Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 16:39:57 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mommy and Daddy and Me 10

This is a story about Jerod, a dominant gay muscle boy who controls and
screws those around him including incest with his family members. If you
don't like this type of story don't read it.  if you are not of legal age
do not read this.

This story is total fantasy, and under no circumstances is it meant to
relate to any form of actual reality.  This is for entertainment purposes
only.

This story has been rather convoluted so it might be advisable to review
some of the previous chapters.



Mommy and Daddy and Me

Chapter 10

So Brett and I were just lying there on our backs on my bed, both nude and
both sated.  Brett was such a beautiful guy and, besides that, just simply
a wonderful kid.  I said I loved him because I knew that's what he wanted
to hear, but I think I was really beginning to love him.

Even besides being absolutely gorgeous, he was a great quarterback, and a
great leader.  Everybody on the football team respected him and doted on
him.  Even our coach said he was the most dedicated and determined
quarterback he'd ever worked with.

And Brett said he loved me, and he said he only now realized that he was
gay.  Wow!  Did I make him gay?  He seems to be absolutely wild about me
and that helps my already enormous ego get even bigger.

"So, what are you going to do about your father, I mean this guy ...?"
Brett said.

"Stan" I said.

"Yeah, Stan.  What are you going to do about him?"  I had told Brett the
whole story from beginning to end and got so steamed up that I just wanted
to scream.  But we'd been lying here without talking for a while I had
finally calmed back down.

"I don't know, Brett.  I just don't know" I said.  "I've already spanked
him twice like he was a little child, so he's been dominated and humiliated
and he's pretty much under my thumb.  You've seen how he acts with me."

"Yeah, I've seen it" Brett chuckled.  "He's scared to death of you."

"The best thing would be for me to move out, but of course I can't" I said.
"Rick says they'll stay together until I'm eighteen, so that would at least
get me almost through my first year at Rictor.  After that I may have to
wing it on my own."

"I'm planning to go to Rictor as well" he said.  "My best bet to be a
college quarterback is at a junior college like Rictor.  Maybe we could get
a place together?"

"Isn't it a little soon to be planning on a white picket fence" I laughed
and he laughed along with me.  "But about my Daddy, I mean Stan.  I wanna
hurt him.  I want him to pay for all the times he beat on me."

"I don't blame you" Brett said.

"He already understands that I'm in charge, and I don't think he'd dare
talk back to me, but I want him to feel the pain that I felt for all these
years" I said.  "I want to totally humiliate him."

"You told me you already fucked your mom" he said.  "Why don't you fuck
him, and fuck him hard?"

"I've thought about that" I answered.  "But you know what?  I'm not sure,
but I think maybe he'd like it."  I laughed thinking about that.  "Yeah, he
just might like it.  My Un.... I mean Rick.  Rick fucked him for over a
year and he loved it.  At least that's what Rick said."

"Yeah, so true" Brett laughed.  "You being a hunk, just like Rick, he just
might like it."

"So what do I do?" I asked, thinking out loud.  "I could beat him up.  I
could beat him up every day I suppose, but we'd probably get the cops in on
it and I'd end up in reform school."

There was a long pause as we lay there thinking about it.  "I see what you
mean.  You want to hurt him or humiliate him but now so much that he goes
for help."

"That's it.  Whatever I do, it's got to stay here in the house just between
us.  Just the family."

"I have an idea" Brett said.  "You said you wanted to humiliate him, and I
think humiliation can sometimes be worse than being hurt.  How about if I
fuck him?  You can slap him around and hold him down or something and I'll
fuck him.  What could be more humiliating than that?"

"Hey, Brett.  I like that" I said, beginning to grin.  "I like that.  He
would be devastated.  You wouldn't mind?"

"It would be a hardship" he laughed, "but I'd be willing to do it for you."
I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"You haven't fucked a guy before, have you?" I asked.

"No, but I'm willing to practice on your dad" he laughed some more.  "I've
fucked most of the pretty girls in school, and, yes, I've taken some of
them up the butt."

"Shit, you are a stud" I laughed along with him.  "I think I like that
idea, but would it be enough?  Rick says he loves being fucked.  I don't
want him to like it."

