Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 13:24:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Four Sons Have the Hots for Chad

The doorbell rang at nine o'clock. He was right on time! A nice, sunny
Saturday morning. Peeking through the curtain I saw, as expected, Chad, the
young college jock and my long-time lover.

He was dressed in a wife-beater shirt and, when I opened the door, I saw
his long, baggy khaki shorts with their many pockets and his high-top
athletic shoes with the little white sox just sticking out the top. He was
slender, probably a 30-inch waist, very muscular chest, sandy-brown-blond
hair, blue eyes, and the slightest hint of a mustache. He broke into a
broad grin when he saw me.

"Hi, Professor Singer. How are you?" He quickly looked around to make sure
no one was in sight, continued to smile, and said. "Or, should I say, how
are you, Daddy?"

"I'm fine, Chad. The better question is, how are you, stud?"

With that, I motioned for him to come inside, then, once the door was shut
and locked, I groped his bulging groin and pulled him close, giving him a
long, sensuous kiss.

"Looks like I'll get an 'A' again in sociology," he said, with a slight
laugh.

"Could be. Depends on how today goes!"

He gulped. "Are they ready?"

"Oh, yeah, they are eager to wear you out. I've told them so much about you
and, of course, they've seen all our videos."

"All of them? Even the ones where I drank your piss?"

"Sure," I said. "They are very, very eager to have you please them -- and
please you -- and they wanted to watch everything you did with me." I
continued to touch him, unable to leave my hands off him. "They've been
begging and begging me to let you have sex with them - well, you know that
- and now we have this nice, long weekend for all six of us to play, play,
play!"

"OK, well, I'm ready. I haven't jacked off for three days so I'm pretty
desperate!"

I led him upstairs where my four sons were waiting. "Here's Bradley," I
said, stopping at the open door of the first room. "He's the older twin."

"Wow," Chad said. "So, Brad. Eleven?"

"Yeah," Bradley said, "eleven."

"Not even in high school. But," I said, with a smile, "he can suck cock
with the best of them."

"Jesus," Chad said, and rubbed hard at his cock. "Jesus."

Bradley lay there, nude, on his back, his hands behind his back, with a
devilish smile on his face. "Chad, Daddy lubed up my ass so you can fuck me
good." He licked his lips."And Daddy says I'm a great cocksucker, too, have
been for ages."

"For ages?" Chad exclaimed. "Wow. Of course, your daddy started feeding me
his cock when I was your age."

"I'm Daddy's whore. My hole will take your big cock. I got fucked by a
whole bunch of men just this week."

Chad looked at me. "Yeah, my poker club meets here every Thursday night. We
play on a glass-topped table so we can watch Bradley make his way around on
the floor, sucking on us, one by one. Sometimes, the game just ends as one
after the other of the guys can't take it any more and they have to fuck
him."

"Wow," said Chad, rubbing himself again.

"Yeah, even though the guys unzip their pants and slide it up his bare ass
and keep on playing, it doesn't work. They can't concentrate and we have to
take a break, all of us fuck him good and raw, and then the guys are too
tired to keep playing cards!"

"Man, oh, man," Chad said. By now, he'd unzipped his shorts and was
reaching inside, rubbing himself.

"I always let one of the guys take Bradley home as a 'door prize,' we call
it. We play for Braddie, not for money. He is the pot! The winner has to
bring him back the next morning on his way to work and ol' Bradley here is
usually so worn out he sleeps all the next day." I grinned. "I make it a
point of not asking, but I know some of these guys call up every pedophile
they know and get them over there to take care of their needs to have a
cute little boy who's not quite a teenager. Ol' Bradley is the biggest
whore I've ever seen. I'm so goddamn proud of him!" I patted Chad on the
shoulder, slowly, so as to rub his skin already damp from sweat. "Bradley
called me one night to say that he was absolutely covered with cum and that
guys were pissing on him while he was on the phone - right then!"

"Fuck!" Chad said. I could see the beads of sweat on his chest and soaking
into his wife-beater.

"Yeah, Bradley, as you can imagine, has a great reputation. When the poker
game is at another guy's house, I take him with me and he gets to work.
Sometimes, the wife of the host is around, so we have to take him, one at a
time, in the bathroom and fuck him in there, clean up, and come back out so
she doesn't know. After one round of getting rammed in his cute little ass,
he falls asleep on the couch and the wife says, 'Oh, he's so cute, so
innocent looking,' and we about die from trying not to laugh. She has no
idea he's full of cum that's slowly dripping out of his ass into his
panties. The last guy stuffs some TP up his ass and in his panties, so he
won't leak out and get her wondering why his shorts are so wet at the
back."

