Interview: Blondeboy3435

First, let me apologize to Josh!e in the delay in getting this out, but my new job and schedule has been insane. Next I want to say thank you to him for his time for this interview as I thought my followers would love insight into his art as well as himself

PB: This interview is with Josh!e of @blondeboy3435 Twitter. Let me start by asking you about the artwork you do. I'm assuming it's digital of some sort is that right? Or are you drawing them?

Josh!e: No not drawn, I wish. I find porn pictures or other pictures to draw the inspiration I have a couple of Apps I run them through and voila. I used to do it before but my account was shut down.

PB: Shut down because of the content you create?

Josh!e: I’m assuming. I try to only use pictures of porn stars who want their pictures to be seen in pornographic nature, I kinda wasn’t doing that before.

PB: I think porn stars would want their pictures seen in pornographic nature, why else do it? But I do get it. I've been repeatedly asked why I don't tag every porn star in every photo & there's just no way as I store images till the inspiration strikes for the text. I'm assuming it's the same for you.

Josh!e: Oh yeah I definitely don’t tag the porn star. Yes it’s the same for me, I search for photos and save them and send them to my tablet where I make the content. Then send it back to my phone where I tweet it out from.

PB: Sometimes I sit on photos for months till the inspiration hits, longer for the longer stories on my blog. I tweet out from my laptop & the stories on the blog too. Usually written months in advance. But what started you creating your content?

Josh!e: The lack of content for the niche to begin with.

PB: Exactly my answer, if I were asked that question.

Josh!e: Most porn is dead silent in the genre no one is talking most the time, I don’t need it to be real just that it might be but it’s almost like the porn actors don’t know each other and they’re supposed to be father and son.

PB: Most porn is very badly scripted/written. For me it was the lack of the identifying or storylines of pussyboys in gay porn though a decent amount exhibit a lot of the behavior of pussyboys: submissiveness, not touching their junk, remaining limp while getting fucked.

Josh!e: I haven’t got into the submissive part although I have been and can be, I don’t like the idea of putting my dick in a cage. But I could do it if my Dad is into it.

PB: Submissiveness is natural for me, I'd cage it if I had a Daddy.

Josh!e: If the porn was more verbal I can get into it, then they use the same actors over and over. Austin Young, Legrand Wolf.

PB: True. Or the same ole plot.

Josh!e: What sites do you use for pictures?

PB: bdsmlr, newtumblr, mewe & specific bing.com searches for specific themes. I'd love to hear a top in gay porn say to the bottom, "open up that pussy" lol.

Josh!e: I use adonismale.com/gallery/

PB: is it the picture that inspire the text or the other way around or a bit of both?

Josh!e: A bit of both. When I find sites like this it’s the picture then the text. If I’m searching I think of something and find a pic the would best go with the text.

PB: And the text draws from fantasy, reality, or both?

Josh!e: Both. Mostly fantasy.

PB: things you want to hear?

Josh!e: I dunno, lol. Sometimes it’s just a combination of words that you string together that has a sorta rhythm.

PB: I find that especially true when writing longer things.

Josh!e: Sometimes I focus on a picture and talk to myself out loud like driving in the car and find what sounds the most titillating.

PB: grrrr to be in that car <lol>. What do you think your fans respond to most?

Josh!e: In the car by yourself if when you’re the most you, especially driving at night where no one can see you, it’s like you’re in a sound proof box. Lol when I just do one picture.

PB: I tend to think about dialogue for my book characters in the car. But I love when you do more than one pic. I'd love to almost see a strip.

Josh!e: I’ve done like a 5 page comic one time and it didn’t get many likes.

PB: I would have adored that.

Josh!e: But that was the account that got shut down. A fan actually saved some of it and sent me some when he noticed my art on here.

PB: Figures, huh. Why is that that Twitter as a whole be so anti gay erotica.

Josh!e: It detours me from putting to much work into anything for fear my account will be shut down again.

PB: It's why I do blogspot.

Josh!e: Plus people don’t seem to respond to it as much.

PB: would you consider commissions?

Josh!e: I like how your twitter base can grow so fast. Depends on what you’d want me to do. I try not to grow so fast as I did last time so it (my Twitter) doesn’t get noticed somehow.

