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Ladies and/or gentlemen, we’ve written our first gay story.

“What do you mean? All of our stories are gay.”

I mean, well…

“Don’t get me wrong, I like our stories. But somehow it’s even gay when our straight people are fuckin’.”

First of all, shut up. Second of all… There’s no second of all. Shut up.

“That’s what I thought.”

But seriously folks, this story is pretty gay.

“Totally gay.”

And short.

“Yeah, we’re not sure if this story will have any sort of continuation after this point.”

Which is also pretty gay, but we’re also trying our hand at stroke stories.

“What do you mean? All of our stories give people strokes!”

Again, shut up.

“Fair enough. That sounded funnier in our head anyway.”

Enjoy, folks!

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Gonzo’s Reality Amulet

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Hank Torres stirred in bed, slowly waking up.

His back ached, his knees hurt, and the dryness in his throat was as annoying as it was familiar.

He didn’t sleep well, but that was likely due to his poor drinking habits.

The large man soon got up from bed and went to the attached bathroom, scratching his big beer belly and yawning most of the way. Once he was there, he filled a glass of water from the sink and pounded it down, then proceeded to strip out of his white T-shirt and thin blue pajama bottoms. The shower came on after that, and he stepped inside its steamy interior with a sigh of relief as the hot water rushed across his wide shoulders and muscular limbs.

He wished he was young again, as most middle-aged men often do, longing for the days when his libido was as strong and healthy as his back, and before the time he met his wife and had a kid with her.

Hank didn’t hate his son, who was now a young adult and just months away from graduating high school, but he despised his ex-wife Shauna for cheating on him for years and then leaving him to take care of Julian by himself.

If it wasn’t for her and her potent ovaries, he could’ve been living on top of the world as a single bachelor for the past twenty-years.

The man sighed, wondering why he was thinking about that so early in the morning. After all, he and Shauna split up over a year ago now. Maybe the drinking was just making him depressed, Hank thought to himself.

When his shower had concluded, he redressed in the same clothes he slept in, not bothering to put any underwear on.

His sons were living with him rent-free, and if they wanted him to be more modest, then they could contribute a little around the house instead of playing around on their phones all day.

Now in the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of hot black coffee and wandered over towards the front door.

As he wandered over towards the rolled-up newspaper resting in the center of his messy lawn with his mug of morning brew in hand, the strange sounds of squeaking began from down the sidewalk when he bent over to pick it up. He stood up straight to investigate, and raised an eyebrow when he witnessed a bizarre sight. While this person was indeed odd in appearance, Hank had a hard time getting over the fact that they were riding a unicycle.

They were dressed in a suit of all things, their short hair was silvery and metallic, and Hank couldn’t quite tell if they were male or female.

However, as soon as this person was passing by Hank’s home, the two locked eyes for only a moment.

After that, Hank simply stared blankly at the empty street, realizing that he’d spaced out for a moment.

He looked around at his quiet and peaceful neighborhood, completely alone.

With a shrug, having forgotten about the stranger, Hank turned around and went back into his house with a newspaper in hand.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he noticed that the mug of coffee in his hand was nowhere to be found. Instead, his closed fist opened up to reveal a small silver necklace with what looked to be a coin attached to it, one about the size of a half-dollar. Confused and startled by this revelation, he looked through the kitchen window above the sink towards the yard, finding no trace of his favorite mug.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled to himself, tossing the paper on the kitchen table as he examined the necklace. The metal coin attached to it had tiny inscriptions on both sides, and Hank was grateful that his sight wasn’t leaving him in his old age.

One side of the thick coin read “Gonzo’s Amulet” in bold italics, and the flip side read: “Whenever the wearer of this amulet pinches the disk with their fingers, reality will bend to the words they speak. The Amulet cannot be removed once around someone’s neck, and it will break in exactly twenty-four hours after that moment.”

“Bending reality, huh?” Hank said to himself with a chuckle, putting on the necklace. He briefly wondered where the necklace had come from in the first place, but if it worked as advertised, then he might not curse whatever weird god put it in his hand and stole his coffee cup.

