Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2000 00:32:58 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: CAMPING DADS--Part 5

(Incest, rimming, scat, w/s)

           CAMPING DADS--Part 5

  "Quite a day, hunh, son?"
  "Y-yeah. Are you pissed? You know, finding out I'm gay?"
  "Naw." He put his arm around Billy. "How could I be pissed?
You saw me out there. I'm as much of a fag as you are!" he
laughed. "But listen now, as much as you like the guy--and I
obviously can't blame you for that--don't let him treat you
like dirt. Except for when you want him to, of course. I mean
don't let him hurt you, okay?"
  "Dave said Slick loves me. You think that's true?"
  "Hmmm, could be. But don't be surprised if he never admits
it."
  "But...if he does, why not tell me?"
  "He's scared about feelings like that. He's used to being a
bully. Watch out. It might even make him treat you worse. He's
the kind of guy that has to keep on top. Being in love is weak
in his mind. If I were you, I'd never mention it. He'll
probably show you more love if he thinks you don't know."
  "Dave mentioned it. What if Slick does?"
  "Play on his sense of power. Just like, uh, sucking cock
did. You know, tell him he's the boss and he can damned well
love somebody if he wants to! Don't know what else to tell you,
kid."
  "Thanks, Dad," he put his head on Phil's shoulder. "I...I
liked messin' around with you, too. Guess we shouldn't do that,
hunh?"
  "No, we shouldn't. That's terrible incest. But maybe we'll
luck out some time and your boyfriend'll make us do it!" he
laughed.
  For the next two weeks things were rather calm. Billy, of
course, spent all his free time with Slick...usually sucking
him off...whenever Slick let him, of course. The punk once went
two days just teasing Billy and not letting him touch him. The
poor boy was frantic by then, and didn't even mind when Slick
started things off by making him lick out the wax from his ears
and snot from his nose! The capper happened the next day when
Slick dragged Billy into the garage.
  "Glad you're here. I was just sitting on the toilet a few
minutes ago." He pulled him behind some boxes and dropped his
pants. "You know what a toilet's for, doncha, toiletboy? Or
maybe I should call you toilet paperboy. See, I just took a
shit and I didn't wipe cause I knew you were coming over. So
get down there and lick my asshole off...it's starting to
itch!"
  "Aw, Slick, it's too dirty!" Billy spread the guy's cheeks
apart and gazed at the brown ring around his anus. The smell
was atrocious! Billy grunted in displeasure, but all the time
he was getting closer and closer to get a good whiff. He was
really learning how to play Slick, and knew his complaints were
working when Slick teased him by wiggling his ass in his face.
  "Quit grumbling! I don't care if you don't like it...suck
that shit off my hole! And do it slow so you get a good taste.
I want you to get used to it and start loving it for the day
when I stop using toilets and start using your mouth!"
  Billy didn't comment, but kinda smiled to himself. His idol
had a dirty asshole covered with shit, and since it was his job
at the moment to lick it clean he got down to business! He
lapped up and down each side, over the top and around the
bottom...licking up the thick ring. He doubted if Slick had
checked it out, and probably had no idea just how much shit
there was back there. Billy carefully licked it all off before
going for the hole. It was stinky and tasted like crap, but
because it did he enjoyed it all the more. He was his slave,
and he liked the taste of his master's shit! The 18-year-old
soon had his tongue digging between the 16-year-old punk's
dirty anal lips and licking out the warm shit from inside his
rectum!
  "Okay, that's enough. I don't wanna spoil ya. Blow me!"
  Billy wiped his mouth and grabbed for it. He'd tasted the
juice out of his ass, now he wanted the juice from his balls...
those balls that seemed to work overtime. Slick always had a
big load stored up and even after coming another was ready in
minutes. That was fine with Billy. He could suck that cock all
day long and wished he could keep the knob in his mouth while
sleeping to take several drinks during the night!
  But except for meeting Slick in his garage that day, Billy
had never been in his house...or personally met his dad. That
was to end now. Slick had gone with his idea of a barbecue, and
everybody was in attendance on Saturday. Besides secretly
looking forward to it, Phil and Dave were, not surprisingly,
blackmailed into attending--'an anonymous letter to their wives
intimating sexual hanky-panky with young boys.' Not something
that could be proven...but enough to cause trouble.
  Emyline met Phil, Dave and Billy at the door. She was
dressed as seductively as her slutty reputation.
  "Well, come in! Goodness, three handsome men at once! Burt
and Slick are in back heating up the barbecue. Why don't you
boys take a dip in the pool while I fix you some drinks?"
  "Um, we didn't bring any trunks," Phil said, obviously as
nervous as Dave...while Billy seemed happy and oblivious to the
tension.
  "Aw, that don't matter, honey. Just jump in naked!" she
smiled. "We always swim that way around here."
  They made their way out the back door, Billy leading and
heading straight for Slick.
  A shirtless man in tight sweatshorts and a drink in his hand
came forward with a big grin. He was handsome with a shock of
blond hair.
  "Welcome! You must be Phil and Dave." He shook their hands
warmly. "And hello over there. You must be Billy. Sure is good
to see Slick making a friend. He can be trying sometimes," he
confided, "tends to put people off. It's nice to see someone
can see past his rough facade. Actually, I'm a little sur-
prised. I figured it would take somebody who'd beat the shit
out of him before becoming friends," he laughed.
  "He is a little rough around the edges," Phil said in
understatement while Dave raised his eyebrows in amusement.
  "Ah, here come your drinks. Why don't you guys take a dip?"
  "No trunks," Dave shrugged.
  "So? Swim in the buff...or in your jockeys. We're pretty
informal around here." He clapped Dave on the back.
  "Whew, it is awfully hot today," Phil said, wiping his brow.
"Maybe we will at that. How 'bout you, Dave?"
  "G-guess that'd be alright." It was over 90 and he was
dripping in sweat too. Getting some relief was more important
than their apprehension about things. Besides, Burt gave no
indication that he knew a thing about their sexual escapades
with Slick, and Slick was just whispering happily with Billy.
It all seemed like a normal afternoon neighborhood get-
together. Even moreso when Burt made a remark about being sorry
their wives were out of town. Slick heard that and winked!
  The guys did nothing to correct Burt's misinformation, they
just shrugged inwardly and began to strip. Down to their
shorts, they noticed Emyline checking them out with apparent
silent praise and quickly dove into the cooling water.
  "What do you think?" Dave asked when they came up at the far
end.
  "I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. That drink she
made me would knock over a horse!"
  "Mine, too. Bitch must be trying to get us drunk!" he
laughed. "She seems like a loose woman...not too shabby,
either!"
  "Yeah, but remember we're married men, buddy," Phil
chuckled.
  "Hell, all bets are off today," Dave said. "We might not
have any choice in that. Who knows what the little bastard has
up his sleeve."
  "Maybe nothing. Burt doesn't act like he does all the things
Slick accuses him of."
  "Neither do you, cocksucker!" Dave laughed. "Let's swim. And
don't mess with me under the water. I don't wanna get out with
a hardon!"
  "So, did you boys meet in school?" Burt asked.
  "Naw," Slick kind of scowled, "squirt's short but he's gonna
be in college. Actually, first time I saw Billy was at the
park."
  "Gosh, I would have thought you were younger than Slick.
That's good...means you'll keep your young looks longer." Burt
said this matter-of-factly, no hint of sexual praise of Billy's
good looks.
  "Thirsty for my stringy jizz, baby?" Slick whispered in
Billy's ear.
  Billy nodded eagerly, looking around. "We gonna do it?"
  "We'll see," Slick grinned, leaving it hanging. He reached
back and slipped his finger up inside Billy's shorts, goosing
his butthole. He took that finger and tweaked Billy's nose,
letting him smell himself.
  Nobody saw him do that...except Emyline. She was sitting in
a lounge chair taking in everything. Being alone with 5 cocks
and 10 balls had her pussy twitching. She loved Burt and the
great fucks he threw her, but his kid was something else. Slick
was so devious...so incredibly sexual for 16...so intimidating.
She'd been around the block a few times but she'd never ran
across anyone with balls like him! Oh, in reality they were
impressive enough, but figuratively Slick had the biggest balls
of any guy she'd ever known. He treated his father with respect
one minute...and like dirt the next. And Burt took it...as if
unable to resist. Emyline didn't mind as long as she was
included!
  Now she wondered what effect he had on others...like Billy.
Even though he was older, he seemed to be attached to Slick.
Sexually? Hmmm, that might be interesting. Mr. Williams didn't
seem aware of it.
  Slick and Billy strode over to the edge of the pool,
watching Phil and Dave splash around.
  "Take your clothes off and hop in, Billy," he turned to him.
  "Uh, I don't have any underwear on!" Billy said.
  "So? Go ahead." The look he gave Billy allowed no protest.
After a short, quick glance at Emyline, the blushing boy
complied. Standing on the deck...naked...he started to get an
erection! Before it became a full-fledged boner, Slick grinned
and pushed him in! He laughed and went back to the barbecue.
  Coming up behind them, feeling refreshed by the coolness,
Billy put a hand each on Dave's and Phil's jockey-clad butts
and squeezed.
  "Bill, knock it off!" Phil hissed, even though the action
was all under water and unseen. "What's he up to, anyway?''
  "I dunno. But you guys know Slick. There's gonna be sex!"
  "Yeah," Dave sighed, "and humiliation, unless I miss my
guess."
  "COME AND GET IT!" Burt yelled.
  Billy hopped out. The cold water had deflated his cock
sufficiently, and his discomfort had turned into a swaggering
pride. He knew his naked, dripping body was by far the best
conditioned. Even Slick was no match. Maybe he oozed more raw
sexuality--he certainly did in Billy's mind--but the boy knew
he had the beauty and no reason at all to be embarrassed at
being nude.
  Phil and Dave had no reason for it, but they were quite
embarrassed climbing from the pool. The wet shorts clung to
their crotches, leaving their swollen cocks and balls clearly
outlined. At least they were covered. What the hell, they
weren't prudes. And the dip was cooling. Billy was the one that
was naked, but all eyes were on them. Something more sensuous
about what was hidden within the wet material.
  "Hamburgers and Footlong Hot Dogs," Burt gushed, pointing to
where Slick--prongs in hand--was ready to fill their buns. They
each made their choices and went to the table for condiments.
