Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 18:36:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: short_guy@yahoo.com
Subject: Taking my father's place

Taking my father's placeby Short Guy

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Taking my father's place part 1

I still can't believe how it happened. I was moving up from middle school
to high school. I had my first job. I got my first paycheck. I sucked my
first cock. I swallowed my first cum. And I bent over and took a real man's
thick cock up my teenage ass.

But this is not just a story of how I lost my virginity. It's a story about
my father's best friend, a guy I called Uncle Matt. It's a story about a
kind, generous, handsome stud of a guy. A guy who oozed sexual power. A guy
who took care of his powerful sexual needs by pounding his best friend's
ass. A guy who fucked my father.

Matt had strong, deep, desperate sexual urges. He was a top and he needed
to fuck a man's ass. But more than that, he needed to fuck the ass of a guy
he was close to, a guy he loved. My father was Matt's best friend and Matt
was head over heels in love with my Dad. Matt was my Dad's best friend and
my Dad loved Matt like crazy. But my Dad was not like Matt; his eyes were
more drawn to the ladies than the muscular studs on the boardwalk or even
his hunky buddy Matt. But that did not stop my Dad from loving Matt, from
helping out his buddy, his best buddy in the world. My Dad knew what Matt
needed. My Dad loved Matt. And so Dad let Matt live his dream. Dad let Matt
fulfill his deepest desire. Dad helped out his best buddy in the world. Dad
gave Matt his ass. Matt needed my father and my father let Matt have what
he needed. I said that Matt was a generous guy. So was my father.

Matt loved my father. He loved my father and he loved my father's ass. He
needed to fuck my father. That need never went away, not for a second. It
was as deep and primal an urge as the urge to breathe. It was part of who
Matt was. It's like my Dad's ass was the Holy Grail. It's like Matt was an
alcoholic and my Dad's ass was his favorite scotch. And my Dad, well, he
loved Matt, in my Dad's own way. He loved him so much that he gave Matt
what he needed. He gave Matt what he most desired in the world. My father
bent over for Matt; my father spread his legs; my father assumed the
position. Matt needed my father's ass and my father gave it to him. My
father gave himself to his best friend.

Matt needed my Dad like he needed food and water. But my Dad met my Mom.
And Matt, he loved my Dad. He loved my Dad so much, he let him go. That
last time, that very last time Matt fucked my father was the night before
my parents' wedding. My Dad gave Matt as much as he could. And Matt, he was
grateful, he was humbled, he was astonished at my father's generosity in
giving his ass over to his best friend just because he needed it so badly.
Matt was thankful to have such a good buddy, to have a friend who loved
him, a friend who would do anything for him.

Almost anything.

When my dad could no longer give him what he needed, Matt stepped aside. He
loved my Dad and he would never hurt him. He let my father go.

But Matt still needed my Dad. He still longed for him. The craving to fuck
my father never went away, not for a second. Matt still loved my Dad. He
still had that primal urge to be close to my father, so close, so very
close, so close his cock would slip inside where it belonged. The years
passed. And Matt still needed to fuck my father. He still needed him. He
needed my Dad's ass. Fourteen years passed. It had been a long time since
Matt had been able to get what he wanted, to get what he needed.

My father still loved Matt. But my parents had a son. My father knew his
buddy Matt. And my father knew his son. He knew what Matt needed. And fuck
me, my Dad also knew what I needed. Dad never told me. My Dad never told me
he figured me out. But Dad knew who I was, what I was, what I needed. It
had been 14 years since Matt had fucked my father for the last time but
Matt needed my Dad. Matt still needed my Dad's ass. Dad knew that. He
fucking knew it. And he hurt for his buddy. He wished he could give Matt
what he needed. It was not possible. Knowing what Matt needed did not
change things.

But I did.

I was my father's son. But I was not my father. Dad knew me. Dad knew that
I needed... that I needed... Well let's say that Dad saw how I looked at
Uncle Matt. Dad saw how I looked at my best friend Jock. Dad saw how I
looked at the hunky gym teacher.

Dad could not give Matt his ass anymore. He could not give him that
gift. But that did not mean Dad could not help his buddy out. That did not
mean that Dad could not solve Matt's problem.

So he gave Matt a gift.

Me.

It was the summer I turned 14 and I was just emerging into full-blown horny
adolescence. I was a wiry, handsome, six-abbed teen boy, a boy who was in
even better shape than my father when Matt started fucking him. I looked a
lot like my father, only I was younger, handsomer, tighter, more muscular,
and, as fate would have it, more eager to fulfill Matt's needs than my Dad
was. Matt had never gotten over my father. And so Dad helped Matt out the
only way he could.

He gave him his only son.

And fuck me every way you can, my Dad understood that, although I was the
best present he could give his best buddy in the world, Matt was exactly,
precisely, the best present Dad could have ever given me.

This is a story about a guy who fucked my father. It's a story about how my
Dad took one for the team. He took it because he loved his buddy Matt and
would do anything for him. But it's also a story about how a guy fucked a
father and a son. It's about how I took my father's place. It's about how I
became his buddy's lover. It's a story about how I grew up to be what my
Uncle Matt always wanted my father to be. It's about a guy who'd hoped he'd
found the love of his life, only to lose him. It's about a guy who waited
14 years to sink his cock into the ass of the man he was obsessed with.
It's about a man who got his wish, but not quite in the way he had
imagined. It's about a guy who got what he needed most in the world, not by
fucking the man of his dreams, but the flesh of his loins. It's about a guy
who fucked his best friend's son. It's about how a guy got his lover back.



Taking my father's place part 2

I didn't know all that stuff about Matt and my Dad until later. Until after
Matt started stuffing my boy butt with his throbbing needy daddy cock.

That summer all I knew was that I had to wrok. I needed to work summers in
high school to save money for college. I was 14 and it was my first job. I
couldn't drive yet of course. But the job was with my Dad's best friend
Matt. Matt owned a restaurant on the boardwalk in Asbury Park, New Jersey
and Matt needed a busboy for the summer.

Matt lived in the next town over and our house was on his way to the
restaurant. So Matt was going to be picking me up on his way to work in the
morning and driving me home at night.

But my Dad drove me to work for my first day on the job. We arrived at the
restaurant at 9:30 am. Matt was going to train me and introduce me to the
cook whose name was Juan and the waiter Denny. The restaurant was going to
open at 11:00 am. When we got there, my Dad parked the car and we crossed
the parking lot to get into the restaurant. The restaurant was located
right on the boardwalk. People could enter either from the parking lot or
from the boardwalk itself.

Matt was there talking to Denny. I was happy to see him. I knew that Dad
and Matt had been roommates before they each got married and we hung out
with Matt all the time. I had grown up calling him Uncle Matt. When I saw
Uncle Matt I went right up to him and hugged him like I always did. I know
I was 14 and supposed to be acting grown up and all but there was something
about Matt that made want to hug him the way I did with my own Dad. Somehow
I didn't care what anyone else thought, like if they thought that I was
acting like a little kid or something. Uncle Matt was family and I was not
going to start treating him like a stranger. After all, I still hugged and
kissed my Dad and didn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thought about
that. I was naïve and I didn't think that there might be something
inappropriate about hugging my new boss right in front of his employee.

Uncle Matt was cool with it too. He told me that the cook and the waiter
knew that I was his buddy's son and how his buddy (my Dad) had saved his
life by waking him up and getting him out of their apartment when it caught
on fire in the middle of the night because of faulty wiring. He used to say
he loved my Dad like a brother, that Dad was his guardian angel.