I walked to the room next to Bradley's. "Here's Jackie's room. You remember
Jackie? Bradley's twin. But even younger -- by half an hour! I brought him
to a wrestling meet one night and he watched me fuck that kid from Central
Middle School."

"The black kid who was trying to get you to stop -- well, OK, pretending
to, anyway!?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "until I got it in far enough it hit his prostate and he
want from 'oh, no' to 'ooooooh, yeah' and I knew he was MINE!"

"Fuck yeah," Chad said. "Remember? I got down and sucked him off after
that. It was my first black cock. Ummm. He had a nice one. Uncut, so I got
to pull the skin back and eat his cheese. That was awesome!!"

"Yeah, he was so sweaty and funky. One of those kids who sweats like a
water hose! Glistening black skin, damp suit-- "

"And," Chad interrupted, getting all excited, "I got to get my face down
between his legs. Man, did that smell! Oh fuck it was good!"

I smiled. "Yep, I remember how much you loved peeling off his wrestling
uniform, stripping it off his shoulders and sliding it down, watching out
for his kicking feet."

"Well, you helped me by sitting on him, holding him down. Man, he was
eager, but he was still not too sure about it."

"Not too sure, that is, until I got it rammed up inside him. Of course, you
sucking on his big cheesy cock at the same time sure helped things - he
could hardly know where to concentrate with having his cock sucked and
getting it rammed up his ass."

"Well, yeah, and then when Jackie stuck his boy cock in the kid's mouth,
all at the same time!! Fuck, coach, I was jealous!" He looked in at Jackie,
lying on his back, wearing the smallest of jack straps, the bulge in front
almost unbelievably large. "Man, Jackie. You got a big cock there!"

"Big enough to fuck you!"  We all laughed.

"He ain't never fucked anyone in his life, but his ass has been plowed so
much it must be smooth as silk in there from all the cock he's taken up
it. You're the only white guy he's ever had sex with, well, other than me
and his brothers, of course." I grinned at my son. "He sure does love black
guys. It's amazing how happy some of them are to be hugged and kissed by a
white dude and they don't seem to mind a white cock in their mouth, pumping
some good gooey stuff for them to taste and swallow!"  Chad was breathing
harder and harder, and he didn't stop rubbing his cock through his
underwear. He seemed desperate to begin something, anything, to relieve
himself!

"Ol' Jackie here manages to make them pant and moan and he feeds them his
meat. And, man, he just loves to eat black ass. The lucky boys are in for
such a treat."

"Hot!" Chad said. By now, he had pulled his briefs down under his balls so
that his cock and balls were outside his shorts and he was ever-so-slowly
masturbating, not wanting to cum, but wanting to bring himself to the edge
which wasn't difficult between seeing my beautiful boys, all waiting for
him, and these true stories I was telling him.

"Yep, he eats their asses, sucks on their black cocks and balls, and then
he has them lick and suck on his cock. Of course, some of them are quite
experienced, getting it from their dads at home - why, imagine that!" Chad
laughed and I smiled and gently took a hold of his cock and wiped off a
good amount of pre-cum and ate it, licking and sucking on my fingers. "He
pumps a load in them or on them and if it's on them, then he scoops it up
and makes them eat it."

"Goddamn!"

"Yeah, it's so so hot. We drive off with the kid, "the new boyfriend" I
call him, go to a Dairy Queen and buy him an ice cream cone, but we won't
let him have any, just a little lick, and we come right back home. We go
back up to my bedroom where I pull down my pants and crush the ice cream
all over my cock and balls and pubes and smeared all up my ass and we make
him eat it off, every bit, licking and tasting and cleaning me all up. Of
course, by the time he's halfway through, I've shot my own load in his
mouth, so the ice cream and the daddy cream are all mixed up. But, no one
ever complains."

"I bet not! Man, two boys the same age, one white and one black. Sounds
like heaven!"

"Daddy, you've taught so many of us the pure joy of sex. I was all confused
and ashamed and embarrassed, but, man, you made me so proud to be a
queer. I'd never know how good it all is unless you'd forced me to service
you back when I was Jackie's age."

