Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2016 12:01:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale <jon_royale@yahoo.com> Subject: Baldwin & Sons Chapter 1: Handyman's Special BALDWIN & SONS #1: HANDYMAN'S SPECIAL by JRoyale April 2015 The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual situations. It is intended for a mature audience only. If you enjoy this chapter please consider supporting the Nifty Archive so this type of material can remain available for your reading pleasure. The early summer afternoon was pleasantly warm with brilliant sunshine pouring down from a cloudless powder-blue sky over the affluent neighborhood on the outskirts of the old, college-oriented New Jersey town. Set back off the local street behind a glen of buffering dogwoods, oaks and evergreens, and accessed by a single-lane winding driveway, was the sprawling and impressive Baldwin mansion. Delia Coolidge Baldwin came from old money, her great-grandfather the founder of a lucrative pharmaceutical company. The attractive heiress never had to work a day in her thirty-seven years, instead devoting her time and energy to a bevy of causes and charity functions. While attending Princeton University she met, fell in love and, over her parent's objections, married Miles Baldwin, a handsome young man far below her social standing. Four children, all boys, followed in short order. After the first two Delia insisted on trying for a girl baby, but her hopes went unrealized. They were a handsome, much admired family, the envy of some and the delight of others. Their estate, with its sprawling back yard, sparkling pool and a pool house that could easily accommodate a small family, was the site of many an impromptu gathering. Friends and neighbors were welcomed sans invitation to enjoy the conveniences Delia's inheritance provided. On this day Miles was ensconced in his office located on the third floor of the manor. While he referred to it as his workplace, Delia knew full well it was little more than a "man cave." The walls were adorned with sports memorabilia, representing his favorite teams and his own high school and college victories. A large stone fireplace practically owned one wall, the prerequisite deer's head with its reaching antlers holding court from above the hearth. The room was done in dark tones, the floors a highly polished knotted wood. Being at the back corner of the house, three large floor-to-ceiling windows looked out on the expansive yard and the shimmering, kidney-shaped pool and Jacuzzi. His glass desk was littered with documents and folders, more for show than actual necessity, along with the mandatory computer screen, all facing the gigantic television adorning an opposite wall. Miles didn't work, not really. Occasionally he acted as consultant on projects which piqued his interest but for the most part, thanks to Delia's fortune, he was a stay-at-home husband and father. He knew how it looked to her always-suspicious mother (Delia's father had passed on a few years back) but, in actuality, it was a mutual decision. Delia much preferred Miles at home attending to the running of the house and finances, things she had little interest in. Miles was a shrewd financier and his well-thought-out investments added to their already inflated portfolio. Physically they complimented each other. Both blond haired and blue eyed with bodies kept in good shape from daily one hour joint session in the fully equipped home gym located in the lowest portion of the four story manse, the Baldwins were the picture perfect couple. And, after seventeen years of marriage, they still actually got along, although to both it seemed their early love had morphed into friendly companionship. They still shared the king sized bed in their all-white master bedroom, but slumbering was the most they did there. Sex was had on a grand occasion twice, sometimes three times, a month and only when initiated by Delia. Over the past few years Miles had learned to curb his ever-present desires and acquiesce to his wife's sporadic interest. When they came together it was a spectacular as it had ever been, but appeared to be enough to satisfy Delia for weeks to come. Miles knew, had always known, which side his bread was buttered on and did little to rock their sexual boat. If his wife wanted conjugal bliss on a limited basis then he, too, could wait. The waiting served to make him even more ravenous and their mating was wild and primal, yet still passionate. On this day Delia was off on another of her mid-afternoon luncheons, the kind which meandered on until late in the day. The house was unusually quiet with at least two of the boys away for the week. The eldest had been invited on an island vacation with his best buddy's family and the youngest was away at summer camp. The fifteen year old had popped his head in the "office" an hour or so ago to announce he was going to the mall with friends, which left Miles alone in the house with sixteen-year-old Ryan. Either the boy had slipped out of the house himself to hang out with his buds, or was holed up in his bedroom watching some sporting event. Having finished checking yesterday's scores on his Apple computer Miles rose and stretched, contemplating what he would do with the rest of the day. Casually he made his way over to one of the big windows and gazed out at the paradise which was his back yard. The day was beautiful and he could do with a little sun. Slipping into his trunks housed in the pool house, mixing a tasty martini, letting some classic rock filter through the various speakers hidden around the area and relaxing in the water seemed like a pleasurable idea. What the heck, he decided. There was nothing all that pressing which required his time. He was about to move from the window and embark on his relaxation plan when Miles spotted the handyman with electric clippers in gloved hand pruning the bushes in back of the house. Once a week the landscaping crew came to mow the lawns and attend to major details, but Miles had hired the handyman for a few days a week to handle other chores. Lombardo wasn't his first choice; he'd more or less hired him at Delia's instance. With prison reform one of her many causes, Delia figured hiring an ex-con to work on the Baldwin estate would give her pet cause more credence. Lombardo was fresh out of prison, two weeks to be exact, when he responded to his probation officer's tip and