"You could work him over first" Brett said.  "Give him a good whipping and
then have me fuck him."

"I don't know" I said slowly, thinking it over.  "I think we're being too
easy on him...  Wait a minute.  I know.  We'll make Jeremy watch.  Stan is
Jeremy's real dad.  We'll make Jeremy watch while you fuck his father.
What do you think?"

"That's pretty cool" he said.  "I think it would be fun having an audience.
I think I'd like it."

"Oh, you are an evil one" I laughed.  "Would you really do that?"

"Hell yes" he said.  "It's making me hard just thinking about it."

"Me too" I said.

So, that was our plan to humiliate Stan.  I was going to make it clear to
him that this was to make up for all the shit he'd given me over the years.
I'd make it clear that this was a onetime event, and if he behaved himself
and accepted me being in charge, there'd be no further punishment.  I could
fuck him, but Brett and I both felt it was more humiliating for him if
Brett did it.  And forcing Jeremy to watch would be like frosting on the
cake.

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I didn't say anything to anybody when they arrived home later in the day.
Mommy, Lois, asked about my time with Rick but I ignored her and didn't
reply.  Later that evening I went into Jeremy's bedroom.

"Yo, Jeremy" I said as I walked in.  He was lying on his bed with his
Gameboy in his hands.

"Jerod" he mumbled, with fear showing on his face.  I sat on the side of
the bed.

"We're going to be friends, Jeremy" I said giving him a smile.  "No more
rough stuff.  No more anything.  We're just going to be brothers."

"Yeah?" he said softly.  "Friends?"  So I told him I was through dominating
him, and I wouldn't be doing it anymore.  I told him he didn't have to
clean up after me or do my chores anymore.  All of that was over.  I don't
know if he believed me, but I really meant it.  Of course he'd been a snot
to me, but it was our parents that were at fault.  I knew he'd just been
following their lead.

"Now, I got to tell you what I found out from our Uncle Rick" I said to
him.  Then I told him the whole story about Rick and Stan and Lois.  It
took me most of any hour to lay it all out.

"So Daddy is not your Daddy" he said, completely shocked.

"That's right" I answered.  "Uncle Rick is my Daddy."

"Oh my God" he said.  "No wonder Daddy has treated you so bad all these
years.  Now I understand."

"But it wasn't fair, Jeremy" I said.  "You know that.  I had nothing to do
with it.  He's made me pay all these years for something that I didn't do."

"Yeah, I can see that" he said.  "That was pretty shitty."

"That's putting it mildly" I said.

"You just found this out" he asked and then answered his own question.  "Of
course you did.  Uncle Rick just told you.  So, what are you going to do?"

"Stan needs to pay" I said.  "He needs to pay for all the shit he's given
me."

"I don't know, Jerod.  I don't know" he said.  "What can you do?"

"Don't you agree?" I asked him.  "Don't you think he should have to pay for
treating me like this?"

"Well, maybe.  But ... but ... he's our Daddy."

"Yeah, that's the problem" I said.  "He's not.  He's not my Daddy.  I used
to hate him when I thought he was my Daddy for the way he treated me, but
now I hate him even more.  Before he was just a son-of-a-bitch father who
loved beating on me, but now that I know the whole story it's even worse.
He's an evil son-of-a-bitch and he ain't my father and he was taking out
his anger and frustrations on me when I was a little kid.  He needs to be
punished."  Jeremy mulled this around in his mind for a moment.

"But you already punished him" he said.  "Mommy told me you spanked him.
You actually spanked him.  And I've seen how he acts around you now.  He's
obviously afraid of you.  What more do you want?"

"I'm sixteen years old, Jeremy" I said.  "He's been treating me like shit
for sixteen years.  Yes, I spanked him, but how many hundreds of times did
he spank me?"

"Yeah, I know" he muttered.  "But ... but ..."

"I want him to pay, Jeremy" I said.  "What I've done to him doesn't begin
to answer for all the years of hell he put me through."  There was a long
pause while Jeremy thought about it.

"Okay.  So?" he said.  "What?  What do you want from me?"

"I told you Rick fucked him.  He fucked him a lot.  How about if I fucked
him?  He's had it before but it would be humiliating for him to have me do
it.  You think?"

