Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 06:49:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Assman Like Dad Part Three

Disclaimer: All the usual discaimers apply. This is a work of fiction based
on some real experiences. If it is illegal for you to read this then don't,
but if it isn't and it gets you hot let me hear about it.

Part Three

I had been searching for the surprise my dad mentioned for days but nothing
turned up. Assuming he would leave it with the pics stashed in the bathroom
closet, I checked every night before turning again to the ones I had saved
of his ass to work me into a frenzy, now combined with the hot memories of
the dirty things we had shared and done. I guess if that had been all it
really would have been enough, but I couldn't help but wonder about the
other things he had mentioned we could do together the last time we had
been together. I couldn't read any clues from him and he also spent a lot
of time out of town on business during that period, leaving me to my
nighttime fantasies.

It showed up the next night after dad came back into town. A new photo lay
on top of the stack in the closet. I knew dad still had the Polaroid but
this one wasn't of him. It was a much younger guy, prone on all fours
doggy-style and a close-up of his ass with his head blocked so I couldn't
see who it was. His skin was smoother and lighter than my dad's, with just
a hint of blondish fuzz beginning to appear on his legs and asscheeks. They
were spread wide open, revealing his hairless crack and pink rosebud
bunghole. And streaming out of that pink hole, running down onto his
ballsack and upper thigh, was a stream of thick white jizz. I came several
times that night clutching my new present in one hand, the other occupied
by my throbbing dick.

The next day when I got home from school, dad's car was in the driveway but
mom's was not as she was still at work. I wondered why my dad would be home
so soon and got excited thinking he may have something planned for me. I
saw the note in the kitchen saying he was upstairs in the bedroom and to
come up there. As I climbed the stairs I could hear faint noises, slight
movement and maybe some murmuring but no audible voices. As I went down the
hall they got somewhat stronger, and I opened the bedroom door. Dad's back
was to me—he was on the floor on his knees, naked, and obviously pumping
his member into someone in front of him whom I couldn't see. I stood and
stared for a minute, trying to wrap my mind around the sight of my dad
naked and fucking on the floor. I realized that it was broad daylight, so I
had a much better look at his beautiful body than I had been able to get in
our nighttime encounters. My cock grew rigid and pushed against the crotch
of my pants.

Dad didn't say a word, just continuing to pump away and grunt. I moved in
closer thinking he might not have heard the door open, and wanting to get a
look at the lucky recipient of dad's thrusting. There, on all fours taking
my dad's cock up his ass, was a kid from down the street named Scott. He
was a year ahead of me at a different school so we weren't really good
friends. Truth was, Scott was kind of odd. He never seemed to have the
right clothes or shoes, and his hair was always a mess, so the other kids
in the neighborhood used to make fun of him a lot. He was also a loner and
a slow learner, never seeming to catch on to the other kids' jokes and
comments, so they were happy to leave him to whatever weird stuff he got up
to. Now I knew what that was. I also knew, looking at his dirty blond hair
and the fuzz on his cheeks, that it was Scott's backside in my new picture,
and instinctively knew that it must have been dad's cum flowing out of
Scott's freshly fucked hole. The hard on in my pants grew even more rigid,
and my crotch became wet and slick with the precum dripping into my pants.

I stood next to them for what seemed like an eternity, saying nothing as my
dad continued his own silence, not even looking at me in greeting. I was
mesmerized watching dad's cock slip in and out of Scott's rosebud, the
walls of his hole pumping in and out with dad's thrusts and Scott's moans
mixing with dad's. Scott's face was turned sideways on the carpet and his
eyes were closed, but I could see how much he was enjoying being
fucked. Suddenly I felt something on my crotch. Dad had reached over and
was rubbing his hand on my pants, now visibly wet and stained with
precum. Dad pulled me closer, put his hands back on Scott's hips as he
renewed his thrusting, then leaned over and gently began to lick the slime
off my pants crotch. With all of us now moaning and hotter than hell, it
took no time at all before dad yelled and pumped furiously against Scott's
ass, delivering what must have been quite a load up his rectum. He pulled
out, stood up and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down to my knees along
with him behind Scott, who remained prone on the floor, his eyes closed and
his lips turned up in a smile. I was still completely dressed.

"Did you see the surprise in your closet yesterday," dad asked. I said
yes. "Do you know what it was?" I stared straight ahead as I answered, "it
was Scott's booty hole." Yes, it was," dad answered. "And do you know what
that was coming out of Scott's booty hole?" "Your cum," I croaked, hot with
lust. "Yeah, daddy's cum, just like that's daddy's cum there right now."

I looked at Scott's swollen bunghole and saw the stream of jizz leaking
out, just like in the picture. My dad leaned in and whispered," you know
what a real assman would like to do right now, don't you? That's why I
brought you up here, I want to watch you do it. You know you want to, so go
ahead." My head nearly exploded with pent up desire as I leaned in, grabbed
Scott's cheeks and spread them apart, and drove my tongue into his fucked
manhole. I slurped and sucked dad's jizz out of Scott's rectum and
swallowed it all as my dad grunted and moaned behind me, and then began to
urge me on. "Yeah, suck that jizz out of Scott's bunghole you little
pervert, swallow it all." Scott moaned and twisted to allow maximum access
to my tongue but never said a word as I cleaned every bit of dad's hot
spunk out of his shithole.

