Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2016 13:44:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon Royale <jon_royale@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baldwin & Sons 04: Doing the Daddy

BALDWIN & SONS 04:  DOING THE DADDY
by Jon Royale, May 2016

Author's Note: This chapter depicts graphic sexual relations between an
adult and youths. If you find that type of situation offensive it is
suggested you pass on the reading.  The author (whose personal proclicity
runs toward beef, not chicken) does not condone or in any way encourage the
actions of the adult depicted in this tale.  To ensure the future of this
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Young Lucas Baldwin was in a state of quandary.  He'd been in a deep funk
for nearly a week, taking his meals in his room and avoiding the rest of
the family at all costs.  Especially his father and jock brother Ryan.  He
explained to his mother and eldest brother Trey, the only two who ever
showed concern about his well-being, that he was buried under with a
special project.  Fully aware of his proclivity toward solitude while
networking with his friends as they sought their own advances in the cyber
world, they readily understood.  Lucas shuddered to think of the fall-out
if he revealed the true reason for his reclusiveness.

It was only a matter of days ago that the fifteen-year old tech geek
received the shock of his life.  He was playing secret agent with the spy
cams he'd set up around the house ever since his parents had provided room
and board to their ex-con handyman.  Distrustful of the nefarious Lombardo,
a wary Lucas had only meant to ascertain the man's current location on the
estate when he accessed the intrusive cameras he'd planted in the basement
guest room.  Lucas found the malefactor alright---having hard core
consensual sex with his father.  And, as if that weren't disturbing enough,
they were excitedly watching the image of Ryan out in the pool house doing
the same thing with the landscaping crew!

Never in his wildest imagining could Lucas conjure up such a scenario.  Yet
there they were, his handsome father and hunky brother, rutting like
animals right under this very roof and in the nearby pool house.  The idea
that they were engaging in illicit sex with the hired help---the male hired
help---made the boy's mind spin.  Although not especially close to his
father or brother Lucas would never have suspected them of engaging in
homosexual activities.  Dad was a wholesome, good-natured man with fair
good looks who'd been a sports enthusiast throughout his academic years, as
attested to by the many trophies and sports memorabilia displayed in his
study.  Ryan, a chip off the old block, was a younger version of the
thirty-seven year old.  The boy had inherited his father's blond haired,
blue-eyed appeal as well as his muscular physique and natural aptitude for
athletics.  Ryan was undoubtedly the most popular boy at their high school,
always surrounded by his jock friends or the cutest girls.

Lucas was nothing like his father or brother.  The lad was socially awkward
with a lean, wiry body, unruly dark blond hair and an annoying case of
acne.  The striking blue eyed trademark of the Baldwin clan was concealed
behind thick-lensed, oversized glasses. While his two older brothers sat
around the television in the family room loudly engaged in the game of the
week with their father Lucas remained up in his room locked into the cyber
world.  For most of his fifteen years the boy felt like an outcast, as if
he belonged to someone else's family.  Although favored by his mother he
felt totally out of touch with the male members.  They were all sun-kissed,
blue-eyed and white-blond with muscular, buff bodies and admired in their
social circles.  Lucas wouldn't be at all surprised if his younger brother,
Devyn, turned to be just like the father and other sons.

It all left Lucas with a desolate feeling of inadequacy.  He would never,
could never, be like the rest.  They were perfect in every way; he was
flawed.  It was a reality he'd carried for most of his years.  Until he'd
witnessed their shocking debauchery last week.  Suddenly his father and
brother weren't so virtuous.  In their own way they were just as imperfect
as he was.  And Lucas couldn't help but be aroused as he observed them
reveling in their lasciviousness.  He'd purposely remained up late every
night since, his laptop active and the hidden cameras in Lombardo's room
engaged.  Twice he'd witnessed Ryan, his formerly all-American brother,
steal into the jailbird's room and engage in raw, steamy sex with him.
Ryan appeared elated every time the able-bodied handyman sunk his tool deep
inside him.  Lucas took screen captures of the euphoric look on his slutty
brother's face while he was being fucked.  By now he had hundreds of them.

The ultimate shock came late last night when Lombardo and Ryan's sexual
interlude was unexpectedly interrupted.  Lucas' breath caught in his throat
when he saw his father, clad in his bath robe, enter the small room.  The
boy's heart beat wildly in his chest, certain there was about to be an
altercation.  But to his amazement Miles dropped his robe, revealing his
randy erection, and joined the two.  Lucas' jaw dropped as Miles fed his
penis to his son while the evil Lombardo continued to plunder his ass.
After a while they traded places and Miles was plunging his daddy dick in
and out of the teen's muscle hole while Ryan slobbered all over Lombardo's
huge appendage.  They went back and forth, each taking a turn at the strong
bubbled butt.  Then, in the most unbelievable act Lucas had thus far
witnessed in his young life, the Sicilian and his father sat on the bed
facing each other with Lombardo's hairy thighs propped atop Miles' smooth
gams.  Lombardo held their dicks together in his work calloused paws, his
uncircumcised tool towering above the blond man's by at least four inches.
Ryan stepped between the two, his muscular quadriceps flaring as he slowly
squatted over the two man cocks.  Just as Lombardo's unsheathed helmet
kissed his nether regions the convict pressed some sort of vial to Ryan's
nose.  The teen inhaled deeply and a rush of euphoria enveloped his
handsome face.  His high, well-rounded butt pressed down, swallowing up
first Lombardo's, then his father's, man meat.  He ground that big muscle
ass around, posting himself on the double dongs until they had completely
disappeared from view.  And then he began to bounce, his hips undulating as
he rode them like the two stallions they were.

Lucas lost it then and there, ejaculating heavily into his boxers without
even touching himself.  Guiltily he powered off his laptop, too shamed by
his excitement to watch any further.  He slept little, the images of his
well-liked, sports jock brother having illicit sex with the known felon and
his own father firmly embedded in his memory.  Later in the night he
detected the sounds of their shuffling feet as they finally made their way
back to their own rooms, his father slipping into bed next to Lucas' mother
even after fucking his own son.

All these new, reprehensible activities and the conflicting emotions they
stirred in him weighed heavily upon young Lucas who, the following
afternoon, found himself at the home of his best friend "Ollie".  Oliver
Harris was, like him, a social pariah.  He had no real friends other that
Lucas and the few others like them.  Whereas Lucas was reed thin, young
Ollie's excessive girth made him an easy target for bullying.  The teen was
grossly overweight and painfully unattractive.  His eyes were pin points in
a fleshy face, his nose resembled a pig's snout and his lips were overly
large with the bottom one jutting.  He had a double chin, seemingly intent
on working towards a third and his belly hung down between his chunky
thighs when seated.  But the kid was already a master hacker and put tech
savvy Lucas to shame with what he could do on a keyboard.

Ollie instantly knew something was troubling his best friend.  Lucas
shrugged, hemmed and hawed around the subject, and averted Ollie's
inquisitive eyes at all costs.  But Ollie was persistent; his abundant
insecurities leading him to believe that he'd in some way offended his one
and only buddy.  To the contrary, what he was about to discover was
something which was destined to alter his mundane existence forever.

"Can I trust you, Ollie?  I mean, really trust you?" Lucas was saying, the
uncertainty obvious behind the thick lenses of his glasses.

"Course you can," Ollie obligatorily replied, his eyes wide as they could
possibly be in his flabby face, certain he was on the brink of some major
discovery.

"This is something you can't tell anyone.  Not anyone," Lucas went on,
still hedging.  "I've got to be sure you won't ever let this get out."