"Well," I said, "I wouldn't call eagerly sucking me and swallowing me,
licking off what little was left on the head of my cock as 'forced.'"

We both laughed, gave each other a nice kiss, and moved to the next boy's
open door.

"Andrew."  Chad kept on slowly masturbating. He blew out a breath and went
"ummmm" very softly. Andrew was 13, the older of my other twin boys, with
blond highlights, a nice bush, a toned body, nicely developed chest,
muscular legs, and a large, long cock. He was handcuffed to the bed and
blindfolded. It looked like total bondage and S&M but Andrew was so hot to
be shown to Chad this way that his cock had been hard since we'd put him in
the cuffs - they were his favorite toy, he said.

"What's stuffed in his mouth?" Chad asked.

"Oh, that," I said, having almost forgot it was there, as I was watching
Chad watching him. "That's my buddy's underwear. He likes to wear those
tiny tiny bikini briefs. He was here about an hour ago, on his way home
from work. He's on the night shift. He usually stops here about that time
of day and has a nice slow fuck with Andrew. That's why there's a towel
under him. My friend's cum is still dripping out. Today, it's even more as
he brought two of his co-workers with him. They'd been hearing and hearing
about Andrew and couldn't wait to ride him. It was awesome, to watch them
take him, fuck him hard, ride him and ride him, and cry out when they were
coming! Then, they were so hot from it all and from watching each other and
from listening to him beg and beg for more and more that they each beat off
into that underwear. Andrew is actually sucking on the pair, drinking the
cum of three different men. See his Adam's apple? He's still gulping it
down. I've got the four-way all on tape. If you're a good boy, I might let
you watch it some time."

"But you wanted me to be a bad boy, I thought." He grinned that mischievous
grin that got him in trouble with me when he was in my history class. The
year, I took him in the supply closet and had him open my zipper, the
zipper he kept staring at in class, pull out my cock, and lick and suck it.

"Oh, hell, Chad, you're always a bad boy! Thank god!"

"One more to go!" Chad said. I swiped off some more pre-cum and licked my
fingers, swiped again and put my two fingers in Chad's mouth who sucked
hard on them.

"Wow," I said. "You're a natural-born cocksucker!"

"Fingersucker!"

"Yeah, well, you'd suck a phone pole if you could get it in your mouth." It
reminded me of the first photos I shot of Chad. He was clad only in tiny
white briefs, smaller than his size, and I had helped "bunch up" his cock
so it protruded nicely. He lay back, his legs slightly apart, and held a
peeled banana in his mouth, inserting about a quarter of it, slyly and
shyly smiling at the camera. I had pulled a bunch of my own pubic hair and
glued it to the inside band of the briefs so the hair stuck out just a
little bit, since Chad had almost none and it was very light colored. This
way, it looked as if he had a nice, dark bush just peeking in a teasing way
out of his underwear.  That picture got circulated on the Internet big time
after I posted it on a pedophile site.. That, along with some companion
photos, of him on his stomach, his undies pulled down to reveal his ass
crack, one with the banana in his ass, one of him nude, his legs spread
apart, and his finger in his ass, a finger of his other hand in his mouth,
sucking on it and looking at the camera as if to say "Don't you wish you
had this!"

One of my fellow teachers, who was a married guy, big in the Baptist
church, had seen it, as a regular reader and contributor of stories (real
ones, it turned out, about his Scout troop and his own sons), recognized
Chad, guessed it was me who had shot the photos, since he knew that Chad
worked for me after school (he had tried to hire him to do yard work and
was visibly upset when I got him first). He approached me, we mutually
confessed, and I let him fuck Chad a couple of times a week, with his sons
-- who were about Chad's age, maybe a little older, but not much --
watching their dad use his long, thick cock to ram it up into Chad, making
him shoot cum by the bucket load into the eager mouths of one of the
Baptist's son's mouths (they got to take turns). The boys who had to watch
and wait would masturbate and I'd often be the one to drink their sweet,
young cum, letting them beat off into my mouth while we all watched their
dad grind it into young Chad, the dad's very large balls slapping against
Chad while they both made grunting sounds that sounded as if they were in
pain but we knew it was quite the opposite. At least the dad was fair, when
he finally pulled out of Chad's ass. He let all of his sons take turns
licking his cock clean, absolutely clean, and also licking Chad's ass, to
catch what cum they could that would run out. I must admit, for a Baptist,
he could pump an enormous load of cum out several times a week (according
to him, he often went straight home and pumped another load into his wife,
while his sons, nude and masturbating each other, sat in their bedroom,
watching it all on their big computer monitor that was hooked up to the
camera their dad had hidden under the wall cabinet where he kept his Bibles
and other materials for Sunday School (including condoms for the young boys
who couldn't risk a cum-soaked pair of briefs to go home in).

