Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2015 18:27:34 +0530
From: Justin Waters <secretmail.well@gmail.com>
Subject: Being Men part 1

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This is a fictional erotic story where men of different ages indulge into
sexual activities with each other. Some characters are related to each
other performing incest. If any such thing offends you, then you mustn't
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Being Men by Justin Waters.

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As soon as the bell rang signifying the glorious end of History class with
Mr. Ferguson, I grabbed my bag and went out of the class before anyone even
else got up from their seats. I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I exited
the classroom as every passing minute in that room was terrible than
before. I walked towards the crowded corridors of Eastwood High School.



 As usual everyone's eyes were at me, some batting their eyelashes while
some shamelessly ogled. I noticed a group of girls who were busy conversing
and talking continuously without breathing in between(I wonder how they do
that) stopped and checked me out as I walked past them. People moved in
front of me and made way for me to walk through. I wouldn't say I didn't
like being popular, it was fucking awesome. All you had to do was just
smile at someone or probably wink at a girl, and the person will do
everything you want. I could hear people taking my name in whispers and
saying something about our recent football match whom we won and I just
smiled triumphantly. I am Sean Mason, the captain of the school football
team but at the moment all these didn't matter, because I am horny as fuck
right now.



Where the fuck is Ryan? I thought. He didn't come to school today and he
didn't text me as he usually does. I could not wait anymore longer to meet
my bestfriend and fuck him senseless. I was horny all day and my dick had
started to hurt now standing erect since morning. I need that boy's hole. I
want a good fuck and fill his tight hole with my load.



I took a deep breath in to calm myself down and walked out in the parking
area. I reached my car and again I felt people around look at me. I smiled
to myself. I know I'm irresistible. Even sometimes I would masturbate
looking at my own naked pictures. If I want to I can pick any girl from
this lot here and take her home, but nah! I want to stick my long hard dick
in the tight hot ass of my best friend and fuck him while he moans out my
name. After all only a man can know and give the best to another man.



I drove as fast as possible and as safely as I could and reached Ryan's
house. The door was locked but I had the spare key so that wasn't a
problem. Ryan was home, I could tell by seeing his car parked out in the
driveway. But this still didn't explain why that idiot didn't bring his ass
to school today. I wondered what could be the reason but whatever the fuck
it would be I am going to first stuff his mouth with my man meat and fuck
it. I won't be gentle today with him. I squeeze his nipples harder than
last time. I chuckled at all the thoughts about what we would do when I
reach his room and surprise him as I entered the Swanson's home. Just a few
more minutes...



I tiptoed up the stairs and to his room quietly. I slightly opened the door
of his room and peeked inside but I saw Ryan's bed empty. "Where the heck
is that shithead?" I mumbled to myself. I silently closed the door of his
room and was about to go back home when I heard slight thumping noise from
the room across the hall. The sound came from Ryan's dad's room. Curiosity
got the best of me and I silently walked to the door and opened it.



"Uh fuck me daddy... harder daddy... fill your boy's ass. Ah daddy fill my
dirty shit hole... Ugh uh ah da... daddy I like it. Uhmm mm yeah."



I couldn't believe my eyes. There in front of me Brad Swanson was fucking
his son, my best friend in doggy style right on his bed. I was standing
here, leaning on the doorframe and holding the door open as I saw the
father fuck his son. From my line of vision, I could see the tight round
tanned globes of Mr. Swanson hot butts as they flexed randomly. I could see
his low hanging balls and man! They looked huge. I saw the sweat form on
his back, as a drop trickled down his well muscled back. I gulped when I
saw his tanned back and his broad muscular shoulder blades. Seeing
Mr. Swanson like this, I was shocked and horny at the same time. My dick
started to leak precum like water dripping from a leaking faucet and made a
wet patch of precum in my boxers. I started massaging my ranging boner with
my right hand as I silently stood there.



Mr. Swanson started increasing his pace of thrusts and started fucking his
son. I could hear Ryan whimpering and moaning in his state of ultimate
ecstasy. I pulled out my 8 inch hard throbbing boner and started jerking
off at the sight of my best friend getting fucked by his daddy. I looked
down at my thick cut dick and the drop of precum which oozed out of the
yummy piss slit. The room smelled of man sex and I inhaled the strong smell
of man sweat and teenage sweat. Ryan shouted as his dad gave one massive
thrust and was now fucking in a very rapid pace. I could hear the sound of
skin slapping on skin and sloppy wet sound which was probably made by
Mr. Swanson's penis in my buddy's hole. I listened to Ryan groaning and now
I was definitely sure he was crying.



I got worried. I had a very thick cock that not many girls could take it
well, except Ryan (That's why I liked to bang him more than those dumb
chicks). I drilled his ass so many times with my meat that after our fuck
session, his hole would gape and open in a large `O'. He was very much
comfortable with my dick, but listening to him now it seems like
Mr. Swanson probably has a much larger tool. "Oof dad, it hurts... aah AAAH
dad, eeAAo ugh... yeah fuck me Dad, make me your bitch, cum in me. Make use
of my hole. FUCK ME DADDY."



Hearing Ryan, trash talking with his own father sent me over the edge. I
could feel my balls tighten and body tense as I felt the flow of semen
through my teenage dick come up. A large jet of cum erupted from my piss
slit and landed on the floor, followed by many others. I took the support
of the door frame as the euphoric state passed through my body and I
shuddered and breathed heavily. I looked at the father who was fucking his
son and saw that he must have shot his own load in his son's ass as he was
now moaning and now lay collapsed on his son's back who was still on his
all fours. I wonder how Ryan could handle a heavy muscular man like
Mr. Swanson lay on him.



Mr. Swanson started licking his son's back, tasting the sweat. "Ryan." I
heard Mr. Swanson speak.



"uh.. yeah dad?"



"We have an audience kid."



OH FUCk! Shit! I was caught. I didn't bother to put my dick in my pants
back and ran down the stairs and dashed out of the house. I opened the door
of my car and fumbled with my car keys. I was shit scared. How did he know?
Did Mr. Swanson see me? If he had what will he do? He is not a strict
parent but he was fucking scary when he was angry. I had seen it myself.
Will he tell my father? Oh god, whatever it is I should better get the fuck
away from here. My car's engine roared, as I drove off to my house which
was quite nearby as I lived in the same neighborhood.

I was in deep shit, and I don't know what's going to happen next.

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O K. I know chapter is kind of short, but don't be disappointed. There's
more to come and cum. I tried to create a base. I have mentioned my email
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