So it was cool to see my uncle and give him my usual hug even though a
stranger was looking on. And as usual, Uncle Matt hugged my Dad as well. I
was used these seeing them hug but this time something was different about
it. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, but for the first time ever,
watching them hug gave me a hardon.



I tried to figure out what got me going. I had always thought my Dad was
goodlooking--and glad he passed those looks on to me. But I'd never thought
about him in a sexual way even though I'd been thinking about guys ever
since I started jacking off when I was only ten. The first time I shot a
load I'd been thinking about my buddy Jock. He was the best looking boy I'd
ever seen in my life and he had a nice muscled body too. We were good
friends and Jock had no idea I had the hots for him--at least I didn't
think so. So Jock I thought about all the time when jacking off. But not my
Dad. He was my Dad. He was comfort, love, safety.



As for Uncle Matt... Well, I have to admit that I sometimes did think about
Matt when I jacked off. I tried not to. I really did. There was a reason I
tried not to think about my Uncle Matt when I jacked off. A really good
reason. I was jacking off four of five times a day. And I either thought of
my buddy Jock or a grownup stud. A stud like Matt. A stud with Matt's
body. A stud with Matt's presence. A stud like.... Fuck me every which way,
a stud like Uncle Matt. But I was afraid of what he would think if he knew
I was attracted to him. I was afraid if I let it show what Matt would think
of me, what my Dad would think of me. I was afraid of letting them know
that I was a homosexual.

So I thought about Matt but I put someone else's face on Matt's body. I
thought of Matt's muscular, thick, manly body, but I imagined kissing my
buddy Jock. Why wasn't I worried about Jock finding out me? Maybe it's
because Jock was a jock and he had a casual way of touching other guys. He
was so hunky that no one suspected he might be into other guys. So thinking
about touching Jock was not as dangerous a thing as a letting loose my hots
for my uncle. Or so I thought. I know, twisted adolescent fearful
reasoning. But that's how my mind worked back then.

But watching Matt hug my dad like the cat out of the bag. Something
clicked. God it broke my barriers. It fucking shoved them out the door. My
Uncle Matt was a hunk and a half. He was my ideal man. He was they guy. He
was...  fuck it, he was my jack off fantasy.

And he was hugging my father. He was holding him close. He was... Fuck it,
I was jealous. Holy shit, I was wishing I was still hugging Matt. I was
wishing it was still me in Matt's arms. I was...

Fuck what brought this on?

What did I see? Matt and my Dad were about the same height. Five eight or
nine. Seeing them hug made me think: "they fit together so well." I don't
know why I never noticed that before. Maybe it's because Denny was watching
and I was looking at them the way he might. Maybe it's because I had just
hugged Uncle Matt myself and still had that warm feeling you get when
you've just been close with someone you love. Maybe it's because I noticed
how hard Uncle Matt's pecs were against my own or how he moved his hand up
and down my back as he held me close. Maybe it's because I remembered the
feel of Matt's scratchy face as his cheek touched mine.



Whatever the reason, it seemed that time slowed down so I could take in
details I had never noticed before. Dad and Uncle Matt did not hug the way
guys hug after winning a game or something. Their hug was not quick and
they did not hold themselves apart from each other. They did not just slap
each other on the back.



On the contrary, they approached each other slowly. They were looking into
each other's eyes as they approached. Their arms wrapped around each other
and drew each other close -- very close. Their chests pressed
together. Their faces -- God I noticed their cheeks were touching--not
staying away like guys do. Uncle Matt's scratchy cheek had touched mine and
I had not thought much of it. But seeing him so close to my Dad made me
think how intimate that was. Not what guys usually do. And the touch of
their cheeks lingered; they held each other close. They fit together. And
on down...not only were their cheeks and chests touching but so were their
stomachs and--fuck me--so were their crotches. Holy shit, why had I never
noticed that before?



They were hugging not like two guys saying hello. They were not even
hugging like two guys who had not seen each other for a while. They were
hugging like two people who love each other. They were hugging like two
people who had no barriers between them. They were hugging like
... like... fuck me I realized what it was. They were hugging each other
the way my Dad hugged my Mom.



Fuck it I was getting a boner from seeing two guys showing how much they
loved each other--two guys that I also loved.



And that made me look at Uncle Matt with brand new eyes. Matt wasn't male
model handsome. His face was square and solid. He looked like a boxer or a
tough guy. His nose was thick and close to his face. He looked
strong. Closest guy I can think of... he looked like the actor Fred
Ward. He didn't smile much. But smiled at me. And whenever I saw that
smile, it told me that everything was going to be alright.



Matt was a man's man. He was hairy and muscular. He had prominent broad
chest with square protruding pecs. They radiated power. His shirt had the
top button open. Underneath was a mat of soft thick dark fur. The hair was
also thick and silky on his muscular forearms.



The hug, it lasted. Most hugs between two guys are over in a flash. One
second tops. Dad and Uncle Matt gently pulled each other close, laid their
cheeks against each other, pressed their crotches -- their cocks -- close,
and held that position for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
-- count them eight fucking seconds. A long time. I was watching. I
know. They held each other close for a fucking long time.



Seeing how much they loved each other, seeing how they were not afraid to
show it, seeing how they wanted to take care of each other... fuck me with
a rod, it made my cock stiffen and grow, it made my heart feel like
something powerful had just squeezed it, it made me remember how it felt
for me to be in Dad's place, encased in Uncle Matt's arms, it made me
remember.. fuck hell damn... it made me remember the feel of Uncle Matt's
bulging crotch against my own.



Up until now I had been avoiding letting my crotch get too close to other
guys when I hugged them--partly because guys don't do that and partly so
they would not realize how hard my penis would get at the slightest contact
with another guy's body.



But holy hell, that hug between Matt and my Dad, following right after my
own close encounter with the guy my Dad obviously loved so much, it made me
look at my Uncle Matt differently. It unleashed my represesd fantasies. It
made me realize who the guy was that I thought about when I stroked my teen
cock until it erupted with pleasure. It was Uncle Matt. It had been Uncle
Matt all along.

Seeing them hug made me wish I was the guy right then in Uncle Matt's arms,
that I had pressed my chest against his longer, harder, closer, that I had
allowed Uncle Matt to press his bulging pouch against mine rather than
holding my crotch away from his. It made me realize how incredibly,
unbelievably manly and handsome my Uncle Matt was. It made me remember how
Uncle Matt held me. It made me remember his strong arms, his muscular
chest, his thick muscular thighs. It made me remember his hands caressing
my back and pulling me close to him. It made me remember his manly smell,
part sweat, part shaving lotion. It made me want to hug him again. Right
now. For a long time.

Fuck me, Uncle Matt had been trying to hold me close the way he was holding
my Dad. Strike me with lighting, I realized that Uncle Matt didn't only
love my Dad. Uncle Matt loved me. It made me realize that I had been
holding Uncle Matt at a distance, that it was me, only me, who was stopping
me from feeling Uncle's Matt cock against mine, his chest close and firm
against mine. It was only me who was tensing up and not allowing myself to
enjoy the warm feel of his cheek on mine, his muscular arms holding me
close.

It made me realize that if I wanted to, I could hug Uncle Matt every day
and feel his strong arms around me. I did not have to shy away from letting
my crotch touch his. I did not have to pretend that I was giving a guy hug
like the football players did, hugging but not really hugging. It meant
that I could hug Uncle Matt for real. I could hug Matt close, I could show
him I loved him, and I could feel his love as much as I wanted, whenever I
wanted.

