Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2006 07:01:16 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brock Hard Part 3

        The knock at the door came promptly at nine o'clock and I roused
myself from my comfy bed minutes after that.  When I started to pull on my
clothes, it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know what to wear.  I
didn't really know what we were going to do so I couldn't really plan.  See
what Dad's wearing, I thought to myself as I grabbed my phone and called
Colby.
	"Hey there! Listen, I told you about the trip I'm taking with my dad today,
right?" I began when he answered.  "Well, if you're not doing anything
terribly exciting you could come with us if you'd like.  Dad said it would
be alright and I'd really like the company."
	"Could you guys come by and grab me?"
	"I don't see why not.  We're going to leave around ten, dad said."  I told
him, looking around for a neutral shirt.  "He won't tell me what we're
doing, so I'm just going to go with jeans and a nice shirt."
	"Sounds like a plan, my man!" Colby said to me and ended our conversation.
	I couldn't wait to see him.
	Pulling on a tan shirt, I fastened my jeans and headed down the short
hallway into the bathroom.  Dad stood naked, shaving.  I couldn't get past
him without marveling at his nicely rounded ass.  Honestly, it looked like a
peach -- perfectly round and split into equal halves with a light dusting of
blond fuzz.  And, now that I was looking at it, I thought about doing to him
what one might do to a peach -- like the way Colby had talked me through with
him.
	"Yeah -- and you said we were leaving at ten."  I said to Dad, going into
the small sectioned off part of the bathroom where the toilet was.  "Colby
asked if we could come by and pick him up."
	"Shouldn't be a problem.  Did you tell him when we were leaving?"
	"Yep." I said, zipping up my jeans.
	"Are you alright?" Dad asked as I went to the door of the room.  "You're
acting strangely, son.  Is it about what happened with us?"
	"No, I'm fine." I lied.  "I just didn't sleep well is all.  I'm fine."
	"It looks like more than insomnia to me."  Dad said, turning fully away
from the mirror and facing me.  "If it is what happened with us, don't worry
about it."
	"I'm not..." I started but couldn't finish the sentence.  In the mirror
behind him, I saw Dad's peach-perfect ass and couldn't look away.
	"Maybe you're more worried than you might think."
	Dad took a step toward me and I completely spazzed out! I tried to step
back and tripped over my own feet.  The floor came up pretty fast and I
slammed hard into it.  My hand caught the brunt of the fall but I was jarred
pretty good.
	"Are you alright?"
	To my immediate right was the nicely packaged meat and balls of my rather
hairy father.  He'd rushed to me when I fell and now, he knelt beside of me.
  I pulled my gaze from his crotch and up to his face, nodding my silent
answer to his question.  My mouth suddenly filled with sand and I couldn't
speak.
	The next thing I knew, lips were tightly pressed to mine and I was being
pushed back onto the floor of the bathroom, the clean-cut smell of soap,
hair gel and freshly shaved face soaring through my nostrils.  The heavy
body that had been kneeling beside of me was now covering me and I grasped
at Dad's back to hold him to me.  Goddess knew I was freaking right the fuck
out but the weight of his body, the hair of his chest and legs and that
sensual mouth on mine just sent me over the edge!  My cock shot up between
us and I turned four shades of blushed red!
	"Goddamn, this is so fucking wrong!" I breathed, still clutching at my
father's body as the kiss ended.  "But fuck! My cock is so hard!"
	I couldn't see through the thick fog of lust that surrounded my Dad and me.
  It was all I could do to keep myself from begging him for more.  My legs
shot up and clamped down on his waist -- keeping us together.
	"This is wrong?"  Dad asked me, his mouth on my neck, his hands lifting me
up.  "I love you more than anyone ever could and this is wrong?"
	I couldn't argue -- hell, I didn't want to.
	In a frenzy, my Dad's body rose with me in his arms.  His hands found the
fastener of my jeans and released it.  My zipper was down in a flash and my
jeans were history! He pushed me onto the sink and without any warning of
any sort, swallowed my cock down to the base.  His nose was buried in my
pubes as his tongue went to fucking TOWN on me.  Slurping, sucking, tonguing
and pushing against my body with the bulk of his own to hold me there, Dad's
mouth raped my prick but good!  I held his back, arched my hips and sucked
in mouthfuls of air as I fought to take in all the sensations going through
me at the time.  It was the coolest thing I'd ever felt!
