuan's body was soaked with cum as was the bed and a good portion of the room. The cum pools on the furnishings were being absorbed by some process that was starting to eliminate the traces of my sex play now that the new flow had almost stopped.

Chuan looked up from his attentions to my cock and said, “John and Paul have brought some friends over and asked if you would like to join them at the pool.”

“Sure, I'd like to meet my sons' friends. I'll take a shower, put on a suit and be right out. How long was I…you know…out of touch?”

“To answer your last question, only four days. Randy says we shouldn't go over a week to start. We'll mix the marathons with periods of regular sex to let you catch up on the world. I'll help you clean up. We won't need a suit. These are guys your sons met in school and they're all looking to suck or be fucked or both. A couple dozen horny high school athletes can put a strain on even the men of this household.”

I went to the shower and let Chuan wash my body and shampoo cum from my hair. He spread my butt with four of his fingers to let about a gallon of cum drain. He said I'd need the room. He held my upside down with one arm around my waist while he plunged the other inside me up to the shoulder to get me good and clean while avoiding the spots that might set me off prematurely. I was impressed. At only a muscular five foot six, he was easily ten times stronger than he looked. Satisfied, he put me down, turned off the water and guided me from the shower. He wrapped an extra large towel around us both and used it to dry our bodies. I felt his six-inch piece, hard as a steel pipe, poking into my body as he rubbed us dry. My fifteen-inches was standing straight up ready for action when he finished and we headed to the pool.

The scene was incredible. My sons' classmates were naked around the pool. One group was already serviced. They lay in various postures of exhaustion, cum leaking from mouths or asses. The men of my household were hard at work on the second group while those that hadn't yet started looked on stroking their erections.

Chuan spotted a candidate for his attentions and ran to him. He'd chosen a muscular black stud about six foot two and 220 solid pounds. He grabbed the guy's hips and hoisted him into the air. With a smooth motion he positioned the legs of the startled boy on his shoulders and bent the body almost double to impale his sex probe into its hole before his victim could comprehend what was happening. He probably never imaged he could be controlled so easily by the Chinese that was so much smaller. Yet here he was held in the air like a doll and stroked along the steely shaft that penetrated him, defeating all resistance. His eight-inch dick knew. It was hard against his abdominal muscles, leaking a steady stream of precum that flowed in little rivulets in the valleys of his muscles and dripped down his side.

I went over to John and Paul who were fucking two boys in the pool. I saw that Randy had three boys stacked up. He had a big football or basketball player face down on the bottom. A swimmer type was on the first guy's back with his dick up the butt beneath him. A third guy, probably a gymnast, was on the top similarly plugged into the second one. Randy spread all their legs wide and moved behind them. I saw he sported triple fifteen-inch cocks that he proceeded to plug into the three asses in front of him, sharing the space with the normal-sized cocks already in the bottom two holes. As he shifted his hips from top to bottom of the stack, the cocks would stroke in and out of the boys who were soon quivering in sexual excitement.

“Hi Dad,” said Paul on my approach, keeping up a steady fuck motion on a well-built stud about six foot four. “This is the football team quarterback. Sorry he can't say hello, but I promised him a ten minute orgasm and we're only half done.” I noticed that a ribbon of white was issuing from the tip of his nine-inch prick and dispersing in the water of the pool. That contrasted to the clouds of cum pouring out of his overflowing ass that Paul continued to pump vigorously.

“Watch this Daddy,” says John who is fucking a gymnast type who has wrapped his legs around John's waist. He plants his mouth over the other boy's and dives to the bottom of the pool, pinning his conquest's back against the bottom as he continues to stroke through his clutching hole. The smaller kid has his eyes wide open underwater, staring at John who is forcing breath after breath into his lungs through their joined mouths. I can see his panic subside as it is overwhelmed by the rising sexual frenzy. He closes his eyes as cum streams from the tip of his straining member. Shortly clouds of foggy white appear by the kid's ass from John's copious discharge. They soon obscure the couple within a cocoon of love juice.

“Hey Bill, come over and meet my dad,” shouted Paul as he continued to unload up the dazed quarterback. A tall blond swimmer, who had been watching Paulo fuck one of his teammates, looked over and headed toward me.

“Hello sir,” he said. “I can see you're their father,” holding my erect cock with his hand. “I really enjoy being fucked by your sons. Everyone does. Would you fuck me? Please.”

“Bill is captain of the swim team. He was our first fuck at school. He likes it fast, deep and rough,” added Paul.

“OK Bill, get ready for the ride of your life,” I said turning him around and forcing him to bend over.

I pushed my hard shaft down to horizontal and sliced it through his firm glutes to rest against his entrance. I felt the ass lips spasm around the tip. I held his hips and pulled him back toward me embedding myself to the hilt in one savage stroke. I felt the resistance increase momentarily as the last few inches plunged into areas that my sons still were not long enough to reach. He screamed.

I pulled all the way out. He moaned as I withdrew and eased the pressure on his guts. The tip of my cock was streaked with his blood. I pushed into him again, spreading him open much more easily now. As my long strokes continued to move through him he started to whimper as his senses were saturated from the pleasure radiating from his insides.

As I picked up the pace on the near delirious swimmer, I watched Kunta across the pool assaulting what was clearly the school's basketball center. The lanky player was about six eight. Kunta's seven feet had enabled him to encircle his chest with hugely muscled arms holding their bodies together, the boy's back plastered to Kunta's deep chest. The tall youngster was held several inches off the ground impaled on all twenty inches of Kunta's black python.

Kunta would rock backwards, pushing his hips against the kid's ass. The boy would swing up away from Kunta as a foot to a foot and a half of black flesh would snake from his white butt only to plunge back in as his body fell back against his muscular companion with a loud slap of firm flesh meeting firm flesh. After a few dozen such strokes the kid's ten-inch tool sprayed a load that splashed his face and continued to erupt on each inward plunge. Kunta's shaft was soon coated in white from his own cum. As he pistoned inward jets would escape the seal he made with the boy's ass ring under considerable pressure. They were soon standing in a spreading puddle of juice.

Sensing Bill was close, I made a last stab, pinning him to my groin and unleashed a torrent of seed into his depths. The liquid fire entering his guts triggered his own release. I inseminated him for five minutes until his muscles went slack and he passed out. I eased him to the pool deck to recover and slipped out. My cum flowed out his distended hole and drained into the pool, now clouded by the gallons of seed discharged in and around it. I spotted another unoccupied young athlete and moved on.

By sunset each of the guests were serviced several times. They were dazed from sensory overload and unable to make coordinated movements. We huddled them together by twos in lounge chairs to recover while we went a few rounds with each other now that we were warmed up. About ten we were able to take them home. Kunta, Paulo and Chuan organized a car shuttle since most were still too distracted to drive. It was the first of years of parties we had at the house.