"Luke, you know you can trust me," Ollie reassured him.  "We've been best
buddies all through school.  Who else do we have but each other?"

Lucas knew Ollie was right.  They, along with a handful of others, were
social misfits.  The ones who haunted darkened corners at the school dance.
The ones who warmed the bench during Phys Ed.  The ones who deliberately
avoided attention.  The ones who lived out their lives in the safety of
their rooms.  The ones who were always more bold and alluring in chat rooms
than they could ever be in real life.  It was a blessing they had found
each other; otherwise they would be quite alone in an already lonely world.
Ollie's family practically mirrored Lucas' own.  Although not nearly as
wealthy as the Baldwin's, the Harris' were definitely upper middle class.
Mr. Harris was a handsome, well-built military man; Mrs. Harris was an
attractive attorney with a well-known firm in Manhattan.  Their petite
daughter, Caitlyn, was an honor roll student.  And then there was Ollie.

Oliver was looking at Lucas expectantly, anticipating the great reveal.  He
couldn't imagine what could be so sensitive that he practically had to take
a blood oath never to divulge.  Lucas appeared uncertain and, for a moment,
Ollie thought his best friend would decide to hold on to his own secret.
But then he was retrieving a flash drive from deep in the pocket of his
shorts.  He held it in a slightly trembling hand and looked at it warily
for a moment before gingerly handing it over to Ollie.  Oliver was as full
of curiosity as he had ever been.  Perhaps it would be better if he didn't
know what was contained on that flash drive.

"Remember," Lucas told him in a shaky voice, "you promised."

Oliver nodded and turned to his laptop, pausing apprehensively before
slipping the drive into its port.  After selecting the view pictures option
he gasped aloud when the screen filled with the image of two naked,
muscular men.  He looked over to Lucas inquisitively.  "Just keep clicking
forward," Lucas told him in a hushed tone.  The fat boy's pudgy fingers
pressed the arrow to advance and saw another jpeg of one fair-skinned stud
on all fours atop a bed while the other was obviously fucking him from
behind.  As he continued clicking the images appeared faster and faster
until he abruptly halted, went backwards by two and gasped, "That's your
father!  And---and Lombardo!"

Lucas' young jaw was set firmly as he nodded his head affirmatively.
"That's not all.  Keep going," he said tersely.

Oliver's hands were sweating as he maneuvered through the photos, one more
scandalous than the last.  In some of them he could plainly see Lombardo's
incredibly long penis as it moved in and out of Lucas' father's asshole.
Then, abruptly, the photo set changed to a new location.  Now there were
four players, three Mexicans and---could it be?  Was that---?  Oliver
gasped again when he recognized the buffed stud sucking two cocks and being
fucked by a third as none other than Lucas' older brother, Ryan!  He rifled
through the remaining screen captures, hundreds of them, memorializing the
encounters of that day and every time since, ending with the incestuous
threesome last evening.  The sight of adulated jock stud Ryan being reamed
by his equally attractive father had Ollie squeezing the growth which had
sprung up between his meaty thighs.

The boy was as shocked----and exhilarated---as he had ever been.
Mr. Baldwin was a red-blooded, all-American Alpha Male.  He and Oliver's
father went to local college football games together with the rest of the
neighborhood dads.  Ryan, like his older brother Trey, was the all-star
high school jock, seemingly with a different girlfriend every other week.
Neither one of them exhibited any signs of being anything but straight.
But there was no mistaking what either of them was doing in Lucas'
voluminous photo set.  For years Ollie had secretly lusted after Lucas'
older brother, attending home games out of his interest in Ryan, not the
sport.  He'd masturbated countless times envisioning himself as a slimmer,
more attractive teen engaging in all sorts of sexual encounters with the
handsome athlete.  Seeing Ryan completely naked with all these mature men
doing to him what Ollie had always wanted to do caused the fat boy to
quiver with excitement.

"H-how did you get these?" he managed.

"Cams I installed in Lombardo's room," Lucas explained.  "You know I never
trusted him.  I knew he was up to something.  I had to find out---to
protect the family.  The others ones, in the pool house, were already
there.  They just hadn't been used in a long while.  Didn't take me much to
tap into them."

Ollie was impressed.  His eyes were still trained on the final frame, an
image of Ryan licking clean the two cocks that had just plundered his tight
jock ass.  He could almost feel the superstar's licker gliding over the
head of his desperate dick and knew he'd have a glorious jerk-off session
once Lucas was gone.

"Luke, I---I don't know what to say.  What are you thinking?"

"It's Lombardo!"  the boy declared.  "He's done something to them.  I don't
know what.  I don't know how.  But I know it's all because of Lombardo."

Oliver shook his head.  "I don't know.  I mean, these are only pictures.
But it sure didn't look to me like your brother or dad was being forced to
do anything."

"But it's not just pictures," Lucas announced and, reaching around Ollie,
clicked on another folder.  In short order the media player opened and live
footage of the pool house encounter appeared on the screen like a home
movie.  Aghast, Oliver watched as Ryan went through the slutty motions of
servicing the three Mexicans.  He slurped on their cocks, took them up his
ass and devoured their cum like a whore.  If Oliver hadn't been star struck
before, he was now.

Oliver was left speechless when the video capture ended.  What was there to
say?  Although he wasn't close to either of them, they were still the boy's
father and brother.  It was little wonder Lucas had been in such a deep
funk.  But how could he console his best friend when he was titillated by
the raunchy things he'd just seen?  He could feel his hard cock pounding
under his belly over-hang and longed to stroke it while visions of Ryan
floated through his mind.

"Luke, I get why this has you so twisted," he came up with.

"But that's not all of it.  Not really," Lucas replied sheepishly.

"Well, like, what else is there?" Ollie asked slowly.  What else could
there possibly be besides finding your macho father and hero brother
fucking and sucking other guys?

Lucas looked away and fell silent for a few moments before responding.
"It's that, well, I didn't mean to.  I don't know what came over me.  I
mean, I didn't intend to.  But----"

Oliver could plainly see that Lucas was still very much conflicted.  "But
what?"

"I jerked off."  He said it in a gush of breath.  "The first time and every
time I've watched them I got such a hard-on, Ollie, that I jerked off.
Jeez, I've ejaculated like never before!  It's twisted.  It's perverted.
But it's so, so----"

"Hot!"  Ollie finished for him.  "Dude, I'm sporting a boner right now
myself.  I get that your upset about this Lombardo and whatever influence
you think he might have over the household. But, sorry, it's hot!"

"But what are they doing to my Mom?" the teen moaned, rising from his
seated position and pacing the floor with his head in hands.  "She doesn't
deserve to be deceived like this.  Not by her own husband.  And Lombardo.
She took him into our house with good faith.  Misguided, but altruistic.
And this is how he repays her kindness.  Oh, Ollie, what am I going to do?"

"I think you've got a more immediate problem on your hands," the other boy
told him.

Lucas' anxious stride came to a halt.  "What?" he asked, frustration
obvious in his voice. Oliver cleared his throat and pointed.  Lucas
followed his direction and saw the front of his shorts tented outward.
"Oh, no!" he cried, slapping himself against the forehead and falling back
onto the bed.  "You see?"

Oliver chewed on his protruding lower lip for a moment.  Chances were slim
to nothing he'd ever have his way with hunkalicious Ryan.  But his brother,
another Baldwin and Oliver's best friend, was stretched across his bed with
an aching boner.  It was a gamble.  He could lose the one true friend he
had.  But Lucas was vulnerable and such an opportunity might never arise
again.