interviewed for the position. He was a surly, swarthy type of Sicilian descent with a record for theft. Miles was reluctant to have his type on the grounds, let alone in the company of his young, impressionable sons. But Delia had insisted, pointing out that the man had done time for his crimes, was on the road to rehabilitation and recommended by probation. That was a month ago and Miles had to admit the man was doing a decent job. After only a few days he knew the routine and went about his duties without any direction. But there was still something about the ex-con which made Miles uneasy. It was partly in his silent, somewhat cocky demeanor and the way he often looked at Miles with amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. As if he knew some secret the master of the estate wasn't privy to. In addition, Miles was not so keen on the way the ex-con pranced around the estate as if it was his own private back yard. He'd mentioned it once or twice, reminding Lombardo that his wife and their three-times-a-week maid were within eyeshot, yet still the man doffed his shirt when setting about his manual labor. Miles knew it was warm under the afternoon sun, but the professional landscapers always managed to wear t-shirts when mowing the lawn. There was no legitimate reason Lombardo couldn't do the same. But every time Miles turned around Lombardo was unashamedly stripped to the waist, a sheen of sweat glistening on his muscular back and torso. He was shirtless now, his khaki pants slung so low that Miles could see the crevice of his ass even from a distance. Unless they were real low riders there was no way the man was wearing any underwear beneath those pants. Miles couldn't understand why the convict didn't don shorts like the other landscapers; he was always in long khakis or worn jeans under the baking sun. The house-husband couldn't help but notice the rippling musculature of the cocky convict, probably developed over the past three years in lock up. Standing there in a shaft of early afternoon sunlight Miles allowed his eyes to wander curiously over the other man's exposed flesh. Naturally olive-skinned, the stud was bronzed even darker by all the hours spent working under the brutal sun. He was of medium build, probably no more than 180 pounds, but what he had packed on that frame was worthy to note. His shoulders were wide and rounded by muscle, biceps big and nicely curved, forearms strong and heavily veined. His chest jutted out impressively with twin mounds of pectoral perfection coated with dark silky hair that swirled around his large, wide-spread purplish nipples. But the rest of his torso was smooth, flaring down from his wide chest to a tight, narrow waist. His abdominal structure was etched with deep ribbing, otherwise known as the highly sought six-pack. Fine dark hair again encircled the indention of his navel, leading down in a gradually widening path to the trove hidden beneath his pants. Miles' eyes flared and he moved dangerously close to the window when he realized, with the pants hanging so low, he could see the tuft of the ex-con's bush just above the waistband. Lombardo's rear view was equally enviable. His back was broad and laden with muscle, separated by a defined crevice, tapering down to the sudden swell of his buttocks. Those haunches rose high from the seat of his pants, the crack splitting them deep and dark with a splattering of dark hair erotically peeking out. His looks matched the rest of him, handsome in a dangerous sort of way. Darkly complected with longish, wavy hair that reached his collarbone and a closely trimmed Van Dyke-ish beard and 'stache, Miles imagined the rogue must have had his share of ladies prior to incarceration. They were a contrast in manhood. Where Miles was blond and fair, Lombardo was dark and intimidating. Openly appraising the handyman Miles was startled to realize that he'd sprung an erection. His manhood was rock hard and straining against the front of his shorts. Even alone he was embarrassed by his reaction to the blue collar worker. Not since junior high, experimenting with his buddies, had he boned up over another guy. Still, Miles couldn't seem to tear himself away from the window. He watched the man go about his duties, ogling the play of his bi and triceps under that dark skin as he worked the pruning shears. All too soon he had completed the task, unplugged the unit and carefully wrapped the power cord around it for storage in the shed behind the pool house. But instead of returning the tool to its proper place, Lombardo placed it on the multi-colored stone area surrounding the pool and took a seat on one of the lounges while he removed his work boots and socks. Miles' brow furrowed at the man's curious actions. Barefoot he rose, facing away from Miles' prying eyes and, to the voyeur's astonishment, dropped his khaki's. Miles jaw dropped and his face reddened with fury at the man's brazenness, yet he couldn't turn away from the window. He knew he should rush down there and fire the convict on the spot but his eyes were raking over every rippling contour of Lombardo's strong back and those two perfect swells of muscle sitting high above his thick, hairy thighs. The naked stud threw one leg over the cushioned lounge and made himself comfortable, hands tucked behind his head and legs stretched out before him. From his vantage point behind the cocky ex-con Miles was unable to see his face, but the huge cock sprouting from his thick bush was in clear view. It rested there along one thigh like some lazy snake sunning itself on a rock ledge. It was the most enormous unit Miles had ever seen, a good seven to eight inches of uncut brown man meat. And it wasn't even hard! Miles shuddered to think of the gigantic proportions it must reach when at full mast. His mouth had gone dry and Miles was mildly aware of the fact that he was actually trembling as his eyes scoured over the handyman. Suddenly he was aware that his own prick was fighting its way for freedom from the confines of his shorts. Unzipping himself, Miles gave his rod some air and was somewhat startled to realize that he was dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Taking himself in hand he began stroking his meat, his legs wobbly and weak with excitement and barely able to support him. A sudden movement caught the corner of his eye and Miles snapped his head to the left, shocked when he saw his sixteen-year-old, tow-headed