It made me realize that thinking about my Uncle Matt holding my
father--holding me--was making my cock as hard as a rock. It made me
realize that thinking about Matt's arms around me, his powerful chest
against mine, his bulging package pressed tight against me own... It all
made me want to stroke my dick thinking about his hunky manly body.

It made me realize i could have this if I wanted it. It made me realize I
fucking wanted it. I wanted my Uncle Matt.

If I wanted to feel his pecs against mine, and his cock against mine,
nothing was going to stop us. I didn't have to do anything. All I had to do
was stop resisting. All I had to do was to let him pull me in as tightly as
he clearly wanted to. All I had to do was to melt into his arms as if I
belonged there. All I had to do was to understand that I did belong there,
that I belonged to Uncle Matt.

I already loved Uncle Matt. All I had to do was to let Matt love me.



Dad finally parted from Uncle Matt. They were looking into each other's
eyes. Uncle Matt turned to look at me, his arm still around my Dad's
shoulder.

"I'll take good care of him, buddy," Matt said.

My father grinned.

"I know you will, Matt," my father said.

They parted. My Dad came to give me a hug. For the first time ever, I did
not hold myself away from him in any way or do the sports guy thing. I let
him hold me close. I let him kiss my cheek. I let him press his crotch
against mine. I let him feel my hard dick pressed close to him.

Dad chuckled and moved his head back and looked deep into my eyes, his cock
pressed against mine.

"Your first job," he said. "I'm proud of you son. Do everything Matt says."

"Yes Dad," I said.

"And Guy," my Dad said, looking at me. "Matt knows what he's doing. He
knows me. And he knows you."

What was Dad talking about? Of course Matt knew me.

Dad leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Uncle Matt knew what I wanted. He knew what I needed. He knows what you
want. He knows what you need. He knows, Guy. He knows. You're the boy," Dad
said. "He's the man."

Holy fuck, what did all that mean? Did that mean...? Did it mean what I
thought it meant? Was Dad offering me up to Uncle Matt, giving me over to
his best friend?

Dad's cock twitched against mine. He kissed my cheek again. I felt dizzy.

I had to say something.

"Sure Dad," I said. "Whatever he wants."

And then I said something crazy, something that popped into my head and
which burst out of my mouth without my being able to stop it.

"Anything he wants. Anything at all." My Dad was still hugging me as I said
these words but I was looking into Matt's eyes. I don't know what he saw
but I know my look was hungry, intense, and sexual. I heard Uncle Matt
gasp. I realized how much yearning I had in my voice, how much I had
revealed.

What I didn't know was what it meant to Matt. It was at that moment, that
precise moment, that Matt knew, he fucking knew for fucking sure, that I
wanted him as much as he wanted me. It's the moment in time when Matt knew
I was going to be his boy. It's the precise second that Matt knew that
before the day was over, he was going to fuck my ass.

My Dad released me and thanked Matt for driving me home later. And he
walked out the door.

The waiter was there and setting up the tables. He came over to introduce
himself.

"Denny," he said, holding out his hand.

"Guy," I said, grinning. He seemed really nice.

"We're glad to have the help especially from a handsome young man like
you," Denny continued. I blushed, not used to strangers telling me I was
good looking, especially not another guy. "Matt's a good boss and I'm not
just saying that 'cuz he's here. He's a good boss and a good man. And if he
trusts you, so do I."

I turned to look at Matt. He looked at me and smiled. Fuck me, his smile
was like the sun after a storm. He was my boss, he was my uncle, he was my
Dad's buddy, he was... What had Dad said? He was the man? He was... God he
was beautiful. And I had told him I would do anything he wanted. But what
did he want? He was ... the man... but was he my man?

Matt approached me, put his arm around my shoulder. His hand was warm and
strong. He squeezed my shoulder. He hugged me to his side as we walked to
the kitchen. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling, as if they were filled
with tears. Were they filled with tears?

He turned his head and just as we were about to push the door open to walk
into the kitchen and kissed me on my cheek.

"Good to have you here son. Nice to hear you're ready to do anything I
want."

And then he pressed his lips against my ear, kissed me there, and
whispered, "Time to find out what that is."

I didn't know what he meant by that. I didn't know what he was thinking. I
didn't know what he was planning.

I knew three things and three things alone.

First, I loved Uncle Matt.

Second, his kiss on my ear had made my cock throb.

And third, well isn't it obvious? I would fucking do anything he wanted --
anything at all.



Taking my father's place part 3

If you thought Uncle Matt was about to pound my ass against the dishwaster
as soon as we got into the kitchen... well that's not how it
happened. Shit, it was what I was thinking about at the time. And if you're
being honest maybe you were thinking about it too huh? Well, you're fucking
right. That did happen. Just not then. It happened later.

Right then Uncle Matt really needed me to help him get ready to open the
restaurant and I was eager to do anything he needed. So Uncle Matt got me
started on washing some pots that the cook had not been able to get to last
night. They had been soaking to help loosen the encrusted food on the
bottom. I had been working on them for about twenty minutes when the cook
showed up. Matt had left to go buy some vegetables at the farmers' market.

I didn't see the cook come in because I was so absorbed in rubbing the
steel wool against the metal pot to clean the gunk at the bottom. I was
startled to feel a hand on my back. I turned to the right and saw a guy
looking at me. Fuck me, he was handsome as a male model. He looked like
Juanes, the Colombian singer. I was struck dumb by how good looking he
was. I'm sure my mouth dropped open and I didn't know what to say. I looked
at him intently for a few seconds. He smiled and chuckled. Fuck it, he knew
the effect his handsome face had on me. And his hand, God his hand on my
back was moving up and down, almost as if he was caressing me. It struck me
that he was used to people gawking at how handsome he was. And more--he was
used to guys who were as turned on by him as the women were. He was used to
it and he milked it. If his hand on my back meant anything, he didn't mind
my reaction to him at all. In fact, he seemed to be feeling me up, he
seemed to be trying to seduce...

Fuck I realized I was staring at him and time was passing. I should fucking
say something. I moved to shake his hand but realized my hands were covered
in dirty soapy water .

"It's OK," he said. "You can give me your hand later." Give me your hand?
Didn't he mean shake hands? Wasn't that a Spanish language thing? I'd
studied a little Spanish in middle school. Wasn't that one way to say
"shake hands" in Spanish, to "give me your hand"? Or did he mean... What
the fuck did he mean?  Fuck it would be hot to hold his hand. Jesus was he
handsome. He was... Fuck it, his hand moved up to my shoulder and squeezed
it. My cock jumped. All of a sudden my pants were way way too tight.

"I'm Juan, the cook," he went on. "Matt says you're a good boy. I can see
that you are... a good boy." He squeezed my shoulder, staring into my
eyes. His mouth moved into a small, almost secret smile. "A very good boy,"
he said, his breath sweet on my face.

I swear I felt like fainting. His eyes were so beautiful, his lips full and
he was locked onto my eyes like he was trying to hypnotize me.

"Hi , uh, Juan..." I stuttered. "Glad to be with you-- I mean glad you're
here... I mean..." I trailed off uncertainly. I was totally fucking star
struck. His handsome face and beautiful eyes were turning me into a
blithering idiot.