'And, now, drum roll....behind this door is Boy Number Four, your old
friend and fuck mate, Ethan!"

Chad sighed. He must be remembering the times he and Ethan spent on our
couch, watching porn (some of which included Chad and at least one of my
boys and some of their boyfriends and some of my poker buddies and...well,
you get the idea). Ethan would be sitting on Chad's lap, more precisely, he
would be impaled on Chad's nice solid cock, facing Chad, kissing him and
running his hands through Chad's beautiful hair, turned sideways so both of
them could make out but also turn and look at the big-screen TV in the
darkened basement.

Sometimes, while Chad slowly fucked Ethan, one of my friends from school
would walk in. When you saw the boys, all you could tell was that Chad was
holding in his lap a younger boy. Innocent enough. Maybe a babysitter,
maybe an older brother, maybe a sex-crazed teenager getting his rocks off
in a very young boy's ass. Both of them would start off with their shirts
on, but soon clothes, shoes, sox, and all would come off and both boys
would have their underwear pulled down far enough for Chad to penetrate
Ethan's tiny ass hole. If you came around behind Ethan, you'd gasp at the
sight of a thick, adult-sized, wet cock, veins showing, moving in and out
of this tiny, beautiful, gorgeous white ass, the cheeks absolutely to die
for.. My men friends would rub themselves and say, "Oh, man, when this
kid's done can I fuck your boy?" and, of course, I'd say yes.

My boys' grades suffered in school, even though some of their teachers
would give them a good grade because they were sexually abusing them. Even
so, they had enough female teachers or guys whom I was afraid to approach
with the offer of the boys as sex objects that they didn't do all that
well. First, they were usually pretty sleepy because they might be up half
the night at our house or some other house getting fucked multiple times or
sucking off up to a dozen guys. The men or teenagers wouldn't let them
sleep so they had to perform. If they begged to be allowed to go to bed and
pouted, it only made a lot of the guys hornier, so that did them no good.
Second, they were exhausted from the sheer amount of work they had to
perform to satisfy the incredible appetites of their sex partners. This was
especially true when I had my wrestling team sleep over before a big meet
and each boy would try to work off weight to stay within his weight class
by getting rid of as much shit, cum, piss, saliva, and sweat as possible.
And, man, it worked! Also, my boys didn't eat right, not the way they
should, because they would miss meals, having to service one of my buddies
or else they'd eat some of their meal and they'd be lifted from their chair
at the table and taken in the living room and fucked long after the meal
was over, especially if four or five guys wanted the same boy. Of course,
on the rare nights that no one showed up, I'd masturbate on to their food
and they'd eat my cum, sprayed all over their pizza or into their Cokes,
the white liquid making little swirls in the soft drink as it slowly sank
to the bottom. They liked that, using leaning over and licking the cum off
the pepperoni and saying, "Ummm, thanks, Daddy!"

Sometimes, we'd drive around to find a boy (we'd talk about them while in
the car, deciding if the boy were looking at was old enough to have pubic
hair and hard-ons and shoot cum, cause we didn't want them to be too young
for that). We'd visit a mall across town or at the park or just on the
street who looked as if he needed a good bath and a good meal and we'd
bring him home, get his clothes off, showered, wash his hair, put clean
clothes on him, throw away his old ones - we kept several sizes of boys'
clothes both for photo sessions with my sons or their friends but also for
these homeless boys - and then we'd sit them down to eat. They would be
hungry, eating spaghetti or one of my casseroles and I'd stand across the
table from them, unzip my pants (this was the first act of any sexual
nature and they'd been with us for an hour or so), and begin masturbating.
The boy would stop eating long enough to stare, look over at my sons who
would smile at him, and say something like, "He does this all the time.
It's fun!" and I'd be so turned on by the sight of a young, fresh, boy that
I'd soon shoot a good load right on to his food.

"Lucky you!" one of my sons would say. "You get to eat it tonight. We take
turns!" and he'd dip his finger in it and put it in the stranger's mouth.