Ryan stepping out onto the deck which ran the entire length of the second story of the house. Ryan stealthily and purposefully made his way to the stairway leading to the back yard pool area and began the descent. Miles tongue became thick in his dry mouth as he watched the white-blond boy, knowing if he continued his journey he couldn't help but encounter Lombardo lounging there in all his glory. He wanted to bang on the window and warn the teen, but found himself rooted to the spot with his raging cock in hand. Stepping onto the pavers marking the patio area Ryan failed to hesitate, instead deliberately walking directly over to where the swarthy Italian rested. He seemed totally unaffected by Lombardo's state of undress and appeared to be engaging in conversation with the man. From his third floor "office" Miles certainly couldn't make out the words but he was conscious of the smile which played about the cute boy's lips. Then, to Miles' shock and horror, the flip-flop footed teen reached down and wrapped his hand around the length of cock tube resting along Lombardo's thigh! After giving it a few friendly strokes Ryan playfully turned away from the ex-con and sauntered off to the pool house. A few short moments later Lombardo rose from the lounge and went over to join him. Just as he stepped upon the one stair leading into the place Lombardo turned and looked up directly to the bank of windows where Miles stood, a cocky smile on his handsome face. A stunned Miles fell back a few steps, hopeful that the naked stud hadn't seen him there, cock in hand. Certainly the glare from the sun on the glass shielded him. When he gingerly reapproached the viewpoint Lombardo was out of sight. And the door to the pool house was suspiciously closed. Miles stood there perplexed. What did it all mean? At the very least it appeared, without Miles' knowledge, his second born had befriended the ex-con. The Baldwins had never expressly forbidden Lombardo from speaking with the boys, but he'd always appeared disinterested. And the most the Baldwin boys ever offered was a perfunctory acknowledgement of his presence on the estate. In fact they'd sometimes complained about Lombardo hanging around, going about his chores while they hosted their various buddies in teen age back yard pool play. Miles couldn't really blame them. After all, what kid wanted the help lurking in the distance while they engaged in teen sport? Yet, apparently, Ryan and Lombardo had become quite chummy indeed. The boy was a popular Junior in high school, an athlete just like his older brother. While Trey excelled in football and soccer, Ryan was an ace short stop for the school's baseball team. He was a good looking boy with blue eyes, full rosy cheeks and thick masculine lips. His white blond hair was always buzzed to within a quarter inch of his scalp. There was nice meaty musculature on his buff, smooth body. All the girls liked Ryan. It seemed every time Miles turned around there was another new teenage nymph jockeying for favor at his son's side. But then, all his sons were handsome and personable in their own individual way. The Baldwins were just an all-around good looking family. But the Ryan he'd just observed, the one cavorting about with Lombardo and play-grabbing his cock, was someone Miles was unfamiliar with. Why on earth would he have led---yes, led---the brazenly nude convict into the pool house? And just what in hell were they doing in there behind closed doors? All sorts of wild thoughts invaded Miles' mind. One thing was for certain: the man was fresh out of prison, a place where he'd associated with any sort of felon. Miles certainly did not want that type of person corrupting any of his sons. The time had come for him to "daddy up" and take charge of the situation. Despite Delia's parole board plight Lombardo needed to go. And Ryan needed a serious talking to. On heavy legs Miles made his way out of the room and down the back flight of stairs to the ground floor garage entrance. Not wanting to alert them to his arrival Miles purposely avoided the path Ryan had taken. From this approach there was less chance of them seeing him. Slipping between his carefully parked, and highly polished, Hummer and Lexus Miles stepped out into the sunshine through the already opened garage door. Making his way to the heavy ornate black iron fencing he quietly let himself into the back yard. One gigantic picture window comprised all of one side of the pool house, making his attack a bit problematic. His only hope was whatever the two were doing they were not facing the yawning window. Miles furtively made his way to the pool house. In a last moment of indecision he stepped off the paved patio and pushed his way between freshly pruned shrubberies, pressing his back against the wall at the edge of the window. He wasn't certain why, but Miles realized he was trembling. Was it fear? Anticipation? He remained like that for a while, attempting to muster up the courage to do what he must do next. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he edged closer to the window and angled his head to peer inside. A gasp froze in his throat when his eyes caught sight of what was transpiring there. Ryan, cute sex pot Ryan, was on his knees between the spread of Lombardo's legs, hands resting on the ex-con's hairy thighs as he slouched low in the cushions of Miles' favorite chair, his arms stretched across the back. Ryan's beautiful, unblemished face was nestled in the hairy, swampy crotch of the older man, his head moving up and down, to and fro. Miles jerked his head away from the scene. Plastered against the wall with mouth agape he attempted to control his rapid breathing, as well as the hammering of his heart. Overcome by a wave of dizziness he thought certain he might pass out face first in the shrubbery. Regaining his wits he adopted some deep breathing and refused to redirect his attention to the goings on in the pool house until he'd regained some modicum of control. By all rights he should burst into the pool house, rip the two apart and send Lombardo off the estate for taking such liberties with his son. But it didn't appear that Ryan was being forced into anything. The wholesome athlete with solid chest and strong thighs had practically invited the convict into the pool house. When had his son lost his innocence? When had he become a lustful cock sucker? How long had he and Lombardo been engaging in such