PB: That's my thought too.

Josh!e: I had like 2,660 followers when I was shut down.

PB: MY first shut down was around 15,000.

Josh!e: That sucks ass, in the bad way.

PB: I started following you because in your art you use the word "pussy".

Josh!e: Its a word I'm stuck on. I like using cunt too.

PB: I get that. I use it big time too. It's what we as bottoms are used as, in my opinion.

Josh!e: I imagine it's a mostly straight man's attempt to keep his straight-hood. It's just pussy to them, a place to nut.

PB: I personally find more gay man use it <lol>.

Josh!e: Well, I haven't fucked many men that claimed to be straight an when I did we didn't talk much about it <lol>.

PB: True. I only bottom so there's that, and I KNOW my pussy is my only sex organ.

Josh!e: Me too. I usually like men larger (more endowed I'm assuming here) than me so it'd make it awkward in my opinion.

PB: So you're a pussyboy?

Josh!e: I guess <lol>. I've never used that terminology.

PB: But, you call it your pussy?

Josh!e: I've heard the terminology but never said, "I'm a pussyboi. I've said fuck my pussy.

PB: Do you think there's a difference on saying "fuck my pussy" to calling yourself a pussyboy and if so what is it?

Josh!e: I don't think there's a difference or I haven't really thought about it.

PB: So what keeps you motivated to do what you do?

Josh!e: It's almost anthropological seeing what people respond to. Sometimes it surprises you what takes and what what gets people off.

PB: That is so true. The things I think will be a huge hit just kind of are not, and the ones that do I'm like ok, that's a bit odd.

Pre-Wedding Jitters

"I know what you did last night for your bachelor party."

"Oh, shit!I fucked it up big time, didn't I?"

"Well not too terribly if you ask me."

"How can you say that IF indeed you know exactly what I did and where?"

"Oh I know you were at Club Houston last night, in a double room, door wide open, blindfolded, drunk and high as fuck, naked; and pussy up and from what my best man tells me you were fucked by sixty guys you never saw."

"How does Kirk know that?"

"Well silly you have his husband as your matron of honor and well, Kyle texted him the info last night and Kirk fucked and bred you at least twice."

"Shit. Are you calling off the wedding?"

"Nope. Oh I knew you were a whore. Hell I met you the first time at the baths myself and fell in love with you and your killer pussy then. You were in the same position then as you were last night."

"I remember. You bred me three times that night."

"That's right, but you're not off the hook."

"What do you mean?"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean and exactly what I require."

"But the wedding is in twenty minutes."

"I don't care," the look was stern beyond belief.

"But, Daddy!"

"I'm not telling you twice, baby girl."

Charlie walked over to Jimmy a tear running down his face. Undid the belt of his pants, unzipped his fly, unbuttoned the waistband button, took his pants completely off, folded them and put them off the chair. Walked closer to Jimmy completely naked from the waist down and bent over his knee bare butt up.

"I had one rule. Didn't I?"

"Yes you did, Daddy."

"And what was Daddy's rule, princess?"

"You have to be present if I get fucked by anyone else."

"You broke that rule didn't you princess?"

"Yes, yes I did Daddy."

"You know what happens when baby girl breaks the rules, don't you, princess?"

"An over the knee, bare pussy spanking, Daddy."

"That's right." Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Just then the matron of honor walked in. "I'd walk right back out the way you came in unless you want your pussy to be next, Kyle!"

"Yes, Sir. Right away Sir!"

Charlie was crying. He's ass was already red.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Those four hits were right on his swollen puffy pussy lips.

"YOUCH, Daddy that really hurts. Please stop. Please. I'll do anything."

"Well, maybe."

"Oh gawd, please no more spanking Daddy. Please. I promise to a really good girl from now on."

"Well, you know that condition too baby girl. Tell Daddy what he needs to hear from you."

"I'm sorry Daddy. But I can tell you, that you were the first guy that fucked me that night, the guy right in the middle number thirty and you were the last. One more thing you never left the room. But what I don't understand is why the spanking Daddy... if we both knew you were there last night?"