Then, I'd walk around to him and say, "There's a little bit left. Here,
squeeze the head and lick off that last drop." Of course, most of these
boys had been abused, sometimes very roughly, so they were not usually
strangers to having a cock in their mouth or their ass or in watching their
moms letting guys suck their tits and fuck them while they watched - often
at the request of the guy who found it hot to have a young boy watch his
mother get fucked. I could tell how experienced they were if they took a
hold of my cock and licked it some more or if they just started sucking it
or if they looked up and asked, "Do you want to fuck my boy pussy?" Other
boys, completely ignorant of any of this, would be shocked at me shooting a
load of jizz right on to their food and they'd frown, wrinkle up their
nose, but not wanting to waste the food would, with my sons' encouragement,
eat it anyway, jizz and all.

But, I didn't give a shit if my four sons got good grades or not, as long
as they passed, so they'd keep on moving through school. I had bred them to
be my sex objects and to be shared with anyone who wanted them and it
seemed sometimes that half the city wanted them. Other men were so envious
of me, having four boys. Some were content with one and repeatedly fucked
them, fed them cum, and, in some cases, had them drink virtually all of
their piss during the time they were together at home or even in the
car. When the boys were first getting their experiences, when they too were
old enough for masturbation, erections, ejaculations, tufts of pubic hair,
they'd go with a man in a gas station bathroom and the boy would stand
there, drinking the piss, gulping it down, and the man would make sure it
didn't run down his chin and be wasted. It doesn't take a boy long to learn
how to be an expert at drinking piss, especially if you can start and stop
your stream, so there's not a drop lost. Then, when the boy pissed into the
toilet, the man would slide his middle finger into my boy's ass, a little
lube on it, not preparing to fuck him, but just enjoying the moment before
they washed up and got in the back seat of my car (where, half the time, my
boy missed all the scenery as he was buried in the lap of his "daddy,"
sucking away until he got his reward).

The teachers who did participate in our game had to agree to some ground
rules: They had to give the boys at least a B- in the class and they
actually had to help them understand the subject. Of course, study sessions
almost always disintegrated into suck/fuck ones, with neither my boy or the
teacher able to concentrate for too long before strong gay urges took over
and soon the books and pencils and writing pads were forgotten for a bottle
of lube conveniently in the teacher's jacket pocket, maybe a dildo, a cock
ring, a butt plug, or whatever the teacher desired. He knew he could take
the boy upstairs at our house and do whatever he wanted to with him and
maybe have one of the boy's brothers - or me - join in sometimes, if they
didn't have their own sex partner already. One wonderful night, four
teachers were in my house, one in each of the boy's beds and then they
started trading off. The men were exhausted, even the young ones right out
of college. I got some awesome video as one boy would entertain one teacher
after another. It made great stuff to watch when we had a family night
where it was just the five of us, snuggled up in groups on the big couch in
the basement, watching our own porn and getting excited all over again.

 I have had such a good life. As a child, I participated in some awesome
sexual experiences with family members, neighbors, teachers, church
leaders, and an organized group of pedophiles who used me so much I
couldn't stay awake, out of sheer exhaustion. One of the men told me I fell
asleep "with a big smile on my face and cum running down my chin and down
the back of my legs." One memorable night, they let me sleep for hours
while they masturbated a group of young black boys they found playing
basketball in a nearby park, then they gave each of those boys their first
blow jobs until they, too, were weak with exhaustion. By that time, I woke
up and was eager for more. No one even cleaned the cum off of me and some
of the black kids jacked off all over me, finding it hot to masturbate on a
young white kid, especially when I would open my mouth to catch their loads
shooting out everywhere, getting in my mouth, all over my face, in my hair,
and on my chest. When my dad came to pick me up, he laughed at how coated I
was in cum, but before we could leave, he insisted on rimming the black
boys while he masturbated them and they came yet again! Damn, I've never
seen so much cum in one hour in my life since, but we had six black kids,
age 12 or 13, having their first sex, first gay sex, first group sex, first
blow jobs, first rimming, first being masturbated, and, for a couple of
them, first fucking, as my dad insisted they rip my ass and they did so,
eagerly. It was my first black cock but sure as hell not my last, not by a
long shot!

With that kind of sheer, pure joy at the beginning of puberty, I knew I
would provide the same kind of loving relationship with my sons that my dad
had provided for me. And I did. And they loved it. And so did many, many,
many men!