It had been a few months since the Hexaprobe had broken. The four men were all living at Alex and Lyle’s house now. They slept in a pile of blankets and pillows on the living room floor since that was a bigger area than the queen size bed upstairs. It felt so good, the four male bodies entwining and intermingling nakedly through the night. Though at First Calvin wanted to be on the far end away from Lyle, since Lyle was Calvin’s dad’s body. Eventually he had gotten over it, and one morning he even woke up with his morning wood pressed against Lyle’s middle age bubble butt. The four of them had sex frequently, switching partners or going four way.
Gregg had finished filing for divorce from Penelope, though Alex had to be the one to sign everything since he was in his brother’s body.
One night, Lyle decided to be adventurous and go to a male strip club by his lonesome. He watched several performances, tipping them and drinking vodka cranberries. He nearly spit out his drink when he saw who was performing next. It was Calvin’s dad in Calvin’s original body!
Immediately, Nate in Calvin’s body danced over to Lyle, saying, “Are you proud son? This is what I’ve had to be doing to get by financially. I couldn’t make any bank withdrawals because this is your body!”
Lyle didn’t really feel like explaining that it was never Calvin who took Nate’s body. Instead he still pretended to be Calvin, “Well dad, if you need help getting by then you can give me a private lap dance. I tip generously for that.”
Nate knew what it meant when men asked for a private lap dance. They wanted to get handsy. At first, he had resented when customers would request it. Then he realized that his son’s body had a longing, an ache. His big juicy football player ass craved penetration. Sometime last month Nate had given in a let one of his private customers fuck his ass for big money. Nate had felt disgusted with himself, but so sexually fulfilled.
“This way to a private room, Calvin,” said Nate to Lyle.
Once inside the room, Nate dropped the pretense, “Alright. I know you want to fuck your former football player ass here, so to hell with the lapdance. Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
Lyle was taken aback but pleased, “I never expected you to go that far.” He started to grope Nate’s muscles and ass, even his tiny package, making his two inch penis bone up to four inches.
Nate backed up his certified dump truck ass to Lyle’s huge forty year old cock and rubbed on it while being felt up.
“But what if I wanted you to top me, Nate?” Asked Lyle.
“Yeah right, nobody’s wanted to top me since I ended up with your shrimp dick,” said Nate.
“Well, I haven’t bottomed much since being in your body dad. I bet this hole would enjoy even a small dick,” said Lyle, “If you don’t want to that’s fine, I’ll just finger myself while you give me my dance.”
Lyle took off his pants and underwear and began fingering his dilf hole.
“You’re serious? Fuck it, it’s not like I was gonna get any women trapped in this faggot body,” said Nate. He seemed to be under the impression that being in Calvin’s body was forcing him to be gay. Lyle didn’t feel like correcting that misinterpretation.
Soon Nate had penetrated his former ass and was putting all of his frustrations into pumping it. Lyle was really getting the most out of this hate fuck, enjoying the severe pounding.
“I’ll teach you not to steal my body,” said Nate, fucking Lyle even harder. Lyle moaned on repeat, jerking his long member while being pumped.
“Fuck me daddy,” said Lyle.
“You fuckin disgust me,” said Nate, still pumping hard. Evidently he wasn’t that disgusted that he still wanted to fuck ‘Calvin’.
Lyle pulled Nate’s face down for a kiss. This intimate action caught Nate by surprise, he released his load, moaning into Lyle’s mouth as Lyle’s tongue forced its way into Nate’s mouth. Lyle’s big dick sprayed its load while their mouths and lower bodies were still interlocked.