With the amulet around his neck, he pinched it with his thumb and index finger and thought about what to say. If he could bend reality, then he could just make it so that he was young and rich, living in a mansion surrounded by sexy people. Then again, it might be like a genie wish thing, where the amulet might turn his words against him and make it so that all of his new wealth was gotten in a way that would bring the IRS down on his ass in a week.

“Well…” Hank said, rubbing his big stomach with his free hand as he figured that he should start small. “I don’t have any fat on my body, and I’m in great shape.”

In the next instant, the tall man shivered as his entire body vibrated in that very brief moment. With a gasp and wide eyes, Hank ran his free hand across his abdomen over his shirt, marvelling at how defined and firm his new set of six-pack abs felt. Not wasting another moment, he threw off his T-shirt and got a better view of his enhanced physique.

For the first time in over a decade, Hank could see his toes without having to lean forward.

Not only that, but there was a slow buildup of energy and vigor emanating from the core of his healthy and muscular body.

This was even more evident by the stirring of his meaty cock from within his thin bottoms, swelling up and pulsing with need as he imagined all of the things that were possible with his new toy.

Trading his coffee cup for such a thing was definitely worth-while, even though he still had no idea how the amulet wound up in his hand.

However, Hank wasn’t the kind of man to look a gift horse in the mouth, and he had a few ideas in regards to what was about to happen next.

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Julian sat up in bed and stretched, feeling more refreshed than usual.

The eighteen-year-old chalked it up to it being Saturday and his ability to sleep in. He’d also just finished taking all of his finals that past week, and he was confident that he’d aced them all. Julian didn’t like to brag about it, but he was a genius when it came to academics.

He slid out of bed and threw on a black t-shirt and red shorts, not planning to do anything that day aside from playing video games and relaxing.

On his way out, he decided to grab a quick shower before starting the day. Once Julian opened the door, he heard the shower already running, letting him know that someone was already in there. Whoever it was could’ve at least locked the door, Julian thought to himself with a roll of his eyes as he went to close the door.

“Hang on a second!” His father’s voice called out. “Who’s out there?”

“It’s just me.” Julian replied, holding the door open just slightly. “Do you need something?”

“Yes, actually.” Hank said, then chuckled. “Come on inside.”

Julian shrugged and did what he was told, not bothering to wonder why his dad needed him to physically be in the bathroom to tell him something. The young man stepped inside and closed the door, staring at the tall and muscular silhouette of Hank’s figure as he stood behind the steamy shower glass. It was intimidating as ever, even though he could only see its outline.

“What’s up?” Julian asked, crossing his arms. “Do you need a towel?”

“No, not yet anyway. Come on in and join me.” He said, as casual as ever.

With a nervous sigh, Julian began to do as he was told.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Julian said, slowly stripping off his clothes with a growing sense of confusion in his tone. “D-Did you use up most of the hot water already, or something?”

“Or something.” Hank chuckled, his deep manly voice echoing off of the tiled walls around them. “It’s completely normal for family to shower together, so I figured you and I could spend some time together before you get lost in those stupid games of yours today.”

That’s fair, Julian thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.

He and his dad haven’t been around each other much lately, but that was because Hank was such a boring guy, and they didn’t have much in common either.

Taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what waited inside, he stepped into the shower.

Hank was standing with his hands on his hips, his perfectly-sculpted figure looking as immaculate as ever as a silvery pendant hanging from his neck and dangling in front of the valley of his well-defined pecs. It was no wonder why Julian’s crazy mother married the guy forever ago, but it was puzzling as to why she ever left him and his amazing body, he briefly thought. He looked like a living Statue of David, only instead of a leaf covering his crotch, the man had a foot-long python sticking straight out from his sturdy midsection with a pair of fleshy baseballs hanging below it.

It instantly made him feel a bit self-conscious about his own less-than-adequate size, and the young man briefly wondered why his dad was erect, but Hank’s words snapped him out of his daze.

“What’s wrong?” Hank chuckled, giving his fat wet cock a slap with one hand while the other pinched the amulet he wore. “It’s not like you don’t have one just like it.”

“Y-Yeah…” Julian said nervously, then swallowed as his heart began to thump in his chest. His dad was right, the young man thought to himself as his own foot-long erection twitched and began to shine from the water crashing down around them.