Juan laughed. What the fuck did I just say? Glad to be with you? Glad
you're here? Did I have to fucking announce that he was turning me on
something awful? That I wanted to be with him? What was wrong with me? Was
it those long eyelashes? Those full lips? His impish smile? The warm feel
of his hand on my shoulder? His Mexican accent? The way he released my
shoulder and caressed my back, stroking me like--, like--, like--, fuck, oh
God did that feel good...

He was still smiling. He was rubbing my back. He must realize how fucking
handsome he is. He must realize how stunned I was by his beauty. He must
not be mad at how I was gaping at him or how I trembled to feel his hand on
me and his eyes on mine. He must... God was he... was this handsome
guy... was he... into me? Could he want to kiss me as much as I wanted to
kiss him? Could he... Fuck it, I was shaking. I was trembling with lust,
with fear, with uncertainty. I was 14. And I was in total lust with my
uncle's cook.

"Here," he said. "Let me show you a trick."

He took his arm from my back and moved behind me. He was taller than me so
his head fit easily over my shoulder. His face was near mine, his arms on
both sides of me reaching forward for the pot. His chest, God his chest was
now pressed against my back. He was taking the Brillo and pairing it with a
second pad. He was putting extra soap on both of them. He was starting to
scrub.

"If you use two pads, it goes faster, especially if you add some grease,"
he said.

My head felt light. My throat was dry. My heart was beating fast.

Juan's arms were around me, his chest against my back. He was scrubbing
hard at the pot moving his right hand forward and back as he did so. His
movements made him press his body against mine. Not only was his chest
pressed against my back but his crotch was pressed against my ass. As he
scrubbed with his hands his body moved against mine.

"Help me hold it---like this," he said, taking my left hand in his and
showing me where to hold the pot as he scrubbed with his right hand. God
Almighty, he kept his left hand over mine. He was holding my left hand as
he scrubbed with his right hand, forward and back, forward and back. And as
he scrubbed, he pushed his crotch against my ass in time to his scrubbing,
forward and back, forward and back. And my poor cock was now sticking
straight up in my jeans and pressed against the edge of the sink.  Shit
fuck piss, he was humping my ass as he scrubbed and he was shoving my cock
up and down against the edge of the sink. His cheek was now pressed against
mine.

"This is how a man scrubs a pot," he said, shoving his cock against my ass,
moving it up and down against my butt as he scrubbed. "This is how a boy
becomes a man."

We were alone in the kitchen. Matt was out buying vegetables. Denny was
setting the tables.

Juan was humping my 14 year old boy ass and pressing his hot cheek against
mine telling me it was his job to make me a man.

Were we washing pots or were we having sex?

I'm trying to stay calm and trying to imagine that Juan is innocently
teaching me how to scrub a pot.

But all my pretending went out of the window when he took his left hand off
mine, leaving me holding the pot by myself, and when he moved his hand to
my crotch and held it firmly against my throbbing penis.

"Put your right hand on mine. Grip it tight as I scrub so you can help
increase the force." I did what he said. His hand was smooth, warm,
strong. I felt his muscles twitching as he scrubbed. "That's it hijo mio
(my boy, my son) that's how you scrub a pot. Keep it up. Keep it up."

My left hand was holding the pot, my right was holding his hand as we
scrubbed the pot and the hot water poured from the faucet over our
hands. Juan's left hand was squeezing my crotch, as he moved his right hand
away from the pot, placing the Brillo into my hand, prompting me to scrub
on my own. His right hand now lifted, his right arm encircled me and I was
embraced in his hug as his right hand covered my left pec muscle, pulling
me close to him. His cock was humping my 14-year old muscular boy butt. He
was clutching me close as I continued to scrub. I was completely in his
control.

"Keep scrubbing," he growled. "Keep rubbing like that."

My scrubbing movements were cleaning the pot but they were also forcing me
to push my ass against Juan's crotch and up against his left hand squeezing
my throbbing penis. He was shoving his cock against me, he was squeezing my
cock, he was hugging me close, squeezing my pec, his soft cheek now pressed
against my own as his face moved back and forth as he humped my ass.

"That's it," he said. "That's my good boy."

All pretense of scrubbing the pot was gone. My left hand covered his left
hand as it squeezed my cock. I pressed his hand against my penis. I shoved
my ass against his cock. I hugged his right arm to me as he hugged me to
him. I was gasping for breath. We were clothed. We were at work. He was
going to be one of my bosses. He was going to be telling me what to do. He
was going to be working closely with me. He was a movie star. He was the
fucking sexiest guy I had ever seen. And he was shamelessly, passionately,
and unreservedly, humping my ass and hugging me to him, kissing my cheek.

I couldn't help it. Wild horses couldn't stop it from happening. I fucking
shot a huge load of my boy cum right into his hand. I shoved my crotch into
his strong hand as his hot lips kissed my cheek. I fucking came and came
and came and came.

When it was over, and I had stopped spurting cum into my pants, Juan turned
me around and looked into my eyes. Then he looked down and passed his left
hand over my pants which were wet with my cum. He brought his hand up to
his lips and looked me in the eyes as he touched his fingers to those full
Mexican lips on that handsome face. Looking me in the eyes, he slipped his
forefinger into his mouth. He slowly sucked on it, swallowing some of my
cum.

He looked into my eyes as he did so. His right hand touched my face. He
slowly slipped his finger from his mouth and smiled.

"Welcome to Matty's Restaurant," he said.

"You just can't stop yourself, can you chavo?" said a voice behind me,
laughing.

I spun around and Uncle Matt was there grinning at us. And before I could
get nervous, I realized that he was in fact grinning and that he had called
Juan "chavo" -- a Mexican word that can mean both boy and
boyfriend. Whichever one it was, it meant that Matt and Juan were
close. And whatever Matt's laughter and his grin meant, it was clear I was
not going to get into trouble.

Or maybe I was. Maybe trouble was what Matt had intended all along. Maybe
he had known that I would be seduced by Juan's handsome face. Maybe he had
known that Juan could not keep his hands off me. Maybe he had known that
when I said I would do anything for him, that I was imagining, longing, and
wondering about all the things I could do with a grown man, all the things
I wanted to do, all the things that made my cock throb, that made me stroke
my dick for hours, all the things that made my cock shoot cum so far it
landed in my mouth and on my forehead. Maybe Matt knew I loved men. Maybe
Uncle Matt knew what I was, what I wanted, what I longed for. And maybe,
just maybe, he had already started to give it to me.



Taking my father's place part 4

That day at the restaurant was alternately calm and busy. There were times
when only a few customers were in the restaurant and there were times when
all fifteen tables were filled with hungry customers. My job was to put
water in the water glasses along with ice that I replenished in the freezer
and to take dishes away when people finished their meals. I also had to put
the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when I got the chance.

When it was busy, I was running around like crazy trying not to drop
anything. It was like a marathon. I was the only busboy and I had a lot of
carrying and walking to do. Denny was great. He gave me directions and
taught me the ropes. Uncle Matt also helped, in between greeting and
seating the customers and helping Juan cook.

I did get distracted ever so often. Partly because I felt like fainting
every time Juan looked at me, partly because I got this deep warm longing
feeling in my chest every time I saw Matt smile at me or feel his hand on
my back as he gave me directions. And partly because we were on the goddam
boardwalk in the summertime and it was filled with hunky half naked guys
walking up and down, their muscular pecs gleaming with sweat and their pert
asses smiling hello at me as they walked past.

By the end of the evening I was exhausted. I was supposed to stop working
at 7 pm since I was only 14 and I'd started at noon. But I stayed on until
closing time at 9:30 pm. I wanted to help. Matt had told my parents I'd be
home late. I wanted Uncle Matt to think I was a good worker. I wanted to
show Uncle Matt that I meant what I said, that I would do anything he
needed, I would give him anything he wanted.