Working deftly, he transferred output from laptop to the giant screen
television mounted to the wall facing his bed and replayed the shocking
video from the beginning.  Lucas was still bemoaning the misfortunes of his
family, unaware of what the other boy had done. Oliver hoisted his big bulk
from the chair and mounted the bed beside his buddy.  The mattress heaved
considerably as he made himself comfortable, resting on one side.  While
Lucas wept crocodile tears Oliver tenderly squeezed his arm, brushed a
carefree lock of hair from his forehead and ran a hand in a circular motion
over his chest, all the while assuring him that everything would be
alright.

His comforting hand traveled lower over the concave surface of the thin
teen's belly.  Just when realization struck Lucas of the compromising
position they were both in Oliver boldly grasped hold of his organ.  Lucas
shot up on his elbows.  "Ollie!" he gasped.  "What do you think you're
doing?"

"It's okay," Oliver reassured him, although inside he was trembling.
"Buddies our age help each other out all the time."

"Oh, yeah?" Lucas countered.  "Who exactly have you helped out?"

Oliver thought a moment.  "Well, nobody."  Then, quickly, "But I've heard
that lots of guys our age do."

Lucas focused on the debauchery taking place on the large screen.  A
greasy-haired, overweight Mexican had his face buried in Ryan's jock ass,
eating him like it was pussy; while another---quite his opposite in
appearance---was fucking the boy's mouth.  As much as he was repulsed by
the shenanigans of his brother---and father---Lucas couldn't help but be
sexually aroused.  His bat was twitching stiff as it had been when he first
saw the raunchy sexcapades and nearly every night since.  He knew he should
stop Ollie but someone's---anyone's---hand other than his own felt great
for a change.  Besides, the fat boy was not just his best friend but the
only one who knew of his special "problem."

Lucas' lack of resistance encouraged the slightly nervous Oliver.  His
chubby hand more deliberately caressed the noticeable outline of the other
boy's fabled meat through the material of his strained shorts.  Looking up
at his one, his only, friend he noticed the slight film of nervous sweat
which had broken out above his succulent upper lip.  Ollie himself was
anxious as he'd ever been but bravely, perhaps for the first time, failed
to allow it to deter him.  He rubbed his buddy's prick, watching it stretch
further and further until it was trapped by the waist band of his shorts,
angrily thudding against them for release.  Ollie obliged by unsnapping and
unzipping the confining pouch, jerking back with a startled gasp when the
monstrous appendage sprung forth.

Lucas had shyly warned him about his abnormality but there was nothing
could prepare the adventurous teen for the behemoth sprouting from his
buddy's loins.  The boy had the cock of a pony!  It was well over a foot
long, thick as the stump of a tree with elephantine, rope-like veins
maddeningly pulsing along its bloated shaft.  The enormous head, the shape
of some mutant fruit, was split by a huge fleshy piss-slit, already gaping
widely and oozing teen spirit.

For a split second Ollie's eyes registered fear but he quickly composed
himself, knowing how sensitive Lucas was about his self-diagnosed
malformation.  Personally, Ollie found nothing repulsive about Lucas'
massive boy meat.  It was a wonder, something he wished he possessed.  If
only that donkey dick was sprouting from his own loins!  He wouldn't just
be the blubber boy of the ninth grade.  He'd be the corpulent scholar
bearing the most colossal cock.  The rowdy jocks would bow down to him with
admiration.  The perky cheerleaders would fantasize about him ravishing
their pretty pussies.  Even Ryan, the idolized Ryan he'd just witnessed
fucking and sucking on screen, would kill to have his monstrosity plowing
his tight jock butt.

As visions of imaged conquests filtered through Ollie's fertile imagination
he tentatively reached out and grasped hold of the monstrous beast.  The
gigantic hunk of meat jumped at the first touch of the other boy and a gob
of translucent seminal fluid pulsed from those deep, fleshy piss lips.
Leaning back on his elbows, Lucas watched through widened bespectacled
eyes, his jaw gone slack, as his buddy attempted to wrap his hand around
the sizeable girth.  It was futile; the teen's dick was simply too wide to
be handled by a single fondling hand.  Without letting go of the
over-sized, throbbing trunk Ollie got up on his knees and, with a little
effort, crawled between the spread of Lucas' thighs.  Directly facing his
friend the over-anxious chub took the mighty ramrod in both hands.  An
intense heat emanated from the incredible hardness as Ollie moved one hand
up, the other down the whopping maleness.  He traced the huge, bulging cord
on the underside of the tremendous prick with the sweaty palm of one hand
while the other, having reached the peak, glided over the huge knob.  Lucas
sighed huskily, his slim body shivering, as Oliver massaged his sensitive
dome.

"Gosh, Lucas," the overweight teen exclaimed, "it's a beauty!"

"D-do you r-really think so?" Lucas managed uncertainly.

"Sure is!  Don't know what you've been so worried about.  Any guy would be
proud to have a cock like yours!"  His beady eyes sparkled in their folds
of flesh as his hands worked Lucas' prominent prick.  The more he toyed
with it the bigger and fatter it seemed to grow.  A virtual stream of teen
lube was now leaking from the super-sized head, lubricating the massive
shaft for Olivier's relentless hand job.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Oliver had to ask, "Do you know how
big it actually is?"

Almost shyly Lucas responded, "Fourteen and a quarter."

"And a quarter," Oliver repeated incredulously, smacking his blubbery lips.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"  His eyes were trained on
the clear, gooey jewels oozing from Lucas' cock snout.  Showing nary a
moment of indecision he swooped in and swiped his tongue over the leaking
target.  Startled, Lucas' hips reflexively shot upward, the movement
effectively thrusting his colossal mushroom into the other boy's mouth.
Ollie gulped it up, securing his plump lips under the shelf-like ridge of
his buddy's corona.  He sucked on the fruit-sized head like it was his
favorite popsicle, the nectar of Lucas' pre-cum more succulent than the
most saccharin-enhanced dessert.

Lucas drew himself up on the bed, dug his heels into the mattress and came
up on the palms of his hands.  He was shocked at what Ollie had taken upon
himself to do---almost as shocked as by the sexual hijinks of his father
and brother.  But what his buddy's mouth was doing felt so very good.  For
most of his life he'd been ashamed of his abnormal appendage, hiding it
from everyone and existing within his own misery, fearful that he'd never
experience a satisfying sex life like normal guys.  But Ollie wasn't
repulsed by his oversized organ.  Not at all.  He'd cooed words of
admiration before lovingly kissing it and salaciously attacking it with his
mouth.

Ollie came up smacking his lips.  As his hands continued to pump the
monstrosity he looked Lucas in the eye and casually asked, "You don't mind,
do you, Luke?  I mean, is it okay if I play with it?"

Okay?!  Just when Lucas had resolved that he was a shameful freak show here
was his best friend anxious to handle his outrageous boyhood.  "O-only if
you really want to," he managed in a small voice.

"If I want to?" the chubby boy repeated incredulously.  "Who wouldn't?"
And, with that, he dove back on Lucas' prominent protuberance.  Up until
now Lucas didn't think anyone would show interest in his deformity.  But in
a matter of a few fateful minutes Ollie was doing wonders for his
self-confidence.

Oliver stretched his mouth wide over the fleshy corona, his jowly features
somewhat distorted by the effort.  His warm tongue slithered over Lucas'
gigantic knob, the blunt tip probing into his leaking meatus and teasing
the bundle of nerves which made up the boy's frenulum.  As he manipulated
it between his lips Ollie's hands continued to stroke up and down the
colossal prong, its bulging deep-blue veins like road bumps against his
sweaty palms.  The entire thing was incredibly thick and heavy; Ollie
figured it to weigh in at anywhere between five to ten pounds.

