Date: Sat, 3 May 2008 20:40:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: My four sons have the hots for Chad - Part Two

"So, Chad," I said, taking hold of his hard cock and jacking him a bit,
"which of my young sons do you want to fuck first?"

Chad seemed genuinely perplexed. I figured he'd not choose Ethan first only
because he'd already had sex with him and, no matter how wonderful it was,
and it always was, they both said, he was ready for fresh meat.

I was right.  "Bradley," he said. "I want Bradley." Of course, he was the
very youngest of the four. Go for it, Chad!

Bradley squealed with delight and called from his room. "Chad, Chad, come
here and fuck me!"

Chad, no doubt thinking of what I'd just told him about Bradley's exploits
with a lot of my men friends, smiled and headed straight for Bradley's
bedroom. He slipped off his clothes, all but his small bulging briefs
shaped like a jock strap so that his beautiful round butt protruded from
the straps at the back. He crawled onto Bradley's bed and sat there, on his
knees, while my son rubbed the very large bulge at the front of his
underwear.

"Shit, Chad, that's got to be huge. Man, am I gonna have a sore ass later."
They both laughed. Chad reached for Bradley and pulled him up to a sitting
position, then leaned down and gave him a slow kiss, holding on to the back
of his head. I could hear both of them moan. Bradley reached around and
rubbed Chad's smooth, round butt, up and down, up and down, already in the
rhythm of sex, even at the tender age of eleven, but a very very
experienced eleven.

I closed the door and left them alone and decided to get my rocks off with
Ethan this time, since I guessed he would be the last of the four that Chad
would be having sex with, so Ethan would have a little time to rest up
before taking it up the ass from that so big, so familiar cock.

I walked into Ethan's room, smiled at him, knowing he'd heard Chad and me
talking in the hallway and began undressing. He began that short-breath
breathing he does when he gets sexually excited.

I can't say which of my boys was the favorite as I absolutely loved having
sex with all of them. And, before we began having sex, I'd let them watch,
right in the room, while I had sex with one of my students, or a neighbor
boy, or a good friend around my age. Most of the time, though, my lover was
one of several young boys, old enough to shoot a load into the air from the
sheer excitement of getting first rimmed, then finger fucked, then fucked
with a dildo, then enjoy the pleasure of a man's long, thick cock, with me
pushing and pushing the big mushroom head into their boy butts, getting it
in, then having them gasp and cum without even touching their cocks.

My boys would clap when that happened, excited to see their daddy "score,"
as I called it. They would say things like, "Go, Daddy!" or "Fuck 'im,
Daddy!" and, as they got older, the more they touched themselves.

I wouldn't let them watch unless they were naked. That was the rule. I'd
let them answer the door, hold the boy's hand as they brought him upstairs,
rub the bulge on the front of his jeans or shorts, even kiss him a little,
then help him undress and smooth out the sheets - I went through a lot of
sheets as we were always washing the ones covered with cum stains and sweat
- before the boy lay down, on his back, his cock sticking up in the air. I
would wait until my sons had him ready for me, then I would come in the
room and let my boys undress me while the boy watched. I could usually see
a slight glistening of sweat on the boy's small body and his look of
eagerness and impatience, as I slowly had them remove my clothes, finally
pulling down my briefs and my big, hard cock would slap up against the face
of the son who was standing in front of me. He would giggle and they would
stand back, as if to say, Here's Exhibit A. Ta-daa!!

I would begin the ritual of having sexual intercourse with a boy. That
sentence I just wrote is one of my favorite sentences to write - ever. Have
sexual intercourse with a boy. Damn! I have lost count of the boys I've
fucked but it is a lot. And every one, without exception, has enjoyed it,
has broken out in sweat, moaned, sighed, held me tightly, kissed me, bit
me, took it up the ass and cried out things like, "Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm
cumming!" while I did the same, pumping load after load in his small, black
or white ass.

All the while, and this was not a quick thing, as I never wanted it to end,
nor did any of the boys, so we would go on and on, edging each other, then
pulling back, edging, then back, over and over again, until we could not
stand it, and one of us would cum, making the other one cum. Then, I'd
lower myself on to the boy, our bodies so sweaty we'd practically slide off
each other, and I'd give him a lot of deep-tongue kisses, sucking on his
neck, sticking my tongue in his ear, breathing hard, hot, and fast into his
ear, suck on his earlobe, then work down to his nips where I would suck
hard on each of them. All the while, he would be gasping, and his gooey,
wet cock would be rock hard. Soon, I would stage-whisper, "Baby, are you
ready for more?" and the kid would never fail to whisper back, "Yes, Daddy,
fuck me again. I want it again and again and again!"

