Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2010 06:55:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Declans tale 4

Halloween 16 Declans Tale 4

From chapter three:

      "Excuse me, but my dick's getting cold over here," I said.  "And we
all know about shrinkage ... right?"
      Before I knew what was happening, Dakota was face down in my crotch.
His mouth took in the helmet head and, at 10 years old, that was about all
he could accommodate.  Although I thought I had been preparing mentally all
night for Declan or Devon to maybe go down on me, I wasn't prepared for
Dakota doing it.  His mouth was so warm and tight I thought I was going to
blow my load right then.

      To be continued.

      Chapter four

      "Do you fuck guys?" Dylan asked me.
      "Yeah, I've fucked a couple of guys."
      "You wanna fuck me?"
      "I'm not sure that would be ..."
      "I mean, I didn't like it when Declan tried to fuck me... or later
when Devon tried ... but after seeing how easily Dakota was able to take it
I must have been doing something wrong ... or maybe I just ..."  His tone
sounded like he was trying to make excuses for why he wanted to try it
again, like didn't want Dakota to be able to do something HE couldn't do.
      "You don't have to explain.  But you have to promise me that if it
hurts too much, you'll tell me to stop.  Understood?"
      "Understood."
      "Which position do you think you'll like best?"
      "Well, that's the thing ... um ... I want to try something ... um
... well, I think it's kinda weird."
      "Just say what's on your mind and we'll decide if it's weird or not."
      "Mom! Trick or Treat!" Dylan said.
      "Whaddya mean?" Tiffany asked.
      "I think I wanna fuck Mom while you're fucking me.  Do you think
that's even possible?"
      "Well," Tiffany said, " I always consider that kind of trick a
treat."
      "Wait, Declan said with a tone of urgency.  "I'm gonna cum."  He
pulled out of his mother and straddled her waist so he could cum on her
tits again.  This time he aimed his piss slit directly at her left nipple.
As he exploded, she shuddered from the barrage of warm wet cum against her
nipple and breast.
      "Me, too," Devon wailed, pushing Dakota off his cock and jumping up
to stand next to the bed.
      "Oh, that's so sweet," Tiffany moaned.  "Two loads at once.  You guys
are just the best!"
      Dakota rushed around to the other side of the bed and began lapping
up the cum before it had a chance to run down Tiffany's side and onto the
bed.
      I was amazed at how soon my boys were able to cum a second time.  I
also silently chuckled at how important it was for them, because of their
youthful inexperience, to want to cum quickly ... every time.  I wondered
what they were going to think when they saw the size of the load I was
going to drop her tits later.
      While Devon and Declan joined in the cleanup process by licking and
sucking on their mother's boobs, I wondered why Dakota liked cum so much.
I recalled my youngest brother Collin was the same way.  Maybe it was
because they were just weaning off their mothers' tit when the older boys
began to cum ... so maybe it was a natural ... or perhaps unnatural
... transition to go from sucking tit to sucking cock.  Or one might say,
from drinking mother's milk to drinking brothers' milk.
      "I think we're ready Dad," Dylan said with equal parts of
apprehension and excitement.
      As we got into position, Declan and Dakota moved out of the way but
stayed nearby to watch with fascination.  Devon moved in closer to the bed.
      "Listen to me when I'm telling you what to do.  It'll make it easier
for you."
      "Okay," Dylan said, trusting his more experienced brother.
      "Dad," Devon said, "I think you should let Dylan fuck mom a little
bit ... just till he knows what he's doing.  It's his first time for this,
too."
      "Sounds to me like the right thing to do."
      "Ohhhh my god!" Dylan sighed as his cock slipped into its first
pussy.  "It's even better than a mouth.  All warm and moist and soft and
..."
      About a minute later, after a nod from Devon, I pushed my cockhead up
to my 12- year-old-son's ass portal.
      "When Dad starts to push in, you're ass is gonna wanna clamp down.