"When Kyle texted her Daddy the Club Houston info and Kirk told her to keep the door locked & you entertained till we got there; I made a beeline to baths. I knew it might be bad luck if I saw you the night before, but the thing is cupcake you never saw me. I wore your favorite cologne and I figured you could tell which dick was mine, and I was right. As far as the spanking goes, well Daddy loves spanking your pussy. Now go get your pants back on, we're going to go get married."

The Neighbor's Pool

The neighbor told me I could use his pool any time.  I'd taken him up on the offer repeatedly. Sometimes he was home, sometimes he wasn't.  Sometimes we sat around and had a few beers, sometimes we didn't.  We'd never done any nudity; previously, I'd always worn y speedo.  However, today I'm hornier than hell, Dirk is really sexy and, by god, today I was determined to use more than his pool.

I heard him arrive home from work as he walked through his house to the backyard.  I propped myself on an inflatable, bare ass naked and ass up, and gave him a come-on sort of look over my right shoulder.  Taking in the view, he stepped outside the glass doors and held eye contact just long enough for me to notice he was staring  I said in the sexiest voice I possibly could, "Hey, Dirk, how's it hanging?"

He answered with, "Jesus, Dan, are you serious?"

"Dead serious, Dirk dead fucking serious."  I'd obviously gotten my point across.

Slowly he took off his jacket, removed his tie then his shirt.  His upper body was a view I'd lusted after often... all muscle and hairless.  He tossed off his shoes and socks then opened his slacks and let them drop to the ground.  His boxers hit the deck next as he stepped toward the pool.  His average size dick and balls fell into a nice hang below his trimmed, black bush of pubic hair.  I was hard already.

I floated in the shallow end and waited for Dirk to reach me.  When he did, he stood there looking at me, well, at my ass mostly.  He commented, "nice pussy."

I responded with, "Except you can touch it and it won't break."

He put his hand forward and ran it down my smooth, tan ass then jerked it back as though he had been burned.  I pulled his arm over and replaced his hand on my right butt cheek.  I rubbed his hand up and down, moaning loudly as I did.  By now, I could see his hard cock rising above the water.  Long, thin, with a perfect point to the shape of its head, I knew it would slide in easily when the time came.  

Dirk began to finger my crack and brush my cunt lips as he observed my reaction.  And, react I did...I was so fucking horny that, under his touch, I thrashed all over that inflatable.  I buried my face into the damp plastic and lifted my ass higher in the air, spreading my legs further apart and revealing my throbbing pussy.  He did exactly as I'd hoped...mashed his pretty face into my butt.  With his arms, he separated my legs even farther and sent his tongue in deeper.  By now, I was literally vibrating, a testament to how horny I truly was.

After slobbering all over my crack, taint and especially my cunt, he sat back then stood.  He pushed that beautiful pecker through my tight pink pussy, slowly, painstakingly, a half inch at a time, until his pubes and balls hit my upturned ass.  Lying over my back, he leaned forward and took my ear between his lips.  Teeth nibbling on an ear lobe, tongue licking my neck, my moans were becoming louder and louder.  Dirk knew exactly how to work me into a frenzy.  By the time he pulled back and thrust forward, beginning to establish a rhythm to this fuck, I'd had enough.  Nearly yelling, I came hard, blowing an enormous load into the pool water.  I quivered and thrashed and rolled uncontrollably while he continued to shove his dick deeper and deeper with each drive, forcing blast after blast from my nuts.

Dirk whispered, "You hot, sexy fucking slut, I'm gonna cum."  I felt his prick begin to pulse in my twat and I knew I was being bred.  I said, "Keep going man, hit me hard, let me have all of that cum," while I tried to milk everything he had into my greedy pussy.  I could hear him breathing hard and felt his grip on my waist tighten as his balls emptied.  Finally, with a feral roar and one more vicious thrust, he'd finished.

Neither of us moved for a couple of minutes.  No one said a word until Dirk pulled back and rolled me over to face him.  The satisfied look on his face I'm certain matched my own.  Dirk began with, "So, answer a question for me.  You've been coming over here for about a year.  Why pick tonight to have me cunt you?"

