Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:17:36 -0600
From: Keith Peters <fman52960@gmail.com>
Subject: "The Son-In-Law Part II", Part III of the "The Men of the House"

The Son-In-Law
Part II

The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex acts between
consenting adult males.  If you are offended or if it is illegal for you to
view such materials, then leave now.  By proceeding further you agree that
you are of legal age and not in violation of any local or Federal laws
governing such.


	I'm not, as a rule, a wimp.  I've experienced torn ligaments and
the surgery to correct them, broken bones, gall bladder surgery and various
other sources of intense pain.  My threshold is pretty high when it comes
to hurting.  But there has always been one pain that, for me, has been
insurmountable.  The intense pain I felt in my ass when I was trying to
take a dick.
	Now, I've heard everything from, "let him just ram it in and get it
over with," to take it slow and easy but no matter how hard I tried, I
couldn't take another man's dick up my ass.  It felt as though someone were
shoving one of those medieval war clubs with the sharp spikes on it up my
poop shoot but only after having heated those spikes to a cherry red glow.
No exaggeration implied or intended.
	Back in the 80's I had a regular friend/ gym buddy who, like me,
was a married working man.  He was taller than me (about six four or so)
and had a dick that would make some horses jealous.  Many times during our
after-the-workout sessions at my house, he expressed a desire to fuck me.
We attempted, but it was too big and the above mentioned pain ran me from
it.  We settled for mostly oral.
	I did, however, have another married friend whom I saw briefly
during the same time period who was cute and had a rather average-sized man
pole.  When I told him of my desire to be fucked and the difficulty I was
having taking my other friend's monster cock he suggested we try with his
considerably smaller tool.  I told him it might help if we started with him
on his back and me sitting on his erection.  That would put me in control
of how fast and how much cock I could take.
	This solution, though still quite painful and rather time
consuming, worked well.  Once I had sat down completely on his cock (the
process having taken quite a bit of our time) we were able to switch
positions and he fucked me royally.  I can still recall that first time.
He shot such a huge load in my ass that it was running out of my crack and
down over my balls.  I stayed where I was, lying on my stomach, for quite
some time basking in the remarkable feeling.
	I decided to try it with my other friend's huge, uncut cock.  But
while I was trying to sit down slowly upon it, he got overly excited and
shoved himself at me.  The excruciating pain caused me to jump off of him,
dancing a little naked jig in my bedroom and howling while I waited for the
pain to subside.  Regrettably, I was never able to take the big guy's big
gun.
	Now fast forward to 2008. I had decided to take over a failing
business in a town more than an hour from where we lived.  At first, I
stayed there during the week and went home on weekends to see my family.
My daughter and her family were still living with us at the time but I only
got to see them on the weekends.  This was for the first seven months of
2006 after which, my family moved to a town much closer to my business so I
was home every evening.  During this time, however, my daughter and her
family moved into a small place of their own nearer the town we had just
left.
	After two years of struggling and working long hours, I decided to
declare the business a failure (this was about the time the economy
collapsed) and we set our sights on moving back to the moderate-sized town
from which we had come.  My daughter approached me about that time asking
if we would agree to move in with them into what was (for them) a larger
house which they could not afford on their own.  Of course, having no other
options pending, we agreed.
	Needless to say, my son-in-law was more than happy to have us live
with them.  Or, more correctly, he was more than happy to have ME move in
with them.  They moved into the house the first of May and we followed the
first of June.  Keep in mind that my son-in-law and I during this entire
period of time were still hooking up every chance we could.  I would spend
as much time as I could sucking him and rubbing him over his entire body
before finally taking his beautiful cock in my mouth and blowing him to
completion.