You have to relax it.  Oh yeah, and your ass is used to everything going in
only one direction ...  out.  You have to fight the urge ..."
      "Just do it, Dad!" Dylan begged.
      To my utter amazement, my cock slid easily into my twelve-year-old
son's ass.  It was obvious he was virgin and he had not practiced being
butt-fucked by using fingers or dildos but I think his mind was ready for a
fuck this time.
      "Oh my god, Dad.  That's awesome.  Now I know how a freakin'
Thanksgiving turkey feels.  Only in this case your MEAT is the stuffing!"
      "He does have a way of making you feel full, doesn't he," Tiffany
agreed.
      "Well to be honest, you're not takin' the whole thing yet."
      "Really?  It feels like there's no more room left inside me."  At the
same time, he began fucking his mom again.
      Soon he had a rhythm going that was good for all three of us.  I was
positioned close enough behind Dylan to where he could pump into his mother
and withdraw back onto my cock without `popping' out of his mother's cunt..
On his inward stroke, he had about one-quarter of my cock inside him.  On
the outward stroke, he was impaled on a little more than half my cock.
      "This is so bizarre," Dylan said.  "Just being able to fuck a girl
... a woman ... is awesome enough but fuckin' Mom makes it all the better.
I mean, I'm doing what half the guys in my school wish they could be doing.
Too bad I won't be able to brag about it, though.  And then, to have my own
dad fuckin' my ass while I'm fuckin' his wife ... it's just too fuckin'
bizarre!"
      I loved the idea that Dylan was getting as much mental stimulus out
of this as he was physical.  I discovered a long time ago that the right
mental attitude made engaging in sex so much more enjoyable.  I guess
that's why so many married couples fantasize while having sex.
      "Put your thumb on her clit and rub it," Devon said.
      "Yeah, son," I said, "Devon, do you like it when Declan's fuckin' you
and he reaches around to stroke you cock?"
      "Yeah," Devon said.
      "Well, Dylan, that's just about the same thing. You can help your mom
out ... any girl you're fuckin' ... by stimulating her clit, maybe working
her tits ... it's different with each woman but you'll find the right
combinations and you'll do just fine."
      "He's doing just fine right now.  In fact, because of the upward
curve his dick has, he's even able to tease my G-spot."
      "What's a G-spot?"
      "A lesson for another day," Tiffany said, apparently bored with the
classroom lecture series coming from her numerous sons.
      I watched with fascination as Dylan moved back onto my cock with
every back stroke.  I liked seeing his asshole pull out and push in.  I was
tempted to press forward a little but I didn't want to cause him any pain
by forcing him to take more of my cock because I didn't want him to lose
the hard-on he was using to fuck his mom.  Even so, just to be on the safe
side, I dropped a gob of spit onto the part of my cock that was not inside
him.  I figured, if he started moving really hard, a little more might slip
in ... but certainly not my whole cock.  That would have been too much for
his virgin ass.
      I had to admit, he fucked my cock with a certain professionalism.  On
the inward stroke, his ass muscles squeezed me like he was afraid I would
pull out or something ...  like THAT was gonna happen!
      "Oh man, I've never felt anything as good as this ... a milk shake on
a hot day, a warm fire after a snowball fight, a passing grade in geometry
... nothing.  Damn Devon, now I know why you love it so much.  There's this
spot up inside my ass that every time dad's cockhead rubs across it I feel
little electrical shocks.  Declan, I don't know why you don't wanna get
fucked.  This kind of pleasure is just indescribable."
      Looking over his shoulder, I saw Tiffany smiling at her son's litany.
Most people are so quiet when they're making love ... or having sex ... but
Tiffany and I like being noisy about it.  That's why we added the upstairs
bedroom onto the back of the house ...  so we could be downstairs in our
bedroom making noise without waking the kids.
      Without warning, Dylan wailed, "I'm gonna cum," and before I could
pull out of his ass he sat back suddenly and unexpectedly forcing more of
my cock up his ass.
      "Whoa, son!'