It turns out Matt noticed. He noticed how hard I was working, how hard I
was trying to do everything that needed to be done. But he noticed
something else too. He noticed how I hung on his every word. He noticed how
I looked at him with a loopy grin. He noticed how I stole glances at his
muscular biceps, his pecs, and his bulging package.

I didn't understand these things until later. But Uncle Matt explained it
all to me, to make sure I understood, to make sure I knew what I was
doing. He explained to me how he understood, instinctively, who I was, what
I longed for, and--get this--who I longed for. He knew that if he asked, if
he probed, if he gently touched my face, my shoulder, my back, my arm,
my... my ass... that I would not object, I would not retreat, I would not
withdraw. I would yield, I would succumb, I would melt, I would vibrate
with desire. He knew I was looking at him with different eyes. He knew I no
longer saw him as my uncle. He knew I saw him as the guy I wanted. He knew
that I needed him.

Uncle Matt knew about need. He fucking knew what it was to have urges so
powerful you don't know what to do. He knew about suppressing those urges
when there was no way to fulfill them.

And he knew about love. He had loved my Dad. He still loved my Dad. He
apparently also loved Juan.

But as I have said, I loved my Uncle Matt. But until that night I did not
know how much he loved me. I did not know how much he knew me. I did not
know that there was a silent agreement between my Dad and his best friend
to stop the drought, to end the exile, to give in to need. Matt's need. My
need. And to express our love. Matt's love for me. My love for him. I loved
Matt. And, as it turned out, I needed him. Matt loved me. He would never
have acted on that love without my father's permission. That hug in the
morning had told Matt everything he needed to know. It told him that my
father wanted Matt to have what he needed. Again. It told Matt that he had
my father's permission to give me what I needed. It told Matt that he no
longer had to hold it in, to be mature. Matt wanted my father's ass. But my
father could not give it to him. I wanted Matt's cock but I didn't know it
yet. My father knew. He fucking knew.

My father had given me to Matt. He had given Matt permission to fuck my
ass. He had given Matt a way to continue his love affair with my Dad. He
had given Matt a way to relieve Matt's sexual frustation, but he had also
given me a way to relieve my sexual frustration, to give me what I needed,
and to do it with someone safe, someone who cared about, someone who never,
not in a million years, would ever hurt me or break my heart. If someone
was going to fuck my ass, my Dad wanted to make sure it was a guy who loved
me. if I was going to become a cocksucker, Dad wanted to make sure it was
someone who would look down on me with love. If I was going to be like my
Uncle Matt, Dad was going to help me learn the ropes. And if I was going to
be looking for love, Dad wanted to help me find it.

Dad knew. Matt knew. They fucking knew that I loved Matt. They knew that I
wanted him.

As I stood there, Matt knew that if he wanted to slide his hard throbbing
cock between my lips that I would count it a blessing, that I would open up
to him, to his need, his lust, his power, his manhood, that I would taste
his velvety skin on my tongue, that I would encircle his dick with my
teenage lips, that I would look him in the eyes as he fucked my mouth. He
knew, he fucking knew that I was a guy who longed to assume the position,
to be on my knees, to be looking up at him in love, in awe, in lust, to be
sucking my Uncle Matt's cock, to be his busboy, servicing his needs, taking
care of him, cleaning the kitchen, emptying the spigot.

My Dad had given Matt his ass but he had never given Matt his mouth. Matt
knew about my Dad but Matt also knew about me. Matt fucking knew in his
heart that I would hear angels singing in heaven if I ever got to suck
Matt's daddy cock.

Fuck it, this all became evident later. At this moment, after the tables
were cleared, after Matt said goodnight to Denny, after he told Juan he
would see him at home (fuck me, I didn't know they lived together...?!?!),
Matt approached me and looked me in the eyes. He put his hands on my
shoulders and smiled.

"Boy did you do a great job son," he said. "Great first day. I'm proud of
you."

I had a shit-eating grin on my face, I was so happy he liked the job I had
done. And the feel of his muscular hands on my shoulders made me shiver.

"Bring it here son," Matt said, pulling me to him and holding me close.

It was dark outside. I was tired. I was overjoyed that he was happy with
the work I had done. I was off guard and not trying to act or hide my
feelings. I let him hug me. I let him pull me close. I wrapped my arms
around him. I pressed my crotch against his crotch, I placed my cheek
against his cheek.

And I did like my father did. I held onto Matt as if he were lifeboat. I
held him in my arms. I molded my body to fit with his. I relaxed and
allowed him to feel me drawn to him, pressed against him. I let him feel
how much I loved him. And like my father I held on, not for one second, not
for two, not for three, or four, five, or six, or seven, or even eight
sconds. I held on, my breath getting faster and faster for twelve fucking
seconds.

And just about second number 10, Uncle Matt, my Uncle Matt, did three
things. He slid his hands down my back until they cupped my ass cheeks; he
lifted me up into his arms spreading my legs around his waist; and he
turned his head to kiss me on the cheek.

My cock throbbed against his stomach. I started to hyperventilate. I could
still feel his lips against my cheek, his hands gripping my ass and holding
me up in the air, his muscular arms by my sides. I loved him. I loved my
Uncle Matt. My heart pounded. My cock throbbed.

He moved his face to look at me. My legs gripped him around the waist, my
arms encircled his neck.

For a good long while, we just looked at each other as he held and groped
my boy ass and moved me slowly up and down along his body.

"You OK, son?" Matt said, looking into my eyes as I felt my cock stroke
against his stomach.

"I've never been better," I said, looking into his eyes, feeling my cock
throb as he masturbated me against him.

"You did so good, son... you did..."

I was pressing my cock against him. I couldn't stop it. I was moved forward
and back, up and down. I was humping his stomach. I was so turned on. I was
so attracted to him. I was so fucking hard. I loved him so much.

"You said you'd do anything I wanted," Matt said. "Did you mean it? Did you
really mean it?"

I looked at him. I felt him squeezing my ass. I realized he must feel my
throbbing cock against his stomach. I realized he was making me hard by
pushing me against his stomach and moving me up and down. I realized... I
realized I did mean it. I fucking did mean it. Anything. I would do
anything he wanted. Any fucking thing.

"Yes, Uncle Matt. Yessir. Anything you want. Anything at all," I said.

His mouth was now right in front of mine. His lips were moist, thick, sexy.

"Anything?" he said, his lips touching mine. "Anything?"

His lips were quivering as he spoke; they made my own lips move in
sympathy. He was touching my lips. He was touching, he was -- oh God he was
kissing me, he was kissing me.

I followed his lead. I kept my lips on his and I spoke the words he wanted
to hear, the words I wanted to say.

"Anything. I would do anything for you Uncle Matt. I love you."

And with that, as if I had shot the gun to start the race, Uncle Matt
shoved his tongue into my mouth. Uncle Matt groaned and he invaded my
lips. He moved his tongue in and out as if he was fucking my mouth. Fucking
hell, it was the best feeling in my entire life. I started to suck. I
sucked Matt's tongue. I sucked like a baby. I sucked like a man dying from
thirst. I sucked like I had not eaten in days. Uncle Matt was fucking my
mouth with his tongue and I sucked on it. I sucked my Uncle Matt. I
sucked. I sucked.