	I couldn't stop myself from hunching up to meet his mouth.  My arching,
pushing body betrayed every thought I'd ever had about what I'd do if this
happened.  Sure, it was a fleeting thought but I'd thought about this after
we'd seen the officer and the mystery guest out on the road.  I'd thought
about what it would feel like to have my father's cock buried in me the same
way Hooded Guy got the officer!  The same way I'd plugged Colby's nice ass
was the same way I wanted my father's cock!  This mouth on me now was the
fulfillment of dreams I'd denied myself and my body shivered in delight with
every downward stroke of his rabid tongue.
	"Suck it, dad! Suck my dick good! Yeah -- deep-throat me!" I moaned, bracing
my foot on the sink to get leverage enough to push my prick toward him.
"All the way -- yeah! Take me all the way to my balls you dirty bastard!"
	My dad grunted and his hand slid under my body to grab my left ass cheek.
He squeezed hard as his mouth sucked harder -- my words turning him on all
the more.  I smiled down at him as he looked up at me, swallowing my dick
all over again.  I could see by the look in his eyes that he was enjoying
this just as I was.  My hand caught the back of his head and held him still
as my hips delivered my meat to his waiting oral hole.
	"Suck harder! Suck my dick harder with your fuckhole! DO it!" I commanded,
taking hold of his hair and pulling him as far down on me as I could get
him.  "Suck me you sick perv! Suck your son's hard cock and moan like you
like it!"
	He sucked harder, then and the moan that came from him was deep and
reverberating on my rod.  He looked up at me and I smiled again.  His hand
held me harder and I had to admit that was a large part of the turn on!  I
kept pushing with my body to bury my cock deeper and he kept taking it.
	"YEAH!" I said to him, my voice quaking as I felt the beginning of my cum
boiling in my balls.  "Oh...fuck, dad! I'm..." I started, panting the rest.
"I'm going to cum if you...uh..."
	"NO!"
	My father took hold of my cock, coming off of it as if the devil had
stopped him. The look on his face told me he wasn't angry -- but was being
mischievous.  His hand still holding me, he pressed his body against me,
pushing into the "V" of my legs.  Smiling at me, he began to stroke me
slowly, taking time to swirl his fingers around the head of my dick just to
coax pre-cum from me.  When it pearled at the tip and ran over his fingers,
he smiled at me and licked his fingers.
	"Just hold onto that load, boy."  He said to me, still smiling.  "You've
waited this long, haven't you? What's a few more hours?"
	"Hours?" I asked, shivering at the manipulation of my father's hand.
	"Sure.  We'll go out, have our day and come back tonight to finish this
off."
	"TONIGHT?" I asked, focused now on his hand.  "I can't wait that long."
	"Sure you can."  Dad said to me, his smile widening as his hand continued
its journey up and down my shaft.  "After all, your perv dad can be a real
bastard!  It's just like me to make you wait to finish off, isn't it?"
	I smiled at him.  "Yeah, I...uh...guess it is."
	His hand slid off my cock and down under my balls to tickle me there.  He
looked me in the eye and his mouth touched mine.  His tongue slid into my
mouth and I began to suck hard on it.  His finger curled into the outer rim
of my assring and I squirmed on the counter.  My hand caught his wrist and
he stopped.  I was glad that he did before I squirmed around so much I threw
myself off the counter but I was sad because when he stopped, the feelings
he gave me stopped, too.
	"Now, you'd better finish getting ready so we can go pick up your new
boyfriend."  He said, removing himself from me, everywhere.
	I didn't know what to do or say at this...Colby.  What would I tell him?
	"Quite the predicament, isn't it, son?"  Dad said to me, heading toward the
door.  "Your dad just brought you to the brink of a screaming orgasm,
literally minutes before picking up your new boyfriend."
	"Did you do that on purpose?" I asked him, not knowing what that gnawing in
my stomach was.  "Did you manipulate this situation so that I'd be put on
the spot like this?"
	"Nope."  He said simply and to spite the evidence to the contrary, I
believed him.  "You just never know how things are going to work themselves
out. But before I said anything to young Colby about this, I'd think about
how many ways this could be seen and how many ways what we did could be seen
as wrong by the wrong people."