      "Ahh God!" he yelled in pain, then just as quickly he said, "Dad,
don't pull out!"
      I froze every muscle for fear I would hurt him more.
      As Dylan pulled out of his mother's cunt, he yelled, "Oh GOD!" but he
didn't move other than to jerk his cock three or four times, shudder
uncontrollably and grunt, "Unngh, unngh, unngh."
      To everyone's surprise, a long stream of clear fluid shout out of his
cock onto his mother's belly ... not quite making it to her tits.
      "Oh my god, I came!" he shouted.  "I came.  I really made cum!"
      "You sure did, son," I said proudly, looking over his shoulder at the
copious streamer adorning Tiffany's stomach.
      Then he relaxed his body and sat back ... impaling himself fully onto
my ten-inch cock.
      Instinctively, I wrapped both arms around his chest and belly to
protect and comfort him in his pain.
      To my astonishment, he began to tentatively bounce, only slightly, on
my cock ...  not really pulling any of it out.
      "Ummm, that feels good."
      "Really?" I asked amazed.
      "Really?" Declan asked in disbelief.
      "Really!" Devon said, knowingly.
      "Yeah, really.  It feels like you're pokin' the bottom of my heart
every time I bounce.  Then he began to raise up and fall back onto my
erection.  Only this time he was working the shaft of my dick in and out of
his hole.
      It felt good to me, too.  Having my cock all the way inside such a
tight ass ... a twelve-year-old ass ... and the ass of my son.  "Wow, that
feels good," I said."
      "Sure does.  I think if I keep this up, I'll cum again," Dylan said
dreamily.
      "If you keep this up, I'LL cum," I said.
      "Yeah, we wanna watch you cum," Dakota said, stuffing his face with
some leftover popcorn, like he was watching a movie.
      "You gonna cum on Mom's tits?" Declan asked.
      "Yep, but not just yet.  Dylan's just makin' this feel so good, I'd
like it to last all night."
      Twisting his legs back around him until they were beside mine, he
leaned forward and began rocking himself on my cock taking longer and
longer strokes with each motion.  Very soon he was pulling my cock almost
all the way out and forcing it back in with an audible slap as our flesh
came in contact together.
      "Ohhh, soooo good," He crooned.
      "Yes it is ... it certainly is," I agreed as I enjoyed the long
stroking his was giving my cock.
      "I'm getting those electrical jolt feelings again.  It's like I'm
gonna cum again."
      "You just might if you keep this up," I said.
      "You think I can?"
      "Only you can answer that," I said.
      Dakota got his face very close to Dylan's dick as he said, "I missed
it the first time, so I wanna see you shoot this time."
      "Get ready, 'cuz here it cums."  With that, Dylan shot again, only
this time, he shot three streamers crisscrossing Tiffany's stomach like
popcorn garland on a Christmas tree.
      "Wow!" Dakota said.  Then looking at it more closely, he said, "Are
you sure that's cum?  It's not white like Declan's and Devon's."
      "Well, it ain't piss," Dylan said derisively.
      Dakota lapped at some of it.  "Tastes like cum ... just not, ummm
..."
      "Mature?" I offered.
      "Yeah, I guess."
      "That's okay.  It starts out that way but by next week he'll be just
as potent as his brothers."
      "Good!" Dakota said apparently satisfied that he was going to have
another source of cum.
      As one would expect, the convulsions of his anal ring helped put me
over the top and I eased Dylan off my cock.  I got into a position where
Tiffany could tea-bag my balls while I squirted on her breasts.  I laid my
piss slit right against her right nipple and shot my first volley.  Then I
quickly move it into position over her left nipple for the next spurt.
After that, I just aimed my cock in the air so the rest of the ten or
twelve shots rained down onto her tits.
      `Oh my god, that's a huge load!" Declan said.
      "Jeeze, you sure do sperm a lot," Dylan said.
      "I'da drowned tryin' to drink that load," Dakota said, sincerely
worried
      "And he's not finished, yet, it's still oozing out more," Devon said.
