Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 17:59:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: muscle_sprouts@yahoo.com
Subject: What I saw Series 30

What I Saw 30

I'm back... Here is another chapter in this endless saga. It involves Lane
once again as he seems to be my favorite slut from all my stories. Reminder
this is fiction and please don't read if you are underage or easily
offended. As usual, feedback always appreciated -honestly "fan emails"
really keep me motivated to write and keep submitting... so if you like
reading my stuff...keep me inspired.

It had been almost three months since I saw Lane get gang banged in the
back of the truck cab. I had used that episode as fantasy material for
quite a while and after all the things I had seen I must admit I had quite
a lot of mental imagery in my spank bank. I hadn't had the good fortune to
catch any other action and I was pretty busy with college so I wasn't that
bothered . The work was moderately challenging and while living at home
wasn't optimal I was making the best of it. My brother had been home for a
couple weekends and I had kept my ears and eyes open for any action he may
have been getting up to...but nothing. I was starting to get anxious and
was really itching to see some action. I had begun the cycle of edging and
restraining myself from cumming for a couple weeks and I was really on
edge...getting to the point where my dick was half hard all the time and
the slightest thought or stimulation would cause an immediate and iron hard
erection. My balls ached in that delicious way...heaven. I stepped through
the door after classes one day and happened to catch my mom on her cell
phone.

"Sure...he can stay here... no problem, he's been no bother when he's
stayed before...ok...we'll see him tonight...great." she hit the button on
the phone and went back to what she was doing. I walked into the room and
she absent mindedly looked up and said, "hey...your friend Lane is coming
to stay for a two or three weeks...his folks have to travel again and I
guess he had some problems at his prep school and had to take the semester
off and they don't want to leave him all alone in the house while they are
away.

I felt my dick pulse and begin to immediately thicken.

"What about his brother Paul...he can't stay with him?" I said, shifting
nervously to hide my swelling cock.

"Ummm...what...no dear...he's still in graduate school...why is having Lane
here an issue?" she said looking at me in that mom way.

"No...no...no problem...what happened at his prep school?" I asked

"Well...I'm not quite sure...but it was something involving some other
boys...something not nice I gather...please don't mention it to him..." My
mother said in her best well-bred manner...we didn't talk about anything
unseemly in our family.

If I had to hazard a guess I would bet Lane servicing the cocks of every
available student and possibly teacher might have been the "something not
nice" that may have got him kicked out of school. My heart was racing at
the thought of perhaps being able to see Lane in action again...he was
really something special...his lust for cock...and insatiable appetite tied
into something in me...I loved watching him at work.

"You might want to clean up your room...and if you see your father in your
travels let him know..." She said turning away going back to something on
her cell.

I took the stairs two at a time and almost knocked my dad over on the
landing. He was coming down looking like he was heading to the gym. His
grey hair was slicked back and his arms were bulging out of a tight white
t-shirt.

"Hey slow down Kid.." he said.

I watched him carefully as I told him Lane was coming to stay for a few
weeks...His eyes immediately half closed and his breath quickened. I knew
having a hot little cock hound in the house was going to be a huge
temptation for him.

I had some errands to run and had made plans with a couple of my friends so
I didn't get home till later that night. The whole time I was out I was
distracted and struggling to keep my cock from springing to full erection.
When I walked in my parents and Lane were in the living room. I had seen
and been around the kid many times now but he still took my breath away. He
was standing by the couch. His dark curls were a tumble on the top of his
head with trim sideburns framing his flushed cheeks. He had an expensive
pair of Beat Headphones around his neck...but clearly not on. He had on a
baggy sleeveless shirt and his smooth muscled arms were nicely tan. The
shirt was clearly a cut up tee as the hem was a bit jagged and short. This
allowed for an occasional flash of taught stomach and even more of a view
of his tight waist and dimpled lower back. He had on sweats that were true
to form, baggy in the legs but stretched tight across that incredible
bubble ass. They were pulled down low on his hips showing the wide band of
his Calvin Klein briefs. The top swell of bisected ass cheeks peeked out
the top of the pants and I could see my dad could barely keep his eyes off
the kid's prominent backside.

My dad was sitting on the couch in front of the kid, his thighs splayed
wide and I could see the clear outline of his heavy cock and balls through
the light fabric of his draw string pants. Lane's eyes would constantly
flicker to my dad's crotch during the whole conversation...the dance was
beginning.

I walked over and shook his hand, he seemed genuinely pleased to see me and
to be in our house. We sat around and just shot the shit until bedtime. I
didn't bring up school and he briefly said the school administrators had
blamed him for something he didn't do and blah blah... In the meantime he
had to take time off and do volunteer work and do an independent study
before he could go back.

He seemed restless and paced around my room the whole time we were talking.
I noticed his dick was visible and it seemed to my trained eye that he was
semi-erect the entire time. He would pace and occasionally stretch out his
arms saying he was sore from the gym. I didn't know about that but I had to
put my pillow on my lap to hide my hard-on from seeing his softly muscled
stomach with a light trail of hair under his navel going down into the
crotch of his sweats and the flash of his lightly haired armpits.