And then, as if in a flash of lighting, Uncle Matt put me down. He must
have been holding this in for so long, he could not wait a second
longer. He put me on the floor. He put me on my knees. He undid his belt
and shoved his trousers down, he slipped off his boxers, and there his hard
daddy cock was right in front of my eyes, and before I knew it, before I
understood what was happening, Uncle Matt showed me what he wanted, he
showed me how desperately, how strongly he wanted what he wanted. He wanted
my mouth on his cock. He wanted to shove his cock between my lips. He
wanted my Dad to suck his fucking cock. My Dad wasn't there. I was. And he
knew. He knew by the way I sucked his tongue that I was not my Dad. He
wanted me to suck his dick. And he knew I would fucking do it.

My reaction when he kissed me told him everything he needed to know. I was
the kind of boy he thought I was. I was the boy he wanted me to be. I was
they he had wished my father was. I was the boy with the instincts that he
hoped I had. I sucked instinctively. I knew how to suck. I fucking wanted
to suck. He knew it. He knew what it meant. He knew that he was not forcing
himself on me. He knew that I wanted this even if I did not know it
myself. He knew, he knew, he knew. He could not have my Dad. But he could
fucking have me.

He had wanted this since the moment he met my Dad. He had wanted this for
twenty years. He had wanted my Dad to suck his cock. And here I was, his
lover's son. I looked like my Dad. I fucking looked like my Dad. He wanted
to fuck my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock. He could have it. He could
have what he wanted.

So he did not stop to think. He did not weigh ethical niceties. He did not
worry about doing whether it was immoral to fuck a 14 year old's mouth, to
make his underage employee suck the boss's dick. I was willing to anything
he wanted. I wanted to do anything he wanted. Fuck I wanted exactly what he
wanted.

It was too fucking much. So he shoved me onto my knees, whipped out his
throbbing daddy cock and shoved it in my mouth.

He shoved it in all the way. It was long and I started to gag. Matt loved
me. But at that moment he was thinking of himself alone. He needed my
mouth. I wanted his cock. He shoved it all the way in. He shoved it where
he had always wanted it to be. He held my head in place. He held me on his
cock. And he began to rock back and forth, in and out.

I gagged but then something loosened up. Something changed. I looked up at
him. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted Uncle Matt's penis. And somehow,
somehow I was sucking his cock. I was sucking Uncle Matt's cock. I was
sucking my uncle's cock. I was on my knees before the man I loved. I was on
my knees before the man who loved me. I was looking up to the man who loved
my Dad. I was, God, I was sucking the cock of the man I had been thinking
about all day. I was sucking his cock. I was getting what I wanted. I was
giving him what he needed.  A man, a real man, a grown man, with a large
throbbing, hot, wet tool fucking my face, letting me service him, suck him,
drink him in.

"Anything," he said, "anything, anything..." as he shoved his cock in and
out of my puffy teenage lips.

And as I felt my own cock about to erupt in pleasure, I felt a spurt of
precum on my tongue. It was salty, it was sweet, it belonged to my uncle
Matt, it belonged to me. Another spurt and another. And he was moaning, he
was thrusting, he was throbbing. And he exploded in my mouth. The first
shot of cum hit the roof of my mouth, the second the back of my throat. I
swallowed. He shot. I swallowed. He shot. I swallowed. He shot.

I drank. I drank Uncle Matt's baby juice. I drank Uncle Matt's semen. I
loved him. I loved him. And I fucking drank his thick salty cum. I drank
it. And drank it. And drank it. And drank it.

And when it was over, when Uncle Matt has finished fucking my mouth and
shooting his semen into my mouth, he shook his head as if he had come to
his senses. He looked down at me.

"Holy fuck," he said. "What have I done? what have I... I'm so sorry Guy. I
couldn't stop myself, I couldn't.. I just..."

He was obviously frantic with guilt. He was thinking that he had been so
turned on by me that he lost his wits and shoved his cock into the mouth of
his best friend's son. He was horrified at what he had done. He was ...

"Stop," I said, forcefully. I was only 14 but I knew what I had to do. I
stood up. I looked him in the eye. "It's OK," I said, reaching my hand up
to hold his beautiful face. "It's OK, Uncle Matt. It's not just what you
wanted. It's what I wanted. It's what I wanted." I swallowed, feeling some
of his thick cum slide down my throat, its warmth making me feel full and
safe. "It's what I wanted too. I wanted your cock. I wanted your cum."

Uncle Matt looked like he was about to cry. He had been scared, he had felt
guilty, he had thought he had done something awful.

I put my face as close to his as I could.

"I love you, Uncle Matt," I said. And I kissed him on the lips.

He burst into sobs.

But then he kissed me back.

Uncle Matt kissed me back.

I loved him. I loved him.

And he fucking loved me too.



Taking my father's place part 5

It turned out that Uncle Matt lived with the cook and that they were
fucking each other every which way from Sunday every chance they got. Juan
was not just a handsome son of a bitch. He was uncle Matt's lover. And from
that first day at the boardwalk, I was too. I was only 14. But I was as
horny as a dog. And I fucking loved Matt. I was so attracted to him it
hurt. And I loved him so much it made my heart ache to think about it. I
was only 14. But I was in love. I had a fucking lover. In fact, I guess I
had two of them. And loving got better with time. It helped to
practice. And I got a lot of practice that summer.

I was a good, loyal, and hardworking busboy. I was also an eager,
hardworking rookie cocksucker. I got to practice on Uncle Matt and on his
buddy Juan. Denny knew that Matt and Juan were more than employer-employee
and he was fine with it. I don't know if he ever suspected that I was the
third in the triangle but he sure didn't have any objection to the two of
them manhandling me every chance they got. I couldn't walk by either one of
them in the kitchen without getting a pat on my muscular boy ass or a kiss
on the lips. I can't believe Denny never saw anything. Maybe he just
realized I was that kind of boy. Fuck, I realized, maybe he was that kind
of boy too.

I realized something else that summer. My Dad and Matt were more than
roommates. Dad was the first Juan. He was Uncle Matt's roommate in more
ways than one. They did not just share an apartment, they shared a
room. They did not just share a room, they shared a bed. They did not just
share a bed, they shared... they shared... well everything. Matt explained
to me how he had my Dad had been, well, as close as two guys can get. My
Dad though, my Dad needed something else, something different. He needed my
Mom. Matt, well Matt didn't need a woman, he didn't need a wife. But he
understood, he got it about my Dad. He got it and it didn't stop him from
loving my Dad. And it didn't stop my Dad from loving him. There were limits
to what my Dad could give Matt. He gave what he could. Matt never forgot
how generous my Dad was to him, how my Dad fulfilled Matt's needs for as
long as he could.

I realized that summer that Dad knew about me. I never said anything to
him. But the way I looked at guys, the way I looked at Uncle Matt, the way
I loved sitting in their laps, resting my head on their shoulders, wrapping
my legs around their waists. Dad knew. Matt knew. They fucking knew. The
whole time I was growing up, they knew that I was like Matt. But somehow
they also knew that I was different from him. They knew Matt was a
top. They Matt would never give his ass to another guy. But they also knew
something about me. They knew I longed to be with a guy. They knew I
hankered after grown muscular men. But they also knew, somehow they knew,
that, unlike my Dad, I would bend over not out of a love so deep I would
give my buddy what he needed. They knew I would bend over becuase that's
what I needed.

They knew when I started jacking off and shooting cum at 10 years old that
I was too young to learn the lessons about being a man. But when I was 14,
and I needed a summer job, well that was the time, that was the time, to
see if they were right about me, to see if I needed what they thought I
needed, to see if my love for Uncle Matt was love or... love.