“Relax.” Hank said, taking a step towards Julian and placing a hand on his shoulder, and the young man did just that. He was relaxed, despite his dad’s dick being inches away from his own.

“Sorry, that was weird.” Julian said as he gently shook his head, then gave Hank a calm but forced smile before walking into the main flow of water from the shower-head to douse himself. He sighed, running his fingers through shaggy brown hair.

“Damn, you look tense.” Hank said from behind Julian as he placed his strong hands on the young man’s shoulders. “I know you love massages, so let me take care of you.”

Julian didn’t notice it before, but yeah, he had been pretty tense since he woke up. Maybe he’d slept funny? Being that he was almost done with school, he couldn’t imagine why, but it was what it was, and he offered no resistance to his dad’s skillful hands as they began to massage his shoulders.

“Oh, wow.” Julian sighed, melting away and twitching as his dad’s strong fingers and knuckles hit every single spot they needed to. He couldn’t keep himself from letting out grunts and moans as the seconds passed.

“Damn, dad… I didn’t know you knew how to give massages…” Julian mumbled.

“I’m really good with my hands.” Hank chuckled from behind him, pulling a hand away for only a moment. “It’s a good thing that I’m allowed to touch people however I want, or else this could be weird.”

“You can say that again.” Julian said, paying no mind to the throbbing mass sliding between his cheeks and gently prodding his asshole. He wasn’t gay, but even that felt good, Julian had to admit.

Hank’s hands eventually moved away from Julian’s shoulders and slid under his arms, reaching forward and lower until they carefully wrapped themselves around Julian’s fat cock. It began to thump hard in his grasp, and the young man’s breathing became heavy and shaky as he teased the head against his palm. Julian wasn’t going to last, at this rate.

“You’re even harder than I am, son.” Hank whispered in Julian’s ear as he briefly pulled his hand back again, causing goosebumps to erupt across his entire body. “Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you without a hard-on. You must be horny all the time.”

Julian’s cock pulsed, its steely form twitching like mad as his dad began to pump away at it with one hand while the other went down to play with his large and very full balls. Hank was right, he was always horny, and he couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t hard. Even though the large and beefy hands in question didn’t belong to a cute girl, the young man had no complaints as to who was tending to his needy needs.

Their dicks were completely identical, so the skillfulness of his hands made sense on some level, Julian thought to himself with a chuckle as he moaned and reflexively pushed his ass back against Hank’s cock, which was now sliding up and between his unimpressive cheeks like an oversized hotdog while their bodies rubbed against one another’s.

If his dad wasn’t allowed to touch anyone in any way he wanted, what they were doing might be considered incest.

Not that he would’ve cared, Julian faintly thought.

He was too horny to care about anything besides getting off.

The young man could absolutely see himself sharing quite a few more showers with his father in the future if this is what they entailed.

“F-Fuck dad, I’m getting close.” Julian whimpered, his body wriggling against Hank as he felt a euphoric pressure building up in his groin. “Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hank said, pressing his hard body up against Julian’s softer frame, once again pulling a hand back while the other furiously jerked Julian’s thick pole. “Oh, and just a heads up, my hands can make someone cum harder than they ever have before.”

Those words threw Julian over the edge, and with an almost girly moan, Julian squirmed against Hank’s body as a power torrent of spunk shot out from his huge dick like a miniature firehose. The stream was constant and plentiful for a few seconds, but quickly turned into thick ropes before just a few last drops found their way out. All the while, Hank’s grip on his meaty member remained, still gently stroking his sensitive length as Julian’s orgasm finished.

Julian’s mind was a cloud of fog, and he slowly let himself collapse onto the shower floor to his knees, his wet body slipping from Hank’s grasp.

“That was awesome.” Hank said with a laugh, and when Julian was able to open his eyes and look up, he saw his father standing over him while stroking his own big dick. “How was it?”

Julian blinked, his cock still buzzing and tingling, just as hard as it was before.

“G-Good, yeah.” Was all he managed to say, his eyes locking in on Hank’s cock. If he wasn’t as horny as he was in that moment, then he might’ve been a bit bothered by his dad’s open display of masturbation.