This was going to be tough. I knew I had to push him a bit to try and make
something happen so I made sure to stay awake after lights out... I didn't
want him to have the opportunity to jerk off. A whore like him must have
been horny all the time and I knew being so close to my dad would have an
effect on him. I finally drifted off and must have been asleep for a couple
of hours when I suddenly awoke and saw that Lane's bed was empty. SHIT...
three guesses who was with. I tiptoed to the top of the stairs and heard
low voices coming from the kitchen. I crept down the stairs and got as
close as I could to overhear them.

"Listen Kid...I'm telling you...nothing is going to happen here with my
wife and son in the house." My dad said in a hushed whisper.

"FUCK...I need...I need...you know..." Lane's voice trailed off.

"What...you need what... Slut...cock...is that what you want...?" My dad's
voice had taken on the authoritative teasing tone he seemed to reserve for
the young cock hounds he found to play with.

"YES...I'm fucking dying...I haven't had sex in almost three months...my
prick brother has been keeping close ties on me and since that shit went
down at school my parents have barely let me out of the house." Lane said.

"From what I heard you made a real pig of yourself at that truck stop...
fifteen...twenty strangers used you...I bet your stomach and ass were
fucking full of sperm by the end of that night...huh...?" My dad's voice
was thickening with lust as the content of the conversation.

"Shit...stop talking about it ...I'm fucking hard as a rock...you did this
to me...I would never have done any of these things until you made me...now
I NEED it...you have to help me." Lane hissed.

"Listen you little faggot...you've made out pretty well on this deal...
besides the money I've sent you from the internet movies sales you've also
had access to all the big, hot, hard dick you could handle...I'm not your
fucking pimp..." Dad said

I peeked around the corner and I could see Lane was standing really close
to my dad. He had come down in just a white wife beater and a pair of tight
white boxer briefs and his cock was straining and throbbing in the front
pouch. His chest was heaving and he was breathing heavy...from anger...
frustration or lust I wasn't sure. My dad was standing leaning against the
kitchen counter. He had on a snug fitting olive green t-shirt and those
loose draw sting pants. His chest and arms looked huge and he had his
ankles causally crossed as he stood there. The conversation or the kid's
proximity was clearly affecting him as I could see the clear long tube of
the beginings of a massive erection swaying and tenting out the loose
cotton of the pants. It was clear he wasn't wearing underwear and I was
once again surprised by the size of his cock. It was still only semi-erect
and it was a nine inch curve against his thigh. Lane was staring at it
mesmerized.

"Fuck...then just let me touch it...I have to have something." The need was
so obvious in his voice and his hand was frantically kneading the packed
crotch of his underwear.

My dad roughly slapped his hand away. "Stop touching yourself Fucker...if
I'm going to help you...then it's my rules...and rule number one is
starting right now...your hands stay off that dick...no jerking off...no
cumming at all...we clear?" he said punctuating the orders with firm slap
to the kids flushed face.

Lane's hand jerked up to his face. "Fuck...yessss...but then let me play
with your dick...I'm dying to see it...it's been so long..." He said.

"Listen kid...maybe I can help you out...I'm not fucking you...no...but
like before... I can put up some posts...line some bull studs up for you at
a specific location..." I saw my dad's cock twitch and start to swell a bit
more, it now prodded out straight from his body.

"When ?" Lane said sounding positively desperate.

My dad's voice was low and husky when he replied. "If and I mean IF you
follow the rules and do what I say this week...no touching yourself...no
cumming...be a good boy...no cock on the side no matter what...then I can
set something up this weekend...I will be away..." he trailed off.

"You're going to have Ryan film me again." Lane said breathless now at the
thought of something happening...

"No he isn't available...but since I'm going to put some rules in place I
do need a way for you to be accountable..."

"What do you mean" Lane asked.

"Well since rumor has it you've been such a slut and gotten yourself thrown
out of school I feel like you need to learn some self-control...so.." My
dad was breathing heavy and I could see Lane moving in closer the packed
mound of his cock in the briefs almost grazing the now fully erect cock
straining at the front of my dad's pants. It rose up in the loose light
cotton pants, the engorged head well past the hem of his t-shirt.

"So...?" Lane said breathing heavy.

"I want you to go somewhere...public...somewhere dirty...sleazy..." Dad
said, his tongue flicked out and licked his lips.

"I don't want to get caught...I'm already in enough trouble..." Lane said

"Fine...forget it...Dad said and leaned up a bit and let the tip of his
erection graze the kid's stomach.

Lane threw his head back and groaned.

"Alright...where..." Lane said.

My dad chuckled low in his throat "I don't care...maybe that filthy trucker
bathroom that you went to that first time you went cock crazy.." said Dad.

"Mmmm...Ok...what are the rules and how am I going to be accountable?" Lane
said

I could see he was super excited by the whole scene...the tease...the
restriction...his cock had begun to leak and the front of the briefs were
wet right where the head of his dick was insistently pressing against the
cotton. He was shifting and squirming standing there...his breath almost
coming in pants now.