The first time I got fucked it was not my Uncle Matt who did it. It was his
lover Juan. And he did it under my uncle's watchful eye. You see Juan's
penis was about five inches long when it was hard and Matt's was over seven
and thick as a brick. Matt needed my ass and Juan was going to help him
take it.

It was New Jersey and there was a big hurricane. It came in faster than
anyone anticipated. I was stuck at the restaurant with Juan and Uncle
Matt. Denny had walked home to his apartment two blocks away. The building
was secure and safe but it was too dangerous to drive. We had to stay
put. Thank God we had flashlights and candles and enough food to feed the
Russian army.

But my boss, my uncle, my lover, had other plans for me. He started out
kissing me right in front of Juan and as he kissed me, Juan undressed
me. Slowly. My shirt, my shoes, my socks, my pants, my white
briefs. Naked. I stood naked before my handsome uncle whose tongue was in
my mouth, slowly going in and out, slowly, lazily, lovingly, as I felt a
wet sensation between my ass cheeks. Holy mother of God, Juan was licking
my asshole. Jesus did that feel good. And Matt's tongue was fucking my
mouth. God did I love him. God was I attracted to this maculine daddy. I
trembled. I spread my legs. I moved to give Juan access. And then I felt
it. Warm oil, sticky, slippery oil on my asshole. Juan's finger slipping
inside. Matt fucking my mouth with his tongue. Juan fucking my ass with his
finger. Juan touching me, fucking hell, what was that? He was stroking me
inside in some place that, oh God it made my cock twitch, it made me clamp
down on Matt's strong tongue, it made my ass clench, it made me push toward
Juan as if to say, "again, again, again" and fuck if Juan did not
understand perfectly, stroking my prostate over and over. One finger. More
lube. Two fingers. In and out. Touching my prostate. Sucking on Matt's
tongue. Oh God what was that? God three fingers, three fucking... oh God,
stretching my hole, stretching, stretching...

Empty. Where was Juan? I felt empty... I felt I needed... I wanted...

Oh God there it was. Something at my asshole. Something hot, thick, strong,
pushing, pushing, slowly probing, a little at a time, push retreat, push
retreat, push retreat. Then in a little. A little more. A little more.

I gave way. I fucking opened up. I opened up to Juan. I relaxed my
asshole. I invited him in. I invited him inside.

Juan's penis slid over my threshold. Juan took my cherry. His cock was
inside. Juan's cock was past the door. He was in. He was in. He pushed
in. Farther, farther, farther. He started to fuck. He started to fuck.

"Shit that is hot," Matt said, seeing me lose my virginity.

All of a sudden, I felt Uncle Matt pushing my head down, down down. There
was his penis. Uncle Matt's penis. He was rock hard. He was stiff. He was
dripping precum. He was... in my mouth. His liquid dropped onto my
tongue. Matt's cock was in my mouth, throbbing, pushing, probing. His cock
was where it belonged. I was sucking Uncle Matt. I was sucking Uncle Matt
as Juan fucked my 14 year old virgin ass. I sucked the guy I loved. I
sucked the cock of my uncle. I sucked my boss. I thrust backwards, eager to
feel the pistoning of Juan's dick inside me. It had taken only a couple of
minutes before I had relaxed and Juan fit inside me like he was supposed
to. Juan's cock fit my ass; my ass was made for his cock. We fit, we were
supposed to be united, we were... we were... made to fuck... My ass was
made for his cock; I was the lock and he was the key. HIs cock belonged
there. We fit, we fit, we fit and oh God Juan fucked fast and furious.

"So fucking sweet," he said. "Qué culo guapo." (what a handsome ass)

I was transported, like in a dream. I was sucking and getting fucked at the
same time. I was getting fucked for the first time. I was getting fucked,
in a hurricane, by the handsomest guy on the planet while I sucked the
penis of the uncle I loved.

And then just as suddenly as it started, Juan withdrew from my ass and Matt
took his cock from my mouth. Before I knew what was happening they had spun
me around. Juan held me in place. He looked into my eyes. Uncle Matt leaned
over me, his cock pressed between my ass cheeks, his lips at my ear.

"Do you love me Guy?" he asked, almost whispering.

"Yes, Uncle Matt," I whimpered. "Of course I love you. Of course I love
you."

"You look so much like your father Guy," he said, his cock now poised at my
asshole, his lips quivering against my ear as he whispered to me. "So
handsome, so loving."

Juan was looking deep into my eyes as Matt kissed my ear and talked to me.

"I love your father. You know that don't you?" he asked as his cock pressed
against my ass and deposited some precum there.

"Yes, uncle, yes I know."

"You're so much like him, so much..." I felt his cock press against my
hole, opening it slightly.

"Do you want me to love you too?" he asked, his cock almost past the
opening of my ass. "Do you?"

Juan's eyes were gazing into mine as he listened to my uncle ask me if I
wanted him to love me.

And then he whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you the way I fucked your
father?"

The head of his cock was opening me up. It was past the sphincter. His
thick cock was inside me. Matt's cock was inside the son of his first
lover.

"I need to hear it. I need you to tell me," Matt said, suddenly fierce. He
was filled with such longing, such need, such desire, such urgency.

And God almighty, it was time to take my father's place.

"Yes," I said. "Fuck me. Fuck me Uncle Matt. Fuck me like you fucked my
Dad."

And Matt plunged his cock all the way into me, Juan's beautiful eyes fixed
on mine as he saw my uncle take my ass. He wanted to see my eyes as Uncle
Matt thrust his seven inch cock into the hole that Juan had opened. Fuck me
he was so handsome, he was so beautiful. And...."arrrrrrgh...." I groaned
as Uncle Matt pushed his thicker longer cock into my no longer virgin
hole. Juan had opened me up for him but not quite enough. He pushed. My
asshole clenched. It resisted. It tightened. It closed off. Matt pushed. My
ass resisted. He pushed, he asserted his strength, he forced me open, he
forced me to relax, to breathe, to lower my guard... and he was in. He was
all the way in. Uncle Matt's cock was in my ass and it was pushing in
farther, farther, farther and... shit that was amazing... he was poking my
prostate. He was fucking me and hitting my prostate. He was fucking
me. Uncle Matt was fucking my boy ass. And Juan was kissing my face,
kissing my mouth, licking the tears from my cheeks. Juan kissed me and held
me and Uncle Matt thrust deep inside me.

Matt had fucked my Dad for years before he left to marry my Mom. And now he
had Dad's son, bent over before him, my muscular boy ass round and firm and
tight. And my hole was every bit as tight and moist and warm as my Dad's.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!  Ahhhhh!" Matt groaned as he triumphantly fucked my
ass. He had fucked my father. And now he was fucking the son. It was the
same. It was different. I looked like my Dad. But I was not giving Matt my
ass just because I loved him. I was giving Matt my ass because i wanted his
cock in my hole as much as Matt wanted his cock in my hole.

History had repeated itself. Only better.

"I fucked your dad and now I'm fucking you. I loved your dad and now I love
you. I love you little buddy. I love you son."

And with that he starting fucking me so hard and deep and fast that my ass
was lifted off the ground. Matt's mouth met mine and he shoved his tongue
inside. Matt fucked my ass. Juan fucked my mouth.

