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Subject: An-exchange-student-completes-a-family-6 Dear reader, This story and all characters in it are fiction, though many of the places here in Chicago are real. I write small chapters so I've decided to sometimes consolidate them together within submissions, two at a time, to get the story out faster. Thanks to Nifty for providing a platform for aspiring authors. fty/donate.html Feel free to send my any feedback, ideas, thoughts, fantasies/desires, at all, and I hope you enjoy this story. Both boys came out of the bedroom about an hour later. Ollie said to me, *quot;Qing is going to teach me about enemas. Do you want to see?*quot; I said, *quot;Don't you want breakfast first?*quot; The boys quickly ate and it seemed like Qing had been able to soothe Ollies mood until Ollie muttered, *quot;He'll fuck ME but he won't fuck YOU.*quot; Ah, so the problem was going to be solved by more sex, by Qing spearing my 12 year old and filling him with his cum. I thought about the view of Ollie's brown button that I had while he sucked off Qing, and the way Qing showed it off to me. Qing invited me to watch the lesson in the bathroom but I declined. A half hour later after I heard a few toilet flushes and the shower they came back out to the living room, naked. *quot;I bet you'll want to see THIS Dad,*quot; said Ollie. I'd not seen my boy erect since he was a baby getting his diaper changed. His cock had the tapered point like mine, a more even thickness, and a slight tilt upward all along the shaft in contrast to my downward bend. There were a few fine hairs. It looked like he enjoyed showing it off to me. He turned around and I could see his brown button had reddened a little, probably from the enema treatment and other attention. I said, *quot;Ollie, baby, you have a very sexy body and I see why Qing likes it. I'm sure other boys are going to love it too.*quot; Qing said, *quot;I'm going to fuck him. Do you want to watch?*quot; Ollie said, *quot;I WANT you to watch, Daddy.*quot; I said, *quot;Ummm, Ok?*quot; I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do but it seemed to be what Ollie needed to do to feel like he'd reclaimed possession of Qing and was at the center of attention. *quot;Let's go to my bedroom.*quot; In the bedroom Qing was the one giving orders. He had Ollie lie on his stomach and spread his legs wide and then he gestured to me to come look closer at my boy's asshole. Ollie said, *quot;It's going to belong to Qing.*quot; Qing looked at me once more and knelt down to start eating my boy's ass. Ollie jerked when Qing licked his taint and his balls, but especially when Qing focused on his pucker. After the demonstration licks for my benefit he buried his face into Ollie's ass and started eating ass madly as my Ollie moaned and writhed. I moved around the back of the bed to stare at Qing's bent over, exposed asshole and his purplish balls framed in a small amount of spiky straight black hair. The lips were still plumped from the fucking I'd given him earlier and his cock was dripping nectar on the sheets. I put my hand on his ass dimple but he slapped it away. This session was for Ollie's benefit and Qing wasn't going to let me ruin that. Qing asked, *quot;Ready?*quot; and Ollie nodded. I said, *quot;Did you and Jerico ever do this?*quot; Ollie said, şişli travesti *quot;no, this is my first time.*quot; It sounded like a lie. Qing's dimples flexed as he lowered himself forward. He put an arm around Ollie's waist to pull him up into a doggy position and put his cockhead against my boy and said, *quot;Damn, lube.*quot; I said, *quot;Butter?*quot; He said, *quot;ok*quot; I raced out to the kitchen to bring the butter dish. When I came back they had changed position with Ollie on his back, his legs straight up. The height difference meant he couldn't really hook his knees but Qing was holding him in place. I offered the butter dish but Qing said, *quot;YOU lube him.*quot; I dipped my finger in the butter and reached for Ollie's asshole. It was tiny, smooth, and did not yield to my finger like Qing's did. I rubbed the butter in circles as Ollie moaned. Qing's precum dripped on the hole, and I grabbed more butter and rand a fist over Qing's cock to coat it as well, causing him to push forward involuntarily. I withdrew my hand and Qing said, *quot;Here we go.*quot; His purple helmet made contact and he pushed and met resistance until it popped inside my son. *quot;Ohhh*quot; said Ollie. Qing started moving and Ollie said, *quot;wait, wait, wait!