Page 82 of Milked

I looked at Father as his dark eyes gleamed in a combination of lust and humor. “You fuck him. I had him last.”

“You won’t get an argument from me.”

Father tugged at the base of the plug, making Ryder groan as he rested his hands on the wooden planks of the wall, bent over.

“That is so sexy and beautiful. How did you not squirm with this in you, Sweet Boy?”

He huffed a laugh. “With great difficulty. These jeans hid my erection, but the damn thing kept hitting my prostate. It won’t take much to make me come. I can promise you that.”

Father leaned over Ryder and put his mouth close to his ear. “I could edge you… deny you from coming.”

I could see Ryder visibly shudder. “I’m… not sure I can take that. Please don’t torture me, sir. You don’t even need to prep me. I’m all ready for you.”

I tucked myself in front of Ryder and pulled down my pants. We all kept our shirts and sweaters on because it was a cool day. I fisted my cock and stroked it a few times as Father lined himself up with Ryder’s ass.

“Don’t go easy on me,” he said to Father. “Please… I want to be fucked hard, sir.”

I fisted his hair and lifted his head to look at me with him still bent in half. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

“Choke me.”

My cock pulsed with his words, and a bead of pre-cum slipped out. “Lick it,” I ordered.

He kept his eyes on me as his tongue peeked out and licked up the little bead over the sensitive head.

I looked at Father. “Let’s fuck his face and ass hard, Daddy.”

He nodded, lined up his large cock to Ryder’s hole, and grabbed onto his hips. “Ready, Sweet Boy? Are you ready to be stretched and filled?”

“More than ready.”

Father didn’t just shove it in; otherwise, it would’ve injured him. However, he wasn’t gentle either, sinking farther into Ryder with each hard thrust. As soon as he was fully seated, Father looked at me and nodded.

I still had a hold of Ryder’s hair. “Open your mouth.”

He did as he was told, and I eased my cock in as far as it would go, far enough to make him choke and gag around my length. Tears pooled in his eyes, and you could hear his breathing wheezing through his nose.

“Fuck, seeing you bent over, taking it from both ends, is hot as hell, Rye-baby.”

So maybe having fun in an animal stall wasn’t the worst. All I could focus on was Father’s face with his brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched as Ryder’s tight ass squeezed the hell out of him. That, along with Ryder’s warm, wet mouth, choking on me and using his tongue underneath the head of my dick whenever I pulled back, allowing him to breathe.

God, I loved it when the three of us were together like this. No pain, no suffering, no grieving could be felt. We lived in the moment of pleasure and love.

The space was filled with panting, heaving, slurping, gagging, the slapping of skin, grunting, moaning, whimpering… It was an arousing symphony of sounds. Between Ryder’s mouth wrapped around me and the musky smell of sex, I was lost in it.

“Fuck, your ass is perfect, Sweet Boy,” Father rasped. “So beautifully prepped for me.”

Ryder’s face was streaming with tears from gagging, so I pulled back and allowed him to get me off with his tongue and suck the cum out of me.

“Are you close, Precious?” Father asked me.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Ryder, make our boy come.”

He grunted around my cock, and looked at me with watery, hazel eyes, which sent a shiver up my spine from pleasure as he ran his tongue underneath my length, and to the sensitive head. After he swiped his tongue over the slit, he sucked me down again, and Father’s thrusting made Ryder’s head bob.

I closed my eyes to the sensation, getting lost in his mouth, his talents improving each time we did this. Warmth spread throughout my body, and the pressure grew around my groin, my balls getting heavy and drawing up tight.

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