	As my father left the room and I slid off the counter, I replayed the scene
where I told Colby what happened and he walked away from me in an angry
cloud -- muttering that I was a freak under his breath and thought better
about telling him.  I buttoned the front of my jeans and went to my room to
grab an orange shirt.  Slipping it on, I walked into the kitchen where my
father was packing a small cooler.
	He wore a pair of jeans and a nice shirt.  Sandals from Spain were on his
feet and his hair was slicked back away from his face.  Looking up at me, he
took a moment from packing the cooler and I saw the concern in his face.
	"Son," He started, coming around the table.  "If what happened between us
bothers you, I promise you it will NEVER happen again.  I only went through
with it because I thought that was what you wanted.  I'm not a pervert or a
child-molester."
	"I know you're not a pervert...and I'm not a `child', anymore."  I responded,
not flinching when he took my forearms in his.  "It's truly alright, what
happened."
	"I mean it."  He assured me.  "I would never do anything that would
jeopardize our relationship, Brock.  You are too important to me for that."
	"I'm fine, Dad." I repeated, leaning forward and hugging him to me.
"Really, I'm fine with what happened.  It was just as much me as you...we did
it together."
	He didn't say anything but hugged me back.
	After the longest moment recently, Dad finally let go of me and looked me
in the eye.  I could tell that he was looking for any sign that what I was
saying was false or that I was feeding him a line but I was really fine with
what had happened between us.  What I wasn't "fine" with was how this would
affect us in the future.  This was a VERY big deal and it was bound to have
ramifications.
	"Remember, Dad," I said to him, my face still serious.  "No matter how hot
I am, you can't mack on me in public."
	He smiled at me and I knew he understood that I was making a joke.
Clapping me on the shoulder for good measure, Dad went back to what he was
doing and I started putting the things he'd put by the door into the car.
Most everything had been put into a box or cooler so I knew that we would be
doing something not near a restaurant or such.  That certainly clarified
things.  When I came back inside, I went and grabbed a couple pairs of
shorts -- and a Speedo I'd bought for myself.
	Finally, Dad and I got into the car and headed out from our house.  I
called Colby to get the directions to his house and we made our way through
town to where he directed us.  Colby's house was similar to ours and a lot
like the rest of the small town we lived in.  He was standing behind the
railing, waiting for us.  As we pulled into his driveway, he reached down
and grabbed a bag, heading toward the car.  My father smiled at me, flipping
the lock on the back door.
	"What?" I asked him, feeling my face flush.
	"You really like him, don't you?"
	"He's alright."
	"You've not been that excited over anyone in a long time, son."  He said,
nodding toward my knee, which I'd started fidgeting unconsciously.  "He
seems very nice."
	"I think he is."
	"Hey there, handsome."  Colby said, opening the door and tossing his bag
inside.
	"Hey." I returned, the feeling in my face deepening.
	"Oh, hey, Brock."  Colby said when he'd sat down on the seat and closed the
door.  "How are you, guy?"
	I looked at my father and he looked back at me, a knowing smile broadening
his face.   Colby was pulling his shoulder belt across him when my father
started pulling out and heading down the drive.
	"He's got a good eye, too."  Dad said as he headed out onto the road.
	We drove along the same road that we'd been walking along the night of the
Hooded Guy's police brutality act and I couldn't help but smile.  It wasn't
long after that, however, that we passed the sign that told us we were
headed out of the small little hamlet we'd found ourselves in.  I looked to
my father for a hint of where we were going when we turned onto one of the
many side roads this town was almost famous for.  Looking back to Colby, he
just shrugged his shoulders and I turned back to the road for the clues I'd
not gotten from either of them.
	"So, this little trip isn't to tie us to a tree and leave us there, is it?"
  Colby said from the back as we turned onto another side road and then
another.  "Because just leaving me with my parents would have been good
enough torture for me."
	My father assured us that wouldn't be the case, turning onto what looked
like a dirt road and proceeding.  I just hoped that we didn't see a scary
possum-looking guy with a banjo anywhere around.
	"Son," He said to me as we pulled into a densely wooded area.  "You know
how you're always talking about settling into one place and not having to
move anymore?"
	"Yep."  I answered, looking at the small opening we were pulling our car
into.
	"Well," Dad went on, driving up a smaller section of the dirt road.  "They
start building in two weeks."