"I can't believe that Uncle Rick was actually fucking him, and Mommy too"
he said.  "Does that mean that Daddy's gay?"

"I don't know what it means" I said.  "Maybe.  Probably.  I don't know what
he is.  Maybe he's just a bitter disgusting creep who loves to be
dominated.  I don't know."

"I suppose if Uncle Rick was fucking him all that time, he must like it.
You think so?"

"He either liked being fucked, or he liked being dominated, or maybe he
just loved being controlled by his brother.  Who knows what goes on in that
twisted mind of his?  But it had to be humiliating for him to be fucked in
front of Lois.  And Rick said they even had threesomes."

"I don't know, Jerod" he said.  "This is just too crazy.  It sounds to me
like if you fucked him it would be humiliating, but maybe not.  Maybe he
would like it.  Just how crazy is that?"

"Here's what I thought I'd do, Jeremy" I said.  "I don't necessarily want
to hurt him, because I might get carried away and end up killing him or
something, he's such a wimp.  I want to humiliate him.  I want to really
demoralize him and embarrass him as much as possible.  I've talked to my
friend, Brett, the quarterback.  You know him?"

"Yeah, I know who he is."

"I thought I'd have Brett fuck your Daddy while you and I watch.  That
would be pretty damn humiliating, don't you think?"

"Don't include me in this, Jerod" he said.  "I don't want to be a part of
it."

"I am including you in this, Jeremy" I said.  "The way to humiliate him is
to have his own son there watching.  It wouldn't work otherwise."

"He might end up hating me, Jerod" he said.  "How do you think he would
treat me after I watched him being fucked?  And how could I respect him
after that?"

"You don't respect him now, Jeremy" I said.  "You know it.  He's completely
under my control, so how could you have any respect for him?"  Jeremy
didn't reply, recognizing the truth to what I said.  "Maybe we could have
Mommy watch as well" I said.

"Oh, come on, Jerod.  Let's not overdue it" he said, completely shocked.
"Don't get Mommy involved."  I decided not to tell him that Mommy was
already involved because I'd fucked her and she's blown me.  That's
something he didn't need to know.

"But she treated me almost as badly as Stan did, and you know it" I said.
"She's been a real bitch and needs to be humiliated as much as Stan does."

"Maybe" he said.  "But she's your real mother.  Your biological mother."

"Yeah, so what?  She's still a cunt and I wouldn't mind sticking it to
her."

"Come-on, Jerod, don't say that" he said.

"Okay, maybe" I said.  "But are you game?  You're willing?  This is a
onetime thing only, Jeremy.  Just to let him know it was despicable the way
he treated me all those years.  Okay?"

"I know he deserves it, Jerod" he said.  "But ... but ...  Well, okay, I'll
go along with it."

"Good, man" I said, giving him a grin and a pat on the back.  "We're
brothers, and from now on we're going to be friends too."  He hesitantly
grinned back at me.

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So now I've got my brother on my team.  I'm not sure he is totally
convinced because, after all, this is his biological father who has always
treated him nicely.  But he has a certain amount of guilt because he
treated me badly as well, following his Daddy's lead.  So he was no dummy.
He realized that I deserved some kind of pay back, and although Stan
treated him well, he was aware of how outrageous it was that I was treated
so badly.

So the plan was in the works.  I was going to get Stan into my bedroom and
work him over a bit to get him in the right frame of mind, clearly letting
him know why this was happening, and then Brett and Jeremy would come in.

The question I still had was Lois, my Mommy.  Did I bring her in to watch
or even take part in the action?  I think it would be really cool to fuck
her while Brett fucked Stan except that I knew Jeremy would have a fit.  He
didn't know I'd already fucked her and that she seemed to be hot for my
dick.

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I think Mommy was wondering why I hadn't said anything or done anything.  I
mean, she'd told me the whole story of how Stan was not my father, and she
must have guessed that Rick must have given me the complete lowdown of the
relationship between the three of them.  She must have been waiting for an
explosion, and wondering why it hadn't happened.

But I was enjoying the suspense.  Mommy was on edge, Jeremy was on edge,
and Stan was on edge as well but for different reasons.  Stan didn't know
what I'd learned from Mommy or what I learned from Rick, but he cringed
around me because he knew I was in charge and he had to treat me with kid
gloves.  He had no idea what was coming.

