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This is how I'm getting married today. A lot of people don't understand why I'm breaking with tradition, and I know their arguments. But I'm the bride, and if I don't feel like getting married naked, then I don't have to. Matthew, my fiancee, said that it didn't matter as long as I was happy. Plus, it would make for an exceptional photo. I would be the only one dressed except for the one presiding over the ceremony. I didn't do it on a whim as my mother thinks. We may be a vast country, but we are one of the last places on the planet that still have such old fashion ways of doing a lot of things — not just getting married. I tried talking Matthew into wearing something white to represent our honestly to each other. But he says that it's his only day to show off how big he gets when aroused and to let the world know that it was just for me. It's so sweet of him to say that I only really tried once to change his mind. My other hints were...

I succeeded in making myself forget about meeting up with my Dad's friends until we were walking up the steps into the hotel again. We spent a few hours laying around on the beach before we grabbed something to eat from a food truck and heading back. The ride to the hotel didn't seem to take as long as it did to get to the beach. I enjoyed the view from the car as our route hugged the coast even if most of it was cliffs before we pulled into the town where our hotel was. I watched as Dad opened the door to our suite and walked inside. I didn't hear him talking to anyone, and there was no hint that anyone was there. I shook my head slightly as I now walked inside. How would they be our room? I realized. They would have to meet us here to get inside. I walked right into the bathroom to use the toilet, dropping my phone and beach towel on my bed on the way there. I was washing my hands when the thought occurred to me that I should be taking a full bath. "I...

Thirty minutes later, as I packed my books back into my bag that had been laying on the floor, slumped against the leg of the table, Dad walked back into the kitchen. I had heard the shower about fifteen minutes earlier, and as he walked in my direction, I could now smell the soap as it drifted off of his skin. "All done?" he asked me as he watched me pack away the last book. "Yeah," I told him as I stood to take my stuff into my room. "Clean up well, and wait for me in my room," he then said. "What about dinner?" I asked him. "Afterwards," he said before he walked towards the fridge. I shouldered my bag as I watched him standing in his shorts as he opened the door. I then hurried to do what I was told. I was hungry for two things, and I didn't want to wait much longer to get either. I slid my bag across my floor before I quickly stripped down to nothing. I then grabbed my towel and hustled down the hallway to the bat...

“i cant wait to see my little boy’s hole stretched! im gonna masturbate for hours now” said my dad loudly since he didn’t know I was home. My dad gave me away to a bunch of guys for them to record and make them gape my boy hole with their fat man cocks. === During the week that lead up to our trip, Dad didn't say a word about what we would be doing together on our getaway other than letting me know where we would be staying and for how long. It was a nice looking hotel from what I saw on their webpage. It even had two pools. One was outside and buffered from the town it was located in by at least fifty feet of grass, hedges and tall evergreen trees. The second pool was inside and on a lower level. It seemed to be part of a spa. Maybe I was wrong and it was just a very large hot tub or heated pool. There was a gift shop and restaurant on the first floor of this ten-story building. We were getting a room on the fourth floor, but it was far cheaper than any suite loca...

"HEY! Ben! Guys! Come look at this!" The man standing over me shouted. I had been there for only five minutes when he found me. He looked at the sign, then looked at me for a long moment before he started to rub his cock through his work pants. I was beginning to sweat as I tried to keep my moans in. But it was starting to get harder. That is when he called his friends over.  I looked in the direction he called out to and soon saw four other guys as they rounded the corner. They were all tall and built of muscle. They didn't look like bodybuilders, but in a sexual dictionary I'm sure a picture of any of them could be used in describing the word "Bear" or "Daddy".  I moaned out loud as my nipples painfully hardened. They were each at least a foot and half taller than I was. They were barrel-chested and stocky without any fat to be seen. Which I admit is odd, but I wasn't going to question it now. I pressed my back up against the wall ...

“For some of you ladies, this is detention. For some of you, this is training. For the rest, this is an audition. To be fair to everyone present, only the principal knows who is who. Every girl will be treated the same as the girl next to her. If you feel you, or another girl received special treatment tell the principal tomorrow before the next session.  Is that understood?” The girls remained quiet as they just waited for it to begin. “Ok. Boys come in.” The coach said after he opened the door to the room they were in. “This is the only time I’m saying it today,” he said as he looked around the room to make sure everyone was there. “Condoms are not optional. You do not wear one, you are dropped from the program. Am I understood?” “Yes Coach!” they all said loudly in one voice. “Good. We have two hours. Let’s begin. Robert, Lee, and Hank. Start passing out the supplies.“ === Just because I thought I was dropping a lot of mxm stories on you I wanted to introduce...

“You are representing the family name son. I can’t have you going out there and not looking your best,” Father said as he slipped his hand into my briefs and started to stroke my dick. I gripped the side of the table at my back and allowed him to handle me as I got swept up into the feeling. “There,” Father said when he was finished. I opened my eyes and looked at him in the eye before he walked over to the closed door. “Ready?” he asked before he turned the knob. I reached up and adjusted my mask before answering. “Ready,” I told him. Now he opens the room, and the low hum of noise that has been present in the background all this time is now distinctly voices of a crowd. “Or next companion up for auction tonight is the oldest son of one of the club’s founding members,” the announcer said. That would be me. “Let’s give him a warm welcome and start the bidding off at $500 out of respect for his father,” the man said. I walked down the short hallway, and before I stepped up o...