      Dakota began to lap at my cock as the other three began to clean up
their mother's boobs with their tongues.
      "Mom, you're not gonna be upset if we use Dad are you?  I mean, it's
kinda like four against one ... you might not get as much action from him
as you're use to."
      "I don't think that will b a problem as long as you guys help me keep
her happy," I said.
      "Oh, yeah, that's right.  Three of us can fuck her whenever you're
too drained to do it."
      "That sounds like a good plan to me," Tiffany said.  "Just remember,
I have other thing to do during the day than have sex ... like you guys
do."
      "No we don't," Declan argued.
      "Yes we do," Devon said.
      Dylan smiled nervously and Dakota giggled, thinking that their mom
was either psychic or had a spy cam installed.
      "I don't know about you guys, but I think it's time for me to go to
bed ... to sleep," Tiffany said.
      "Mom," Declan asked, "would it be okay if you guys ... umm ... like
sleep up here tonight?  I think it would be ... umm ... it wouldn't feel so
weird in the morning if you guys were still here."
      "Just to prove all this wasn't a dream?" I asked.
      "Yeah, kinda ... but I was thinking it would feel less like ... umm
... I don't know."
      "Less like being a prostitute?"
      "Yeah, kinda like that.  But more like ... ummm ... you approve of
what we did.""
      "I suppose we could do that," Tiffany said, smiling.
      As it turned out, Devon slept in Declan's bed and Dakota slept with
Dylan.  That left the other two double-sized beds for Tiffany and me.
Since we are used to sleeping in a king-sized bed, it felt good to have the
extra room for tossing and turning in the night.  When I laid down, I
realized just how tired I was from all the day's costume preparations, the
Halloween excitement at the school and sexual activities of the late
evening.  I just knew I was going to fall asleep quickly.
      But not before I thought about how wrong what we had just done was
... in the eyes of most of the world.  As a father, I worried whether I was
scarring my boys' lives forever.  I wondered how I could have let it go so
far.  I debated whether I should allow it again.  After all, when it was
just me and my younger siblings, well, that was one thing.  But to have sex
... with such an age difference ... and with my own sons, well that was a
whole other can of worms, right?
      As I thought, `I'll talk it over with Tiffany in the morning," I fell
off to sleep.
      As it turned out, I had a good night's sleep with some really
pleasant dreams.  However, around six AM I awoke feeling like I couldn't
breathe.  It felt like I had a fifty pound bag of potatoes resting on my
chest and gravity was winning the contest of strength.  I almost called out
to Tiffany, thinking I was having a heart attack or something, before
opening my eyes.
      Dakota was lying on top of me with his elbows on my chest and his
chin resting in his fists ... staring straight into my eyes.  "You awake?"
      "Yeah," I said, relieved that I wasn't going to die so soon after
such a glorious night before.
      "Good."
      Then he slowly backed down my torso a couple of inches until the piss
slit of my morning woody kissed the smooth warm pucker of his asshole.
      "Careful," I said.
      "I will be," he said as he pushed himself onto my erection.
      Although astonished, I watched his face for any expression of pain so
I could tell him to stop but he just kept pushing ... more and more of my
ten-inch cock into his ten- year-old ass.
      Fearful of being `caught in the act,' I looked over at Tiffany's bed
only to discover four sets of eyes watching us.
      Tiffany's approvingly.
      Declan's in astonishment.
      Devon's smiling knowingly.
      Dylan's in envy.
      However, my attention was drawn back to my own sensations.  Dakota's
little ass bottomed out on my boner and he began to ride my cock
enthusiastically.  Where it all went, inside his little body, is a mystery
to me.  I don't know if he was able to take it so easily because he is
young and more pliable or because he's not old enough to have strong
muscles, yet.  Even so, his motions were sending waves of pleasure to my
gonads and I could feel them rolling around in my ball sack.  The nerve
endings on the head of my dick was telling me to fuck like a sailor but I
maintained control and only bounced my hips slightly ... but that was okay
because my son was really giving my cock a workout.