  "Weenie for you, Dad?" Slick chuckled in double meaning.
  "Umm, s-sure," Burt stammered, catching his drift. "Love the
dogs!"
  Slick grabbed a hot dog in his prongs. "Naw, don't get up,
Dad. I'll bring it over. Just open up your buns and I'll slide
it in!"
  With a little nervous glance, Burt held out his hot dog bun
as Slick oozed it onto the bread. He quickly regained his
composure and humor, ignoring the jibe, figuring nobody but
Emyline would catch it anyway. But Slick didn't let up just
yet.
  "Uh, creamy white globs of mayo on that, Pop? Or something
more tangy with a little bite?" he smirked.
  "Mustard's fine, Slick. I'll get it."
  "Sure, Pop. You know best how to fix a big weiner!"
  "S-so," Burt quickly changed the subject, "you, uh, fellas
had a camping trip recently, hunh? Emyline and I enjoy horse-
back riding."
  "We like to get away from the city once in a while.
Unfortunately, our wives don't care much for it, though," Phil
said.
  "Yeah, but you guys dig 'men stuff'...doncha?" Slick
sniggered.
  Phil glared at him. "Yes. We do enjoy going stag on
occasion."
  "So does Burt," Emyline chuckled, unable to resist following
Slick's lead, "whenever I let him out of my clutches!"
  Burt, Emyline and Dave sat on one side of the picnic table,
while Phil, Billy and Slick sat across from them while they
ate. Phil looked down and saw Slick slide his pecker out from
his shorts and reach over and pull Billy's hand onto it. Phil
smirked to himself and didn't call attention to it. He kept
eating his hamburger and sneaking glances to see Billy happily
stroking the stiff cock with a big grin on his face while he
ate his hot dog.
  "I see you like wienies, too, Billy!" Slick chuckled.
  "Oh, I love 'em!" Billy gushed. "Especially these big ones!"
  "How about you, Phil? Got enough meat between your buns?!"
  "Stop being so crass, son," Burt said without much
authority, "you don't want to embarrass our guests."
  "We're used to it," Phil shrugged. "We spent a weekend,
remember?"
  "Oh, right. He's a pistol, isn't he?" Burt grinned.
  "Burt, you know how to fire up some great burgers," Dave
remarked.
  When they'd finished eating, Slick stuffed his prick away
and handed his dad a napkin. "Here, you oughta wipe that
mustard off." Then he slid off the bench and turned around,
leaned against the wall, and bent his jockey'd butt over in
front of his father's face and wiggled it. Then he spoke,
dropping his shorts as he did. "Suck my asshole, Pop! I
promised the guys I'd show 'em how you do it."
  "SLICK! Uh, hey...what...what the hell are you doin'?!"
Burt was beside himself. Emyline nearly choked on her potato
chips and Dave and Phil let out a sigh, figuring it would come
to this. Instead of hauling off and smacking the kid onto the
ground, though, Burt waved his hand back there as if hiding the
kid's exposed asshole.
  "S-Slick, come on. Stop that now! You're being too...DAMMIT,
PULL YOUR FUCKIN' PANTS UP!" Emyline had her hand over her
mouth, aghast at what was happening. "Lick it, Pop. You know
you love tastin' my shithole. EAT ME OUT!"
  "G-guys...I'm real s-sorry about this..." Burt stammered. He
seemed extremely apologetic about the way Slick was acting, but
actually he was apologizing ahead of time for his own actions.
It was true. Burt couldn't resist his son's bottom. He knelt on
the cement patio and put his face into the smooth crevice,
rubbing his nose over Slick's anus and smelling his enticing
aroma. Network television could be in that backyard, and Burt
would still get down there and rim away!
  "My, this is...certainly a surprise!" Emyline gushed.
  "Knock it off, bitch," Slick turned, "you lick it too. Why
don't you grab some cock and pass around some of your great
blowjobs for dessert? You know your pussy's dripping. It's
always dripping!"
  "Well...I..." She looked over at Dave and winked, dropping
her hand into his lap. He leaned back and gave her free access.
  Burt's loud slurping noises were turning everyone on. He
laved the kid's hole, avidly licking and sucking it. There was
no doubt that Slick had his father at his total mercy. The man
craved his asshole!
  "C-can't help it," the man blubbered, "making a spectacle of
myself, I know...but mmmm, it's so fuckin' delicious!"
  "Sure is!" Billy blurted. "I lick it all the time, too. But
we thought he was kidding when he said you always suck his ass
and blow him! Think I'll blow him now...okay, Slick?"
  "Yeah, take a few licks," Slick said, urging Billy down
under him. While Billy sucked the cock, Burt pulled Slick's
balls back and started to lick them. Emyline went down on Dave.
Phil just gulped, watching.
  Suddenly, Slick straighted up. "Take your pants off, Dad.
Billy wants to blow you." It was an order...to both of them.
  "But..." Billy gulped, following Slick's finger motioning
for him to strip again. Burt glanced at Emyline with her mouth
full of cock. It was hard to tell which one he was envious of.
Her sucking that juicy big cock, or Dave receiving her great
sucking action.
  But it was only a momentary thought...he had enough before
him. "Is...is this okay with you guys?" He looked at Phil. Phil
shrugged.
  "Don't sweat it, Pop. You know who calls the shots around
here. Billy's my blowboy, and Phil's a fag. Hey, Phil, why
don't you come around and fuck my dad? Shove your big cock up
his ass and plow him! Show him your tush, Pop. Phil likes to
lick shitholes, he'll lick it for you first, won't you, Phil?
Yeah...Phil might even lick my turd some day. Billy's gonna.
Hell, you'd lick my turd, wouldn't you Pop?"
  "Slick! Don't be so..." he looked down as Billy's grabbed
his prick and put his mouth over the knob, "aaah, so damned
nasty!"
  "Might as well take those jockeys off, Phil. Gonna rip 'em
with that big boner you got! Play with his ass. You two got a
lot in common, you and my dad. You're both fag cocksuckers
still tryin' to make it straight with cunts."
  Phil was the only one not yet involved. True enough, his
prick was hard to contain. He sighed in resignation and stepped
out of them. Burt eyed it, licking his lips, as Phil walked
behind him. He reached out and fondled Burt's butt. It was nice
and firm and he was going to enjoy fucking it. That's what
Slick wanted...so that's what would happen. He watched Billy
sucking away, then knelt down behind the man and pulled the
cheeks open. He presumed the guy didn't keep his butthole as
dirty as his son did...and he was right. Still, it had an
exciting aroma. It was a hot day, and the sweat in there mixed
up a nice fragrance. He stuck out his nose and sniffed it
before licking.
  "You didn't answer me, Pop," Slick insisted. "You're
gettin' sucked and rimmed. Why don't you take this opportunity
to tell the guys how you wouldn't mind licking my turd? Go
ahead."
  "Ah, Slick. How'd I ever raise such a filthy kid?"
  "Cause you're such a fruit, Pop. You started blowing me when
I was nine...what'd you expect? Can't suck a kid's poophole all
these years and expect him to turn out an angel...right? NOW
TELL!"
  "Mmm. Su...suppose I would. Ah! Hell, yes! You're always
giving me a shitty ass to lick...sure, I'd lick your dirty
turd!"
  "Yeah, tell 'em more!" Slick encouraged.
  "Mmmm. I sneak in and smell your dirty shorts. I lick your
skid marks off of them! Oh, Billy, you're good! You teach him,
Slick?"
  "Damn betcha! Kid used to blow pricks in the park, but I
taught him how to really suck a guy's cock...and other things.
Now he's a true slave and even licks shitty pricks! Tasted his
own daddy's shit and loved it! He'll probably lick his daddy's
cock when he pulls it out of your raunchy hole. Want me to shit
in your mouth while you get fucked?"
  "NO! Look, Slick, I don't mind admitting I'd do it. But I'm
sure as hell not doing it in public!"
  "Oh, get you! You just said the wrong thing, Daddy Dearest.
You ever want my body again, you'll do it right now. Emyline,
clear the table...if you can take that cock out of your mouth
long enough. Get up on there and let Dave screw you. He throws
a mean fuck...Billy can attest to that! Help Dad up, Phil, and
throw his legs back. Suck his hole some more if you want, then
start ramming his fruity ass!"
  Dazed, but knowing he'd comply with his son's every wish,
Burt layed on the table top. Phil, anxious now, did indeed get
down to lick his ass more. Something about the assholes in this
family. Father and son both had anal lips worth licking. He
glanced over to see that Dave was wasting no time in stuffing a
moaning Emyline's twat. She was looking around, now side-by-
side with her boyfriend, and they were both going to get
fucked! Dave started plowing immediately, holding her legs
back. "Oh, you're hot, lady! Oooh! Lemme suck those tits!"
  "Oh, Dave...your prick's so big! Burt, you gotta let Dave
fuck you some time...he's great!
  "Oh, Emy...the one going up my ass ain't so bad either!"
Burt cried.
  "Enjoy it while you can," Slick chuckled, "it's gonna get
stinky!"
  "Damn, you really gonna do it, Slick?" Billy asked.
  "Right in his fuckin' mouth! We'll let 'em fuck a while.
Suck my ass and loosen me up. Then work my asslips, Billy Boy,
while I squat over his face. Hell, might as well kill two
birds. You get first taste, baby. Lick it while I shit. But
make sure it goes in his mouth, okay?"
  "I'll lick it. Oh, hell yes Slick! In front of Dad and
everybody!"
  "Of course you will, Bill. You were made to lick my shit!
Nicest treat you'll ever get. My old man deserves some of it,
though, so don't lick off all the warm juice before it goes in
his mouth. I'll give you lots more after you find out how great
this one is!"
  Smart alec! Phil thought. But he was cramming into that hot
ass--finding the man taking it easily. He had to control
himself. He knew it was going to be an incredible sight...and
he knew Billy would do it. He only hoped he could see under-
neath well enough to watch his son lick this vulgar kid's
smelly turd.
  When Slick finally got into position, Phil found that prick
staring him right in the face. With a smirk, Slick held it out
for him. Without a word, Phil went down on it while Burt licked
the hanging balls. Billy was back there poking around Slick's
asshole...taking sniffs and licks. There couldn't be anything
to sniff...he'd already licked it clean. But there soon would
be--and Billy was ready!