lascivious activities? These thoughts filled Miles' head as he cautiously turned his face back to the window to observe more. Ryan was still on his knees and in the process of dragging his t-shirt from his hunky, smooth body. With a desirous smile on his young face he rubbed his hands along Lombardo's strong, hairy thighs and returned his attentions to the handyman's cock. And what a prize it was! Lombardo's fuck stalk stood up at over ten, possibly eleven, maybe even twelve thick steely inches. The damned thing was like a third arm, the shaft covered with engorged veins and capped with a plum-sized head freed from its natural casing of foreskin. A set of fat and hairy man-sized balls hung between the spread of his legs. Ryan had pushed Lombardo's legs farther apart and was down there in the juncture lathing the musky sac with his tongue. He slurped on the cum-bloated nads, the hairs on the heavy sac tickling his nose as he borrowed under them, the tip of his tongue tingling Lombardo's sweaty perineum. The impossible weight of the hefty man cock caused it to sway heavily over Ryan's blond head as he chomped on the huge, scum-bloated nutsac. It seemed unlikely that the massive thing could hold itself upright, but the huge pulsing shaft appeared possessed of a strength all its own. As Miles watched through widened eyes the dollop of pre-cum which appeared at the gaping piss-slit soon became a surge which lazily drooled down the thickly veined length of the humongous log. Glancing upward, Ryan saw the overflow and reacted. To Miles' horrified fascination his son's wet tongue slithered up the vein-corrugated shaft and hungrily collected all the depraved convict's seminal fluids. Soon Ryan's thick, pouty lips were all over the large, rosy knob, lapping up the continuous flow. Sweet Jezus, the husky jock was actually ingesting the filthy convict's scum! Ryan skinned down the brown sheath of foreskin and tightly gripped the powerful cock right under the fleshy, pronounced corona. His chunky fingers failed to meet but he squeezed tightly, causing the massive head to turn an angry shade of purple. As man goo dribbled from the yawning piss hole Ryan used the tip of his tongue to dig into the gaping orifice, coiling between the meaty lips like he was drilling for oil. Then, stretching his teen jaws impossibly wide, he engulfed the fruit-sized glans. With his puffy lips locked under the ridge he began sloppily sucking while stroking the full length of the humongous shaft. The teen's cheeks were hollows in his creamy, unblemished face as he lustfully nursed the cocky convict's prize piece. Lombardo just relaxed there, muscular arms stretched across the back of the chair revealing his hairy pits with a twinkle in his dark eyes and a self-satisfied smile playing about his lips. On his knees between the spread of the convict's hairy legs with his back arched and his butt thrust outward, Ryan's shorts had managed to ride low on his buttocks. Twin flaring curves of pink perfection, separated by a delectable deep crack presented themselves to Miles' wondrous eyes. His son's strong, taut buns were full and flawless, riding high on his haunches and looking remarkably appealing. Before he realized what he was doing Miles' fist was wrapped around his cock and stroking himself as he ogled his handsome son. He looked downward, shocked to realize he'd left his office, traveled through the house and come upon this incredibly hot scene with his genitals fully exposed and aroused! Saliva leaked from Ryan's cock stuffed lips and flowed down the throbbing shaft, making it glisten and allowing his fist to more easily glide up and down the pulsing monster. An illuminating beam of sunlight filtered into the pool house from the sky light above and cast itself upon them. It was as if the two were on center stage in the eye of a spot light with Miles making up the captive audience. The blond father wolfishly licked his lips, his glassy eyes gleaming as they scoured over Ryan's tight, creamy glutes, silently willing those shorts to slide lower and give him a peek at his son's pucker. With his attention disrupted by Ryan's upturned rump Miles failed to realize, until it was too late, that he'd revealed his presence to Lombardo. Jumping back with a start he hugged the side of the pool house with a thundering heart. After a few moments had gone by he dared peek around the corner of the window again. Undeterred, Ryan continued feasting on the engorged cock, still oblivious to his father's presence. Lombardo, however, caught sight of Miles once again. There seemed little point to step away now. Besides, his legs were shaky and his feet rooted to the spot. One corner of Lombardo's mouth turned up in a wry smile and his dark eyes sparkled with unspoken mischief. Pushing his upper body off the back of the seat Lombardo reached his arms across Ryan's bare back and slapped his hands onto the boy's butt cheeks. As he slipped beneath the shorts Miles could tell by the play of his hands that the convict was massaging those full, muscular globes. With sly, coal-black eyes eyes locked with Miles' astonished orbs and that devilish, taunting smile Lombardo hooked his thumbs around the waist of the shorts and slowly, tantalizingly peeled them from those smooth, grapefruit-sized melons. Lombardo ran his rough hands over the slopes of Ryan's creamy buns, then took hold of either side of the teen's crack and palmed it open for Miles' inspection. Miles' mouth watered as he gawked at his son's deep, musky hidden place, the crevice lightly dusted with fine blond fuzz and the crinkly pink folds of his pouting asshole nestled therein. Lombardo used two fingers to pat the puckered rosette which, to Miles' depraved amazement, twitched and winked at him. He then brought those same two fingers up to his lips and sucked on them, rolling his black eyes dreamily for Miles benefit before returning the wet digits to Ryan's trench. As the father watched dumbstruck, Lombardo pushed them against the teen's throbbing sphincter and slid them inside. Ryan thrust his butt back against the invaders, rotating his ass and fucking himself on the convict's thick, dirty fingers while he gorged himself on more than half of Lombardo's thick, vein-gnarled cock. If he wasn't observing it through his own eyes, Miles would never have believed the depths of depravity his jock son had been reduced to. The handsome, husky boy he was watching was not