*quot; He was breathing rapidly. I freed my cock from my pajamas to stroke it slowly and Ollie didn't notice, but Qing grinned at me. *quot;Now, slow,*quot; said Ollie. Qing started sliding forward another 2 inches until Ollie's hand on his hip stopped him. *quot;OK,*quot; Ollie whispered and Qing slid the rest in until his body was resting against Ollie, all the way in. *quot;Wow,*quot; said Ollie. Qing slid forward and back. I looked at Ollie's tapered cock and it was rock hard, pulsing. Qing slid in and out some more and Ollie suddenly said, *quot;OooOOooooohhhhh*quot; and I watched as his cock started to shoot on his stomach and his chest, with one spurt hitting his chin. His throbbing squeezing asshole pushed Qing over the edge. Qing looked at me while he shouted, *quot;I'm going to breed you!*quot; I turned to look at Qing's ass and as he slammed hard into my son a few times, grunting, I saw his dimples flexing, his taint convulsing, and his asshole winking open and closed in time with his orgasm. It looked like such a powerful orgasm. I was on the edge but held back from cumming. It felt like I should do that in private with the scene playing in my head. Ollie said, *quot;Keep it in.*quot; OK said Qing. He leaned forward to give Ollie a passionate kiss and after a moment he rolled Ollie over so Qing was on his back and Ollie was on top, still inside. Ollie looked at me and saw my hard cock in my hand. *quot;I've never seen...*quot; he started. He slid off Qing's cock and approached me, entranced. His erection had never gone down. He said, *quot;Can I look?*quot; I nodded and removed my hands. My cock was still hard and leaky from what I'd witnessed. Qing had sat up and was watching. *quot;You should lick it,*quot; he said. I shook my head no at Qing but Ollie didn't notice. He put one hand on my shaft and ran it up and down, releasing another bead of precum. *quot;Lick it,*quot; Qing repeated. Ollie hypnotically stuck out his tongue and caught the precum. Then his mouth enveloped my head and I felt his tongue dance on the bottom side. He slid his head beylikdüzü travesti down until he had fit the thick middle in his mouth and I could feel the resistance in the back of this throat as he could go no further. *quot;Oh, no*quot; I said, feeling an imminent orgasm. *quot;Yes!*quot; hissed Qing. I shoved my hips forward as my powerful orgasm took over. Ollie swallowed everything I unloaded in him. ----------------- That afternoon we discussed what had happened between all three of us. I wanted to make sure that Ollie understood that sex and love are not the same thing. I had to admit to Ollie that it was obvious he could make me happy that way all by himself and it didn't change our father-son love for each other. Qing said triumphantly, *quot;So you can keep sucking your Dad's cock after I go back to Hong Kong.*quot; I groped my tented pants and told Ollie, *quot;Even talking about what you did to me makes me horny again.*quot; I thought about the fact that my own son was eager to keep swallowing my sperm and that it was my fault for going down this path with him and Qing. I let myself fantasize for a moment about Ollie's red lips sucking my cock anytime I wanted. Then I added, *quot;But maybe you should also find other boys to play with when he goes back.*quot; Qing added, *quot;And men.*quot; Ollie said, *quot;I could think of a few. I wish when you and Qing got pizza I was there because I like to see Manny at Lou Malnati's.*quot; He pronounced it like everyone in Chicago does. 'Luminati's, and I pictured the Illuminati eye on a pyramid. Then I pictured Manny's strong arms in his work shirt. *quot;Manny IS hot, isn't he?*quot; said Qing. I replied, *quot;Sounds like you both have a crush on him?*quot; Ollie said, *quot;Jerico too!*quot; Then his eyes lit up even more and he said, *quot;You know Manny's working tonight right? He works every Tuesday night.*quot; Before we knew it we were cooking up a plan for the evening, masterminded by Qing. We arrived at Lou Malnati's to see Manny at the counter as expected. He greeted us warmly, *quot;Hey it's King Qing! And Josh. Hi Ollie, I missed you last time!*quot; Ollie beamed, *quot;Really?*quot; *quot;Of course lil' man!*quot; said Manny. As he started looking through the orders for ours I said, *quot;We forgot to order ahead this time.*quot; He replied, *quot;Ohhh, it's going to be like 20 minutes then. You want a text when it's ready for you to come back and pick up?*quot; *quot;No, we can wait,*quot; I said, *quot;We'll have our regular this time, but make it extra large.