  "Yeah, fuck my dad and blow me! Your kid's gonna lick my
turd. Does that bother you, Phil? Havin' a shit-lickin' kid?
Bet you'd like to be back there suckin' my turd, hunh? Aw, I'll
let ya some time."
  "Just make sure you stay up high enough so I can see," Phil
said.
  Billy sat on the bench, working and licking Slick's anus. He
was naked now, and his hard prick sprung out in excitement.
They were all naked...all engrossed in something. Slick looked
around in triumph. It had been as easy as he'd figured. It was
time to take a dump. He always knew he could probably shit in
his dad's mouth, but he was glad he'd waited until now. He
loved an audience!
  "Gee, Burt, you really gonna let your own kid take a shit in
your mouth? You really do love him more than me."
  "You always knew that, Emy. I just can't help myself!"
  "Help yourself to this, Pop!" Slick pushed and his anus
opened up. Billy's dick jerked and throbbed at the sight. He
could see the beginning of his lovemaster's turd and it greatly
excited him. It was a bit startling at first. Somehow actually
looking at his turd made Slick seem vulnerable...that he had to
shit like the rest of us. But as the thing came out more,
getting longer and thicker, and the strong smell got more
pungent, Billy understood it represented Slick's absolute
power! Because Billy quickly put his tongue up to those
expanded anal lips and licked around them--tasting the turd!
Immediately, he liked it. And it had nothing to do with his
masochism. Sure, he was licking a guy's turd because he was
ordered to...and he needed to be ordered for his own pleasure.
But this was different. He enjoyed licking and tasting this
turd simply because it was beautiful and tasted good!
  "Hey! Don't forget me," Burt gushed, bobbing his head up. He
was anxious to try that himself.
  "Aim it in his mouth, Billy Boy!" Slick pulled up his cock
and balls and squatted more upright as Burt opened his mouth.
Phil could see it going between his lips, and he could see
Billy in back, sliding his tongue up and down the dark column!
  "Aw, fuck, I'm shittin' a big one!" Slick cried. "Why wait,
Phil? There's plenty there for everybody. Wanna lick it along
with Billy?"
  Phil didn't answer...he didn't know. But when Slick plopped
the last of it out and swung his leg over, Phil saw a tremen-
dously thick turd stuffed in Burt's mouth! He wasn't sucking or
biting it, but simply running his tongue over the end and
tasting it with his eyes closed. It stayed in position because
it was lodged deeply, and because Billy was using his tongue up
and down to steady it...humming obscenely!
  "OH! IT'S SO SICK! FUCK ME, DAVE, FUCK ME!" Emyline cried.
  "You gonna do it?" Dave asked in breathless wonder and
disgust.
  "Go ahead, Phil...lick it!" Slick encouraged, pushing down
on his head a little. "You know you want to. Keep fucking him."
  "AH, JEEZ, IT STINKS!" Phil complained, looking directly at
Billy slurping on the dark thing a few inches away.
  "It tastes good, Dad!" Billy hissed and giggled between
licks.
  "I can't! It's so sticky and slimy!" But the more Phil
stared at the gross thing, the more it intrigued him. He had to
take one lick on that slime just to see what Slick's assjuice
tasted like. He knew if he hesitated, he wouldn't be able to
handle the smell. So he did it quickly. He stuck out his tongue
and took a long swipe on it, finding out what Burt and Billy
already knew. He kept licking!
  "Oh, that's so outrageous! How can anybody be that filthy?!
I thought they'd take a lick then throw up!" Emyline was
startled, but still enjoying her fuck. Then Slick began to
laugh uproariously.
  "Goin' crazy over it, aren't they? I made sure they would.
It's so sticky and slimy because I squirted some chocolate
sauce way up there!"
  "Damn, it's like a fuckin' Hershey bar!" Phil chuckled.
  "Not any more, Dad," Billy corrected. "I think we've licked
it all off by now. But his shit tastes almost as good...maybe
better!"
  "That's my boy!" Slick smirked. "I didn't figure you'd need
the chocolate sauce, and those two aren't stopping either!"
  Dave and Emyline were banging away like crazy. Dave shot a
load up her twitching cunt while they both watched the shit-
lickers.
  Phil had licked down to the marrow, and the stinging
bitterness had his prick jerking and streaming into Burt's
pulsating rectum.
  Slick, having no reason to get shit on his fingers, grabbed
a napkin and lifted the turd from his father's mouth and
wrapped it up.
  "Didja like my poop, you old ass-sucker? Want it without
sauce next time?" Burt gasped for breath and nodded, just as
his cock shot off in Phil's jerking hand.
  "OH, FUCK YES! I'LL TAKE YOUR NATURAL SAUCE ANY TIME,
SON. AAAH!"
  "Time to prick-lick, Billy," the punk slapped him on the
shoulder. "Go around and suck my dad's shit off your dad's
cock!"
  Billy scrambled out and ran around to do just that. He
waited for Phil to draw out his moist, dirty cock, then took it
into his mouth and sucked the smelly shit off of it! It wasn't
in too bad a condition, but he definitely knew what the man's
turd might taste like. Phil pushed it out to him, letting him
suck it. He felt a tinge of regret and disgust, but the thought
didn't last long. His cock hadn't gone down completely.
  "How's my daddy's crap taste? Better than mine? I doubt
that! Suck it up, anyway, my sweet little shiteater!" He lifted
his dad's legs, exposing his dripping asshole with the cream
running out. Then he smiled at Phil. It was a silent invita-
tion, not a demand.
  Phil, having nothing more to lose after licking the kid's
turd for all to see, decided the sight was going to be his last
delve into this sexual filth with these particular partners...
maybe...hopefully. When Billy had finished, Phil knelt and
mashed his face between Burt's cheeks and licked at his
asshole! The lightly-flaked cum was just cooling and he found
it tangy enough to attach his mouth to the gaping anus and suck
out the warm cream from his insides. It was delicious! He knew
it would be...it was his own! When he finally pulled his face
away, Billy got down and kissed his moist lips, tasting the
bittersweet flavor of sex on his father's mouth!
  Slick hadn't come, and he hadn't allowed Billy to come.
Actually, he'd only hoped the boy could hold back from coming.
Amazingly, he had. Soon after, while they all sat naked,
dipping their feet in the water, Slick arranged a special
treat. He and Billy floated on a large rubber raft in the
middle of the pool--69ing! Outside of sucking Phil that time,
this was Slick's first performance as a willing cocksucker.
  Burt and Emyline were both shocked and pleasantly surprised.
They never thought they'd see the day when Slick put a cock in
his mouth. They didn't know about Phil in the woods. The boy
didn't even bother to bluster and crow about doing it simply
because HE wanted to. He sucked off Billy and drank his cum
just as tenderly and energetically as his slaveboy was doing
to him!
  "I don't think we should do this any more, but I'd sure like
to blow you one more time, Dave." Phil slipped into the water
between Dave's legs while Billy and Slick were floating around
catching their breaths.
  "Sure, buddy. I'm a happily married man and I gotta stop
this crap, too. I still can't believe I rimmed and fucked
Billy. That he sucked me and I sucked him off! You wanna lick
my ass first? Might not get that action any more."
  "You bet!" Dave raised up out of the pool and Phil started
to tongue his asshole. It was public and it was energetic and
they made no bones about it. Sighing in pleasure, Dave decided
he wanted to feel that tongue up his rear a while longer if it
was going to be the last time. He flipped onto his back on the
deck and scooted his ass up to the edge so Phil could get his
tongue as deep up his shitter as he pos-sibly could. Phil was
doing just that when...
  Suddenly, a body had crawled right up next to them from out
of the bushes. Emyline didn't know who in the hell it was.
  Slick was getting the chocolate licked from his ass and he
noticed. He smiled, recognizing the newcomer's face.
  Dave was holding his legs back. He turned his head and
sighed in total defeat as his ankles were taken into the
newcomer's hands. He wasn't able to move...just cry out.
  "TOMMY! Wha...what are you doing here?!!"
  "Helping out, Dad. So you can get your asshole sucked real
good by my best friend's dad!"
  Phil finally heard this and pulled away, splashing. "TOMMY!"
  "TOMMY?" Billy cried.
  "Ah, the missing link!" Slick laughed. "Glad you could make
it!" Everybody disengaged.
  Dave was livid. "Slick, you arranged this?!"
  "Well, I had Billy mention to him that we were having a
barbecue. Tommy said he had things to do...so I figured he
wouldn't show up."
  "I came in the back gate about the time you were playing
toilet games!" Tommy cried, smirking. "I just stayed in the
bushes and watched. JEEZ! What a bunch of horny bastards you
are! And you, Dad! What's THIS all about?"
  "Uh, don't blame your dad, Tommy. I'm most to blame for
this," Phil tried to explain. "I'm...I'm as gay as Billy is,
but your dad is very straight...believe me...uh, no matter what
you heard back there!"
  "Yeah, I heard what you just said, Dad. Real straight!
Fucked, sucked and rimmed Billy! Mr. Williams sucks you and
licks out your asshole all the time! HOLY SHIT!"
  "Now...watch your mouth, fella," Dave blurted nervously,
trying to hide his nudity but still unable to move as his son
held his legs back and stared down into his face. "I mean...aw
hell!"
  "Are you a fag, Dad? Stop squirming! Go ahead, Mr. Williams.
He obviously wanted this...you'd might as well continue while
we talk."
  "Tommy..."
  "Are you? You did all those things...and this. Are you just
a horny guy or are you queer?"
  "I'm not gay, Tom...really, I'm not! These guys just...got
me into all this. You're a fella. You know when you say a prick
has no conscience, right? I mean, look down there. See what my
best buddy is doing to me?! I can't resist that shit!"
  "Yeah, looks like Mr. Williams can't resist your shit
either. He's really licking your asshole out. How's my dad
taste, Mr. Williams?"
  "Fuckin' great! How's Billy's cum taste, Tommy?"
  "Oh, you know about that, hunh? Why'd you tell 'em, Billy?!
You little shitlicker!"
  "Son," Dave looked up, "this is no time for name calling.
Your outrage won't stand up as long as your pecker's standing
up like that!" Sure enough, Tommy's prick was about to burst
through his shorts.
  "Y-you don't care that I've sucked Billy's cock?"