      As for Dakota, he had an expression of pure bliss on his face.
Although his eyes were closed, I think it was so that he could concentrate
on every sensory feeling he was experiencing.  His eyes would flutter
lightly every time my cock passed over his still- immature prostate.  In a
year or two, stimulating that little `nut' would give him untold pleasure.
But for now, I think he was feeling his ass ring distend and invert each
time he rose and fell on my cock.
      While all this was going on, I saw the three older boys kneeling
alongside their mom, furiously.jacking their cocks.
      "Mom," Dakota asked, "is it okay if Dad cums in my ass just this one
time?  I want his sperm in me all day."
      Smiling, knowing the load I would deliver would cause him to take a
major dump, she said, "Yeah, I think that would be okay.  Besides, you guys
don't have to cum on me every time, only when you want to see my tits or
want me to join in the fun."
      "Oh, wow! Great," Devon said.
      "You can join in any time you want, Mom," Declan said.
      "Yea!" Dakota yelled, like he had won the lottery, and he started to
bounce up and down more enthuestacially.
      It felt soooooo good.
      As soon as he realized how good it felt to him, he bounced faster and
harder.  I immediately realized I could do some serious damage but the
effects it was having on my cock were too pleasurable to tell him to stop.
Within a minute, I started cumming up his tight young ass.
      "I can feel your cock jerking, Daddy.  Are you cumming?"
      All he had to do was look at my face.  It was the epitome of
pain/pleasure from one of the most awesome cums of my life ... and I was
holding my breath as I spurted, so I couldn't answer him.  When I opened my
eyes which were squeezed tight from the remarkable sensations, I saw Dakota
staring at me.  I could definitely see the glee in his eyes but a look of
concern furrowed his brow.
      "I'm okay," I hissed.  "This is what I look like when I'm having the
time of my life," I smiled.
      He began bouncing again but I had to stop him because I was too
sensitive.  He stopped but had that peeved look of a little boy who had
just had his favorite new toy taken away from him.
      "Hey, how is it that the only one of us who was worried about being
tagged as a 100 percent gay bottom is the only one who didn't get fucked by
Dad?" Devon asked.
      "I didn't" Declan clarified, apparently hearing only the latter part
of Devon's statement but wanting to reinforce that he doesn't get fucked.
      "No one considers you a bottom, doofus."
      "Oh, yeah," he said apologetically.
      "Well, maybe we can do this again sometime," I said.
      "Maybe!" Devon shouted in annoyance.
      "In a year or two," I said.
      "What!" Devon yelped in annoyance.
      "Or maybe Thanksgiving."
      "Tomorrow," Devon said ... "no, I think tonight."
      "Well, if you insist," I smiled.
      As it turned out, it was later that afternoon, because Devon couldn't
wait patiently ... and I have to admit, I was eager to tap that bottom boy,
too.  However, the rest of the intervening days went back to ... almost
... normal.  There wasn't any more group sex, although there was an
occasional one-on-one with one or the other of the boys ... and Tiffany
in-between.
      During dinner one night, Declan said.  "I can't wait until
Thanksgiving, so we can talk to our aunt and uncles about all this."
      "But not in front of grandma," Dakota said, like he was trying not to
forget the warning.
      "Now that we know it's okay to talk to them about sex, it's gonna be
so awesome to find out about all the things you guys have done together,"
Declan added after being interrupted by his brother.
      "But before that," Dylan said, "we have ..."
      "Dylan!" Declan yelled.
      Sheepishly, Dylan said, "Oh yeah, it's a secret."
      Tiffany and I exchanged quizzical looks like we were asking each
other if we knew what secret they were taking about.  We both shook our
heads `no' at the same time.  I shrugged my shoulders in an `oh well,'
attitude.

      To be continued.
      Comments, if you so choose, can be sent to jockhunger@yahoo.com Not
getting any response from this one this year.  Do I need to continue?