Ollie's eyes squinted tightly in their fleshy folds as he bore down on the
whopper, valiantly attempting to accommodate more in the cavern of his
mouth.  Tiny tears sprung from the corners as he fed himself more and more
of the immense horse-cock.  Noisy grunts and gurgles emitted from his cock
stuffed hole while his lips stretched like rubber bands over the scorching
teen meat.  But he desperately wanted it, knowing full well he could never
have all of it, but determined to devour all he could.  White spots flashed
before his eyes as the fat knob blocked the opening to his throat.  With at
least four ankle-thick inches, inclusive of the apple-sized head, wedged
between his straining lips Ollie began frantically sucking.  The nostrils
in his pug nose flared wide, giving himself even more of a hog-like
appearance, as he sucked in oxygen.

His hands pumped along the incredible dimensions, his arms already strained
by the long journey from his lips to the trunk-like base with its heavy,
gnarled roots.  It felt alive: a throbbing beast acting against the will of
its master.  Oliver sucked almost viciously on the wondrous prick,
swallowing wave after wave of leaking pre-cum with an unconstrained lust.
Although he'd fantasized numerous times this was his first time actually
servicing a cock.  Most times it had been Ryan on the receiving end of his
worship.  Ryan who he had tongue-bathed from head to toe.  Ryan who he had
romantically kissed.  Ryan whose dick he sucked, whose ass he ate.  Ryan
who spread his athletic thighs and allowed him to fuck him up the ass.  But
reality with Lucas proved to be more satisfying then his wildest dreams of
the boy's older brother.

Lucas shuddered from head to toe as Oliver did things to him he'd only
dreamed about.  All his masturbating and fucking the pillows were nothing
compared to a wet, warm mouth suctioning off his mean erection.  He was so
thoroughly aroused he wanted to thrust himself into Ollie's mouth, shove
his monstrosity down the other boy's throat and fuck him hard.  But he knew
he was huge and would never fit, at least without doing his buddy some real
damage.  All he could do was lean back on his forearms and enjoy the
incredible sensations spiraling through his lanky young body.

Young as he was, and with this being his first time, Lucas quickly
succumbed to the blinding pleasures of Oliver's feisty blow job.  His thin
frame went rigid and his breath grew short.  Lucas knew what was coming,
something so frightening and yet wonderful at the same time.  He attempted
to push Ollie off in a futile attempt to stop the approaching onslaught but
he was a race car without brakes.  As his body quivered, shook and trembled
Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth and let out a long
guttural growl.  An explosive jet of hot boy cum shot from his cock head
straight down Oliver's esophagus, followed by another and another.  As the
fat boy sputtered and choked the enormous dick wrestled free from his
mouth, still spouting its tidal wave of joy juice all over his face and
hair.  Lucas bucked and writhed on the bed, his head agonizingly tossing
from side to side while his cannon continued to fire.  Oliver still held
the hot gun in both hands, aiming it at his open mouth so he could catch
each huge spurt.  Lucas' cum tasted infinitely better than his own and he
greedily drank straight from the spout, almost as if devouring Baldwin
semen would transform him from a fat troll to a handsome Prince.

Stunned by the force of Lucas' orgasm Oliver kept up with him, jerking on
his club and being a human repository for his hot load.  Even after the
heavy surges died down to a slow trickle he continued to feast on Lucas,
sucking the remaining drops from his cockhead and licking his unit clean.
Satisfied that Lucas was washed he went to work on himself, wiping semen
from his drenched face and licking it from his fingers.

It was a few minutes before Lucas managed to come down from his thunderous
orgasm. Laying there across the bed he sheepishly looked over to a
cum-soaked Oliver.  "You okay, Ollie?" he asked.

Oliver's eyes opened wide.  "Okay?  Are you kidding me, Luke?  That was
fantastic!  I came in my pants just from sucking you!"

Lucas' eyes trained on Oliver's crotch and, sure enough, he could see the
widening wet spot in the front of his shorts.  His gaze trailed past Oliver
to the widescreen television mounted on the wall.  During their session the
scene had changed and now Lombardo was forcefully fucking Ryan during one
of their late night sessions.  Lucas' big dick throbbed, still full of
fight.

"Ollie," he addressed the other boy.  "W-would you do that again?"





Only a short drive, possibly a half hour's walk from the Baldwin estate,
was the lesser grandiose home of the McCabe family.  Although without as
much acreage it still required some degree of maintenance.  Nola and
Redmond McCabe weren't nearly as well-to-do as Delia Coolidge Baldwin;
thusly a salaried landscaping crew like Morales & Son was out of the
question.  Redmond, or "Red" as he was known by most, did most of the
outdoor work himself.  It wasn't as if he really minded.  Like his buddy
Miles Baldwin Redmond worked out of his home while Dr. Nola spent much time
at her practice.  The bearded man ran a decent enough little business, but
it hardly required all his time.  Tending to the lawn and garden and seeing
to everyday household chores easily fit into the gregarious Irishman's
everyday routine.

To meet Redmond McCabe one would never take him for an accomplished house
husband.  He looked more like the redneck fan you'd meet at a monster truck
rally rather than the family man comparison shopping at the local market.
He was a big man, although not fat, who enjoyed his food and beer.  Always
the loudest voice at neighborhood gatherings and family functions, Red was
known for his jovial, good nature.  Nola, a rather quiet woman, was often
embarrassed by her husband's boisterousness in the company of her
colleagues.  But everyone seemed to appreciate Red's overly amiable
personality, although privately they wondered how the marriage between two
total opposites survived.

A special project which required someone with a bit of knowledge about
brick laying brought the Baldwin's handyman, Lombardo, to the McCabe home.
Redmond, always conscious of labor costs, requested the ex-convict's
services.  With Miles' blessing Lombardo was easily up for a little
moonlighting---and some extra cash.  Repairs to the low-lying wall
surrounding the rear patio would only take a day, possibly two.

Redmond picked up Lombardo mid-morning and brought him over to the McCabe
home.  All supplies had already been delivered and awaited Lombardo's
attention.  After thoughtfully inviting Lombardo to partake of any
refreshments he could find in the open garage's refrigerator, Redmond gave
the man an easygoing slap to his back and left him to his work.  Lombardo
watched the big man round the side of the house through dark, piercing eyes
and then set to his task.  Stripping down to his wife-beater, the muscular
Sicilian donned a pair of work gloves and went to work with hammer and
chisel, removing the damaged portions for later replacement.  In short
order his mighty biceps were shining with sweat under the high morning
sun's rays and after an hour's work his t-shirt was moist.  Slipping it
over his head he wiped at his hairy armpits and ran it over his tautly
muscled chest as he made his way to the garage for a much-needed drink.

He was about to round the corner to the garage opening when he spotted a
bike rider leave the roadway and come down the drive.  Quickly stepping
back he remained concealed from this newcomer, who maneuvered his bicycle
into the garage.  Inquisitively poking his head around the corner Lombardo
watched the young boy park his bike on its kickstand and head directly into
the house.  With the coast clear Lombardo sauntered over to the
refrigerator, surveyed the contents and settled on bottled water.
Unscrewing the cap he took a long draw of the refreshing liquid, wiping the
back of a hand across his whisker-framed lips.  His eyes were fixed on the
bicycle, which he instantly recognized as belonging to young Devyn Baldwin.
While there was certainly nothing suspect about the boy visiting his
friend, Redmond's son, Lombardo found the familiarity perplexing.  The boy
hadn't even bothered to announce his arrival, just letting himself into the
home as though he belonged.  His brows creased with wonder, he took another
drag of the water, shrugged it off and turned to resume his job.