His dad could touch anything he wanted on a person, but things would get very weird if Julian betrayed his sexuality and morals by being the one to touch Hank.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Hank asked, pinching the amulet. “It’s only natural to return the favor.”

Julian blinked.

His dad was right.

Incest or not, it was extremely rude to not pleasure someone if they pleasured you first.

“Sure, yeah…” He said, slowly bringing his hands up and grabbing at his dad’s fat cock. It jumped in his hands as his fingers wrapped around it, and despite them having matching dicks, Julian was surprised at how thick and sturdy it was as he slowly stroked its length.

Hank sighed and groaned, reaching forward to run a hand through his son’s shaggy brown hair, to which the young man found to be strangely pleasant.

“I can’t believe that I let you talk me into this.” Hank said, still pinching the amulet. “You must be obsessed with my cock.”

Julian paused for the briefest of moments before a wide smile crept across his lips.

It was true. When Julian entered the bathroom and realized his dad was the one showering, he knew that it was a prime opportunity to try and seduce the man. Thankfully his dad was already horny when he walked into the shower, so that made things easy. With a little bit of begging and teasing later, he had Hank eating from the palm of his hand. And now that Hank had gotten him off, the man had no reason not to let Julian do whatever he wanted to that magnificent beast between his muscular legs.

Given how easy it all was, his dad must be just as big a pervert as he was!

With youthful enthusiasm, Julian lifted himself up a bit on his spread knees and started licking and sucking the sides of Hank’s cock like a heroin addict that was working to score free dope from her dealer.

The young man’s massive cock especially started jumping when his dad gently but firmly stepped on the upper-half of it with his large foot, and Julian’s mind began to slip away as his hips reflexively thrusted against it, enjoying the contrasting feel of his textures sole above and the slick shower floor below.

The flawless and silky skin of Hank’s giant cock and his heavy balls was downright intoxicating, despite there being no real taste or smell emanating from it. Julian couldn’t remember how long he’d been obsessed with his dad’s dick, but now that it was in his hands and sliding into his mouth, the young man felt like he was in heaven. His lips were just barely to stretch over his mighty girth, and he could still only fit the head of it into his mouth.

As he sucked and slobbered over it, his own cock twitched each time his father’s pulsated in his mouth and hands.

Julian worshipped and serviced Hank’s fat dick for about three minutes before he felt it begin to throw a fit, and his eyes went wide when he felt one of his dad’s firm hands press against the back of his head, forcing his cock into the young man’s head as far as it would go and holding him there as he came.

For a few moments, Julian knew what it felt like to be drowning.

The thick torrent of seed being forced down his throat and choking him was somewhat sobering, especially when it kicked up into his sinuses. Julian could feel his dad’s cum oozing up into the back of his nose and even up into his tear ducts. Quite literally, the young man’s head became flooded with steaming hot goo.

Consciousness began slipping away just as Hank released his head, allowing him to collapse to the floor on his back and his fat dick to crisply slap against his wet stomach.

“Oh, fuck… I really needed that.” Hank said with the most satisfied sigh a man could make. “Thanks, kiddo. You’re not half bad.”

Julian groaned, coughing and trying to blow his nose as the water crashing down from above was doing its best to wash off his thick and gooey white facemask.

He was too focused on getting his senses back to normal to focus on his dad’s words, but he was soon able to wipe his eyes clean and snort back one more cum lugie to clear up his sinuses.

Once he reopened his eyes, he watched his dad open up the shower door to exit.

“W-Where are you going?” Julian asked, more to the fat dick that his eyes were locked onto than the person it was attached to. “Is that all?”

Hank glanced back with a smirk on his face and the amulet between his thumb and index finger.

“There are a few toys laying around.” He said, then closed the door. “You can have some more of me after you get some practice in.”

Julian blinked as he heard the bathroom door close, then glanced around at the dozen various dildos and sex toys scattered across the shower floor.

After taking a moment to consider Hank’s words, the young man quickly picked up one that was shaped almost like his own and stuffed it in his mouth.

He was going to blow his dad away with his next blowjob, Julian thought to himself as he gagged on a rubber dildo and furiously pumped away at his own huge dick.

Half an hour later, the shower water had run cold.