  "Naw. Billy's got a great cock. I'm not gay...but I enjoyed
blowing him...and everything else I did. Slick forced us all
into...uh, most of it. Most kids try it, and I'm not one to get
upset just cause you've done it lots of times. I guess I can
understand if a guy prefers to do it that way. Are you gay,
Tom?"
  "I dunno, Dad. I do like it a lot. What's this about Slick
forcing you? Who's Slick? And who's this guy that digs shit in
his mouth?! Jeez, man," he looked at Burt, "how could you do
such a thing?!
  "Hey, Tommy!" Billy yelled, brazenly stroking Slick's hard,
upraised cock. "Take your shorts off and swim out here. Come
see what I got for us to play with!" Slick layed there looking
at Tommy with a big grin.
  Tom's eyes blazed. His prick was ready to pop out of his
pants and he knew nothing was going to make it go down but a
hot sexual release. He didn't have his dad seeing him to worry
about, apparently, and he wondered what Billy had in mind. The
younger kid he was jacking off sure looked dangerous...
dangerously sexy! He wasn't so sure he wanted to get involved
with a guy that would demandingly take a shit in his own
father's mouth...and he couldn't fathom seeing Billy lick on
that guy's turd...but he trusted his best friend. Billy had
introduced him to the best of nasty, sexy pleasures...so
far...and even though he'd just witnessed the filthiest acts
possible, he got up and yanked his shorts off. He jumped into
the water and swam out to the rubber raft.
  Emyline, taking it all in, calmly rushed over and settled
her twat over Dave's face. She took over the duty of holding
the man's legs back. Dave, luxuriating in the tongue working up
his ass, over his bloated balls, and up and down his stiff
ramrod...was too hot to do anything but lick out that dripping
cunt. Tom could take care of himself--and anybody else he
wanted to take care of!
  "Uh, hi," Tommy nearly whispered.
  "Hi. Those guys are really going at it over there, hunh?
Guess they ain't so old they can't get into it, right? Look
what I got. This is Slick...he's my master!"
  "Master?! What kind of crap is that? He's just a punk kid!"
  Slick wasn't insulted...he just smiled. He wanted Tommy.
  "Yeah, but he's great! He's real dirty, Tommy. He'll make ya
do things so nasty your balls'll bust! That's why I licked his
turd...cause he told me to."
  "I ain't gonna lick his turd!" Tommy blurted.
  "You don't hafta...I'm his slave. I gotta lick your turd if
he says so. But you just do what you want. He's got a great
cock to suck, see? And lickin' his asshole is fantastic! You
like doin' that, doncha? You only tried it once, but you liked
it, didn't you?"
  "Well, yeah...I guess...but..."
  "You don't hafta if you don't want. It's clean now...but
jeez, he always keeps it dirty...just for me!" Billy looked at
Slick with great admiration in his eyes. "I like to taste his
shit! Come on, climb up. Let's give him a double blowjob!
You'll love his cockjuice. You always said mine tasted good...
wait'll you taste his!
  Tommy listened to all this...unable to take his eyes from
Slick's throbbing cock. The other guys balanced the raft while
he climbed onto it. Nervous, he knelt there and put his face
between Slick's legs.
  Slick opened them as much as he could, excited to see the
pretty boy ready to go down on him. Hell, two slaves were
better than one any day! Tommy might take more time than Billy
did, but he could do it. Besides, since they were such good
suck buddies he could get them to put on hot shows for him. He
even giggled to himself that Billy had slipped about being made
to lick Tom's turd. He loved that little creep. The kid sure
knew how to make nasty suggestions and still leave him in
command! Yes. Two slaves would be quite workable. Three if he
included his dad. Four, five and six if he got Phil, Dave and
Emyline in the right moods! First off, however, was to get
Tommy to idolize his prick as much as Billy.
  "Settle back, baby. Let's watch your pretty boyfriend give
me a blowjob. Hell, maybe he'll suck you off too...if I let
him."
  "Hey, I don't need your permission to blow Billy!"
  "Maybe not. But you need my permission for Billy to let you.
You also need my permission to blow me. But since you got a
good grip there and your lips are salivating...go ahead. Blow
me, cocksucker!" Startled, Tommy still didn't let loose. He
looked at Billy instead.
  Billy winked. "Go ahead, cocksucker...BLOW HIM!"
  Slick grabbed Billy around the neck and rested his head on
his shoulder. Tommy was too hot to resist. He looked at the fat
cock knob at the end of the thick shaft he was holding. He
couldn't remember anything ever looking so suckable! He had
permission. Permission. Permission. That thought ran a chill up
his backbone. He'd only blown Billy, but mutual pleasure had
always been the goal. He opened his mouth. It was strange going
down on a guy while having an audience...even if it was only
the punk and Billy. But that prick was irrisistible! Besides--
he noticed taking a quick glance beforehand--their fathers were
much too involved to see him, and that lady had her eyes closed
while his dad ate out her pussy. That left only Slick's dad
...and he was beating his meat while watching him. Fuck him! He
sure wasn't gonna be embarrassed at sucking a guy's prick in
front of his turd-licking father!
  Phil was blowing Dave now. If it was going to be the last
time, they both intended for it to last a long time. Phil
licked the shaft, sucked the balls, and kept dipping down for
another taste of his asshole. Dave loved pussyjuice and he
sucked madly at Emyline's hot gash. He knew what his son was
doing...and he really wanted to watch it...but he somehow
figured he'd get to some other time. Even if he had to ask to.
  "Mmmm," Slick moaned as Tommy went down on him. It wasn't
that the guy was such a great cockworker...it was who he was
and who he was doing it in front of! Even if straight guy
wasn't watching, Slick was sure he was well aware that Tommy
had his mouth on his big prick. To make sure, he started to
voice his pleasure.
  "AW, BLOW THAT BIG PRICK, TOMMY! MAN, YOU REALLY
LIKE SUCKING ON BIG COCKS, DONCHA? YOU OUTTA BLOW
BILLY'S DAD SOME TIME! BETCHUR FATHER WOULD LIKE TO
SEE THAT! HELL, MAYBE HE'D SUCK YOU OFF!"
  Tommy was unperturbed. Though the things he was suggesting
were outrageous and forbidden...they excited him. He loved
Billy's cock, but this one was fantastic! His mouth and lips
just seemed to glide over the knob and up and down the shaft
like a perfect fit. He had his eyes closed, but when Slick
suddenly stopped making lewd suggestions, he went all the way
down and looked up.
  Slick had turned. He had Billy's face in his hands and they
were having a big, sloppy kiss!
  Fuckin' turd-licking little faggot! Slick thought. Billy'd
sucked shit off his own father's cock! And that face. Those
cocksucking lips. He was the master and he wanted a kiss. He
probed Billy's willing mouth and sucked the spit out! He sucked
on Billy's hard tongue just like he was giving him a blowjob.
Suckin' his tongue off!
  Billy was light-headed. His best friend was blowing his
idol...getting a good taste of that luscious cock. And now...
now...Slick was letting him kiss him! After everything else,
Slick had expected that Billy's mouth would smell and taste
like a mule's asshole. But it was the sweetest taste in the
world. Fresh, hot, and oh so wet! He used his lips to suck out
Billy's tongue, too, and he nearly pulled it out!
  After several minutes of this, they both had sore tongues.
They'd probed so deeply, sucked so hard, traded gallons of
spit. Billy was just amazed at how tender Slick could be. He
was caressing his hair, his neck...he even nibbled at his ears!
A word swirled around in the hot air. A word he couldn't quite
be sure he'd heard. A word seemingly coming from Slick's mouth,
but surely just his imagination. Love? Nah!
  Love. It just skipped out. Maybe he didn't hear. Just in
case, Slick quickly changed the atmosphere.
  "Mushy queer, knock it off! How ya doin' down there,
pricklick? Say, do you lick shitholes? Dig down between my
legs. Got a hot asshole down there you can lick off. Wanna suck
my ass?"
  "Go ahead, Tommy," Billy gushed breathlessly, trying to
regain his composure after that wonderful kiss. "Suck his sweet
ass." Then he turned his face to Slick and gave him goo-goo
eyes. "You really do have a sweet ass...Master!" he whispered.
Their lips were nearly touching.
  Slick nearly came seeing the admiration in the guy's face.
But he had to maintain his roughness and command. "Yeah? Want
me to push a big stinky turd into your mouth sometime and let
ya suck on it?"
  Billy had just a slight, crestfallen moment. But he knew
Slick now. He knew what that kiss meant. Slick loved him! In
breathless, staccato gasps, he ran his tongue around Slick's
lips and agreed.
  "Yes, yes! Oh, yes I'd suck on your smelly turd, Slick! Do
it in my mouth next time! I even like your stinky toes. I'm
your suckass slaveboy, Slick. And you can kiss me any time you
want, Master. Make me suck your tongue!"
  Anxious for another meeting like the last one, Slick nodded
and stuck out his tongue. He mashed his lips onto Billy's and
probed into his faggy slave's mouth...giving him spit and
licking around inside and over his sparkling teeth.
  A crazy thought passed through his mind about being Billy's
toothbrush! His slave! His slave! Slave! He was a slave! He was
going to play his sex games...play hard...play nasty...but time
was going on and Slick was losing his delusions. His strength
and power were slipping away. If only he could hold on! Nope.
Billy just made a frantic slurping movement over his mouth...
and Slick was gone. The changeover had happened...as he'd
feared...in a split second...and he craved it! Billy was the
master! He was the slave! He was scared and shaking. He wanted
to take Billy's naked body and devour it! He wanted to chew his
cock and swallow his balls. He'd never even licked his asshole,
and now he wanted to chew it off and eat his rectum! Oh, how
long? How long would it be before he capitulated totally and
felt overwhelming desires to service this slave inside and out?
He even pictured Billy's turd in his mouth! Long, luscious,
sweet and suckable!
  His mind was in complete turmoil. But he didn't break the
kiss. He knew better. He'd work it out. He felt like he'd just
had an influx of real truth...real spiritual knowledge. He knew
exactly what Billy was feeling, and he had to use it to his own
advantage. And...figure out a way to get what he wanted while
still being master.