The next few moments were a blur, my head still spinning with the depravity
of it all and making it seem like an incredible hot dream. Scott eventually
stood up and sat in a chair near the bed, and I felt my father easing me
down onto the carpet. He slowly removed my clothes and maneuvered me into
the doggy style position Scott had been in, rimming me with all the force
and pleasure he had shown the first time we had been together. As it became
clear what his plans were, I turned over and whispered to him that it was
too fast, that I couldn't do what Scott did. Dad caressed me as he spoke,
saying, "Come on, I know you can do this. Besides, Scott's been so excited
ever since I promised him he could watch me fuck my own son, haven't you
Scott." Scott didn't answer, he just sat in the chair stroking his red
throbbing cock, his eyes glazed over with lust.  Dad leaned in closer so
Scott couldn't hear and whispered.

"Scott likes to watch his dad when he's naked and gets really hot thinking
about taking his dad's cock, which is why he likes it so much when I fuck
him. I found that out a few years ago before I knew you would like to play
around too, and Scott's been very good to me. He really gets off on getting
fucked by older men and fantasizing about his dad. You do too, don't you?"
I nodded. "Then you understand, and you get a chance to do it with your dad
and make Scott happy. Please do it for me, OK?" I nodded, still unsure but
wanting to give my dad pleasure for introducing me to such fantastic sexual
adventures and wanting to give Scott something to get off on too, just like
I had. I turned around and waited for dad to enter me. His cock, still
slimed with cum and lube from Scott's ass, slipped in immediately.

The pain was so intense I must have yelled at the top of my lungs, and dad
stopped to let my rectum grow used to his fat cock. But it was hopeless, my
ass seemed to reject his pecker even though the thought of it thrilled me
to no end. I was about to slip away and beg off when dad leaned over,
sensing my apprehension, and whispered, "hang on just a second, I promise
it gets easier." He then began to talk out loud, directed more to Scott
than to me, telling him about all the dirty things dad and I had done and
said to each other. He also began to use different words speaking to Scott
than he had with me, always referring to himself as "daddy" and employing
an almost childish vocabulary to describe our perversions. The way dad was
talking obviously appealed to something in Scott's id, and he twisted and
moaned in pleasure over in the side chair. At first I was embarrassed
hearing all these things said to some who was practically a stranger in
such baby talk, but as I watched Scott become more and more animated with
lust as dad told him our secret pleasures and desires I started to become
as turned on as he was. Pretty soon the pain subsided and was replaced by
dad's husky voice, coaching on the two teen boys into further fits of
perverted ecstasy and finally bringing into focus the enormous sexual
gratification of what we had been doing together.

"yeah, my boy is an assman just like his daddy, aren't you baby? He loves
putting his tongue up daddy's secret hole, he loves to sniff daddy's undies
and smell where daddy's peepee was. He likes to sniff daddy's bunghole and
ream out his poop chute because he's a dirty little boy. He sucks on my
peepee and lets me suck on his, and he likes it when daddy kisses him in
the heinie, don't you baby?" I moaned in pleasure and backed against his
cock, letting it slowly sink into my hole. It felt like his whole arm was
up my rectum but I didn't care, I just wanted that cock to fuck me like it
had fucked Scott.

"Now he wants his daddy to put his cock up his bunghole, just like Scott
likes to do. Scott really likes to have big cocks up his shithole, don't
you Scott. Does your daddy have a big cock, Scott?"

Scott finally spoke. "Yeah, daddy has a really big cock and I like to look
at it." Dad asked, "Has he put his pecker up your hole, Scott?" "No, I wish
he would but he didn't want to," Scott answered. "But you like to pretend
like he does, don't you Scott?" "Yeah," Scott answered. "And now you get to
see my boy take his own father's cock in his ass." "Oh yeah," Scott said,
stroking furiously. "That really makes you hot doesn't it, seeing a father
ram his fat cock up his own son's shithole, doesn't it, you fucking
pervert." Scott practically yelled yes in response, getting hotter and
hotter as dad's rhetoric moved from childish to adult dirty talk. It made
me hotter as well.

"There's nothing better than getting fucked by your own father. When I was
your age my dad got drunk one night and came into my room and fucked the
shit out of me. It hurt like hell but it was really hot and I got off on it
too." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but it drove me crazy and I
started whimpering, "Come on daddy, please fuck me, please fuck my hole
now, I can take it." He started thrusting again and I screamed with
pleasure as his pole turned my insides to mush, furiously pumping in and
out of my rectum as Scott starting chanting, "fuck him daddy, fuck him." I
felt dad tense as he prepared to shoot his load up my hole, and when it
came it felt like a firehose had gone off inside of me. His cum was
practically boiling it was so hot, and he pumped load after load into me
before finally pulling his fat spent cock out of my swollen rectum. I
remained prone on the floor as Scott had been, relishing the memory of
dad's cock inside of me. I felt the cold wet trickle of his cum leaking out
of my father-fucked bunghole and down my backside as dad spoke up again.

"Come over here Scott and take a look at my boy's bum. I want you to show
me how you can be an assman like we are..."