the son he'd known for sixteen years. Ryan was an outgoing, popular boy with a horde of wholesome buddies and an ever-changing array of girlfriends, one more attractive than the last. Other dads cheered him on at the baseball field for his game-changing plays. His grades were better than average and a promising future seemed certain. How had this all-American, basically good kid become a sex toy for the sleazy, ex-con handyman? From all appearances there was no coercion involved. After all, hadn't Ryan been the one to initiate this particular rendezvous? And it was obviously not their first. Just how long had his seemingly hetero son been engaging in male sex with the muscular jailbird? More shockingly, was Lombardo his first? Had Ryan done much practicing before taking on the help? Lombardo unhanded Ryan and detached the boy from his crotch. With Ryan up on his knees, saliva dripping from his cock-sucking lips, Lombardo grabbed the edge of a nearby end table and dragged it over behind the boy. With a sweep of his big arm magazines were scattered to the floor. Obviously following direction Ryan positioned himself on his back over the low table. Facing away from Miles he would be unable to notice his father at the window unless, of course, his head fell back over the edge. But the husky teen had the back of his head cradled in his hands, expectantly watching Lombardo while he raised his legs and spread them wide. Squatting on his haunches Lombardo pushed Ryan's limbs back until his brawny thighs were nearly parallel to his sides. The teen's ass was effectively splayed wide open, the winking hole dangerously vulnerable. With his dark fingers fanned out on each of Ryan's glorious glutes Lombardo leaned forward and ran his tongue up the exposed trough, pausing at the top to smack his lips as if to show Miles how tasty his jock son's ass really was. He lapped at the crack with long, deliberate swipes, nuzzling the tender flesh with the bristles above his lip and the scratching hairs on his chin. Ryan's strapping body was undulating on the table top, his stiff teen dick twitching and jerking against his tight abdomen, obviously enjoying what the scoundrel was doing to him. Lombardo abruptly ceased his long-lapping and zeroed in on the pouting pink cranny. Using the tip of his tongue he tickled the puffy folds, coaxing them to part for him. Ryan's ass lips pulsed outward, grasped the fidgeting tongue and sucked it inside. Like a human drill Lombardo bore deep into the boy's butthole, probing as deep as he possibly could. Lombardo's boy-licker was like a serpent, slithering and swirling around inside the kid's juicy ass and making him squirm. He shoved his meaty muscle in the clutching hole, swiping it around the tangy interior and titillating young Ryan before pulling out each time. Ryan was thrusting his rear end up against Lombardo's face, lewdly engaging himself in the raunchy tongue fuck. Miles had his face pressed up against the window, each breath leaving a lusty telltale fog on the pane. He hardly realized that his own tongue was repeatedly working his saturated lips as he watched Lombardo feast on his son's clamping anus or that his daddy dick was profusely leaking streams of pre-cum into the garden bed below. The wretched rascal was glaring at him from the tops of his glittering black eyes while he lasciviously ate out his son's ass, deliberately taunting and, yes, even tempting an awestruck Miles. When the boy was gyrating like a whore in heat with a puddle of youthful pre-cum pooled on his athletic chest Lombardo took one final swipe at the well-lubed puss and wiped the back of a hand across his mouth. The convict's Van Dyke growth glistened with spittle and funky ass juice. He fell back onto the chair, hairy legs bent at the knee and big sexy feet planted firmly on the floor. Ryan bolted up from his prone position and approached the swarthy Sicilian. Facing Lombardo he lifted one foot up on the chair to one side of the man's body. Then, grasping the back of the chair he lifted the other so that he was straddling the seated ex-con. Miles rose slightly, his hands on the glass, the realization of what was about to happen causing goosebumps to form on his skin. He watched breathlessly as Ryan lowered himself to meet the whopping slab of horsemeat Lombardo was holding straight upward in both hands. The thing was impossibly huge, thicker than the teen's wrist! His boy was certain to skewer himself on that gigantic ass splitter!! Miles stifled an agonizing groan when Ryan's pucker grazed the flaring cap of Lombardo's enormous hard-on. The boy rode his ass across the gleaming bulb, smearing the convict's oozing cock honey all over his perky pink portal. The calculating cock jock was obviously making certain his delicate ass lips were nice and slick. Then, perched atop the formidable weapon, he bore down. As Miles watched with mouth agape the huge purple knob popped through the wrinkles of his sixteen year old son's wet pucker and was swallowed up by his shapely ass. Ryan rocked his hips from side to side and rotated his muscle ass, working more and more of the colossal prick inside him. The teen was effortlessly impaling himself on the cocky convict's ramrod. His butthole gobbled up inch after inch of throbbing man meat, his lower extremities undulating determinedly as he sunk the hard cock deeper into his greasy hole. Miles found himself whimpering as he closely observed Ryan's ass lips drawn inward by the thumping shaft, the juice tube running up the underside thick as Miles' thumb. When he'd eaten up over half the pulsing fuck rod Ryan paused in his downward journey. Miles waited expectantly for what was to come next. Was it possible that it had all become too much for the boy? Had he an attack of conscience and realized what he was doing was terribly wrong? If that was the case Lombardo would never release him. Young Ryan would become the convict's unwilling victim. As the father, Miles knew he must do something to protect his son, regardless of the consequences. Just as Miles was considering bursting into the pool house and rescuing Ryan from the Sicilian something happened that made him halt and suck in his breath. Ryan, posting on the gargantuan phallus, dropped like dead weight, punching all twelve or more inches of wrist-thick horse cock into his slippery guts. The boy threw his head back and Miles could see every muscle in his body tense. His gaping