However, by then, Julian found that he was able to completely and comfortably slide all twelve-inches of a thick rubber dildo down his stretchy throat.

It turns out that he was a natural at sucking cock!

It made sense that he didn’t realize this at first, being that his dad’s huge dick was the first one he’d ever put in his mouth. In fact, deepthroating was so easy, he wondered why most girls in porn struggled to do it. Maybe it was because he didn’t have a gag reflex, or maybe it was something to do with genetics, or maybe it had to do with the fact that he was just a natural born slut.

Regardless, Julian eventually left the shower and dried himself off with a giddy smile on his face.

Once that was done, he picked up his skimpy maid uniform from the bathroom floor and got dressed.

He stood in the mirror and admired himself after tying the wide white ribbon around his midsection.

It fit his athletic but girlish figure perfectly. The black base of the dress hugged his very narrow waist tightly, the frilly three-inch skirt did absolutely nothing to hide his silky smooth but beastly dick as it stuck straight out from his crotch, and the white ruffles around his narrow shoulders were loose and comfortable. For the finishing touches, Julian slid on a silky pair of black socks that went all the way up to the middle of his smooth and toned thighs before stepping into a pair of shiny white high heels.

God, he’d fuck his own brains out if it were possible, Julian thought as he gazed into his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he used both hands to stroke his giant cock, his large and balls resting on the cold counter in front of the sink.

His dad was so cool for letting him buy such a thing, but after their encounter in the shower, Julian suspected that Hank loved seeing him wear it and just had enough self control not to pin his son down and stuff his exposed ass full of baby gravy.

After that morning, however, the young man was ready for that to happen more than once before the day was over now that they’d crossed a few immoral lines.

Julian moaned and shivered as he came into the sink, nearly filling it up completely by the time his orgasm had subsided.

Being the dutiful maid he was, he made sure to scoop most of it up with a couple of rags and flush those big white globs down the pot before rinsing the sink with heavy duty drain cleaner from the cabinet underneath.

After that, he left the bathroom with a sexy sway in his hips, his large cock still hard and bobbing around in front of him. In the living room, he found Hank, who was sitting on the couch with Julian’s uncle Frank, his dad’s twin brother. They were completely identical in every way one could imagine, looking more like clones than twins, but the familiar amulet around Hank’s neck gave away who his father was.

Neither of them had a shred of clothing on their beefy and hairless bodies, and the sides of their muscular thighs were rubbing up against one another’s as they jerked each other off.

“I should’ve done this sooner.” Hank said, his voice low and throaty with his face just inches away from his twin’s. “Fuck, I’m hot.”

“Fuck yeah we are…” Frank agreed, leaning in to close the short gap between their lips to lock them together. Hank let out a deep and breathy moan into Frank’s mouth after a moment, their hands increasing in pace as they pleasured each other.

Julian’s heart was pounding, his face was flushed, and his mind spinning. What had gotten into his dad? First, he and Hank traded blowjobs in the bathroom not too long ago, now he invited his twin brother over to share a shameless circle jerk?

Well, it wasn’t exactly a circle, being that there were just the two of them, but the same principle applied, he assumed.

Something weird was going on, the young man wearing a slutty maid outfit thought to himself as own dick throbbed angrily at the perverted sight.

However,Julian’s suspicions didn’t last long, and were completely drowned out by the sudden rush of depraved thoughts and ideas surging through his mind as the hotness factor of this situation was off the charts!

What was better than one of his dad? Two of his dad! Two hung studs with enough thrusting power between them to dent a tank!

Julian ran and jumped towards them, powersliding along the carpet on his burning knees until he was on the floor in front of the couch between the two of them.

The twins flinched hard in surprise, having been snapped out of their lusty daze at the interruption.

Without a word, the young twink’s soft and girly hands reached up and snatched each of their long and girthy rods before pumping away at both of them.

Hank and Frank turned to look at each other as their hands were replaced by Julian’s, and they both smiled as they looked down at their maid and the steely behemoth that was forcing its way between their knees were pressed up against one-another’s.

“Hi guys.” Julian giggled, thrusting his hips as the underside cock rode up the sofa cushion and their outer thighs. “Mind if I join in?”

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