"It's Friday, I was super horny and you're not working this weekend.  I thought, maybe, we'd spend a few days laying out here and fucking like crazy.  Timing seemed right to me."

Dirk laughed, threw my legs over his shoulders and slammed his rigid organ way up inside me once again.  I guess he approved of my answer. 

I'm The Only One Who Hasn't

Geoff, my brother, could always talk me into anything. We were on vacation, sharing a room and a bed because of a hotel mistake. They had porn on the tv, and Geoff found a gay film. Turning it on, one guy was getting fucked by two guys up the ass at the same time while a third was down the bottom's throat, Geoff turned to me and said he had a secret fantasy of fucking a guy. Not just any guy though. He had a long time fantasy of dicking me. "Come on," he taunted. "I'll go easy on you. Besides all of my buddies have already fucked and bred you. I'm the only one who hasn't."

"Not with that big dick of yours," I said. "I've heard the stories of girls squealing when you fuck them. How they walk funny for a week."

"Come on. I know you could take it. I've heard overheard sime of the guys at the gym talk about what a prime piece of pussy you are."

We were already naked, slightly drunk and already boned. And, as he knew I would, I gave in. "Just don't cum in me, man. That changes a guy forever when his own brother breeds him; having another guy dump their load deep inside them. That shit can turn a guy into a cum dump."

"Rumor at the gym is you already are one. Present your pussy to Daddy, baby girl." I got up on all fours, my ass high in the air, legs spread real wide, chest and head on the bed and wiggled my butt. My hairless balls were swinging beneath me.

I was a bit suspicious when he found a bottle of lube and poppers in his luggage. Like he'd planned this well in advance. Before he fucked me, he put his cock in my face and told me to just suck the head.

He knew I would..... I did. And, it wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. I liked how his cock stretched my lips and filled my mouth. I tongued him, tasting his precum, thinking that tasted great.

Then, when he turned me over he poured some lube on my hole and fingered some inside me before lining his cock tip up to my pucker. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted as I felt the pressure of his cock push into me, then the head pop past my sphincter and his fat shaft start to worm down into my guts. I hit the poppers hard. He went slow, letting me get used to his length and girth. But, it was a lot of dick. Then, I felt his pubes on my upturned ass. 

"I'm all the way inside your pussy," Geoff's gruff voice said into my ear as his body lay on top of mine. Then he started slow fucking, then faster, then faster. Soon enough I was grunting with each hard thrust as he rutted my twat for all he was worth, his big cock now touching, then jabbing my prostate rentlessly, making my toes curl and making me moan. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. "Fuck me, Geoff. Fuck my cunt."

"You like this, huh? Meant to be MY pussy, huh, cuntboi!"

"It feels so fucking good."

Geoff pounded me for a good hour, solid, slowing down when he got close, then going at it again, til I was an incoherent sweaty gaping, sloppy mess. Then he started his full rut to the finish line. And, what a ride it was, til with a bellow and a violent thrust deep into me, Geoff bred my hole, christening it as pussy, turning me gay. That vacation I spend more time naked, and my cock sucking skills got better and my pussy was always full of cum. Geoff actually found a couple jocks at the bar and brought them back and they all used my mouth and cunt all night long. 

Now, back home, Geoff suggested I move into his bedroom, so my pussy is available for him whenever he wants. He's started to whore me out, taking the money against rent. It's become more and more frequent, and I know he's making way more than I was paying in rent. But now I quit my job, and he keeps me naked all the time...

The Halloween Cat

I came out late in life. Hell, my only son was a freshman in college when I did it that spring. He surprised my husband and I that Christmas by coming out as gay as well. But this story isn't about that, neither of our coming out stories are that vastly different from hundreds you read about every other day of the week.

This story is the following year Halloween; Ashton was now a sophomore, involved in the gay student union as their president and my husband and I were getting ready to have our first wedding anniversary when we decided to visit Fairfield University, a Jesusit Catholic college in Connecticut. Ashton had just transferred from NYCU and the move shocked us. A religious institute and our gay kid, with his gay father and step-dad and we my husband was Jewish and I converted----oy! We arrived a few days earlier and stayed with Ashton as he was renting a house from my ex-wife's sister, Jenny. A lovely New England four bedroom for next to nothing away from campus on five lovely acres. He lived by himself and the place was spotless.