asshole gripped the hairy, trunk-like root of Lombardo's hot dick and appeared to be spasming around it. With his bodacious ass resting on Lombardo's hairy, muscled thighs Ryan began grinding his hips again, as if stirring his steamy insides with the mighty tool. And then, slowly at first, he began riding the dick. His smooth, stuffed ass inched upward, revealing more and more of Lombardo's slick fucker, and then slid all the way down again. Lombardo's raunchy fuck hammer sluiced between the blond jock's muscled buns like a knife sinking into melted butter. Each movement of Ryan's became faster until soon he was literally bouncing up and down on Lombardo's awesome dick. Youthful muscles rippled across his back as he hitched his quaking asshole over the full-length of the beastly ramrod. Each time his tight, athletic body shuddered Miles knew that thick club of a cock was thumping against Ryan's sensitive spot. Sliding big, beefy hands under Ryan's jouncing buttocks and elevating him above his hairy crotch, Lombardo took control of the driver's seat. He thrust his hips upward with long, gut-wrenching jabs, driving his hard-on right through Ryan's twitching butthole. Miles could only imagine how those obscene, pinky-thick purple veins twisted around the shaft must have felt as they scraped against the insides of Ryan's young ass. Lombardo's meat ravaged Ryan's hole, slamming up to the hilt to completely vanish inside the boy only to appear a moment later in all its breathless glory, pulling Ryan's ravaged ass lips with it. Lombardo's fat balls jiggled between his sweaty thighs, full of their man nectar gearing for release. He drove up to the hilt with his fuck tool time and again with gut-wrenching thrusts. It was almost obscene the way the jailbird lifted Ryan's pert ass into the air and then slammed his hairy thighs up against it, planting his thick heavily-laced shaft deep inside the teen jock. Grasping the boy tightly across his waist Lombardo rose, bringing the both of them off the chair and again placed Ryan on his back across the low table. The youngster behaved like an out-of-control nympho, slapping his hands against Lombardo's hairy pecs and twisting his extended man teats like they were sex-controls. Lombardo pushed Ryan's short-stop thick legs back until his knees were at the sides of his head, locked under his armpits, and his teen gash was high in the air. Pressing a knotted fist to the base of his cock he pushed it down to Ryan's squirming tush and sank the rigid tool into the spasming asshole. With his monster dick all the way up Ryan's ass Lombardo rotated his hips, stirring it around in the youngster's slick, fiery rectum. Ryan's tow-head fell back over the edge of the table but, thankfully, his eyes were blissfully shut, rendering him incapable of seeing his father at the window. Quickly he came up, resting the back of his head in his hands, but it had been long enough for Miles to observe the look of unbridled ecstasy on his son's handsome face. Then Lombardo began to fuck Ryan. Inch after inch of the impossibly long and fat rod drew out of Ryan's clutching hole, then slid smoothly back in. The convict was taking his time, relishing the sensations of the teen's sweet tight ass against his monster cock. Or was it the torture he knew he was forcing Miles to endure? Tearing his gaze away from the point of contact to look into the face of the scamp was enough to convince Miles it was more of the later. Having snared Miles' eyes with his own Lombardo put on quite the show, rolling his dark orbs heavenward and licking his lips to show how good sinking into the boy's velvet ass really was. His performance had the desired effect on Miles, who whimpered as he pressed himself up against the glass between them. His arms were outstretched, palms against the window while his leaking dick glided up and down the surface, submitting to desire and openly voyeuring on the steamy sex taking place before him. Adopting a sinister smirk Lombardo started to fuck Ryan's rear end with increasing intensity. Miles' swollen tongue lolled about in his mouth as he helplessly took in the astonishing sight of Lombardo's twelve-plus inches plunging into the grasping cauldron of young Ryan's ass with an ever-rising velocity. Before long he was shoving his deep-driving dick in and out of the teen's tight, slippery hole with every bit of his strength. His huge, hairy ball sac slapped so loudly against the jock's upturned glutes that Miles could hear it through the thick glass. The giant cock rammed full throttle into the able-bodied youth, crashing into his prostate and causing Ryan to squirm and ride the swells of the savage assault. It was clearly obvious to Miles that his boy was loving every second of this sexual endurance, snapping his head from side to side and pulling on his teen tits. The harder Lombardo gave it, the more the teen seemed to enjoy. He was shoving his ass up to meet every attack by the hard, luscious cock, willingly giving himself to the hunky varlet. Lombardo responded by driving into him even harder, his monster meat a blur as it ravaged the boy's teen pussy. Lombardo's muscular body glistened with sweat as he banged away at Ryan's teen twat at a frantic pace. Droplets of sweat cascaded down onto the young man's writhing body, the despoiling causing Miles to cringe. The window was wet with his saliva and oozing fuck juice as he rode the glass in a sexual fury. All the while the convict and father held their gaze, neither daring to blink as, through one another, they shared the ultimate in mind fucks. Lombardo's sizeable fucktool pillaged the athlete's colon, ramming with breakneck speed into his clamping asshole and claiming the boy as his personal bitch. Then, suddenly, he tensed. His body came upright and his entire frame convulsed in unspeakable ecstasy. His dark eyes broke contact and rolled up in their sockets, his mouth went slack and every muscle in his body tensed. Bellowing like a wild animal he shuddered violently, no longer in control, and Miles instinctively knew the stud was releasing his corrupt convict cum deep into Ryan's bowels. Lombardo's sweaty frame bucked and spasmed for minutes before he was able to regain his composure. His lips spread into a wide smile when he once again set his eyes upon a dazed Miles. With his dick still lodged up Ryan's cum-filled ass the spent stud raised an arm and motioned Miles to join. Slack-jawed, Miles