Devyn stealthily made his way through the McCabe pantry into the main body
of the house.  Hearing the television in the family room located to the
rear Dev was reasonably certain Mr. McCabe was engrossed in his favorite
afternoon political program.  Quietly he crept up the back stairway and
down the second story hallway to young Terence's room.  Terence, having
anticipated his visit, was standing looking out the window.

Devyn shut the door behind him, announcing his arrival, and threw up his
hands.  In a hushed tone he said, "What the fuck, Ter?  You're not ready!"

Terence looked down at the floor sheepishly.  "I don't know about this,
Devyn.  I think I'm scared."

"You big pussy!" the other boy spat.  "We've been planning this for over a
week.  You're not chickening out now!"  With that he began removing his
clothes.

"But, Devyn----".  Clearly the boy was nervous.

"Strip!" Devyn ordered and Terence begrudgingly obeyed.  "You're gonna be
glad you listened to me once we get started!"  Shirts, shorts, briefs,
socks and shoes were removed, Devyn's scattered around the room while
Terence's were neatly placed on the bed.

"C-can I practice on you once more before we---you know, do it," Terence
asked, showing his lack of self-confidence.

"We been practicing all week," Devyn shot back with annoyance.  "You don't
need any more practice.  Now, come on."  He opened the door and strode out
into the hallway bareassed, turning to make certain Terence was behind him.
The kid was biting a nail and appeared uncomfortable roaming the halls in
the nude.  Retracing his steps, Devyn took him by the hand and said again,
"Come on."

Together they went downstairs, maneuvered the hallway and stopped at the
entrance to the family room.  Peeking around the corner they both could see
the back of Redmond's red head as he sat there engrossed in his show.
Cupping a hand against his mouth Devyn whispered into Terence's ear, "Now
remember what you have to do."  And then, leaving the nervous boy standing
there, he casually strode into the room.  Showing no hesitation he came
around the side of the sofa.

"Hey, fucker," he greeted.  Redmond automatically turned to face the voice
and his mouth dropped when he saw the beautiful blond-haired boy standing
there in all his naked splendor.

"Devyn!  What you doing here?" he asked, stunned by the intrusion.

"I was in the neighborhood," Devyn responded, coming up on him and taking
hold of the remote to silence the television.  "Figured you needed to suck
some boy dick."

"Devyn, Terence is in the house.  He's right upstairs," Redmond told him in
a hushed tone as he began to rise.  Devyn quickly pushed him back against
the cushions and stepped up onto the sofa facing him, one foot planted to
either side and his already-growing boydick inches from his face.

"Then you better get your big mouth stuffed, fucker.  Now suck!"  The
bearded man thought to object but the teen's smooth stiffie slapping the
whiskers to each side of his face and trailing over his gums proved too
much for the jaded boy lover to resist.  Opening his maw he noisily sucked
the roving pecker inside and swallowed it down to the nearly-bald root.

"Yeah, yeah!  That's it, fucker!" Devyn giddily cheered him on.  "Eat that
school boy meat!"  He instantly began haphazardly thrusting his hips,
slamming his dick in and out of the grown man's mouth with an urgency akin
to the young.  But Redmond wasn't complaining.  It was the way he liked his
boys to take charge.  And there was none could handle the job better than
Devyn Baldwin.




Ever since the boy chanced to encounter him in the bunk house earlier this
summer he'd become the thirteen-year-old's obedient sex slave.  Red was one
of two camp counselors.  While his co-counselor, a fifty-something
old-school Boy Scout type, was engaging their charges in game by the lake
Red excused himself on the pretext of a bathroom call.  Instead of the
latrine, Redmond excitedly made his way to the boy's dorm to engage in his
favorite perversion.  Quickly he discovered twelve year old Timmy Hawkins's
discarded briefs and enthusiastically brought them to his face.  He inhaled
deeply from the pouch and seat, thrilled by the telltale boy musk.  Quickly
he freed his adult cock and began jerking his stiff rod as he reveled in
the funky underwear of the young boy.  He never considered the likelihood
of one of the boy's returning to camp, as Devyn Baldwin had.  He didn't
even know how long the cute kid had been standing there watching him before
he realized he was no longer alone.

While Redmond froze in horror, the other kid's undies still clutched in his
big paw, Devyn tentatively came down the center aisle separating the rows
of cots to stand before the bigger man.  His innocent blue eyes looked up
into Redmond's frightened orbs, then journeyed down to the man's heavily
leaking prick.  After a moment of seeming uncertainty he reached out and
took it in his small hand.  Redmond gasped aloud and stumbled back a step
at the young teen's provocative touch.  Devyn began gliding his hand up and
down the stiff rod, sweetly asking Redmond if that was the way he was doing
it.  Swallowing hard, Redmond told him that he shouldn't be doing this but
Devyn quickly countered with the fact that Red shouldn't have been smelling
Timmy's briefs.  As he worked the man's turgid meat he questioned Redmond's
actions, then came to his own conclusion about the counselor liking teen
boys.  Trembling with combined fear and lust, and with his cock about to
burst, Redmond was unable to offer anything more than a grunt.

Then Devyn was asking if he wanted to see his peeps.  Before Redmond could
even process the query Devyn had dropped his shorts and briefs down under
his bald nutsac. With a sharp intake of breath Redmond's eyes flared as he
gaped at the stunning six inch stiffie sprouting up from the boy's hairless
groin.  The boy invited him to touch it.  And Redmond so badly wanted to.
He already knew he was in a serious predicament.  There would be no way of
explaining what the kid had seen him doing in that bunk house.  He'd been
caught in the act of masturbating while sniffing one of his young charge's
soiled underwear.  With his perverse quirk exposed he'd be ostracized by
friends and family.  Accepting Devyn's request would only compound an
already explosive situation.  But the Baldwin boy was so beautiful, a
perfect blond-haired, blue-eyed specimen of teen spirit.  He was such a
nice boy, always polite and respectful.  For years Red had secretly perved
after his buddy Miles' youngest son, his own son's best friend.  Only in
his most deviant fantasies would he have anticipated them being together,
cocks bared, with young Devyn making such an irresistible invitation.  It
was more than an overly deprived degenerate like Redmond could endure.
With quivering hand he gingerly took hold of Devyn's smooth pricklet, a
wave of lust instantly enveloping him from scalp to sole.  Devyn encouraged
him in a little boy's voice, assuring him it was alright to play with his
pee-pee.

And Redmond did.  Gliding his thick adult hand up and down the slick,
polished surface of Devon's enticing boy cock he pumped the beguiling unit.
Voluminous mature cock snot leaked from Redmond's piss hole, pooling on the
floor between his legs as he toyed with his young charge's peter.  He
caressed the heated hardness under its silk-like skin, exploring it with
his big paw as if it was the first dick he'd ever handled.  When Devyn then
proposed he kiss it Redmond's lower lip began to tremble.  Incoherent
whimpering sounds came from the man as he feebly fought the temptation.
Just one taste, he convinced himself as he sat back on the nearest cot.
Taking young Devyn by the hips he moved the boy into position.  With the
beautiful teen cock directly in line with his bearded face Redmond opened
his mouth, stuck out his tongue and took a long, tasty swipe up the
underside of Devyn's cock.