Halloween morning Frank and I  woke to the smell of coffee, bacon, an apple pie we felt for sure was in the oven, and walking to the kitchen in our Andrew Christian's heard potatoes frying. Standing at the stove in fake black cat ears, and just a bowtie was my son scrambling eggs. He was stark naked & locked in a pale pink chastity cage.

"Trick or treat, Dad and Frank." 

Franked eyed Ashton with a raised eyebrow before he spoke, "Um, Ash, what are you suppose to be besides being naked?"

"Oh that's easy, silly. I'm the Halloween pussy."

Before I could say a word Frank said, "I'll say and some pussy too, I say. Just like his Dad's I bet."

"FRANK!" I bellowed, "He doesn't need to know I'm your pussy."

"Well, he does now," Frank giggled.

"Oh, I knew. Believe me I knew before now. Mama told me when you had come out that she walked in on the two of you and Frank was as she put it, 'cunting you stupid."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh christ." 

Frank was laughing as he took off his underwear, his erection springing in front of him.

"And EXACTLY what are you doing Mr. Man," I said matter of factly to my husband.

"Getting comfortable," he answered as he walked over to me and ripped my underwear off of me.

"FRANK! They were brand new!"

He grabbed me by my arm, turned me over his knee and proceeded to spank me in front of my own son.

"Why don't you shut up for once you whiny lil bitch. Set a good example for your son, on what a good boi-wife is supposed to be. Be a good lil girl and Daddy just might fuck your pussy later after breakfast."

I laid over his knee with my mouth agape in shock. Just then Ashton spoke up.

"You know pop, your a lucky cunt-boi. Frank loves you. Hell he adores you. Look at him, he's gorgeous, all muscly and a big ole dick on him and you are his girl. I'd be beyond thrilled to be a girl like you with a guy like Frank on my arm."

"You would?" Frank blushed.

"Sure would. Why else do you think I'm standing here naked with cat ears on being as I said Halloween pussy?"

"Trying to steal your own father's husband. I see how it is you lil slut. Well not on my watch."

"OH do shut up already. The kid isn't trying to steal me away. He just wants laid."

"That's it exactly, pop. I don't want to steal Frank away. I'm just tired of being a virgin."

"Do me a favor you stupid slut and eat your son's pussy out for me. As they say in certain circles 'prep' his pussy for Daddy. Do it and I'll eat you out as you eat him out."

Keith's Birthday

Andrew had been a very young father, all of seventeen when the one and only female he had ever fucked came back a few weeks later and told him he was going to be a father.  Instead of marrying her Andrew came out.... not only as gay, but as a big ole bottom. By nineteen he had a lover, and at twenty they had married.

He and Jerry raised Andrew's son, Keith, after Keith's ma went MIA with some trucker. Keith loved having two Daddies growing up, he felt it made him unique and he knew his biological father was "the wife" in the sexual department of that relationship as he could hear off and on Jerry say through the thin walls, "come on you slut... and open that pussy" as the headboard banged the wall many a night and he could Jerry whimper as he got rode and rode hard by Jerry's eight and a half inch dick.

Keith as a lil kid hated wearing his clothes and at three and four would throw tantrums if he had to wear anything at all, so Jerry and Andrew became home nudists so the poor kid felt comfortable. At nine Keith told his Daddies over Thanksgiving he was gay, and at fourteen Andrew found Keith one night, during the middle of the night had stolen one of his dildos and was fucking himself silly with it.

It was about three a.m. and Andrew had been walking to the john down the hall when he walked by Keith's room and saw Keith's ass facing his open door, impaled on his favorite ten inch dildo. Keith had his head buried in his pillows moaning as he thrashed his hole. Andrew watched for four or five minutes in silence before continuing on to piss in the bathroom, watched four or five minutes on his way back to bed; then went back to his shared bedroom with Jerry, sliding his greased up ass on Jerry's sleeping erection and fell asleep himself.

Three days before Keith's nineteenth birthday Andrew left to do grocery shopping and half way to the store realized he left the grocery list on the kitchen counter, turned around and drove back to the house. He parked the car in the drive, walked in the front door and could hear two men having sex. 