	The car settled in a huge clearing overlooking a dynamic view of a lake
ringed by a large standing of oak, pine and other tall and firm trees.  It
was one of the most amazing things I'd ever seen in my life!
	"Building?"  Colby voiced from the back before I could.
	"Our new house."
	I was stunned.  Looking to my dad for confirmation of what he'd said, I
broke out into a combination of a relieved laugh and a stunned giggle.  It
was more than I could have hoped for, this little get-away and this news all
together.  Finally! We weren't going to be uprooting ourselves at the last
minute and heading out to somewhere else!  We were finally going to put
ourselves in a place that wasn't too bad to live in and that had a decent
school!
	"This is fucking amazing!" I said, bursting out of the car and into the
fresh air!
	"So I take it you're happy?"  Dad asked, coming up behind me.  "I mean, we
could always sell it back and move to the next town."
	"HELL NO!" I said, throwing my arms around him and hugging him tightly.
	"Good -- the concrete for the foundation will be poured soon and I don't
think they give refunds."  He said, hugging me back.
	Colby joined us and Dad hooked an arm around each of our shoulders, turning
us to the lake view.  It was absolutely amazing!  He told us this was the
view of our living room and then stepped us through the rest of the house's
layout.  I had to admit that I was thoroughly impressed with what he was
showing us.  It seemed like he had really thought this whole thing through
and that impressed me more than the actual house layout.
	"And now, the surprise."  Dad said, getting the back he'd packed from the
car.  "You boys grab the cooler and the other stuff, alright?"  He said,
taking the keys from the ignition and hitting the car alarm after we'd done
as he'd asked.
	We began our little journey bypassing some random bushes and some overgrown
ferns. Once we were through there, we took a small path up and over another
small hill and deeper into this forest.  When we'd walked about twenty
minutes more, we came to a small clearing.  The lake must have extended to
here due to the small dock built out into it from the shore of a small
downward slope in the landscape.
	"Here we are."  Dad said, putting his stuff on the ground and taking a look
around at the thickness of the trees surrounding us and the glittering water
lapping at the nearby shore.  "You guys can just put that stuff down
anywhere."
	Turning toward the water, Dad removed his shirt and laid it to the side of
where he'd put everything down.  He spread a blanket and began to unpack the
small cooler.  After a few minutes, he'd pulled some rocks into a small
circle and piled up some small logs for a fire and shed his pants in the
process.  Standing from his work in just his boxers and sandals, he regarded
Colby and I and smiled.
	"You guys up for some swimming?"
	"I didn't bring any trucks, Mr. Donner."  Colby offered and I waited to see
how this would play itself out.  I didn't volunteer that I'd brought some.
	"We're all adults here." Dad returned, heading toward the water.  "Strip
down and dive in.  I'm sure Brock won't mind."
	Colby turned and kissed me, his hand going to the front of my jeans,
working it open and my zipper down rather quickly.  I felt my clothes being
pulled from me and I couldn't help the reaction my cock had.  As it
hardened, Colby's body pressed against me, holding it to my stomach.
	"You're not making this comfortable."  I told him, attempting to do the
same to his clothes.  "I can't get to your zipper." I confessed.
	In moments, he was naked and pulling me to the water.  What could I do but
follow this beautiful person -- and my heart!  It would be so very easy to
fall for this guy.  He was a good combination of the kinds of things I'd
always wanted in a guy and a little bit of extra for good measure.  I
thought that my Dad liked him, too...but crazy-person check: I'd only known
him for a few days, there were things about him that I had no idea about,
weren't there?  He could have a very dark past!
	These were things that I thought about as we went down the small hill to
the dock and Colby pulled us into the water with a leap into the air and a
splash into the stuff!  It was fantastic!!!
	The three of us splashed around like children, laughing and playing with
one another, pulling each other under the water and such until the sun was
deep in the afternoon sky!  I would have given anything for this day to go
on for much longer than it did.  As Colby was lying on the dock, I climbed
up out of the water and went over to lie down beside of him.  When I got to
where he lay, I decided to lay counter him and put my head in the small
curve of his back.
	"Hey, you."  He said, playfully, not lifting his head from his arms.  "Are
you tired?"
	"Not really...just missed you a bit."
	"That's a sweet thing to say -- you liar."  He returned, rubbing my chest as
best he could from his position.  "You and your dad have been racing one
another all day.  You have to be tired."