It was Tuesday morning when I decided to make my move.  Mommy looked up
when I came into the dining room because I didn't usually join them for
breakfast.  She suspected something was going on.  However, I didn't say a
word and just got my cereal and juice and sat down.

"Jerod, you're up early" she said.

"Yes, I am" I said simply.

 Mommy always left first in the morning, followed by Stan and then Jeremy
and me.  But this morning she dawdled around wondering why I was up so
early.  Wondering what I was up to.

She gave me a good long look but didn't say anything more.  Brett had
slipped in last night after everyone was in bed, so he was still upstairs
in my bedroom.  We were ready.  We just had to get Mommy out of the house.

"You're going to be late for work, Mommy" I finally said as she fiddled
around in the sink.

She gave me another hard look, but then got her purse and left the room.  I
waited until I heard her car pull out of the garage before I did anything.

"I'm not going to school today, Daddy" I said.  He had been sitting across
from me reading the paper.  At least he seemed to be reading, although
these days he was always nervous when I was in the room.  I did notice that
he was constantly looking at the clock, pretending that everything was
normal.  From the way the paper was shaking I knew he was worried.

"Okay, Jerod" he said, not questioning me as to why I was not going to
school.  Taking a deep breath he put the paper down and stood up. "Well,
I've got to go in a little early today."

"No you don't" I said.

"What?" he said, looking startled.  I just stared at him for a moment
watching his face change from surprise to nervousness to fear.  Yes, he was
afraid and I couldn't help but smile.

 "I'm not going to school and you're not going to work" I said, grinning
from ear to ear.  "Jeremy's already called in and told them you're sick."

"Jerod" he said in a shocked voice.  "Jerod, please ...  What ...?  Don't
...  Don't ...  What's going on?"

"It's payback time, Daddy" I said sweetly, continuing to grin.  Then I
stood up and stripped.  All I was wearing was a tank and shorts so I was
naked in seconds.  Just for the hell of it, I gave him a double bicep pose.
"I bet this turns you on, Daddy" I laughed.  "Big dominant bodybuilder.
Big muscle stud, just like Uncle Rick."

"Jerod, listen" he said.  "Stop this.  Please stop this.  I've already
agreed not to tell you what to do anymore.  You've got what you wanted.  So
please, just stop this."  It was wonderful to hear him say please, a word
he had never used with me before.

"Yes, I've got what I wanted" I said.  "But you haven't.  You haven't got
what you deserve.  After sixteen years of treating me like shit, you
deserve more than just behaving yourself.  Today is payback day."

I stepped around the table and twisted his arms behind his back, grabbed
him by the collar and frog-marched him into the living room.  I'd planned
to do this in my bedroom, but the living room was roomier, and I'd love to
see Brett fuck Stan on the sofa.

Standing behind him I reached around and grabbed his shirt ripping it
apart, popping all the buttons, and pulled it over his shoulders and off.
Grabbing his undershirt at the top seam, I ripped it down the back and then
pulled the tatters up over his head.

He'd been yelling: `Jerod, Jerod, Jerod' which kept the grin on my face.  I
was loving this, roughing him up, and so was my prick.  I was getting hard.
Tasking him in a headlock, I eased my mostly hard prick against his butt,
and then bending my knees, fucked up and down against his pants.

"Shit," I said into his ear.  "I'm going to be jealous of Brett.  I want to
be the one to fuck you."  Now fully hard, I banged my prick against his
butt a few more times.  Then I reached down and got my arm behind his knees
and lifted him up, holding him upside down.  Holding him there with one
arm, I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.  Then lowering him onto his
back, I pulled his shoes off, grabbed his pant-legs and jerked his pants
off.

He lay there on the floor in his undies looking up at me with a shocked
look on his face.  But after only a second I saw that his eyes were drawn
to my nine inch schlong sticking out with a drop of pre-cum dripping of the
head.

"Yeah.  Turn's you on doesn't it?" I laughed at his look of amazement.
Uncle Rick wasn't nearly as big as me so I figure Stan had never seen one
this big.  I grabbed it and wiggled it back and forth a few times, grinning
up a storm.  "Hell yes this turn's you on."