*quot; *quot;Okay, suit yourself,*quot; he said. Ollie and I sat down while Qing approached the counter. He'd worn his black skinny jeans again and a tight slutty shirt with fishnet mesh to play this seductive role. Qing and Manny conversed in low tones and I saw Manny's eyebrows go up a few times. I saw him bite his bottom lip as they talked. He was hooked. Qing turned around to look at us and said, *quot;I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back.*quot; He winked and grinned, then disappeared around the corner. Manny gave Ollie and I a polite smile, and soon disappeared into the kitchen. My phone rang and it was Qing. *quot;It's working, he's coming!*quot; he said. Then I heard it get muffled as he hid it somewhere. I joined Ollie into a 3 way call and we listed in our earbuds, both muted. We heard istanbul travesti the bathroom door squeak open and heard Manny say, *quot;Fuck, you're so hot. This has to be really quick.*quot; We heard clothing ruffling and moans of *quot;oh fuck!*quot; and *quot;yeah,*quot; as they were settling in. Qing lied to him, *quot;I'm really fifteen.*quot; Manny replied, *quot;Really? Fuck!*quot; I heard groans and a sharp exhale. *quot;You like that?*quot; *quot;Oh fuck yeah,*quot; *quot;You like that fifteen year old ass?*quot; *quot;Ohh, Oh God, you're so good for fifteen.*quot; Ollie and I heard a grunt followed soon by rhythmic slapping sounds. *quot;I wish I met you when I was even younger,*quot; panted Qing. *quot;Really? How young?*quot; grunted Manny. *quot;Like twelve. Ungh! Or Ten!*quot; said Qing, obviously getting fucked hard now. *quot;Oh fuck, me too!*quot; panted Manny. *quot;Your ass is so fucking.... mmmmm*quot; we heard him pant. The fucking continued wordlessly and soon the pace sped up. *quot;Breed me,*quot; panted Qing. *quot;Yeah? Yeah?*quot; we heard Manny moan. There were two more hard slap sounds while Qing exclaimed, *quot;Oh!.. Oh!...*quot; and the movement stopped as both boys panted, their words mixed together: *quot;Oh yeah, Ohhhh! Fuucckkkk...Take it! Fuuucck!*quot; I looked at Ollie whose mouth was hanging open. Then we heard the post-sex conversation in the bathroom. I heard Manny say, *quot;That was fucking hot!*quot; I heard water running and a zipper. *quot;Yeah,*quot; said Qing, *quot;I wanna do this again.*quot; *quot;Me too!*quot; replied Manny. Ollie frowned. What about the rest of the plan? Was this only an excuse to have us drive Qing somewhere so he could get fucked while we listened in, and nothing more? Then Qing said, *quot;You know, Ollie out there has a little boy crush on you.*quot; *quot;Yeah,*quot; laughed Manny, *quot;I kind of thought so.*quot; Qing continued, *quot;He talks about you when I fuck him.*quot; Ollie grinned at me, excited. Manny's voice replied, *quot;When -- WHAT!?*quot; *quot;Shh...*quot; said Qing. *quot;Want my number?*quot; *quot;Yeah,*quot; said Manny. *quot;Don't talk about that in text though. I don't want to go to jail.*quot; Qing said, *quot;I'll tell you now real quick then. If I can get you over to the house he'd love to get fucked by you. Look, you're still hard!*quot; *quot;Oh my God,*quot; Manny replied. Qing said, *quot;He's got a sweet tight ass and a little tiny hole.*quot; Back in the lobby, Ollie grinned at me. Manny said, *quot;Aren't you afraid Josh will catch you?*quot; *quot;We're really careful,*quot; Qing replied. I chuckled. *quot;Ollie fucking loves my cock in his ass,*quot; he continued. Manny said, *quot;You're such a fucking little pervert! So fucking hot!*quot; Qing said, *quot;How old are you anyway?*quot; *quot;I'm 23,*quot; replied Manny. *quot;Don't tell anyone we did this.*quot; I won't, Qing assured him. *quot;Gotta go, text me,*quot; said Manny. We heard the bathroom door open and footsteps. Manny returned to the counter, then looked at us a little unnerved for a moment, like we were aliens. Ollie gave him a full smile, showing off his shiny white teeth, and Manny smiled back and then headed toward the back of the restaurant, looking anxious. I chuckled to myself. Manny came back up in a minute and said unsteadily, *quot;Uh Josh, your pizza's ready.*quot; *quot;I'll get it!*quot; Ollie exclaimed. He jumped up and headed to the counter and as he reached out for the box he put one hand on Manny's hand and kept it there for a moment. Manny's lip parted as he stared at my boy. They looked at each other. It felt like an eternity in just a couple of seconds. *quot;Thanks Manny!*quot; Ollie finally said, and turned with the pizza to leave the store with us. I looked back to catch Qing winking at Manny, who just appeared dumbfounded.