	Please allow me to take this opportunity to give those who may be
interested a little insight into my son-in-law's personality.  My
son-in-law is a typical Mississippi redneck.  He hunts, fishes, plays
baseball in the summer time and watches football in the fall.  He speaks
fluent Southern but very little English.  The title Mr. Macho would not be
out of place for him.  He HATES effeminate men, refuses to suck a dick, and
will absolutely NOT allow himself to be fucked.  In point of fact, he never
even touched my dick until one afternoon while we were working on my car we
had to drive into town to get a part to complete the repairs.  I had worked
all night and was very tired.  As I was driving down the highway trying
desperately not to fall asleep he told me to pull my dick out, which I did
and he immediately took it in his hand and began jacking me off.
       Needless to say, I was awake immediately.  I have had men touch my
cock and jack me off a few times in my life but I guess because it was HIM,
my dick suddenly felt better than it had in a long time.  Since then, he
has not hesitated to touch me or jack me or play with my balls.
       Now, you may be asking yourselves why I would want to spend time
with a guy who at one time wouldn't even touch me.  Some of you, of course,
may already understand, but for those who don't I'll try and explain.  I
like dick.  Dick is good.  He has dick.
       I did not then realize that something was happening to the both of
us.  Only recently has this awareness struck me.  You see, what started out
for me as a simple desire to suck dick and for him as just another way to
get his rocks off has somehow taken on a new and different life of its own.
The boy who only wanted to be sucked is now the man who will fondle my
manhood.  The guy who nervously ejaculated into my mouth in a bathroom one
night and then left without a word, is now the man who is telling me his
most intimate secrets and darkest desires.  The young fellow who stipulated
early on that there would be no kissing, is now the man with whom I can and
do passionately lock lips with while our tongues dance playfully together.
In short, we have developed a rather new and interesting relationship.
       Now, we were once more living in the same house.  It didn't take
long for us to start planning our rendezvous or to begin scouting out
opportunities to play.  It was made a bit easier by the fact that the job I
worked was overnight while my wife and daughter worked during the day and
he had no job.  My teenage son was either at school or at his grandfather's
house (his grandmother had passed in May so he was a comfort to his
grandfather during this time).  So, whenever my son-in-law got horny (which
was pretty much every day) he would come to my room and wake me for our
usual blow and go.
       As I mentioned before, however, things were changing between us.  He
had long expressed a desire to fuck me.  Initially, for him, this was out
of a heart of control and a lust for power, imagining the act of shoving
his ample cock up another man's ass as a way of subjugating the guy.  I
think he would enjoy being a "Master" in one of those Master/Slave
relationships.  Unfortunately, I don't make the best submissive.
       Yes, I do like to sit at another man's feet rubbing and kissing them
to please us both; and, yes, I have come to LOVE having a dick in my ass.
But there is far too much playful personality in me to be a very good
slave.  Anyway, I said, "initially."
       The truth is, we were both moving into a relationship that was not
what either of us expected.  Now, he wanted in me for almost the same
reasons I wanted him in me.
        Likewise, I had developed an overwhelming desire to have him inside
of me.  He has what I consider to be the perfect ass-fucking dick.  It's
about 9 inches long and about two and a half or three inches in diameter.
Long and narrow, so that it goes in easy but goes in deep.
       Now, it's difficult enough to find the time for quick blow jobs or
an occasional grope and feel, with all the women running around our house.
So, when he and I found ourselves suddenly alone one afternoon we wasted no
time getting down to business.
       After the "girls" had left on their various errands, he and I headed
to my bedroom.  As usual, I started by rubbing my hands over his chest and
then under his tee shirt, caressing his torso while simultaneously pulling
off his shirt.  The smell of sweat from his armpits was pleasantly
overpowering.  My cock responded accordingly.
       He moaned softly when my lips at first brushed and then nipped at
his small nipple.  I kissed and licked my way to his axial crux, tasting
his salty sweat while inhaling his masculine scent.  While my mouth was
thus occupied, my hands fumbled with the catches on his blue jeans.
       "Suck me," he ordered, my hands still fumbling with the connectors
and my mouth working away at his neck.  "Suck that big dick."