Leaving him there on the floor I stepped out into the hall and called up
the stairs.  "Brett, Jeremy, come on down.  We'll do it down here."

Brett came first, completely nude, with his hand working his very hard
prick.  And god, was he handsome.  It almost took my breath away, and my
big schlong got even harder.  I wanted to fuck `Daddy' but I wanted to fuck
Brett even more.

"You ready?" I asked and then caught myself.  "Hell, yes, you're ready.  I
can see you're ready."  God, he was hot, and I was thrilled that he'd said
he loved me.  Seeing him come down those stairs with his hand on his prick
was a true vision of masculinity.

"You betcha" he said returning my big grin.

Following behind him was Jeremy, wearing pajama bottoms.

"Get out of those pj's, Jeremy" I said.  "You need to be naked to enjoy
this."

"It's okay, Jerod" he said.

"No it's not" I snapped.  "Get out of them or I'll get you out of them."
So much for my saying we were going to be friends.  But I was so used to
ordering him around that it was going to be had to change.  But he did what
he was told, removing his pajamas and underwear.

When the three of us entered the living room, Stan was still on the floor,
although he was now sitting up.  "Jerod, don't do this.  I'm your father."
That, of course, caused me to howl in laughter, and even Jeremy and Brett
chuckled a little.

"You're my father?" I asked sarcastically.  "Since when?"  Stepping over to
him I pushed him flat onto the floor.  Pinning his arms with my knees I sat
on his belly and grabbed onto my dick.  "I've got a few things to tell you
Daddy."

So I laid it all out, the whole story, although the short version.  About
what I'd learned from Mommy and from Rick.  Supposedly he didn't even know
that I was Rick's son, but I laid that on him as well.

"You're a real bastard, `Daddy'" I said and I slapped his face.  "A real
son-of-a-bitch."  I slapped him again.  "It's pay up time, Stan."

As I talked his face got whiter and whiter.  He knew he was in deep shit.
I explained to him that he deserved this for being such a bastard, but I
was going to go easy on him.  Today's punishment was going to be a onetime
event, and if he behaved himself, I wouldn't put him through it again.

Brett and Jeremy stood there in awe, each with a hand on his dick, as I
explained everything to Stan, and slapped him occasionally.  But I think
they were just as interested to the big monster I was playing with, with my
hand.  In face there were four guys in the room, including me, who were
totally fascinated by my big dong.

As I stood up, I grabbed his underwear and dragged them down off of his
legs.  Then, taking hold of his hair, I pulled him up to his knees.  His
dinky prick was soft, even with two hunky muscle-boy teenagers in the room,
but I think he was too frightened to get hard.

"Keep in mind, Stan, that this is punishment that you deserve" I said.
"And you're going to cooperate.  If you try to give me any shit, you're
going to be one sorry son-of-a-bitch."  Still holding his hair I pushed my
dick into his face.

"Kiss it" I ordered him.  "Kiss my big dick."  He looked up at me with the
most sorrowful look you can imaging, and it almost made me laugh.  "Kiss
it, I said."  He lowered his eyes from my face to my dick and actually
licked his lips.  Yes he did.  I'm sure he didn't even realize it, it was a
subconscious thing, but he was hot for my dick.  As he hesitated, I gave
him another slap to the face.  His cheeks were now red from my multiple
slaps.

"Kiss it" I said again as I pushed into his face.  Now he kissed it.

"Again" I said.  And he did it again, just a short peck.

"This is my friend, Brett" I said as I stepped back.  "Kiss his dick."  I
waved Brett over to stand in front of him.

"Jerod, please" Stan said softly.

"I said kiss his dick.  Now do it" I snapped at him.  Again there was
hesitation, so I had to slap him again.  Then he did what he was told, and
kissed Brett's dick.  I stepped back in close and pushed my prick up next
to Brett's.  "Kiss them.  Kiss them both" I ordered him.  He obeyed me,
alternating between Brett's and mine.