Had he not been so entranced by the kid Redmond might have wondered why
Devyn had been speaking to him all this time as if he was six rather than
thirteen, an eighth-grader one year away from high school.  Devyn had
perfected the act of innocent school boy, convinced that was the way to
snare a perv like McCabe.  Now that the man had taken the bait he was free
to drop the act.  Grabbing fists full of the man's rust-colored hair he
thrust his hips forward, shoving his hardness deep into Red's mouth.  A
litany of vulgarities spewed from his lips as he fucked Redmond's face, his
nuts whipping to and fro and colliding with the adult's bearded chin.
Redmond was both shocked and aroused by the words the boy used as he
enthusiastically pumped his boy meat in and out.  He grabbed hands full of
teen buttocks, squeezing and kneading as he moaned around the randy dick
battering his face hole.  And when the kid writhed and bucked through his
dry orgasm Redmond shot a volley of dad cum high up in the space between
them.



It was only a few weeks ago he'd been introduced to the perilous pleasures
of Devyn Baldwin and now, once again, he was privileged to be feasting on
the young teen's dick.  The blond boy was rabbit fucking his mouth with all
the urgency of youth, having not yet learned the pleasure in prolonging his
experience.  His six hard inches battered Redmond's tonsils, painting his
tongue with sweet pre-cum.  Redmond relished the flavor of the boy's
excited leakage; the young ones always tasted fresh and pure.  He ran his
tongue along the underside of the smooth teen prick and piggishly sucked on
it as it ravaged his face hole.

"That's it!  Suck it, you fuckin' perv!" Devyn ordered, shoving his cock
knob to the back of Redmond's throat.  "You like this shit, don't you?
Take that cock, bitch!"

Redmond mumbled around Devyn's battering rod, attempting to warn him about
lowering his voice since Terrence was present in another part of the house.
But Devyn kept his mouth constantly stuffed with raging boy meat, rendering
him unable to articulate.  Redmond's big daddy hands were on Devyn's pink
ass cheeks, kneading the soft supple skin as they moved to and fro with his
fucking exertions.

"You wanna get fucked with this dick, don't ya, you cock whore?"  Redmond
groaned his desire, bringing a self-satisfied smirk to Devyn's face.
Winking at the astonished boy watching them from the archway he went on,
"Take out your big dick, fucker.  You know you want to jerk it while you
eat my dick.  Go on!"

Redmond readily obeyed, unzipping his shorts, pulling them down to
mid-thigh and releasing his fat stud prick.  The meaty head was already
oozing an ample amount of pre-cum.  Red stroked his big, pulsing cock and
pulled on his hairy sac while he allowed his mouth to be abused by the
young boy's delicious meat.

With a toss of his head Devyn beckoned a wide-eyed Terrence forward.
Terrence moved as if in a trance, gliding across the space between them.
Coming around the sofa he stood before them, his eyes glued on his father's
gleaming prick.  Devyn looked back over his shoulder at the other boy and
mouthed him some encouragement.  They had gone too far for Terrence to back
out at this crucial point in their well-rehearsed seduction.  To Devyn's
delight his young friend began to move, dropping to his knees and crawling
closer to the edge of the sofa.

"Take that dick, you filthy whore!" he bellowed needlessly, for Red was
milking his boy meat for all his worth.  Even if he boy came, treating him
to a mouthful of ambrosial teen semen he knew Devyn would still be up for a
fuck.  It was one of the privileges of playing with young ones; they were
ever-hard with a seemingly limitless supply of hot cum.

Sucking hard on the boy's luscious bone Redmond was startled when he felt a
pair of hands take hold of his dick.  Puzzled, he looked upward at Devyn,
whose own hands were to either side of him on the back of the sofa.  His
stroking paw touched the small hand which was now moving up and down his
twitching prick.  He felt the thin wrist and traveled partway up the
intruder's arm, assuring himself that it was not the limb of a man but
another boy.  Confused, he attempted to extricate himself from Devyn's
forceful mouth fuck.

Giddy with delight at how things were turning out Devyn shoved himself deep
in Redmond's mouth and ground his dick around in the dripping maw.  All at
once he lost it, unloading jets of hot cream into the adult man's mouth.
Taken off guard Redmond choked on the boy slime at first but quickly
recouped and thirstily savored the tasty load.

"Shootin' my shit in your cock suckin, boy lovin' mouth!  Yeah, slut, eat
my fuckin' load!"  The words seemed to encourage the faceless stranger, who
was now more rapidly using both hands on the man's chunky rod.  Devyn fed
the bearded man load after load of fuckjuice, deliberately holding him at
bay so he could further ponder the identity of the interloper.  Once his
balls had been drained, for now, he forced Redmond to lap his dick clean
before stepping back.

"H-hi Daddy," Terrence greeted from his place between the redhead's legs.

"TERRENCE!" The boy's father was shocked to discover it was his own son who
had been, and was now, fondling his dick while he had been used as a
receptacle for Devyn's sex.

"That's right, slut!"  Devyn plopped down on the sofa alongside Redmond,
his ever-ready dick still hard even after his ball draining session.
"Terrence decided he wanted to play, too.  Isn't that right, Terr?"

Terrence just smiled, a trifle nervously, in return.  It was obvious the
boy was fascinated by the adult dick he was pumping in his small hands.
His eyes widened in wonder when his father, perversely aroused by the
incestuous scenario, began oozing more pre-cum from the tip of his rod.
Terrence's pale palm brushed over the head, smearing the rich goo over the
sensitive glans and causing Redmond to shudder.

"Go on 'n show him what else you can do," Devyn urged as he stroked his own
boy cock.

After mere seconds of uncertainty, Terrence held his father's meat by the
hairy base and took the throbbing member into his mouth.  He wrapped his
lips under the ridge of Redmond's heavily leaking helmet and aggressively
sucked on it.  Dickjuice bubbled up more rapidly from the excited sex tool,
coating Terrence's flicking tongue.  The teen cooed his appreciation as he
savored the manly flavor of his father.  The blunt tip of his tongue dug
into the fleshy slit, prompting another surge of tasty cock snot.  The
boy's hands worked up and down his father's pulsing rod as he milked the
fleshy cockhead with fervor.

"Terrence!" Redmond gushed breathily.  "No.  You shouldn't.  I'm your
father!"  But, despite his protestation, the man made no move to put an end
to his boy's scandalous actions.

"Who the fuck you kidding?" Devyn laughed, grasping hold of one of
Redmond's hardened nipples and tugging on it while Terrence sucked his
cock.  "Young boy down on his knees blowing your daddy dick.  It's what
gets you off, you fuckin' perv."

Redmond didn't much care for the way young Baldwin spoke to him in the
company of his own son.  But at that precise moment Terrence began really
swallowing his cock.  His thin pink lips yawned around the beef, taking
more and more of it until the wet knob hit the back of his throat.  His
tongue darted along the thick shaft, washing it with his slick saliva.  He
loved the taste and feel of his father's mighty dick in his mouth and
desperately wanted to take it all.  Now that he'd gone this far there was
little point in not going all the way.  Practicing on Devyn's six inch teen
dick had been one thing; his father's adult cock was quite another.
Willing his gullet into a relaxed state the boy shuddered as he forced
himself down on the burly hard-on, gagging and choking as it invaded his
throat.  He forced himself to eat every inch of it until his nose rested in
Redmond's thick red bush.

"TERRENCE!" Redmond shouted, throwing his head back against the sofa.
"Wh-where did you learn to do that?"

"He's been practicing on me all week," Devyn offered.  "Pretty good, isn't
he?  Just wait'll the little shit really gets goin'."  The boy was really
yanking on Red's tit, making it extend far out from the matt of auburn hair
on his chest.  His ministrations seemed to make Redmond's dick swell even
larger in the depths of Terrence's cavity.