I floated. I floated in the air on Matt's cock and Juan's tongue. I
sucked. I sucked. I pushed back against Matt to meet his thrusts. My cock
was twitching. My cock was throbbing. I was holding it, stroking it,
kissing Juan and getting fucked by my horny uncle. And then, oh God, Matt
thrust hard and deep, hard and deep, hard and deep, hard and deep, and
somehow I felt the cum shooting out of his penis into my canal, as Matt's
tongue licked my tongue and filled my mouth.

And my own cock realized it was the moment to let go. I had told Uncle Matt
I would do anything he wanted. I would give him anything he wanted. And now
I had not only sucked his cock and drank his cum, I had bent over for
him. I had given him my ass. He had fucked the father and he had fucked the
son. My father could only give him so much. My father could not stay as
Uncle Matt's lover. But my father had a son and his son was that kind of
boy. My father could no longer give his ass to Uncle Matt. But my father
could give Matt his son.

Matt had missed fucking my father. He had missed taking their love all the
way. My father knew that. My father understood. But it was not only
that. My father had known about me. He had known what I wanted, what I
needed. He knew that I could give Matt what my Dad could not. He knew that
I needed Matt as much as Matt needed my Dad. He knew that i could go where
my Dad could no longer go. Matt wanted my father still. My father could not
help him. But my father could give Matt the next best thing. His only son.

And I? What did I get out of it? My first summer job. My first paycheck. My
first kiss. The first gob of cum in my mouth. And the first cocks in my
ass. I was a horny fucking boy. Uncle Matt and Juan needed a boy to fuck. I
needed men to fuck me.

That summer I gave them anything they wanted. But it was a two way deal. If
I wanted something, if I really really wanted it, well, you know what? They
were fucking eager to give it to me.



Taking my father's place part 6

There's just one more part to the story. A part I never, in a million
years, would have foreseen coming.

Half way through the summer, my experiences with Matt and Juan gave me the
courage to say something to my buddy Jock. I was nervous as fucking hell
about it. But I trusted my instincts. I loved Jock. He was my best
friend. And every indication was that I was his best friend. I loved him
but he loved me too.

One night when I was staying over at his house. His parents had gone away
for the weekend. We stole some beers from the basement fridge. After having
a couple, I came out and said it. I fucking let down my guard. I told Jock
I was into him. The way Jock was into his girlfriend. I didn't expect
anything. I knew Jock was not like me. I just wanted him to know. I
couldn't hold it in any more. I just had to say it.

"It doesn't change anything," I said. "I just... You're my best friend and
I thought you should know this about me. If it... if you don't want to be
my friend any more... I ... I mean I understand... I..."

Jock interrupted.

"Shut up," he said.

I was startled and looked at him anxiously.

He moved over to where I was and he took my face in his hands.

"You're my best buddy, Guy. Nothing, not anything, not anything in the
world will ever fucking change that."

I was trembling with anxiety, with relief, with wonder.

"I'm pissed at you, buddy. Don't you ever ever ever doubt my loyalty to
you. You get that?"

He spoke fiercely. He spoke as if what he had to say was the most important
thing in the world. He held my face as if I was the most important thing in
the world.

"Tell me. Tell me you get it. This is important man."

"OK, OK, Jock, I get it, I get it," I said, tears coming to my eyes.

"What the fuck are you crying about man?" he said.

"I was nervous. I wasn't sure how you'd react. I didn't know..." I
stammered.

"Fuck it, Guy, you need to know I'm here. I'm here for you. For whatever
you're going through. I trust you. I love you. You're my best bud. I need
to know you trust me as much as I trust you."

I looked at him. It was too good to be true.

"OK," I said. "Yeah I trust you. After this, what could I possibly have to
worry about?"

Jock looked at me, still holding my face.

"OK, man. But I'm still pissed that you even doubted me for a second. You
get that right?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, smiling now. "I get it, I get it."

"You know I like girls right?"

"Yeah, of course, I know."

"Well I can't have you having any doubts about my friendship. I can't have
that Guy. I just can't have it.'

He hesitated. "How can I prove it?" he said. "How can I?"

I looked at him. God Almighty he was handsome. He was smart, he was funny,
he was a good guy.

"Tell me one more thing and be honest. Promise me you're gonna tell me the
truth."

"OK, Jock."

"Promise."

"I promise to tell the truth," I said.

"Are you attracted to me?" Jock asked.

My heart fell into my stomach. This was the end. I had promised to tell the
truth. But if I did, he would not want to be my friend any more.

I didn't say anything. My eyes got teary again. I just looked at him. I was
about to cry.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said.

He didn't want to be my friend any more.

"You still don't trust me. You're still worrying I might toss you away. You
can't do that Guy. You can't be worried about me. I have to find a way to
prove it to you. To prove that you can't lose me no matter what."

I looked at him.

Finally he spoke. "I know you want me--"

I started to object. He interrupted me.

"No, don't say anything. Your reaction when I asked was clear as a
bell. You're attracted to me. I can tell. I guess I should have known
but... that's water under the bridge.  Well, you know I'm into girls. But
I'm also into having you as my friend. I love you man. And I want you to
know how much. I need you to know how much you mean to me."

And with that, Jock kissed me. He fucking kissed me.

He moved his face back.

"Was that OK?" he asked.

My eyes were filled with tears.

"You've wanted to do that for a long time, haven't you?" he said.

Tears fell out of my eyes. I sobbed.

"You're my best buddy. I love you. And I'm fucking going to show you how
much."

It was unbelievable.

Jock was not into guys. But he was into being my friend. He was into
showing me how much he loved me.

And so he kissed me. He undressed me.

And he fucked me.

Well it wasn't just fucking. Me and my best friend Jock, we made love.

My best friend gave me what he knew I wanted. He gave me what he knew I
needed. He loved me and that was enough to allow him to express it in the
deepest way possible. His love for me was enough to make his cock hard. His
love for me was enough to make my lips taste like those of his
girlfriend. His love for me was so powerful that he was willing to do
something he would never do with another man his entire life.

My Dad had given his ass to my Uncle Matt because he loved Matt and wanted
to give him what he needed. My Dad had bent over for Matt because he
understood his best friend's urgent needs.

It turned out my best friend Jock was as good a guy as my Dad. This time it
was me with the urgent need. It was me with the desperate desire. And it
was Jock who loved me so much he gave me what I needed. And what I needed
was his tongue in my mouth and his cock up my ass. My buddy Jock wanted to
prove to me that there was no way, no fucking way, that I would ever lose
him, that he as my buddy for life, for my entire life.

Jock showed me how much he loved me. He showed me all weekend long.

That was the only time we fucked. It was the only time we made love. But
Jock had made his point. He fucking loved me as much as I loved him. He was
my best friend for life. My Dad had Uncle Matt. I had my buddy Jock.

And, as it happened, I had Uncle Matt too.

When September came, I was ready for high school. It was a big school. It
was filled with strangers. But I had backup, like they say in that movie
"About a Boy." I had guys who loved me. I had guys who gave me what I
needed. I had guys who would beat the crap out of anyone who bullied me.

And I had guys that I could help out. I could give them what they needed. I
could step up and be a man.

I was being the best friend to my buddy Jock that I could be. I was being
the best lover of my uncle that I could manage.

I was growing up. I was becoming a man like my dad.

I was taking my father's place.



Short Guy Stories

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/driving-instructor

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/play-like-a-man

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/the-bottom-apartment

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/office-hours

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/town-gown-relations

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/will-you-be-my-buddy

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/daddy-issues

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/a-place-of-my-own

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/military/civil-service