"You getting this, Jeremy" I asked looking over at him.  Jeremy nodded his
head.  Stan did not react but kept kissing our pricks.  He didn't seem to
be aware that Jeremy was watching, or at least he wasn't terribly bothered
by it.  I was a bit disappointed, because I wanted Jeremy looking on to be
a crushing blow to him.  I wanted him to be devastated.

I grabbed him by the hair again and led him stumbling on his knees over to
the sofa.  Throwing him on his back, I raised his legs, getting him ready
for the assault on his ass.  "Brett, you're up" I said.

Brett came over and got lined up behind him as I held his legs up.

"You want me to grease him up, Jerod?" he asked.  I thought about it.  I
wanted to hurt him, but I didn't want to tear him up.  Taking him dry would
be a bitch.

"I'll do it" I said, and moved to hold his legs with one arm as I spit into
my hand.  Rubbing it into his crack, I spit again and jammed a finger into
him.  That got quite a yelp out of him.  "Now he's ready" I chuckled, and
Brett chuckled along with me.  But then he spit into his own hand and
rubbed it up and down his very hard prick.

Stan had this look of horror on his face as Brett moved in and took aim.  I
got my arm out of the way and put Stan's legs on Brett's shoulders.  Brett
grabbed his legs however, and spread them wide, giving him the splits as he
pushed with his dick.  I waved Jeremy over as I watched the head of Brett's
prick pop into Stan's hole.

"Agggggg" Stan moaned as Brett's cock slipped into him.  "Oh, shit.  Jerod"
he gasped.

"It ain't me, Pops" I laughed.  "This is Brett."  Brett held on for a
moment giving Stan a chance to adjust, before pushing in again.  Moving
very slowly in and out and going slightly deeper with each thrust, he very
gradually began to fuck.  I was on my knees watching from not more than
three feet away, and I pulled Jeremy down with me.  "Give it to him, Brett.
Give it to him" I said.

So Brett sped up slightly, getting a good rhythm going.  "Oh, shit he's
tight" he said.  "Your old man is tight."  I'd had my hand on my dick this
whole time, keeping it super hard, and I realized that I now wanted to be
where Brett was.  I wanted to be fucking my `evil father'.

If it had been anyone else except Brett there, I think I would have dragged
him off and stuck my own dick in there.  But Brett was doing me a favor by
fucking Stan.  I'd just have to wait my turn.  My turn?  Hell yes, my turn.
When Brett was done I was going to fill that hole with my own dick.

"Go to it Brett.  Give it to him good" I said, urging him on.

That's when I heard the garage door open.

`Oh, shit' I mumbled to myself.  I knew Mommy had been suspicious about why
I was up so early and in a hurry to get her out of the house this morning.
Obviously, she was more suspicious than I thought.  She's skipping work and
coming back to see if anything is going on.  Fuck!  This was going to ruin
everything.

"Holy, shit.  That's Mommy" Jeremy gasped as he started to get up.  I
grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back down.

"You ain't going nowhere" I said.  At the same time I was tussling with
Jeremy, Stan started to fight and try to force Brett off of him.  But Brett
was no pussy and held on to him, and barely hesitated in his fucking.

But Mommy.  What was she doing here?  What now?  Think fast Jerod.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it" Stan was yelling.

But it was an easy decision.  We'd just go with the flow.  Whatever
happened, happened.  It was too late to worry about it now.

"Don't stop, Brett.  Don't stop.  Keep right on" I said.  "Fuck the hell
out of that son-of-a-bitch."

"That's Mommy, Jerod" Jeremy said.  "That's Mommy.  Let me go.  Let me go."

"No way, bro" I said.  "You're staying right here.  If she wants to watch,
she can watch."

And then she was standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Mommy dearest" I said sweetly giving her a grin.  "We're teaching
your husband a lesson."

She actually screamed at me.  "Jerod!  What are you doing?  Stop this right
now."

"It ain't me, Mommy" I laughed.  Yes, I laughed.  What else was I supposed
to do except put on a strong defense?  "It's Brett.  He's doing the
fucking."  Then I stood up.  Her eyes were immediately drawn to the very
hard nine inch dong sticking out of my middle.  I made it bob up a down a
couple times as she stared at it.  And her eyes remained glued there as I
walked over to her.