Terrence's face turned red as the hair on his head, angry veins stood out
at his temples and his stuffed throat bulged obscenely.  Being a mere
novice in the fine art of cocksucking he was unable to hold the man-sized
cock in the clutches of his throat for long.  He came off it choking and
sputtering.  While Devyn kicked out his legs and whooped delightedly at his
buddy's successful maneuver Redmond reached out and used a thick thumb to
wipe the little tears from his son's eyes.

The little trouper looked up at his father and innocently asked, "Did I
make you feel good, daddy?"

"Fuckin'-A it felt good!" Devyn answered for the older man.  "Go on and eat
his cock some more."

Terrence was stroking Redmond's hard on once again.  "Is it alright, daddy?
Can I suck your cock some more?"

Redmond groaned aloud at hearing such words coming from his boy's mouth.
"Only if you want to, Terrence," he replied.  "Only if you want to."

Terrence smiled sweetly, his initial anxiousness replaced by a sense of
adventure.  Centering his attention on his father's mighty rod Terrence
really went to town, lapping at and slurping up the dad meat like it was a
melting ice cream cone.  His wet tongue skittered all over the heated
surface, making it glisten with his spit.  He sucked it into his mouth,
although not as deeply as before, and bobbed up and down on it.  Redmond
writhed and bucked on the sofa at the delicious sensations the two boys
were bringing to him.  Devyn was biting and chewing on the man tit he'd
plumped up with his fingers and Red, in turn, was fondling the blond kid's
silky smooth boner.

All too quickly Devyn, the director of this piece, called a halt to their
activity.  Ordering Redmond off the sofa he got Terrence into position
beside him, both on their knees at the edge of the upholstered seat with
their arms resting on its back.  Redmond salivated while looking at the two
creamy boy butts tantalizingly displayed before him.

"You like them boy pussies, you perv?" Devyn taunted from over his
shoulder.  "Go on, Terrence, show the horny fuck your hot pussy."  Redmond
gasped as Terrence reached back and pulled his pale cheeks apart, exposing
his hairless pink pucker.  "Your dad likes eating boy pussy.  Don't you,
fuck wad?"

Whimpering, Redmond fell to his knees behind his son.  Terrence had a nice
little freckled ass, maybe not as cute as Devyn's but appetizing all the
same.  His hole appeared pristine: clean, fresh and untouched.  Redmond
inhaled deeply through his nostrils, sniffing the telltale scent of ripe
boy ass.  While the boy splayed his quivering crack apart Redmond stuck out
his tongue and tickled the aperture with the blunt tip.  Terrence shivered
and reflexively pushed his butt out to meet his father's teasing tongue.
Redmond more aggressively swiped at the twitching ring, moaning
delightfully as he got his first real taste of the boy.  Soon he was taking
hold of Terrence's sweet cheeks himself and sloppily lapping at the sweet
hole.

"That's it, fatherfucker, eat your boy's ass," Devyn gleefully motivated.
Then, moving his face conspiratorially close to Terrence's he asked, "You
like that, Terr?  You like your daddy lickin' your ass?"  Terrence just
chewed on his lips and grunted his approval.

Redmond enthusiastically licked around the bald opening, even more aroused
by the way the tiny ass lips fluttered against his tongue.  He more
pointedly shoveled his slick digit between the folds and, with mild effort,
managed to work himself into the heated fissure.

"Ohhhhhh, daddy's tongue is in my butt hole!" Terrence gasped.

"Don't it feel good?" Devyn's eyes twinkled maniacally.  Then, to Redmond,
"Eat his ass out, fuckhead!  Show him a real good rim job!"  And Redmond
zealously complied.

Faced away from the French doors leading out to the back yard none of them
noticed the man cupping his eyes while his face was pressed to the panes.
Taking a break from laboring, Lombardo had decided to do a little felonious
snooping.  A broad smile lighted his ruggedly handsome face when he saw
what the youngest Baldwin boy was really up to in the McCabe household.
Delighted to discover the boy was hardly as angelic as he pretended to be,
and already calculating how he could use this information to his advantage,
Lombardo watched as the perverted father serviced his teen son's pussy.
Unzipping his jeans he hauled out his monster hard on and stroked it while
enjoying the afternoon's matinee.

"Get over here and eat my ass now, you greedy fuck!" Devyn commanded.
Redmond hesitantly obeyed.  Slipping his swollen tongue from Terrence's
pert pussy he moved over to face Devyn's engaging boy butt.  No matter how
many times he answered the verbally abusive boy's call Redmond could never
get enough of him.  Each time he swore would be the last (it would be
disastrous if their tawdry affair ever got out) but he always fell victim
to Devyn's charms again.  Redmond tongued the kid's funky hole, savagely
digging inside and slovenly sucking.  His wet digit swirled round and round
in the tight teen ass.  Snarling like a rabid dog he poked his tongue in
and out, licking, sucking and chewing to his heart's content while Devyn
ground back against him.

Back and forth he went from one taut teen ass to another.  He was like a
starved man at a teen smorgasbord, eating his fill.  He sucked both boy's
holes inside out, grinding his bearded face into their smooth cracks and
devouring their tight puckers.  He tongue fucked to his heart's content,
jabbing as deeply as possible into their twitching rectums.  Taking full
advantage of their painful hard ons he paused in his ass eating every now
and then to pull their dicks between their legs and briefly run his tongue
along their teen meat before returning attention to their squirming ass
holes.  Consumed with bestial excitement he flogged his fat adult prick
while he chowed down on their dripping holes.

Kicking the highly aroused man away Devyn changed the action.  "Get on the
couch, slut!  Not like that, you dumb fuck!  On your back!  We wanna look
at you when we fuck you!"

With low, mewling sounds escaping his quivering lips Redmond complied with
the order. Laying full across the sofa he lifted his beefy legs, spreading
them wide and exposing his hot hole nestled in its red forest.  He felt
like a slut in front of his son, hedonistically aware of the boy's
bugged-out eyes focused on his daddy pussy.  He knew it was morally wrong
but, oh, how he couldn't wait to have Terrence inside him!

"Seeing as you never fucked anybody before, I'll go first," Devyn was
telling the other boy.  "Show you how it's done."  Climbing onto the sofa
and positioning himself between Redmond's splayed legs he spoke, "You
ready, fuck?  I'm gonna bang the shit outa you and let Terrence see what a
whore his daddy is for a boy fuck."  And without further formalities with
one short, powerful shove Devyn planted his six randy inches into the man's
unlubed fuck slot.  Redmond sighed aloud at the sheer pleasure of being
skewered by teen cock.  Flexing his asshole he bore down on the boy's meat,
anxious to give them both a tight ride.

Terrence stood there with an awed expression on his freckled face.  It was
shocking to see his big, hairy, barrel-chested daddy taking it up the ass
from Devyn---and loving it!  Devyn was spitting down to the point where
their bodies were joined (probably to make the fucking slicker, Terrence
figured) and then spitting right in Red's face while shouting all sorts of
obscenities.  But his daddy didn't seem to care.  In fact, he was opening
his mouth like a feeding guppy and catching some of Devyn's hawkers.  His
fat fingers were twisting and turning his big adult nipples which had
swelled high above his matt of chest chair.

"Bet you didn't know your daddy liked a good boy fuck, huh?" Devyn
addressed him with a wicked laugh.  The maniacal gleam in his blue eyes
caused a momentary shiver to travel down Terrence's bared spine.  "Hop on
and feed him your cock while I fuck him."