       My hands finally succeeded in undoing all the buttons on his 501's .
I ran my hands around his waist, giving his pants just enough encouragement
to fall to the floor.  My mouth was still working on his neck and upper
body while my hands caressed his hard, firm ass cheeks which were still
hidden by the boxer briefs he wore.
       I licked and sucked my way down his chest and stomach, following his
treasure trail to the dark fabric imprisoning the treasure.  I kissed,
licked, and nibbled his family jewels through the blackness incasing them.
My hands travelled down his legs, softly rubbing the light covering of hair
down to the tops of his boots.
       I pushed him gently.  Taking the hint, he flopped down on the bed,
allowing me to remove first one boot, then the other.  I slipped his pants
off and began rubbing his socked feet.  I brought them to my face, inhaling
the erotic scent of warm, damp leather left behind by the boots I'd just
removed.
       While kissing and massaging his feet, I slowly removed each sock
allowing me to kiss the naked flesh and take each toe into my mouth.  I
sucked each one making him feel as though he had suddenly grown ten more
penises.  The closing of his eyes and sharp intake of breath told me how
much he was enjoying my ministrations.
       I spent several long minutes paying close attention to his great
toes before licking my way up his legs and thighs.  Once I had reached his
crotch, I slipped my fingers in the waistband and pulled on his boxer
briefs, achieving my goal only after he raised his hips from the bed.  Now,
unencumbered, his semi-hard manhood flopped lazily across his right upper
thigh while his large balls pulsed in his scrotum.  Now that he was
completely nude I was able to insinuate myself between his powerful legs.
       My mouth engulfed his growing member, sucking the soft flesh to its
magnificent hardness.  I moved my mouth off of his baby maker, licking down
its length to the hairy ball sack underneath.  Inhaling the smell of the
man, I used my teeth to gently nibble the soft skin protecting his man
orbs.  I sucked each ball in turn into my mouth, savoring their salty
taste.  Routing around in the area between his scrotum and his legs, I
licked every part of his masculine crotch returning at length to the
pleasure pole at its center.
       Slowly, I swallowed his manhood.  I could feel the bulbous head
trying to block the passage to my throat.  Purposely, I dragged my teeth
along his shaft.  He is the only man I've been with who enjoys feeling
teeth on his cock.  He likes to feel them scraping his flesh and biting his
steely rod.
       "I want to fuck you.  I want to ram my dick up your ass."  I knew
this was coming.  I`d done everything I could to prepare for it.  I grabbed
the small bottle of Olive Oil I had set beside the bed.  I like olive oil
because it doesn't dry as quickly as water-based lubricants and it isn't
petroleum-based. Not to mention after coating it in olive oil I can eat his
dick like a salad.
       I oiled up my ass and then his shaft before moving into position. I
planted a pillow under my midsection while grabbing another to squeeze and
one to bite down on.  He moved around behind me spreading my legs to gain
access to my hole.  He gave a quick rub to my balls then pulled my ass
cheeks apart.  I felt him slide his soft steel up and down my crack a
couple of times then pressed firmly against my pucker.
       I bore down on him, opening myself to him, preparing myself for the
worst. He had told me once that his desire was to ram it in another man's
ass causing as much pain as he could to his victim.  I think it's a secret
rebellion against his own father, because he told me he preferred fucking
older men.  He really gets off on bringing pain ESPECIALLY if that pain
brings tears.
       But with me, he was different.  Gently he pushed forward pressing
the soft, sensitive crown of his glory against my tight, mostly virginal
asshole.  "Let me know if it hurts too bad."