  There was no other way. Oh, God, he loved this boy! This
older boy that seemed so much younger under his power. Nothing
else matter but to keep this guy happy. And the only way was to
hide. Sure, he knew now that Billy was aware of his vulner-
ability. Hell, maybe the guy even knew he could turn the tables
in an instant. Slick nearly swooned at that thought! He'd do
it. But he was smart enough to realize that if he did...he'd
lose Billy. Real, false, truth or game...he had to maintain his
dominance. Billy was a natural suck boy...a suckass boy...a
suck shit from Slick's ass boy. Billy would love him as long as
he remained in control. And now that he knew those feelings, it
would be easier.
  He pulled his mouth away and gave Billy a surly look. "You
even dig my bad breath, doncha?"
  Billy nodded, trying to hold back a grin. He'd felt the
electricity that had been running through Slick's body. The kid
had been sucking on his mouth so passionately that the feelings
were almost being transferred from one being to another. Okay,
so maybe he wasn't quite sure. But something was happening. Oh,
he loved sucking this boy's mouth. And he knew Slick was
feeling the same. He only hoped that words of love and tender-
ness didn't start flowing out of there. It was enough to know
that they existed. He didn't want to hear them...just feel
them.
  He wanted dirt! He wanted filth! He wanted commands! He
wanted to be under this boy's total dominance! Love me, Slick!
Love me! But shit on me literally, too. DON'T STOP BEING MY
MASTER!
  Slick looked away and blew a hot wad into Tommy's sucking
mouth. Tom slurped it down like the sweet drink it was.
  Raising to his knees, Slick ordered Billy to suck his
friend.  As Tom quickly straddled his chest, Billy gladly held
out his arms and took the familiar prick into his mouth. Slick
ran his hands over Tommy's butt and watched the blowjob. He
tweaked Tommy's asshole and stuck his finger a little ways
inside. Tommy gasped. He gasped more when Slick pulled it out
and rubbed it under Billy's nose.
  "Bet you'd like to eat out that hot hole, wouldn't you
fruitsy!" he hissed at Billy. "Probably already licked shit off
that smelly ass, haven't you? How 'bout it, Tommy? He licked
out your ass before?"
  Tommy reveled in the blowjob. "Yea, yea, yea! He's done
it!" His cock was near to bursting already, and having his
friend's talented lips working on him made him ready to confess
all. "He does it good! I did it, too! But I thought it was
dirty to do that. Ah, jeez! Whew! Suck me, man! S-sorry,
S-Slick...I shoulda licked yours when I had the chance. Oooh,
you guys are making me so HOT!"
  Slick only then realized that Tommy hadn't licked his ass
when it was offered. His lips working that cock had made him
forget it. No, that wasn't it. He was sucking Billy's mouth.
That was what made him forget it. He watched the two buddies go
at it, and sneakily brought his finger up to his nose to smell
Tommy's shithole. Since they were busy, and the others couldn't
see, he sniffed it as much as he wanted!
  He'd smelled that smell before. Traces of shit on an asshole
that had been exposed to the air long enough to obtain an aroma
quite different from plain shit. Erotic. Even his own was like
that. Sure, he'd sneaked sniffs before. He'd sneaked sniffs
from Billy's butt, too. He wasn't any better than these guys.
He just had to control his passions.
  "Damned good, ain't he?" Phil said proudly, watching the
raft.
  "Buddy, only guy I know that sucks better is you. Course I
didn't get a chance to watch my boy in action...but it sure
sounded good."
  Phil put his arm around Dave while Emyline and Burt fondled
each other. "Buddy, I came to you with a problem in camp. I was
afraid my kid was a big cocksucker. Oh, dear. Now we know he
is...I am...you did...and your Tommy licks a prick as good as
anyone here. Are you in shock, Mr. Therapist? Sure knows how to
fuck a mouth, don't he? I hope this doesn't make it hurt more,
but man, I'd sure like to fuck him!"
  "Phil," Dave took a big breath, "that fuckin' kid of mine is
one total fox! Look at that magnificent naked body. Jeez, to
think I made it. Incest ain't new around here, but damn! I told
myself today was the last day for this queer stuff, but..." he
pointed at the middle of the pool, "I'd suck, fuck and rim that
pretty kid over there!"
  "Dave, I respect your intentions, and reasons, for calling
this off personally. But if you ever change your mind...or have
a weak moment of horniness where you wanna get it on with your
kid...please call me so we can do it together, okay? You, me,
Billy and Tom. Boys suckin' their dad...fathers blowin' their
own kids. Then a hot mix 'n match! Oooh, I could suck off Tommy
til his toes curl!"
  "Yeah, well, it's all too weird, Phil. Look at that! He's
tryin' to hide it, but Slick's got his face down kissing Tommy
on the buns!"
  "Next step to sucking assholes!" Burt interrupted with a
grin.
  "You're a pip, man," Dave said.
  "Yes...that I am," Burt sighed. "They say some females eat
their young. I probably should have devoured the boy when he
was born. God knows I've been trying to ever since! What a
prick he is...on the outside. Don't worry, Phil. I've known
that boy a few years longer than you have. I see what's
happened. Your son Billy could never make a better connection
in his life. My son won't ever hurt him. Man, look at that.
He's gonna love him more than anybody ever could! Dirty little
punk has an itch on his heart...and Billy's the only one that
can scratch it. He ain't gonna mess that up for nothing. Long
as he can keep Billy in control, that is."
  "Control? You mean he's gotta beat the shit out him just to
show how much he loves him?"
  "Don't be silly. Outside of pulling a head onto his prick or
into his asscrack, Slick's incapable of violence. If he can't
force someone with his voice, he moves on. I once had a guy
over, before I met Emy. We were getting it on and Slick walked
in. He got this big smug attitude and tried to browbeat the guy
into giving him head by calling him cocksucker this and
cocksucker that. I nearly had to tear the guy off of him before
he split Slick's asshole apart! Quick as a flash, he got him
stripped, bent over, and he was ready to plow his virgin hole.
Soon as I pulled the guy off, Slick make a beeline out the
front door! I didn't see him til morning. Comparing physical
strength, Slick could have wiped the floor up with the guy.
Just not in his nature."
  Dave laughed. "You telling me that foul-mouthed little prick
of a son of yours is really a pussy cat?"
  "Pussy cat, but no pussy. Misses his mom is what it is. He's
got so much love boiling up inside he's gonna explode! Why the
hell do you think I've let him abuse me all these years? He
wanted to love his Daddy, but he was too angry about his Mom
going away. Poor kid was so confused...and I was feeling so
guilty...that I started to suck his prick to give him pleasure.
I encouraged him so much to take his anger out on me, that he
still hasn't gotten over playing that role. Maybe he never
will. But he knows, now. Billy taught him, I think."
  "Wha...whadda you mean?"
  "Well, what better way to convince your dad that you don't
need him for that any more? That you're finally able, and have
fallen in love with someone else? Show him. Put on a big, proud
display by taking a big, public shit in your father's mouth,
then swim off to suck off the guy you really love!"
  "But...he made Billy lick his turd! That's love?!" Phil
gasped.
  "Billy's Billy, Phil. It wasn't malicious. Slick knows just
how to treat Billy to gain his love. I thought you understood
that. He played me like a violin. We both know he hasn't really
abused me all these years. Hell, I sucked his turd! I don't
suck turds. But I'll suck his!"
  "WEIRD!" Phil cried.
  "If Billy was gonna go over the edge...if he was about to
embark on the best thing for him and you were able to destroy
that...would you let Billy shit in your mouth instead?"
  "Gotcha, Burt. He's my kid. I'd eat a ton of it for his
happiness."
  "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Dave chuckled.
  "Oh, get serious, Dave."
  "Okay, putting it that way...guess I would, too," Dave
admitted. "But I'm sure glad Tommy doesn't have that need.
Damn, am I glad!"
  "Well..." Emyline started, a little drunk after all this,
"makes some sense I guess...but why don't somebody wanna lick
my poop?"
  "Too common, dear," Burt suggested. "See, licking ladies'
poop is just a perversion...unless she's got a whip in her hand
or something. But for a guy to lick another guy's turd...that's
dirty! That's a total sense of subjugation. That's what the
word 'loveslave' was meant for!" Suddenly, three faces appeared
at the surface of the water.
  "Tommy wants to get fucked!" Billy announced. His friend
blushed.
  "Uh, well, I guess that's his...choice!" Dave gulped.
  "Yeah," Billy continued, "but Dad's the only one that's got
a boner left! Tommy wants you to fuck him, Dad!"
  Phil looked at Dave. Dave gasped, inadvertently looking down
at his own deflated pecker. Something he wished he could do
with it? "Tom? Uh, I need to hear it from you. You want Phil to
fuck you?"
  "Well, would you care? I mean...you gonna look down on me?"
  "Look...son...words don't get minced around here. You ever
had a prick up your ass?"
  "N-no...but I wanna!"
  Dave couldn't help grinning. "Shit!" He waved his hands
wildly. "You're a cocksucker, son! You're gonna suck cocks for
the rest of your life, I suppose. You still got a virgin
butthole, I presume, and I'd be absolutely fuckin' honored to
see you get your cherry busted!"
  "Dad? You...you serious?"
  "Yep," he leaned down to his son's face at the edge of the
pool and half-whispered. "This is still pretty much crazy stuff
to me, Tom. But if you got an itch up your butt like the one
Billy had when I fucked him...go for it, kiddo! I never made a
woman squeal...even your mom...like Billy did. I'm keeping my
butthole intact, but if it feels that good, son, throw it up
for a man! If you're gonna please 'em with your mouth...please
'em with your ass. I don't think it's sissy, Tom, but I'd sure
like to see you plug a guy, too. See ya fuck a guy like a man.
In fact, maybe not today, but I'd sure like to see you fuck
Billy!"
  "That only happens if I say so," Slick reminded him with a
scowl.
  Dave looked over at him, playing his game to the hilt. "I
know that, Slick. Listen, you kinda owe me...just a little.
I followed your rules and did things I never thought I would.
I could have beaten your head to a pulp, but even as a straight
guy I gotta admit you're one sexy dude. You roped Tommy into
finding me like this, and I don't hold that against you. My son
wants to get fucked. We'll all dig seeing that, right? But he
needs to know what it's like to do it, too. Billy's his best
friend. You wouldn't deny him that pleasure, would you? Bill's
your slave. Order him to throw his ass up for his buddy. Get
your face back there and get off on watching how your slave
takes prick up the ass. You got nothing to lose. Tommy's cock
is no match for yours. Hell, he'll only warm Billy up for that
big hose of yours! You can fuck him while Billy sucks Tommy's
cock clean! We already know Billy'll lick his own shit off a
cock, right? That oughta turn you on real good!"