"Oh fuck yea, such a hungry lil pussy." 

Andrew was crushed. Who was the home wrecker having sex with his husband? He stormed through the kitchen straight to bedroom to confront Jerry and this slut. He was horrified to see Jerry balls deep in Keith's upturned ass.

Jerry chuckled, "caught him with your favorite pussy toy buried deep in his twat. Like father like son. So I had to cunt the fucker, you know." Andrew involuntarily and without even thinking unzipped his pants and began jerking off watching his husband cunt his son.

Andrew jerked his cock as he watched. "Look at what I've turned your son's asshole into, you big ole dick hungry girl.  If you were any kind of MAN, you'd be fucking his tight lil cunt too with that little dick of yours, but NO.... I do..... and I fuck your pussy too don't I, you bitch. Why not not get over here and go pussy up for Daddy as well," Jerry bellowed at Andrew snapping him out of it. "Luckiest goddamn man alive two big ole pussygurls living under my roof."

Andrew moaned and stopped jerking off, took off his clothes and got on the bed just like his son... ass up. Jerry went back and forth between his husband's and step-son's greased up cunts. Andrew wanted to wait to cum until the moment his husband bred his son's pussy for the first time.  Sucking that load out of his son's oozing cunt after his husband pulled out of his son's twat would get him off again.

Mount Katahdin

 

It was late June and the phone rang when my phone rang on Monday.

"Hey Gregory, you got a few minutes to talk."

"Sure do. What's up." It was my baby brother, actually my only sibling.  I was two years older and many confused us as twins. I was twenty-four and he was twenty-two.

"Well July fourth is Thursday and I know we both have a four day weekend and neither of us having plans I was wondering if you'd want to go roughing it near Mount Katahdin but away from the Appalachian Trial, the way less touristy part walk a few miles in and spend the weekends when we ere teenagers."

He was right I had no plans at all, and the trip sounded like so much fun as we used to camp all the time as teenagers borrowing our Dad's V.W. Bug, the original that is not the remake. We were also both horribly single as Marty was horribly shy, and I was kind of nerdy and worked way to much overtime. "Sure I'd love too. But lets leave right after work on Wednesday. I can take the bus downtown  and you pick me up in Dad's old bug just like old times."

"Great. I"ll you see you then."

Five o'clock finally rolled around and I climbed into the VW with my brother. I came out of the office wearing a t-shirt and teeny nylon shorts.

"That outfit is awful daring for work there Greg. Those were any shorter your junk be falling out."

"Oh don't be silly I changed in the locker room the office has for the gym and left my suit and tie locked there."

We drove for a bit smoking dope all the way there as our father grew it in the basement of our old childhood home. We arrived at Mount Katahdin and took the most scenic country road we knew of, that ran int o the middle of no where. Parked the car at the edge of the forest, hide by some big ole bushes so we weren't towed; and even hung a sign in the front window that said "camping"... just like old times. We walked seven miles into the woods, Greg leading the way and from behind I could tell he had bulked up muscle wise, especially his bouncing bubble butt in those itty bitty shorts. We used this ole handmade trail, we made years ago as kids, when our family went camping and walked the five miles to the spot near the stream. Took off our shirts a quarter of the way there and then set up the single eight man tent our dad still had and gathered firewood.

By the time we were finished it was noon, tit was time for some grub and it was the heat of the day. No one was around for as far as the eye could see, and no one was years ago either. Apparently this spot never saw but our yearly traction and was still our own private paradise. We both smoked some more dope and Marty started the fire for the hotdogs in the cooler, which other then the tent was our largest thing we carried. The beer we had used a mini dolly for the ten cases we brought. The flames were high as it started.

"Hey we have some time for a dip in the river if you want, before we can use that fire without burning everything. I'll race you to the water." I dropped my shorts and was naked dashing to the river as Marty struggled with his shorts and Andrew Christian's I noticed he was wearing.

Damn! He's gorgeous! What a physique! I swear even his dick has gotten bigger somehow. Dear good look at that chiseled ass of his, Marty thought as he watched his brother.