       It was the thought of his gentleness that made me want to take him
in despite the pain I began experiencing.  Knowing him as I did, that he is
filled with rage and that rage expresses itself in every area of his life
especially sex, filled me with a strange kind of wonder.  I knew he wanted
to rip me apart, that for his own gratification he'd rather force himself
inside of me inflicting as much pain and demoralization as he possibly
could.  I knew he'd like nothing more than to reduce me to tears, a
whimpering mass of subservient flesh.  And, yet, here he was being
uncharacteristically gentle, taking his time, allowing me to accommodate
him.  I realized then that I am, perhaps, the only man he has ever really
respected.
       The pain started.  His large, bulbous cock head was just piercing my
flesh forcing my anus to open like the shutter on a camera.  I took a deep
breath and, against my own advice, tensed up my entire body while biting
down on the pillow in front of me.
       "You okay," he asked.  Again, the uncharacteristic gentleness was
evident. He was truly concerned.
       "I'm okay," I gasped.  "It hurts, but keep going."
       "Tell me if you need me to quit."
       "Not likely." I resumed biting the pillow, bearing down and trying
to relax.
       He pushed forward slowly.  A galaxy of stars burst onto my vision as
the pain went from a 5 on the ten scale to somewhere around 35.  Red hot
razors pierced my sphincter causing me to scream deep in my throat.  He
paused a moment then pushed again.  Again, a super nova burst in my vision,
but I was determined to feel his long, slender cock deep inside of me.
       Even after I was sure the head of his rod had passed my sphincter, I
still felt intense pain.  He pushed forward and the pain was considerably
less intense.  It wasn't long before he bottomed out.  I felt the whole of
his body pressed against mine and I reveled in the intimacy.  His scrotal
flesh slapped against mine redirecting my attention from the pain.
       Now, instead of the intensely sharp pains that I had been feeling I
only felt an irritating burning sensation in the opening of my anus. He
remained where he was for a few seconds partly out of consideration for my
pain and partly to keep from ejaculating too soon.  He was more turned on
than I had ever seen him.
       "How is it," He asked, a mixture of passion and concern in his
voice.
       "Oh, god, it's great!  I can feel you in me."
       Thus encouraged, he began humping me slowly, pumping his hips to
drive his steely manhood in and out of my ravaged ass.  The burning pain
began to subside as I was finally able to relax more.  Tentatively, I
squeezed my ass muscles around his cock.  I was afraid to move too much, I
didn't want him to slip out.  Feeling my movements encouraged him more and
he picked up the pace, driving his love muscle even deeper inside me.
       Suddenly something changed.  The burning pain in my poop shoot gave
way to an incredible feeling of pleasure.  It was as though his cock was no
longer an unwelcomed intruder but was, now, an integral and pleasurable
part of me.  I pushed back against him so that even more of my ass was
impaled on that beautiful piece of manhood and to keep him from pulling too
much of it out of me on his back thrust.
       "Oh, shit, that feels great!  Fuck me, man, fuck me harder!  I want
your cum inside me!"  My pleas encouraged him to work his tool harder
inside me.  Unfortunately, it also excited him way too much.  All too soon
I felt him bottom out, arching his back as he attempted to shove himself
balls and all deeply inside of me.  His body, pressed so pleasurably
against my own, shuddered slightly and I could feel the small pelvic spasms
that signaled his ejaculation.
       I wish I could say I felt each shot being plastered inside of me,
but I was too much in awe of the whole experience.  Yes, I knew he had bred
me.  Yes, I knew my insides had been coated with his baby gravy.  And, yes,
I felt more a part of him than I ever had before.
       Spent, he collapsed on top of me, our sweat-soaked bodies sliding
together like two parts of some beautifully well-oiled machine.  I felt one
or two more pelvic spasms indicating the last of his seminal soup was
basting the final few inches of my colon.  Much too quickly his magnificent
manhood softened and was taken from me by those vile laws of physics and
anatomy.  Were I able, I would have gladly spent the rest of my days
impaled upon his hardened member.
       He rolled of me in one quick motion.  With all too many of us, the
heat of passion can quickly be replaced with feelings of guilt or shame.  I
assume that was the case with him.  Quickly and quietly he dressed himself
while I lay naked and abandoned on my bed, remnants of our mating seeping
from my ravaged backside down my perineum, trickling over my scrotum.