 "Jerod" she screamed.  Then, seemingly coming to her senses, she looked up
and saw Jeremy for the first time.  "Jeremy, what are you doing?"  I
grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her back against the door casing and
latched my lips onto her's.  She struggled for a bit but I held on.  I
finally grabbed her hair to hold her head steady as I continued the rough
kiss.  And gradually, very gradually, she joined in and started to return
it.

Evidently forgetting that there was anyone else in the room she started
moaning softly, and I felt the tension leave her as she joined me in the
kiss.  I reached up and got a handful of tit and squeezed it.  You think
she wasn't an oversexed female?  Forgetting everything that was going on,
she was getting totally turned on.  And I was damn sure she was thinking of
my prick.  And that was definitely true because as the kiss went on and on
she reached down and grabbed me and let out a loud moan.  I knew she was
hot for me and my prick but this aggressiveness surprised me.  She didn't
give a shit about anything or anybody, or what was going on in the room.
She just wanted my big prick.

"Mmmmm" she murmured as I let go of her tit and reached around to squeeze
her ass.  I could hear Brett banging into Stan's ass in the background as I
kept the kiss going on and on.  I said I wanted to take my turn fucking
Stan, but right now Lois was a whole lot more convenient and available.

Grabbing her skirt and jerking it up to her waist, I yanked her panties
down.  As simple as that, boom, boom, boom, I pressed my dick up against
her cunt and slid smoothly into her.  Oh yeah, she was wet.  Bending my
knees slightly and fucking up into her, I rammed in hard, actually lifting
her up onto her toes.  She screamed.  Not in anger or pain, but in ecstasy.

"Jerrrrroooood" she howled.  "Jerod, Jerod, Jerod."  Now I started to
really go at it., ramming up into her and lifting he up to her toes with
each thrust.  Then she started going: `Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh' as I banged into
her.  As I've said before, women are not my thing, but fucking my own
mother was an absolute delight.  Total power, total control, total sexual
craving on her part.  I had no doubt whatsoever that she would be more than
willing to be a total slave to my big pecker.

"Jerod, Jerod, ohhh, Jerod" she murmured.  Not screaming now, but loud
enough for everyone to hear.  I was sweating up a storm and could already
feel a churning in my balls as I kept a steady rhythm of plunging into her.
I could hear in the background that Brett was really going at it and was
grunting with each slam into Stan's ass.

I don't know what Jeremy was doing, but he sure was getting an eye full.

It was Brett that started to cum first, making loud `ugh, ugh, ugh' sounds
as he started to shoot.  My prick had been hot and dripping even before
Mommy arrived, so I was right behind him, and damned if I didn't hear
Jeremy making grunting sounds like maybe he was coming too.

Slamming into Mommy one final time, and actually lifting her up off her
feet, I held her there against the door casing and started blasting into
her as she wrapped her legs around me.  She was whimpering now in complete
rapture, as I shook uncontrollably with each shot into her cunt.

As I fired my final shot, I just leaned into her, holding her up against
the door casing, and then gave her a sharp bite on the neck.  Marking my
territory?  Perhaps.  But definitely giving her something to remember me
by.  We were both panting and trying to get out breath back as I held her
there for a couple minutes.

When I finally stepped back, allowing my dick to slide out of her and her
feet to return to the floor, I turned around, took a look, and laughed.
Yes, laughed.  Jeremy was still on his knees but there was a puddle in
front of him where he had cum.  And, even funnier, there was a puddle on
Stan's chest and belly where he had shot his load as well.  I knew Brett
came, I heard him.  I could see that Jeremy and Stan had cum.  I came.  I
know Lois came as well.

What is it they say?  `A good time was had by all.'  You can damn well bet
that a good time was had by all, because everybody came.  Ejaculations all
around.

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As you can imagine, I pretty much took `Uncle' Rick's place in Mommy and
Daddy's lives, but not quite how you might think.  Rick used to go to their
bed and fuck them, but I was a whole lot less interested in them than he
was.  I mean, I was still a sixteen year old and a real muscle stud, so I
had hunky young teens lining up to have me screw them.  So I wasn't
particularly interested in old people like Stan and Lois.