kicked off the shorts and underwear gathered around his ankles and drunkenly made his way out of the garden and around the side of the pool house. He staggered up the one step and threw open the door, standing there framed in the doorway panting wildly with pre-cum dripping in long ropes from his blazing cock head. With a nod of his head Lombardo invited him to approach the crime scene. As if in a haze Miles moved closer to the pair, his eyes growing ever larger at the close-up view of Lombardo's monstrosity sliding out of Ryan's wet hole. The gigantic head popped free with an audible sloshing sound. Miles lewdly observed his son's gaping ass hole, the insides a deep crimson, before the ravaged lips slowly regathered. The pucker continued to pulse with a beat of its own, while a lazy stream of spent cum seeped from its confines. Miles wasn't even aware that, all the while he was transfixed on Ryan's boy hole, Lombardo had circled around and come up behind him. He visibly jumped when he felt the ex-con's calloused hands on his shoulders and the hot breath in his ear. "Get on up there and fuck your boy. You know you want to." Miles froze, stunned. He shook his head from side to side. "No," he managed. "I-I couldn't!" "Sure ya can," Lombardo taunted, pushing him forward. "He's horned up and ready for you." Miles was no match for Lombardo, who guided him the few steps until he was standing right before his prone son. Ryan, who surprisingly hadn't cum throughout that entire power fuck, was flogging his dick and clawing at his tits, seemingly unaware of the visitor. "Ry-an," Lombardo sing-songed. When the boy didn't respond, he repeated, "Oh, Ry-an." Ryan parted his sex-heavy lids to the sultry sound of his hot lover. His eyes shot open wide when he saw his father standing there in front of Lombardo. "Dad!" he gasped, but made no move to cover his nakedness. In the midst of his shock his eyes took in the sight of his father, bare from the waist down, with his rigid tumescence standing at over seven inches in front of him and dripping dick honey onto the parquet floor. "Daddy wants to fuck you, Ryan," Lombardo teased. "Is that alright wit' you?" Ryan swallowed hard, glaring at his father's pulsing meat. "Fuck, yeah!" he gushed huskily. Wincing at his son's vulgar language, Miles nevertheless found himself unable to resist Lombardo's prodding as the naked convict positioned him in the spot he'd just vacated. Ryan was just as Lombardo'd left him: on his back, stocky thighs tucked alongside him and held in place by his muscular arms. The teen's randy dick, every bit of Miles' own seven-plus inches, throbbed in the nicely defined hollow of his pec cleavage. His gorgeous ass was splayed wide open before Miles, its bunghole obscenely pulsing open and closed like a guppy's mouth at feeding time. Lombardo's hand came around Miles and grasped his tortured dick around the base. Lining it up with Ryan's hungry hole he nudged the frenzied father forward. Miles gasped when the head of his cock kissed Ryan's warm, twitching slot. A surge of excited pre-cum burst from his piss slit and bubbled onto the teen's winking hole. Lombardo was pressed flush up against Miles, trapping the frenzied father between his solid body and the open ass of his lusty son. With nowhere else to go Miles' daddy dick slipped between the folds of Ryan's fluttering ass lips. Without warning Ryan used every bit of his butch bottom training to suck the entire length of his father's cock into his cum-coated jock pussy. Miles shuddered all over as he felt every inch of his manhood slip into the warm, sloppy depths of his second born. He felt the boy's insides tighten around him, tautly grasping his organ as if in fear it might retreat. There was little chance of that with Lombardo right there behind him, the bristles on his chin curiously erotic as he rested it on Miles' shoulder, his breath hot and heavy in the blonde's ear. "Feels good, don't it?" the convict taunted in a low, gravelly voice. "Your boy's got a real nice muscle pussy on him. One of the best I ever bred. Go on an' fuck 'im now. You know you want to. And don't worry 'bout little Ryan there. The harder you give, the more that boy likes it." Panting with lust, squirming about in delight at having his handsome father buried ball's deep inside him, Ryan chimed in, "Yeah, that's right! Fuck me, Dad! Fuck your boy with that hot dad dick!" Miles felt the boy's fleshy ass lips snapping around the root of his hard cock, challenging him, and he began to move. He pulled back, slipping his rock hard dong almost out of Ryan's grasping snatch and then steadily sunk it back in. Burying his manhood until his bloated ball bag was flush with the teen's upturned buns Miles paused for a brief moment to savor the magnificence deep within the warm, wet boy cunt. He ground his meat around inside the boy, much as he'd witnessed Lombardo do, before hauling it out again. Lombardo's hands slipped up under Miles' shirt and took a handle on his erect nipples, squeezing and tugging as he whispered hot encouragement into his ear. "Oh yeah, Dad, that's it. Fuck that tight muscle ass. Feels good drillin' that sweet hole, don' it? Like the way that greedy pussy grabs holda your cock? Fuckin' A, you do!" The convict certainly knew the boy well. Ryan kept his ass clamped tight around the entire length of his father's heavy shaft as it moved through him. With each breath-taking stroke Miles increased his fuck pace. And Ryan reacted accordingly. The husky jock squirmed with obvious delight, squeezing his meaty pecs in his clutching hands and rocking his head from side to side. "Ryan likes a big man cock. Don't ya, Ryan?" the convict teased. "Fuck, yeah!" Ryan sighed. "Come on, Dad. Really plow me with that big dick. I need ta cum so fuckin' bad!" Beads of sweat marked the boy's furrowed brow. His eyes were screwed shut and he was working his lips in a frenzy. Either touched by his boy's desperation, or driven by his own hunger, Miles increased the tempo of his thrusts. The elastic ass mouth stretched tightly around Miles' dick as he more rapidly sawed it in and out of the boy. The delirious dad was dizzy with an excitement he had never experienced before. His jaw had gone slack and saliva freely drooled from the corners of his mouth. Tingling sensations coursed through his fucking dick and rushed over his heavily perspiring body. Ryan's ass-mit was oven hot and extremely tight, despite