  "Ha, ha ha! Whew! Smooth stuff, straight guy psychologist.
Think you really got my balls in your head, hunh? Workin' 'em
around in your little brain...feeling the jizz pulsing in them
...knowing just how they wanna get off?"
  He paused and wiped the water from his face.
  "You got some good points there, though. I knew you weren't
dumb when I saw you put your mouth on Billy's asshole. Okay,
sure, I could dig seein' that. Both of 'em. Get me a good show
up close seein' those fucks. Guess you're gonna have your puss
down there next to me, hunh? Takin' in all the sights and
smells of Tommy fucking and getting fucked? Yeah. I like you,
straight guy. Hell, I'd blow you if I was a cocksucker!" He got
a big grin on his face. "Oops, guess I already did some of
that, hunh? Sucked off my fag slave...and his dad! Do I look
good suckin' a prick?"
  "You're the boss, Slick," Dave smiled. "and I guess you can
blow me if you want. I'll hate it, of course," he chuckled,
"but if my hot cockjuice happens to slither down your throat
while you suck me off...well, I guess that's just the way you
want it. Right?"
  "OH, FUCK! MAN, THAT WAS SO SMOOTH! You tryin'
reverse psychology on me?" Slick grinned and licked his lips
salaciously. "Tell ya what. Everything's a go...as long as you
agree to suck your son's cock after he pulls it out of my
slave's asshole!" he added.
  "DAMN YOU! DAMN DAMN DAMN YOU!" Dave cried, defeated.
  Slick laughed. "Yeah, right. Eat a ton of it to make him
happy? I heard that. Was that you that said it?"
  "No. Listen, I'm already caught in a precarious position
with my son. That's absolutely too filthy for me to do...to my
son!"
  "Oh, so you might if it was somebody else?"
  "NO! NO!! I meant...goddammit, I've never done anything like
that!"
  "Dad, Dad, don't get so upset!" Tommy stroked his leg. "We
don't hafta do anything. I got...something at home I use. I
just wanted to feel a real one."
  "Wow, you even got a dildo? Don't you worry, Tom," Dave was
adamant --and a little crazed--"you're gonna get your ass
plugged good today...even if I hafta do it myself! Uh...I mean
...jeez, I just keep getting in deeper!" He buried his head in
his hands.
  Phil stroked Tommy's head. "Your old man's worried about his
strong feelings for you. Me and Billy did incestuous things...
your dad can't handle that. You got an itchy butt, I got a hard
cock. Come on up here, Tommy. Every time you came around the
house I got a big boner for you, boy. Sometimes I had to go
jack off. Lemme suck your ass loose an' fuck ya!"
  "Mr. Williams! Gee, I always thought...wow, fuck me, okay?
Damn, I want a cock up my ass so bad! I never pretended. I just
never told anybody I sucked cock...'cept for Billy, of course.
I don't know if I'm queer...I wanna get fucked so I can find
out. I wanna be queer."
  "Now there's a real case for you, Dave," Slick laughed.
  Regaining his composure now that Tommy was climbing out of
the pool, Dave shushed him. "Put your asshole on his mouth,
son. Phil can suck a guy's shithole like nobody else. Yeah,
lemme see you lick his dick while he does it. Fuckin' blowboy
...my kid! Suck that big thing, you beautiful cock-lover! Lemme
see you blow my buddy!"
  Dave watched Tommy suck cock...his own pecker growing hard.
Then he moved back and saw Phil licking the kid's asshole.
  "GAWD, SUCK HIS HOLE! EAT THAT THING OUT LIKE YOU
DO MINE! OOOH, SUCK MY BOY'S ASSHOLE, PHIL!"
  "Hey, man?" Burt asked, now that Dave was kneeling with his
ass up in the air, "you wanna rimjob?"
  Dave kept his eye on the action, but thrust his upraised
bottom back in invitation. "Oh, yeah...somebody suck everything
I got! I'm gonna watch my boy get fucked!"
  Burt spread Dave's butch crack apart, stretching it widely.
It was nice, big, and juicy--no doubt from the rimming action
it had recently received. He stared at it awhile, licking his
lips, then rammed his tongue deeply into the straight man's
shit pit and washed it out.
  "Boy, you really started something, Master," Billy said,
licking into Slick's ear.
  Slick worked his hand under the -water and grabbed the boy's
buns.
  "Yeah, ain't it great? You hot little fuckhole...you want
your buddy to cram his prick up your ass, doncha?"
  "Mmm," Billy reached back and worked Slick's finger up his
ass. "Nobody could ever fuck me like you, Slick. But I think
Tommy's always wanted to do it. You made me cock-hungry...sure,
I'd like his prick up my butt. Wanna see it? I told ya you
could bring around a whole football team to fuck me if you
wanted. I'll suck dirty pricks. I'll lick out old men's
assholes...anything you wanna see me do, Slick, anything!"
  "You filthy boy! Don't get too excited like that. I might
wanna kiss your stinky mouth...and I don't want the smell of
old men's shit in there! And keep your cock clean...just in
case I might have a rare urge to suck on it."
  "Sure, my horny master! Want me to keep my butthole clean,
too?"
  "Why bother? I'm sure not gonna lick it for you...and if I
get any shit on my dick while I fuck you...I'll just let you
clean it off!"
  "Oh, right. I knew that!"
  "Don't gimme that little twinkle, you shitass. I know what
you're thinking. You think I'm gonna put my face up your
cheeks, doncha?"
  "Oh, Slick, I wouldn't dare think of that. It's just that
it's something you might decide you wanted to make me submit
to. I was only wondering what condition you wanted me in...just
in case."
  "Right. Well, I'm never gonna get that urge, shitlick. But
just in case I decide to change my mind...I'll probably want it
heady."
  "Hunh? What's that?"
  "Jeez...college boy. Heady, dummy! Let it stink, stupid!
Maybe I'll do it once every ten years, so keep it that way. I'm
no chickenshit. I get you to lick my smelly ass...if I ever
decide to do it--I'll do it the same way. Look at that. Think
your buddy might..."
  "You really like Tommy, doncha?" Billy whined.
  "Hey, don't you ever feed me that jealous bullshit again!"
he said in anger, hissing into Billy's ear. "Just for that I'm
gonna blow your buddy right over your face sometime! Suck his
prick while you lick his smelly nuts!"
  Billy reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. "Oh, yes,
jam your finger deeper up my asshole, Slick, and tell me how
we'll do it!"
  "I'll suck the jizz outta his balls, then spit it in your
mouth!"
  "You won't make me lick his turd, though, willya?"
  "Grab hold of the ledge. I'm gonna fuck you and think about
that. Tommy's ready to get fucked...see that? You're gonna lick
your Daddy's dirty prick off, aren't you?"
  "Ah! Sure, Slick. I'll suck Tommy's shit right off it. Every
scrap. Fuck me!"
  "Yeaaaah, dirty little fuckin' shit-lickin' cocksucker," he
spoke into Billy's ear while driving his fingers up his ass.
"Suck your daddy's filthy cock and take your buddy's turd in
your mouth."
  Tommy's face was near, and he heard this. But he was too
engrossed in getting his ass sucked--and anxious to get fucked
--to do more than just stare open-mouthed at them.
  With the smell and taste of Tommy's butthole on his lips,
Phil urged Tommy onto his back and slid his wet cock up the
boy's gaping hole. Grabbing his thighs and lifting his butt up,
Tommy gasped in pain and pleasure. He clamped his ass muscles
tightly before loosening them up and letting the man plow him.
  "Oh, Tom...you alright?" Dave asked, concerned and enjoying
the ass-sucking he was getting by Burt.
  "Aw, Dad! This is wonderful! I always wanted a big cock up
my ass. Whew! FUCK ME, MR. WILLIAMS! FUCK THE BEJEZZUS
OUTTA ME!"
  Burt had his long tongue buried up Dave's rectum and was
licking out his insides. His tongue followed when Dave scooted
over to Tommy's face.
  The boy was gasping and moaning. Then he saw his dad's face
up next to his. "Sure this is okay with you, Dad?"
  "Sure, Son, as long as you're enjoying it."
  "Oh, oh, Dad...it's great!" he cried, rapidly stroking his
meat.
  "Enjoy it. But you look uncomfortable. Let me do that for
you, Son." He reached over and took Tommy's cock in his hand
and masturbated him.
  "Oh, Slick!" Billy cried. The punk had three fingers up his
hole and worked it really loose. Billy thought his guts were
gonna fall out until Slick rammed his prick up there. He was
giving him a long, slow, deep fuck while they watched the
others.
  Emyline wasn't left out, either. She was at the end of the
line, tonguing Burt's ass and licking his cock and balls. She
had two hot dogs shoved up her twat and one up her asshole
...all the way!
  Burt pulled Dave's cock back between his legs and sucked on
it while the guy jerked off his son.
  Phil's cock was being soothed, smoothed, and suckered by
Tommy's tight rectum. Like a bunch of tiny tongues, the
throbbing insides were pulsing up and down his shaft and he
warned the delicious, tall youngster that he was going to come
as he speeded up his strokes.
  "Me...me, too...DAD!" Tommy cried.
  Dave made an instant decision...no, it was more of an
impulse. A desire to see that his son got the greatest pleasure
out of his first fuck. "Wait! Blow your load down my throat!"
Dave quickly maneuvered his head into his son's crotch and took
Tommy's cockhead into his mouth. He sucked it with loud, lus-
cious noises. Tommy didn't have any choice. He was surprised
...even shocked...but Phil was banging his prostate and his dad
was sucking too good. He let out a cry that could be heard
three blocks away, and sent a stream of boiling, stringy jizz
down the back of his father's throat!
  Dave felt the tremendous blast bounce off the roof of his
mouth and swallowed it all. He couldn't decide if the taste was
good--but it sure wasn't bad. It didn't matter. What mattered
was that he made Tommy feel good. Getting fucked like this in
front of your own dad deserved something extra, and Dave wanted
him to get the most enjoyment from the fuck his buddy was
giving his son. Okay, so it was crazy. The whole damned day,
and the last few weeks had been crazy. He'd been fucking his
wife two, three times a day...much to her amazement and
delight. His cock was working like it was 18 again. His excite-
ment at doing this was twofold. When that first blast hit his
tastebuds, he emptied his balls in Burt's cocksucking mouth.