Once my older twins reached puberty - thankfully, all of them followed in
my footsteps and developed young - I began to have sex with them. No longer
did we merely roll around naked on the bed and kiss and cuddle, no longer
did I pretend to be asleep while they masturbated me and practiced a little
bit of blowing, tasting my pre-cum. Now, it was the real thing. I let the
younger twins watch while I began having a complete sexual relationship
with the older boys, doing everything with them they'd been watching me do
with the visiting boys. Each boy, like all of us, had his particular
favorite things, but I made them all do some things. For example, I fucked
all of my boys, riding them hard and long, cumming in them and teaching
them to enjoy the experience. Ethan, of all of the boys, had been the most
reluctant to get fucked but I found out it was because he had been playing
around with an older boy at school and the boy had basically tried to rape
 him and it frightened him. But I was a loving partner, working him up with
the stages of ass play that included all of the lovely mouth-to-ass
contact, finger-in-ass contact, dildos and lube and everything to make him
gasp and cry loudly, bringing the other boys rushing into the room if they
weren't there already to watch me impale him on my big thick cock and make
him gasp, tears running down his cheeks, blubbering how he loved me, how he
wanted me to fuck him forever, and then he'd shoot a big load of cum into
the air without touching his cock. I was proud at how I had trained him to
be daddy's little whore, the very phrase I used on him and which he loved.

I climbed into Ethan's bed just as we heard Bradley cry out, "Ooooh! Ooooh!
Ethan! Oh, it's big and it feels so good. It's big! I love 'em big! It's as
big as Daddy's!"  Ethan and I laughed out loud. Ethan knew for sure the
differences in my cock and Chad's cock and he would have to admit they were
pretty close in size. Mine was even longer, but we were both very thick and
our mushroom heads were awesome. I'd never seen another as big as mine. You
could put a TV tray on it and balance it! That's what one of my boys said
one time!

I hadn't tasted Ethan for a few days, being too busy fucking one boy after
the other, to say nothing of a wrestler here and there, so I had him lie on
his back and I went down on him, then started giving him big slurpy licks
all over his groin, tasting the insides of his legs, kissing and gently
sucking on his hairless balls, running my nose and lips through his small
bush, then I slid off the bed to the floor and pulled him towards me.

"Hold your ankles in the air," I said. I began kissing his balls again, and
then licked behind them, working my way down to his ass. I scooted him
closer to me, beginning to reach the beginning of his ass crack, then I had
his ass almost suspended in the air and licked along his crack. I turned
him over on his stomach, had him put his legs on either side of the corner
of the bed, his feet on the floor, so that his ass was there. Mine!

I spread open his cheeks, continuing to lick him, and began sucking on the
tender skin, that flap of skin that goes across from one cheek to the
other, sucking on it, in particular, as he and his brothers always went
wild when I sucked on it. I pulled away and continued licking, slobbering
really all over his ass, holding his cheeks apart as he softly breathed and
whispered, "Daddy, Daddy."

I grinned with anticipation. No matter how many times I fucked each of my
boys, it was always a new, incredible pleasure to do so. And this time I
just knew it would be no different, yet it would be so exciting I could
barely keep from cumming before I finally would surrender.

I took some lube from a tube stuck under the end of the mattress - hell, I
must have 20 tubes stashed all over the house so I wouldn't have to go
looking. Even had one in the garage when I wanted to have a boy lying face
down on the hood of my car, getting it up the ass.

I lubed my fingers generously and rubbed it all over my cock. I took some
more, just as much, and inserted two fingers into Ethan, working them in
and out. He was silent, waiting for the cock he'd loved so much for so
long.

Just before I entered him, he asked, "Daddy, wait a minute. When can we do
the Rushin' Roulette again? With Chad here, we could make it even more
fun?"

I kept talking as I began sliding my cock in him. "When he's done with
Bradley and I'm done with you, let's set it up. Good thinking!"

The thought of Rushin' Roulette with one more cock sounded like great
fun. Usually, it was my four boys, lined up, along the side of my large
bed, asses lubed, and I would fuck one for a little while, then the next
one, then the next one, then the next one, and start at the beginning. The
game was to see when and in whom I would shoot my load. Each boy would do
his best to tease me, to keep me inside him. Usually, I'd get some work
done on each of them at least twice before I finally had to give up and
pound out a load. The boy who won would get to choose where we went to
dinner and he got to have a beer all to himself before we left, sitting in
my favorite chair, nude, drinking his bottle while his brothers sat around
him, also nude, sharing a second one. No one complained. After all, each of
them had had the chair of honor cause I "rushed" into each of them at one
time or another.

And, now, with Chad available, we could both move up and down the row of
beautiful round young butts, having our fun.

I was glad I had just restocked the beer!