"Well... first off...just oral...and I fucking mean it...you can suck off
as many horse dicked truckers that show up...eat their cum fill your belly
with strange men's sperm...but no fucking...that is your punishment for
your lack of control...understand." He said and slapped Lane lightly on the
cheek again.

I could positively hear Lane's teeth grinding, "Fine" he spat out.

"...and" my dad continued, " you stay dressed...I know how crazy you get
sucking dick after dick and the thought of being naked for all those men in
a filthy bathroom will be a big temptation...but resist...you can stay
there all day...I'll make the post so lewd and filthy that men will be
lining up...and I will be clear... only big dicks...nine inches and
over...you can jerk them off through the glory hole...suck them, deep
throat them...let them shoot their hot cum right down your throat directly
into your stomach... hot cum all over your face...in your hair...right on
your whore tongue...but that's it...fucking get drunk on cum...bathe in
it...but nothing else...CLEAR?" he said.

"Oh GOD...yes..." Lane moaned and dropped to his knees. His face now
directly in front of the throbbing cloth covered erection.

"...and to keep you honest I am going to give you a small Go Pro...I want
you to mount it in the stall...where you can film yourself...it will have a
time counter and I'll know if you shut it off...so...we have a deal?" My
dad said...he was now toying with the stings on the pants and Lane's eyes
were half closed almost swooning in lust.

"Yes...please...I'll be good...but please...let me see your dick"

MY dad smiled an evil smile, "and Boy...I mean it...until is set this
up...no touching yourself, no cumming and no playing with anyone cock...no
matter what...we clear?" He looked right at the kid.

Lane just nodded.



"Untie the strings." My dad said throatily and let his hands fall to his
sides.

Lane let out a low groan, his hands shook as he reached up as he grasped
the string the back of his hand grazed my dad's cock head and the dick
jumped and Dad shuddered.

"Hey...careful...I'm really excited and remember...no touching." He
whispered.

Lane bit his lip as he pulled on the string. As soon as the knot undid the
pants loosened and fell from my dad's hips, smoothly pooling at his
ankles. His cock throbbed the minute it hit the air. The head visibly
swelled just from being exposed in front of the kneeling kid. The long
thick shaft gently curved back towards his body and thick veins coursed
along the deeply ridged stalk. The head seemed oversized and flushed a deep
red. Big heavy balls swung low beneath the curved erection and my Dad took
a deep breath.

Lane rocked back on his heels and moaned at the sight of the huge engorged
dick. "GOD...I want to touch it so bad..." He hissed.

My Dad smirked and looked down at the kid..."That would be against the
rules...but I can touch it" he said and gently ran the tips of his fingers
up along the thick tube on the underside of the shaft. He moaned a bit and
let the fingers linger and flutter over the bloated head. "Ummm feels so
good...it's so fucking hard...and hot...can you feel the heat coming off of
it?" he said in a hushed voice looking down on the kid.

"Yes" Lane said, his eyes never leaving the cock.

My Dad began to slowly run his lightly clenched fist up and down the long
shaft from the base to just below the painfully swollen head. "It's
big...huh?...ten inches I'd say...Christ...feels so good...Oh..." he let
out a gasp. "Look kid...precum...I'm leaking." He used the tip of his
finger to dip into the deep piss slit that bisected the glans and pulled a
clear gluey thread of fluid. It hung connected from the end of his finger
to the tip of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned as he rubbed the
precum all around the steely hard head.

Lane was chewing on his lips and squirming around. I could see the crotch
of his underwear was soaked with his own precum and his cock was pulsing in
time to his pounding heart. The back of his briefs had shifted down and the
incredible top swell of his ass cheeks was now visible. I could see a
glistening of sweat in the deep cleft.

He stared as my dad milked more and more precum from his rampant cock. Soon
a clear rivulet of fluid was running down the deeply flushed stalk and
dripping off his balls. Dad got a look in his eyes and used two knitted
together fingers to scoop a big drop off the end of his cock shuddering at
the stimulation. He held his fingers over Lane..."Open your mouth Slut." He
ordered.

Lane groaned and tipped his head back and opened his mouth. He stuck out
his tongue letting it quiver against his lower lip. Dad dangled his fingers
loosely over the kids straining mouth causing the viscous fluid to drip in
slow motion directly onto the boys tongue. Lane jumped as if electrified at
the taste. He closed his lips trying to get as much taste as he could.

Dad leaned back and said, "pull my pants up. Lane moaned,
"No...please...let me see you cum...let me taste it...please." He begged
almost in tears of need.

My Dad kept one hand wrapped around his cock and used the other to grab a
handful of Lane's hair, jerking his head, "do it"

Lane reached down and grabbed the waistband of the cotton pajama pants. My
dad grabbed them from him and pulled them over his hips. He had to use
considerable effort to tuck his straining cock in and securely tie the
strings. Immediately the front of the pants were wet with a big spot of
precum right at the head that was tenting the pants up along my dad's flat
stomach.

My dad pushed the kid and Lane fell back on his ass on the kitchen floor.
Dad stepped over him and I hurried away as I heard dad say as he walked
away..."remember the rules cunt." Chuckling as he headed up to bed.

Should I keep going...???? you tell me.