Each new stream of Tommy's jizz send one of his own into Burt's
gulping mouth. Neither one of them lost a precious drop.
  Tommy lifted his head from the ground. He was gasping. His
ass was still stuffed with Phil's cock. He turned sideways.
  "Dad, you b-blew me!"
  "Yes," Dave was also breathing heavily, "and don't you ever
let that happen again, young man!" He grinned and tenderly
touched Tom's cheek.
  "HEY!" Slicked yelled. "Pull that butt apart and draw your
prick out just as it is, Phil. Bring it over here and sit on
the deck. Billy will clean it off for ya."
  Phil sighed, but obeyed. "Don't you ever get tired of
treating him like shit?"
  "Stupid! I'm treating him TO shit!" he laughed as Phil
lowered himself to the deck and dropped his feet into the
water. "Hold it up. Hell, it ain't dirty at all. Looks like
your buddy's a real clean fuck, Billyboy. Too bad for you. But
look at all that slimy assjuice covering it along with your
daddy's ball cream." He leaned over Billy's shoulder and
sniffed it. "Yeah, smells good though, don't it? Lick
everything off of there while I pump a load up your ass."
  Everyone watched as Billy slurped up every bit of moisture
from his dad's cock and balls. It was a treat to him. Not just
sucking his dad, but licking Tommy's butt taste. And having
those ten inches driving up his ass sure didn't hinder his
excitement either! His own cock sent swirling jets of sperm
into the water.
  "Gee, Bill...that's hot!" Phil gasped, watching his son.
Even more of a surprise was when Emyline, of all people,
started sucking Phil's cum from Tommy's gaping asshole!
  Their appetites were back after this. Dave ate one of the
hot dogs from Emyline's pussy, and Phil got up and ate out the
other one. She presented her ass to Burt. He didn't even know
she had one up there until it poked its head out. He laughed,
and chewed it as it emerged. With his ass up, he pounded his
cock while he sucked it out. He had his prick aimed toward the
deck. As a lark, Slick held his hand out underneath and caught
his father's hefty load. He pulled it back and looked at it.
With an evil, lusty laugh, he put it to his mouth and noisily
slurped it all down!
  "There, you old fuck!" Slick spat at his father. "You never
gave me a brother...just think how many little brothers I just
sucked up!" He saw them all staring at him. "Fuck you! I'll eat
balljuice, but you'll never see me suck his prick!"
  "Slick, by the time you were seven I knew you had to be an
only child. You were already beating up on the other boys and
making them do nasty things. I saw you in the bushes with your
pants down...forcing other little boys to lick your weinie! One
kid went home crying with piss running down his face. Heaven
knows what you made them do at your rearend!"
  "Well, I'll tell you this, Pop. Yours wasn't the first
tongue up my ass. I used to make a group of boys pick straws to
see who had to lick my butthole. I cheated, of course, until
they all eventually did it. Then I'd climb up on a box and make
them watch me take a shit. Then they'd pick straws again, and
the loser had to get down and sniff it! Back then, even I
thought licking it would be too dirty. But you sure taught me
different in a couple of years!" he sneered.
  "Somebody ought to make you lick a turd!" Dave blurted.
  "Oh yeah, straight guy?" He whirled toward Dave. "And just
whose turd would you pick? Yours? My cocksucking father's?"
  "No," Dave answered calmly, "the one you want."
  "THE ONE I WANT??! You're nuts! I don't wanna lick nobody's
shit!"
  "Of course you do," Dave continued in a light manner. He was
smiling but definitely trying to intimidate the boy. "Sounds
like you've been a filthy little boy almost since birth. Nobody
else thought of those dirty games at seven. Even your dad, as
much as he licked your grimy asshole, never asked for a turd
...as I understand. You've been showing guys how you shit...
showing them your pretty little turds...trying to convince them
that smelling them is fun and tasting them would be even better
...and all that time it was you that was interested in doing
the dirty deed!"
  "You're so full of shit!" Slick sniggered.
  "See? Even when you're mad, the word 'shit' is prominent.
The first thing you think about." Dave was pointed, but not
abusive or trying to be scathing in his remarks. "Are you
willing to answer a question that demands a reply? A purely
speculative question?"
  "Wha...whadda you mean speculative?"
  "Hypothetical. Like, if red or green had to be your favorite
color, which one would it be?"'
  "You think I'm chicken? Ask me...I'll answer." Slick sneered
again.
  "Okay. But if blue is your answer, you still have to pick
red or green, see? Ready?"
  "This is dumb, but go ahead."
  "Alright. Suppose someone here must take a shit in your
mouth and you have the choice as to who it will be. Who do you
choose?"
  "NOBODY!" Slick cried, aggitated.
  "No fair. Just a game, remember? Won't happen, but you have
to pick someone."
  "Oh, I getcha. Dumb question, since I'm not gonna do it,
but..." he looked around as if studying everyone, including
Emyline.
  "Come on," Dave rushed him, "a quick answer!"
  "Oh, alright...uh..." his face screwed up in displeasure and
annoyance as he repeatedly scanned all present with the excep-
tion of one particular person...but the expected response was
quickly forthcoming. "BILLY! I...I guess...but only cause it
had to be someone."
  Dave grinned and kept silent. The others did the same. They
all caught on to what Dave had been saying. It made sense. And
Slick wasn't so dumb that he didn't realize what he'd admitted.
  "Hey, I j-just said that because..." he turned and looked at
Billy. "You know. You're my fuckin' blowboy! I don't wanna..."
  Billy kept a blank expression and gulped quietly. Billy was
intelligent enough to analyze his own desires and feelings, and
knew they weren't all that removed from Slick's. Just the other
side of the coin. And coins could be easily flipped! Beneath
the water, his cock was rising at the thought of slapping Slick
on his upraised rump and hearing the boy begging to have Billy
fuck him with all his might! He stared blankly. His 'master'
had to make that decision on his own. "Anything," Billy
whispered, "anything you want."
  "Look. It was hypothetical, that's all! Sure, if I had to
take a turd in my mouth...it would be you. You. Cause you're my
...cause...cause I don't love you. Cause I don't love anybody
...but I love you the most...but I don't love...you." His voice
had trailed off at the end and Billy was quick enough to sense
that he might choke up.
  "Of course you don't love me, Slick. Hell, I'm just a sex
slave. Gee, you'd have to order me to do something like that.
And you'd only do that to prove you're not afraid of...
anything."
  "Yes..." Slick gulped, "yes...that's why I'd do it...if I
did."
  "Well," Phil interjected, taking a breath, "all this talk of
turdlicking sure has me thirsty for a beer! Anybody else?"
  "Hell, you'd probably rather drink piss!" Slick laughed,
glad the subject had been changed. He was tremulously close to
admitting more than he cared to.
  "Speaking of that, I really gotta go bad," Tommy blurted. He
got up as if to head into the house.
  "Just piss in my dad's mouth," Slick suggested without his
usual animosity toward the man, "he digs it. Doncha, Pop?"
  "Sure, but how 'bout we lighten things up and make a game
out of it?" He jumped up energetically. "Let me get on the raft
and anybody that's gotta piss stand on the deck and let loose!
You guys can all pee on me. And don't let that sign about 'me
not swimming in your toilet' stop you. I got a good filter in
the pool. Emyline, 'fraid you're left out on this one...unless
you can piss standing up."
  Phil laughed, picturing the sight.
  "Honey, you just bring that raft to the edge of the pool,"
she chuckled. "I can piss with the best of 'em!" she giggled.
And she did. Laughing, she pulled her pussylips apart and
arched her back, sending a stream out to Burt's reclining body
and all over his face. The others took turns because they all
wanted to get it in his mouth.
  Slick held back, grabbing a beer. Dave was an early pisser,
and when he stepped back to get a beer of his own, he saw Slick
standing by the gate. Silently, with a little nudge of his
head, the punk urged Dave to follow him. He wasn't sneering, or
giving him a lewd look. Dave nodded and slipped away. Instead
of going out the gate (which was good since they were both
still quite naked), Slick opened the door to the garage and
closed it after them.
  "Okay, smart guy," Slick started. "I mean...jeez, I get so
used to talking that way I don't know when to stop. What I mean
is, you are a smart guy. You've been nailing me to the rafters
ever since the camping trip." He sat on a crate and waved for
Dave to sit down on one too. "You, um, got me pretty well
figured out, hunh? Maybe better than I know myself?"
  "Maybe a little."
  "Yeah, must be. You keep makin' me think. Scares the shit
outta me! Ah, okay, there I go again with the 'shit', right?"
he grinned. "Anyway...maybe you ain't so wrong. So what'll I do
now?"
  "What's your biggest fear?"
  "I dunno. Losing control. Losing..."
  "Billy?"
  "Yeah. Nailed me on that, man. Nailed me good! I've been
pushing guys around so long...it's all I know. And he likes it!
I'm all screwed up, man. He's two, three years older, and I got
him by the balls! Truth is, he's got me by the balls." He hung
his head.
  "You seem to be doing alright with that."
  "Yeah, but...I'm slipping. What if I slip too much? I'm on
top. I shit, he licks...so to speak...hell, in truth! What
happens if I get this urge to get underneath? I wanna...I wanna
pull him down and kiss him for hours! I wanna lick his body all
over! Jeez, man, I want him to piss in my fuckin' mouth and
make me...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS IF I LOSE CONTROL? I love
him so much, Dave, what am I gonna do?" He was on the verge of
tears and his voice was quaking.
  "Slick. Jeez, what the hell's your real name?"
  "Charles...damn. But don't call me that, okay?"
  "No, that's good. You need to get out of your 'Slick' mode
for this discussion. Slick's a facade...your rough, tough punk
personality. At the root, you're still Charles. A kid who wants
love and has finally found it."
  "Hey, I lose 'Slick' and I lose myself. And I lose Billy."
  "Hmmm. You know what metamorphosis means? Like a worm
turning into a butterfly. That's what you have to do with
'Slick'."
  "Oh, great. I start flitting around like a fag butterfly!"