       "How was it," I felt obliged to ask.
       "It was great," he replied, pulling on his tee shirt.  Then, as if
to explain away his actions, he said, "I just need to jump in the shower
and change clothes before somebody comes home."
       The truth of it, though annoying, was undeniable.  He left the room,
locking my door before closing it to afford me some privacy.  I was
unwilling to move, reveling in the idea of feeling his spermatozoa swimming
around inside of me.  I closed my eyes for a brief moment imagining his
tiny tadpoles whipping their little tales around in my ass.  I'm not sure
why, but for whatever strange reason this image excited me.  I suppose it
was the thought that if I were a woman I would allow him to impregnate me
just so I could bear his child, being fucked by him felt that good.
       When I opened my eyes again, I noticed one of his black sport socks
lying discarded on the floor.  It was one of those low-rise jobs that
exposed maybe two inches above the tops of his tennis shoes whenever he
wore them.  Today, he had worn his boots so I hadn't known until I removed
them what socks he had on.
       I reached down to pick up the sock which was still damp with his
foot sweat.  I briefly inhaled the scent of warm, damp leather that still
clung to the cloth.  Moving my hands underneath me, I inserted my rock hard
dick inside the damp sock, careful not to move too much or too suddenly.  I
didn't want to spill a drop of his seed from my ass.
       Slowly I rubbed my cock against my hand simulating the motions of
fucking. In my mind's eye I imagined his seed in my ass while his sweat
soaked sock engulfed my pleasure pole.  I moaned audibly fantasizing my
pre-cum and, soon, my seed mixing with the perspiration left in his sock as
though that, too, would make each of us more a part of the other.  My
cum-filled ass along with my aching balls led me to wish there was no one
else in the world at this moment but my son-in-law and myself.
       As more of his seed seeped from my crack my thoroughly hard cock
edged ever closer to its climax.  Without feeling them I knew my balls had
drawn up close to my body anticipating the moment of their release.  His
sweat on my cock, his cum in my ass lead me to what can only be described
as a mind-blowing orgasmic experience the likes of which a man may
experience precious few times in his life.
       My cock tensed, my back arched, my balls drew tightly against me and
my prostate contracted violently hurling my seed from its depths into my
son-in-law's waiting sock.  The whole of my being was racked with
convulsions as every cell in my body responded to the intensity of the
moment.  Every inch of me joined the symphony in a harmony of pleasure.
       Though the actual experience lasted a scant few seconds, it seemed I
was taken in my ecstasy for a very long time.  Having blasted the dark damp
sock with my own brand of baby oil, I sagged into the sheets and fell
immediately to sleep, dreaming of all that had transpired.
       When I awoke, I thought I had been asleep for hours.  In reality,
scarcely thirty minutes had passed.  I rolled onto my side slowly, fearing
the flood of fluids from my ass might stain the sheets.  As it was, my ass
still held much of his seed and was no longer allowing it to seep out.
Returning to my previous position with my stomach to the mattress, I
scooted off the bed and stood up.
       I was a little light-headed and my muscles felt a bit over-worked
from the earlier exercises.  Reaching behind me into the crack of my ass I
rubbed my fingers in the moistness there.  Bringing my hand to my nose I
inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his ejaculate.  "Yes," I told
myself, "it really had happened after all.  It was not just a dream."
       Reaching for my dick I discovered it still covered with my
son-in-law's sock which was now very wet not just from his sweat but from
my ejaculate, as well.  I slipped it off and, again, brought it to my nose.
       There is something intensely powerful about our sense of smell.
It's as though a thing is made more real by its aroma.  I could still smell
him in the fabric, but I could also smell the earthy scent of my own
emissions.  Smiling, I tucked the sock away in my private stash and headed
for the shower.


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