"Water feels great, you better hurry up."

Mart ran naked to the stream and jumped in. They horsed around in the water, splashing each other, tossing each other around, even wrestling in the water. Noticing the fire had died down they got out.

"Shit, I forgot the towels," Mart said.

"It's ok bro. It's just us. We'll dry."

Marty grabbed the sticks and the both bent down and started roasting the hotdogs. 

"I hope you remembered ma's potato salad."

"Sure did grabbed it this morning before work. Even kissed her for you."

"You're such a good boi, Marty." They began drinking beer with lunch.

Well that seems a bit odd he called me a boi. I'm just two years younger. It was then he noticed again Greg's big dick.

"Hey, I brought something fun."

"You did what."

Greg opened his back pack took out a small bag, opened it, wet his finger stuck it in, moved over right next to Marty and proceeded to stick his finger in his anus.

"Booty Bumps." He left his finger for a second before remove it from his brothers tightness.

"Oh god, that kind of weekend, drunk, high, and drying off from every swim."

"My kind of fun," Greg smiled.

"I see." By dusk they were so drunk and high it wasn't even funny.

Sitting around the fire, after the moon was in the sky and a moonlight swim Greg spoke up."Want to play a game?"

"All I brought was cards, bro."

"I'm to wasted for that. Wasted brings about honesty. Why don't we play Truth or Dare?"

"Aren't we a lil old for that?"

"Oh come on, were older now so much more to ask."

"Oh alright. I'll say truth," Marty spoke up.

"Have you been staring at me off and on all day or is it just me?"

"What do you mean by that."

"Exactly what I said."

"Ok, maybe a lil, but you've seemed to bulk up since I last saw you. Have you?

"Truth is, yes I have five pounds the last couple months.I get to ask again since I answered your question Greg said.

"Hey that's not fair," Marty giggled but ok. "Truth"

"You dating anyone?"

"Nope did for about two weeks, they called it off. Not their type they said."

"They, huh," Greg cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey I ask the question now, Mr. Muscles," Marty roared in laughter. "Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"You seeing anybody?"

"Nope not yet. Hopelessly single," and Greg passed out drunk.

Marty got him to the tent somehow and on top of the queen size air mattress. He rifled through Greg backpack and found nothing but a wife-beater top. Greg was laying on his back, legs parted his dick snaking it's way down his upper leg. Marty climb unto the air mattress naked as well, and the minute he laid down he passed out. Around three a.m. Greg woke up stumbled out of the tent, walked a few feet away still drunk and pissed. Once back into the tent he saw Marty asleep on his back, his hard on bobbing in front of him. Eight big inches was his guess. That's when Greg decided to level the playing field reached into Marty's backpack grabbed the four pair of his Andrew Christian's went back outside and threw them on the coals and they went up in flames. He grabbed the bag of cock, wet his finger and stuck a booty bump up his ass and one into a sleeping Marty's. He bent the wrong way with the ziplock bag sealed in his hand and was millimeters from Marty's dick. He engulfed it, balls deep effortlessly. Blowing Marty like a whore, rolling his heavy balls in his hands.

Startled awake mid blowjob, "Greg what the hell!"

"Sorry couldn't resist. Looked to good to resist if you ask me," he mumbled through a mouth full of dick.

"Are you gay?"

"Yup. Gay as a goose. Big ole pussygurl, despite my muscles."

"A what did you call yourself?"

"Oh, that. A pussygurl. You know effeminate, girly bottom gay 'guy' who calls his sexual bits my feminine terms. Asshole is called 'my pussy'," he even made the air quotes when he said it, "and I'm a big old submissive too. Dick me down like some cheap slut and I'll you Daddy," he giggled. "Was your they you spoke of during truth or dare a guy, Marty?"

"Yeah, he was. How you'd know though."

"Simply because you used they." He went back to deep throating Marty like a madman."

"You know keep that up, and I'm going to want more than just lips. The former somewhat boyfriend said my dick was just too big for him. It's why he left. Said I left him a sore, gaping cavern."

"I say sign me up, cunt my pussy but good Daddy!"

"Get up on all fours, and show Daddy some twat, you bitch..."