  "Ha! Ha! No, silly. You start seeing 'Slick' more as an
alternative personality. Someone you can draw upon when neces-
sary and use his better qualities for your own. But not as a
real person as you have been. You tapped into Billy's
masochism. Billy suckboy slave asslicker who lives to take
orders. Now suddenly you're discovering you're not so different
from him. You wouldn't mind spending some time on his side...as
long as it's with him, right?"
  "Yeah, I guess so. But..."
  "Didn't you ever stop to think that maybe he'd like to flip
over just as much as you? That's what S&M is all about. Now,
maybe you guys don't use whips and chains and all that garbage,
but mentally you're locked into that. And it ain't kid stuff.
Billy's out there ready and willing to eat shit for you. And it
makes his cock hard doing it. Snap your fingers."
  "What?"
  "Do it, snap your fingers." Slick complied. "That's how fast
you'd put your mouth up to Billy's asshole and suck his turd.
You might even be beyond that, I don't know. You might even eat
it down if he told you to. Gobble it out of his ass and chew
it."
  Slick quickly snapped his fingers again and nodded.
  "So, how to reconcile your dominance with your desire to
submit? Easy. Easiest thing in the world. Because you're the
boss. Don't you get it yet? You're the filth boy! You make all
the nasty suggestions. Billy knows that and goes along. Sure,
he likes it too. But it's you that had the original magnetic
pull into all that. So why would it be out of character for you
to decide that your pleasure is being submissive to all your
desires. You're fascinated with shit and Billy knows that quite
well. You want to smell it, lick it, taste it, and maybe even
eat it. All he can do is obey. He can't question. Not if you
put it that way. How about, 'Get your slutty ass up over my
mouth, bitch, and give me a stinky turd! I'm in the mood to eat
your worthless shit!' or 'Don't give me any backtalk...piss in
my mouth!'"
  "Hey, yeah. But wouldn't he know?"
  "He knows already. He loves you just as much as you love
him. He's just not ready to have the fantasy ruined. You can be
just as much of a slave suckboy asslickin' faggot as you want
...as long as you put it in the form of an order. You're the
filth boy, remember? You think maybe he'd like to see you blow
other guys? Order him to watch you do it! Tell him if he
doesn't fuck your ass hard enough you'll bite his dick off!"
  "Jeez, seems simple when you put it that way!"
  "It is. Eventually you drop little quick hints about the
truth of your relationship. You kiss him passionately and
whisper, 'it's your turn to be boss today.' And don't let him
question your remark. Time will come when that switcheroo will
be automatically, and happily accepted. Sometimes you'll switch
every couple of minutes. Then all will be known to you both."
  "Man, you shoulda been a queer!" Slick laughed.
  "Hey, suckin' off my own kid was bad enough! I'm a shrink.
Not that you haven't done your best to confuse the hell out of
me!"
  "I sure tried! Uh, what about Tommy? Billy sure likes him,
and...well, I kinda groove on him myself...not the same way, of
course."
  "Tommy spoke his own mind. I imagine he'll drift in and out
of your lives...and your bed, probably. Keep your mind-track on
Billy and don't try to control Tom. He'll do what he wants to
do, and I'd guess he'd like to do it with you two a few times
...on his own terms."
  "I still got these nasty urges to make Billy do stuff,
though. Like make him have Tommy shit in his mouth! What'll I
do about that?"
  "If you don't hear a NO above a loud whisper...go with it.
Billy's not a masochist just for your sake, you know. You gotta
feel him out about what he's willing to be ordered to do."
  "Whadda you mean?"
  "They've been friends a long time. Who knows if he's always
wanted to do that with Tom? You might have to face the fact
that if Tommy had subjected him to the things you have, things
might be different. But right now, he's in love with you. The
best way to counter feelings like that is to not ignore them.
You're really in a unique position. See, when guys have these
fantasies about other people, it tends to jeopardize their
relationships. Causes jealousy. Maybe that other guy I've
wanted for so long would be better! You can cut that to the
quick. All you have to do is satisfy his every fantasy and
whim. Just make sure that it all comes under your command.
Don't ever let someone else order him to do something. In this
case, you order him to...to lick Tommy's shit or whatever--
jeez!--don't let Tommy order him. That way he gets his fantasy
out of the way, but he's still connected to you to have those
desires satisfied. All things come through you, see?
  "And eventually he just may come around to understand that
he has the power to satisfy your 'other' fantasies by allowing
you to do them through his orders. Like picking up other guys
to suck and fuck."
  "Yeah, but I can already."
  "True. But when you both start to coincide and share your
control, that won't be true anymore. You'll have to give up
some of your absolute power in order to gain permission from
Billy to be submissive."
  "So the more he learns about how I really am, the more of a
game it becomes, and the less control I really have?"
  "Yep. And the more you're both able to share a true love,
too."
  "Ah. Then it's worth it! Gee, thanks smart guy! I sure hope
I remember all this."
  "I'll be around."
  "Right. Sure you haven't gotten a little messed up with all
this?"
  "Naw, just expanded my horizons a bit. It's a shame I gotta
keep it from my wife, though. Tommy's on his own, but I can't
imagine not creeping over to Phil's once in a while for one of
his hot blowjobs and a great rimming!"
  "Yeah, well keep your hands off my lover, you bastard...
unless I'm around to give orders! And don't be surprised if you
find yourself going down on that big prick of Phil's."
  "Don't say a word, but: next time we're alone I'm gonna blow
his mind...and blow his prick! Hell, if I can suck off my own
son, I can sure blow my suckbuddy."
  "I got an urge to blow you myself!" Slick grinned, looking
down at Dave's long hang. "That's a juicy piece of meat."
  "You know? Mostly cause you've been such a punk, I'd love to
see you grovel down between my legs while I fuck your mouth.
But maybe it'd be best to save that as one of your 'fantasies'
you might hint to Billy after he wises up."
  "Good idea. Wouldn't do to have him catch me blowin' you out
here. Think I might slip a little asslicking into that fantasy
too...now that I'm being really honest. Say, this is between
you and me, isn't it?"
  "Yes. But I think it might be wise if you'd allow me to fill
in some details for Billy's dad. He needs to know everything's
alright."
  "No. Phil's a cocksucker, and I think he's got urges like
Billy. You saw how I ordered him around. And I don't think
Billy really wants to call off having dealings with his old
man. He's fun and I'd like to push those two into nastier
stuff. They like it too much!"
  "Charles, you just may be right. You're learning. But when
it doesn't seem right and things start getting edgy, call it
off, okay? Phil's easy alright, and he's definitely got the
hots for you. But I'm not really gonna be a substitute. Things
could get real nasty if you end up with father and son fighting
over you!"
  "Hell, more like those two might go off together!" he
laughed.
  "I don't think so. That was your turd they both licked."
  "Hey, that's right! Uh, one more thing. What about my old
man?"
  "Don't sweat it. I figure Burt for a horny guy. Not really
what you'd call a masochist. He just loves you. And believe me,
he's got you all figured out. Maybe he digs licking shit...
maybe not. But he'd do it for you. You probably could've shit
in his mouth when you were nine. He's just the kind of guy
who'd do anything to make his kid happy. You were happiest when
you ordered him to do nastier stuff than he already was doing
...so he gladly went along. Personally, I think it's a little
weird. If he could, he'd probably put his whole head up your
ass and lick out your rectum. And maybe he just likes piss. But
I have a feeling he wouldn't care to lick anybody else's turd
but yours. But...he just might do it if you wanted him to.
Don't force him beyond a point."
  "Gee, what a neighborhood! Fathers and sons aren't supposed
to get along...and look at all of us! What a bunch of inces-
tuous cocksuckers!"
  "Yeah. Blow him on his birthday and freak him out!"
  "Heh! Maybe I will. We'd better go back. But listen. You've
been a great help, I really dig it. If things ever get you down
for some reason--and maybe it's cheating on Billy--but if you
really feel like shitting on the whole world...you got a reser-
vation on my chest, man. Maybe I won't lick it, or tongue your
ass afterward, but you got a ticket to take a big shit on me
and get rid of your frustrations!"
  Dave laughed uproariously, and so did Slick. As they went
out the door, Slick grabbed Dave by the hips and quickly
crouched down and smacked a smooch right into Dave's asscrack!
  "Sealed with a kiss!" Slick chuckled.
  Dave winked. "Hell, too bad your dad already licked it
clean!"
  "Yeah, I guess you'd like to do some ordering of your own
with me, hunh? After the way I acted!"
  "You definitely brought out my more hidden vicious
tendencies!"
  "Hey! Where you guys been?" Phil yelled.
  Billy had a confused, studied look in his eyes. Jealousy?
  "You writin' a book?" Slick snarled. "We were discussing
politics. Straight guy and me are friends. I ain't gonna call
him 'straight guy' no more, and he ain't gonna complain if I
fuck Tommy!"
  Dave stifled a laugh. Tommy looked perplexed. He didn't know
his ass was up for grabs. On second thought, his ass was up for
grabs! He had Burt's cock stuffed all the way up there and he
was licking Emyline' cuntlips! "Hey, Dad? Pussy ain't so bad
after all!" he giggled.
  "Tom, any hole with hair around it has it's own delight!"
Dave winked at Billy, making the boy smile and forget any
concerns. He was just glad that Slick was next to him...feeling
him up!
  "Want me to suck you off, Slick?" he asked expectantly.
  Slick sighed. "Aw, give your lips a rest. I just noticed
that you really got big balls. Climb up over my face and let me
lick 'em." Billy gasped, astonished.
  "Listen, suckboy," Slick added, "I'm doing this as a favor
for being so obedient. But hold that prick up out of the way,
willa. I didn't say I was gonna do no cocksucking. But just
remember, slut. If I wanna suck your prick, I will! When I feel
like it!"
  "S-sure, Slick! Whatever you say!" Billy climbed over
Slick's face and carefully lowered his dangling ballsack down
to be licked. His cock was fully stiff in seconds and he
obediently held it out of the way. His punk master was licking
his nuts and he closed his eyes in ecstasy and rocked his
bottom. A couple of times he thought he'd accidentally moved
too much and caused Slick's tongue to nearly touch his asshole.
But since Slick didn't complain, he figured he was wrong.
  Fact was, Slick was trying to reach it. He'd never licked
anybody's asshole before...they licked his. But he wasn't ready
to do it out in the open...not quite yet.

THE END


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