Overwhelmed by a newly discovered sense of libido Terrence was unable to
resist the offer.  Throwing a leg over his father's hairy chest he
straddled the squirming man, his steely hard boy dick pointed at his
whiskered face.  Redmond took hand's full of his boy's rear and pulled him
forward until his pubescent peter was engulfed by his mouth.  With an
unconstrained sigh Terrence's head fell back and his hips began to move,
driving his boy dick in and out of his father's ravenously sucking hole.
Redmond worked the boy like a starving man, plastering his lips against the
fresh boy meat and showing his son what a talented cock sucker his father
really was.

Devyn drilled into Redmond with the stamina of youth, his trim butt a whir
as he pumped his hips with breakneck speed.  He fucked the man as hard as
he could, planting his grower as deep as possible in his mushy guts.  Red's
warm asshole squeezed his battering prick with a deliciously tight grip,
making the fucking all the more enjoyable for the kid.  No matter how Devyn
abused the pig, Redmond accepted it.  In fact, seemed to crave even more.
It was the reason why he was one of Devyn's favorite fucks.

Screwing like a bandit didn't allow for a prolonged fuck, especially in an
over-sexed youth.  Devyn's breath was already becoming short and
labored---and it wasn't just from his exertion.  He slammed home time and
again, his long bangs dancing across his forehead.  Fucking and pumping,
pumping and fucking.  His dick hammered the wet, warm man hole.  His hips
moved at a breakneck pace, pistoning his pulsating prick in and out of the
hairy pussy.  Quickly his small frame quaked, rumbled and with a strangled
cry he unloaded, for the second time that afternoon, in Redmond's cunt.  As
volleys of boy jizz shot up from his ball sac young Devyn panted like a
race horse, his body spasming and lurking with each burst.  His mouth hung
ajar, his eyes bulging as he succumbed to another mind-blowing orgasm.

Hastily recouping he pulled himself from Redmond, obscene squishing sounds
emanating from the freshly fucked pussy, and shook his dick clean.  At the
first hint of what had sounded like agony from his friend, Terrence had
turned his head and observed Devyn in the throes of his orgasm.  Now that
he'd regained his senses Devyn resumed his devil-may-care smile and
invited, "Your turn.  Made it all nice and slippery for ya, Ter. C'mon and
fuck your whore daddy."

Redmond scarcely dared to breath as his young son traded positions with
Devyn.  Tentatively chewing on his lower lip he looked down at his pig
father and, in a small voice, asked, "Is it okay, Daddy?  Is it okay if I
fuck you?"

"Of course it's okay!" Devyn shouted, annoyance evident in his tone.  "What
do ya think he's doin' layin' there with his pussy spread for ya?"

Ignoring Devyn Redmond addressed his son, "Yes, Terrence.  Daddy wants for
you to fuck him.  Daddy wants to make you feel good.  Daddy loves you."

Terrence smiled at his father's words of encouragement and moved into
position.  His teen dick head kissed his father's spasming ass mouth, a
dribble of Devyn's cumload leaking from its murky depths.  Devyn's eyes
were wide with lust as he watched the initial approach in this perverse
incestuous coupling he'd orchestrated.  Normally a nervous nelly, Terrence
was all bravado now, anxious to fuck his father just as Devyn had done.
When Redmond's hairy puss pulsed open Terrence took it as a cue and easily
slid his hard dick into his father's asshole.  He shuddered as he felt the
deliciously warm insides of his old man invitingly squeeze his buried
boyhood.  His mouth hung agape as he experienced untold degrees of nirvana.
For the first time in his life he had his young dick in a cozy hole and he,
Terrence McCabe, was going to fuck it.  He was actually going to fuck his
father!

Which is precisely what Devyn, in his usual vulgar and callous manner, was
urging him to do.  Devyn was propped up on his side next to Redmond, his
ever-ready teen rod just a mere turn of the head from the man's
whisker-framed mouth.  Although he wanted to throw his body over the slut
and pound his face it was more important that Redmond be able to observe
his son as he fucked his hungry hole.

Father and son's eyes locked.  Terrence's trim hips moved and his boy dick
moved back, resisting his father's tight clutch.  When it was nearly out he
gently glided it back in, as if testing the territory.  He kept on slipping
it in and out, his shank moving ever faster until he was literally humping
his dad's hole.  His little ass rose and fell as he kept fucking into the
hairy ass, penetrating his father's cunt with the same reckless abandon
he'd observed from his teacher, Devyn.  It felt so unbelievably good,
better even than Devyn had led him to believe.

Redmond clamped down on his boy's dick, making a nice tight fuck for them
both.  At thirteen the boy wasn't fully developed yet; he still had some
growing to do.  But in the meantime Redmond knew just how to work his
hungry asshole to derive the most pleasure from the little peter.  The look
of sheer bliss on his boy's freckled face aroused him thoroughly.  Even
when Devyn began tapping his prick against his face and he turned to suck
it into his mouth he kept one eye trained on little Terrence.  Receiving
dick from both ends was this boy lover's dream come true, especially when
one of those nubile youths was his own son.  Taking his profusely leaking
adult dick in hand he jacked himself while taking luscious dick from both
horned-up boys.

Terrence's super-charged rabbit fucking was destined to for a short run,
especially during his first time out of the gate.  He wasn't exactly sure
what overcame him and, in fact, was a little frightened by the sensation.
Gone rigid, yet trembling terribly, the boy experienced his first dry
orgasm obtained through copulation.  He felt as if his balls had drawn up
into his throat and the very essence of life was being sucked from him
through his pecker.  Redmond moaned around the other dick buried in his
mouth as he watched his boy go through the throes of orgasm, knowing it was
he who had brought the kid off. At that very instant Devyn began shooting
his third load of the day, filling Redmond's maw with creamy teen seed.
Redmond scarfed down the tasty load while alternately constricting and
contracting his pussy around Terrence's highly sensitive dick.  And then
he, too, was erupting a geyser of man cum, shooting it across his hairy
belly and even splashing some against his beard.

At the French doors Lombardo glided his big twelve inch uncut rod along the
glass, fucking the window as he watched the forbidden threesome.  The scene
soon proved too much for the ex-con.  Huge globs of man cream blasted from
his dick, splatting against the pane.  As his load lazily dripped down the
glass Lombardo tucked his unit back in his pants and stepped out of sight
before his presence could be detected. A cunning smile formed on his
handsome face as he resumed the chores he'd been hired for, pleased that
he'd become privy to another secret.  Whether they knew it or not, both
Miles and Ryan Baldwin were already firmly in his clutches.  Soon young
Devyn would be joining their ranks.  As for Redmond McCabe there was no one
who could possibly be any more ripe for a little blackmail.

Both boys fell off Redmond, exhausted.  Their chests rose and fell as they
sought to regain their breath.  It was Devyn, of course, who spoke first.
"Liked it, didn't ya, Ter?  I told you your father was a good fuck."

"How about it, Terrence?"  Redmond was casually lounging on the sofa,
coated in crusting cum, his hands tucked behind his head exposing his hairy
red arm pits.  "Are you okay, son?"

Terrence grinned from ear to ear, crawled atop his dad and clamped his lips
over the mans.  Surprised, Redmond nevertheless parted his lips and thrust
his tongue into his son's mouth.  They fully explored each other's mouths
while Redmond ran his big hands over his son's naked backside.

"Alright, you fuckin' love birds, break it up!" Devyn was on his feet and
stroking his still-hard dick.  "I'm ready to go again."  Redmond chuckled,
shrugged his shoulders and swatted his son on the rump.  Terrence slid down
to the floor beside the sofa and watched excitedly as his father once again
lifted his hairy legs and Devyn jumped into place.....