Lois, my Mommy, would have had me every day if I had allowed it, but I
wasn't interested.  She's female and I'm a queer, and I don't want to stick
my dick into a cunt.  However, a few times she actually climbed into my bed
during the night and begged me, actually begged me with tears in her eyes
to fuck her.  So, hey, I ain't no monster.  I wouldn't be so cruel as to
throw her out of my bed.  So I'd make her blow me first, and then I'd fuck
her.  She was thrilled.  Once, Brett was there with me and he was more than
willing to fuck her while she sucked me off.  I think he had a tendency to
be a bisexual.

I turned Stan into my lackey.  It wasn't all that difficult because it
turns out he was not only crazy for bodybuilders, but he was crazy for big
cocks as well.  Yes he was in love with Rick, his brother, but that was
because Rick was a dominant hunk, a real muscle stud.  I was a dominant
muscle stud as well and I had a bigger dick than Rick had, so Stan was
really hot for me.  He didn't fall in love with me like he did Rick, but I
think he fell in love with my dick.  He also loved it rough and that's what
I gave him.

But, as I said, he was old, over thirty.  I didn't like fucking old guys
but I really enjoyed playing around with Stan.  By playing with him I mean
humiliating him.  So I made him come to me every day and ask.  Every day.
He had to come up to me after dinner and ask: `will you fuck me today,
Sir?'  Yeah, he had to call me sir.  I'd give him a big grin as I reached
down and groped my crotch, drawing his eyes to my prick, and I'd say: `not
today, boy'.  Then he'd thank me: `thank you, sir' he'd say.

I'd tell him no most of the time, but he had to ask me every day.  The
truth is he loved my big dick and he loved getting fucked, so I'd do him
occasionally, either a blow job or a fuck, depending on my mood.  If Brett
was around I'd have him do it.  We'd usually do him in my bedroom but
sometimes right in the living room in front of the TV.  It didn't matter to
me if Jeremy or Mommy were around, and I didn't let it bother Stan either.
He did what I told him.

I laid down the law to him that he had to fuck Lois on a regular basis as
well.  I couldn't stop her from lusting over my dick which she did all the
time, but if Stan kept her reasonably happy, I hoped she'd keep off my back
(or my dick).

Jeremy and I actually became friends.  He still looked up to me as his big
brother, but I went easy on him and he didn't fear me anymore.  And he
never said anything those times when he walked in on me or Brett fucking
Stan.  He never criticized.  He'd just walk away.  He'd lost any respect
he'd had for him anyway.

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Brett and I became very close.  He was at my house or I was at his a couple
times a week.  He had an asshole for a father as well, so we put him in his
place.  We didn't fuck him, but we made sure he didn't boss Brett around
anymore.

It turns out we didn't have to go to Rictor Junior College after all.  We
both received scholarships to the University of Ohio, me in wrestling and
Brett in football.  We're living in the dorm this year, but hope to get a
place together next year.

I'm still playing the field, and so is Brett, sometimes.  With my looks and
amazing physique it's child's-play to pick up some cute young guy who wants
to be dominated by a real muscle stud.  I mean, I worked hard to build this
incredible body of mine and it's only right that I take advantage of hot
guys who are lusting after me and wanting me to use them.

So. I definitely make use of enthusiastic young guys, having my fun by
slapping them around a bit and making them beg to be allowed to worship me.
And I don't mean just simple muscle worship.  I mean one hundred percent
dedicated devotion to my body.  You'd be amazed at what a guy can do with
his tongue after you encourage him by slapping him around a little.  I can
tell you, there's no shortage of hunky worshipers out there willing to
serve, particularly on a college campus.

But Brett is still talking about that `white picket fence', and he's more
than willing to become monogamous.  But we're not even eighteen yet and I
wonder if it isn't a little early to be thinking of settling down.  I tell
Brett I'd feel sorry for all the hot young would-be worshipers if I took
myself out of circulation, and he'd laugh.  He'd laugh, but then he'd climb
on and give my dick a fucking of historical proportions.  Brett is hot.
Brett is super-hot.  He almost makes me want that `white picket fence'.

I do love Brett, but I'm not quite ready to give up on all those hot young
worshipers.  Not yet anyway.  Maybe next year.  Marriage is now legal, so I
admit, I've been thinking about it.

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