the brutal fucking it had just taken from Lombardo, grabbing at Miles' big cock as it freely fucked the silken ass chute. Miles churned Lombardo's substantial load inside the youth, perversely appreciating the way the warm spooge sloshed around his fuck tool. All the while Miles could feel Lombardo's steely rod slithering up and down his spine, leaving a trail of cock juice in its wake. "Oh, Dad," the brawny boy gasped. "Your big dick feels so fuckin' good inside me! Wished I'da known sooner." The athletic lad was frantically stroking his teen meat, the fat head scant inches away from his twitching mouth. "Harder, Dad! I'm almost there. Please, fuck me harder!!" Lombardo chewed on Miles' ear lobe. "You heard him, Dad. Show him what you're made of. Fuck hell out of him." Then, he added in a taunting tone, "If you can't, I will!" It was all Miles needed to hear. He wasn't about to let anyone take his pussy boy away from him. Summoning every remaining ounce of strength Miles heaved his aching cock into his son, motivated even more when the boy grunted loudly and his eyes popped wide. Clenching his teeth Miles used everything he'd ever learned or imagined about fucking to pound his son's luscious ass. He crashed into the boy with long, determined blows, drilling his daddy dick root deep each time. Ryan was moaning and whimpering, pleasantly surprised by the aggressiveness shown by his usually passive father. It was just the way he liked to be fucked, hard and rough. The white hot fire burning in his guts threatened an imminent orgasm, but now Ryan was in no rush. Things had just begun to amp up! Miles recklessly slammed the entire length of his rigid tool into the squirming love glove over and over. His hips shot forward with lightning speed, driving his cock deep into Ryan's incredibly tight, hot asshole. Using brute force he fucked the boy like a cheap Tijuana whore, not like the son he'd raised and nurtured for sixteen years. His hard ass cheeks flexed with each gut-wrenching thrust, causing Lombardo's bloated nuts to bounce against them. With their bodies flush against one another, Lombardo's chest was molded to Miles' sweat-slick back. His foot long shaft slid up and down Miles' curved spine with each bucking motion of the man while his hands played all over Miles' chest and torso and his tongue filled his ear as though they were long-time lovers. The rutting cock relentlessly railed into Ryan's high mounded ass, repeatedly crashing against his joy button and causing his meaty toes to curl. It was evident the high school jock loved to be royally fucked by a hard man cock. His athletic body glowed with a sheen of teenage sweat as he writhed and bucked with lust and ecstasy. Moans of pleasure came from deep in his throat with each violation to his shuddering asshole. Blood rapidly coursed through his veins, pounded against his temples and caused a light headed sensation. As the youth's breathing grew increasingly rapid and shallow his body lurched and succumbed to uncontrollable spasms of unbelievable pleasure. The boy's impressive pecs seemed to swell even larger and he was panting like a long-distance runner. Spellbound, Miles watched as thick gobs of teen cream blasted out of his son's piss slit. With incredible force it splashed into his panting mouth, coating his tongue and targeting his uvula. Thick, hot boy juice splattered across his wholesome face as his young body twisted and struggled through an intense orgasm. Miles hardly realized that he'd continued to skewer his son throughout his frenzied orgasm. Ryan's squirming guts had gone berserk on his pistoning rod, yanking and clutching at him and making it nearly impossible to tear himself free from its vice-like grip. Suddenly a fevered exhilaration seemed to consume every nerve-ending in his bucking body and he began to shudder violently. Throwing his head back on Lombardo's shoulder while planting his manhood ball's deep up Ryan's well-fucked pussy Miles shot his load. A long, high-pitched moan wailed from his gaping mouth as heavy jets of daddy cream splashed deep up inside his son's bowels. He kept coming, his cock twitching like mad in Ryan's belly and flooding him with thick, rich jism. It felt as though every ounce of strength was being drained through his dick and he felt grateful to have Lombardo behind to steady him. He was all caught up in the rapturous moment, the most mind-blowing orgasm of his entire life. Ryan's cock convulsed one last time, a weaker stream which rained across his swelling chest. Lombardo gasped out in pleasure and Miles felt the warm wetness shooting against his back as the convict humped through release, his hands almost tenderly caressing the blond man's chest and sides. With his rod remaining up Ryan's boy cunt Miles attempted to catch his breath while he watched the jock scarfing up his own load. The boy swallowed all that which had landed in his mouth, wickedly smacking his gums and licking his lips. Using his beefy hands he gathered up the excess from his face and chest and sucked it from his fingers. All the while his baby blues were observing his father. "Good stuff, Dad," he offered. "Lots of protein. How do you think I've gotten so buff? Here," he said, holding out his hand, "Try some." Miles hesitated but Lombardo's strong hand was on the back of his neck urging him forward. Ryan lifted the offering to his father, who tentatively touched the puddle with the tip of his tongue. Finding the taste not at all unpleasant, he unreservedly lapped at his son's hand. Ryan funneled his fingers together and screwed them in and out of Miles' mouth while the father hungrily sucked at and licked them clean. "Ryan's got the sweetest tastin' boy cream, don't he Dad?" Lombardo cooed as he ran his work-calloused hands up and down Miles' flanks, his undeflated hard-on still riding along the small of the other man's back. Working his tongue between the boy's stubby fingers while observing the smoldering sensuality in his son's sky blue eyes Miles knew he wanted to taste that juice straight from the spout. He wanted to coax it up from the teen's magnificent tool and feel it spurting its life force into his mouth. He wanted to slosh it around, savoring the essence of the jock, before gulping it down. This morning Miles would never have considered such wanton thoughts. Now, he knew, the Baldwin family would never be the same. 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