	"Okay, I'm tired." I relented.  "But not because I'm a big lazy slob but
because my dad is good! He was swim captain in college and when we stay long
enough, takes on a team of kids here and there."
	"Your dad looks pretty good out there."  Colby said to me, his hand still
resting on my chest as he moved up to a sitting position, easing my head up
until he could put it in his lap.  "He's really kept in shape."
	"It's natural, for the most part.  He doesn't work out or anything."  I
said, feeling the thickness of Colby's dick against my cheek.  It was soft
but still noticeable.
	"Still -- he looks pretty good."
	"I suppose he does."
	"Oh come on!" Colby said, his hand rubbing my chest now, coming nearer and
nearer to my nipples. "I've seen the way you look at him. You know he looks
better than just `good', B."
	"I do not have a thing for my dad." I said, closing my eyes.
	"No one said you did." Colby returned, a hint of something in his voice.
"Something Freudian you'd like to get off your chest?"
	It was now or never.  I could hide the fact of what happened with my dad
and me this morning or I could tell him.
	So, like a moron, I sat up and looked him in the eye.  With all the honesty
I could muster, I told him every single thing about what happened last night
with Hooded Guy and this morning with Dad and myself in the bathroom.  I
know that I sounded like a freak possessed but I saw the opportunity to be
honest with him and I took it.  If our relationship was going to be real, it
was going to have to be rooted in honesty.  If honesty was going to cost me
this relationship, I needed to know now before I got rooted in Colby too
deeply to get out.
	"That's..." Colby started when I'd finished.  His face was unreadable.
	"Disgusting?"
	"I was going to say, hot."
	"No way!" I said, my eyes widening with his reaction.
	"I'm not from the Stone Age, B."  Colby said, reaching forward and grabbing
me by the back of my head.  "I think it's hot that you went down on your old
man.  Hell, if I thought my dad bent that way, I'd be on him twenty-four,
seven."
	"Yeah?"  I asked, feeling his breath on me.
	"Fuck yeah.  Have you seen my Dad?  He's pretty built and nice looking.  If
only my mom thought that, they might not be at odds like they are."
	I leaned forward and kissed him fully.  His mouth tasted slightly salty and
infinitely sweet.  My hands found his hips and slipped up his back to hold
him to me.  I felt his hands settling on the lower part of my back, his
favorite part of me, he said.  The kiss deepened and I felt his dick
thicken.
	Soon, the kiss became a heavy petting session and as we were both lying
side by side on the hard wood of the dock, we were fully into foreplay!  The
sun dipped in the sky behind us even as Colby's hand dipped into the crease
of my ass and his fingers began playing around the hole he found there.  All
I could do was moan against him and wish he'd put one of them into me.  He
laughed lightly as he kissed and bit at my neck.  His right leg pushed
between mine and his cock began to slide against my stomach.  My own
thickening prick gushed pre-cum with all this.
	"Fuck, B." Colby moaned against me as he slid his body onto mine.  "Would
you let me inside that ass?"
	"Not without protection." I said, remembering my dad's request.
	The world seemed to stop.
	Colby leaned down and I felt his warm breath again.  I closed my eyes,
keenly aware of the wood of the dock and my tender stomach against it.  It
felt like I could feel every splinter, every groove of the wood.  Was this
going to ruin us?
	"Are you mad?" I asked him, afraid of the answer.
	"That you want to be safe with a complete stranger?"
	I turned over under him.  His arm supported my head as he lowered his body
against me again.  I could see his face clearly and I saw that he was
smiling.  My arms wrapped around him as he kissed me, deeply.
	"Of course I'm not mad, B."  He said to me as the kiss ended softly.
	"That's good to hear."
	"FUCK!" I said, rolling out from under Colby, the weight of my shifting
body sending him over the edge of the dock and into the water!  "Dad! How
long have you been there?!"
	I looked to where my father stood and to the water where I'd dumped Colby.
	"Geez, jumpy much, B?"  Colby said, surfacing.
	"Oh god, I'm sorry." I said, reaching for his hand to haul him up.  "It's
just that I didn't expect Dad to be..."
	"Spying on you?" Dad finished for me.
	"Well, yeah."  I said to him, embarrassed.  "What are you doing spying on
us, anyway?" I said, continuing with his word in a joking way.
	"My guess?" Colby said with a healthy dose of swagger and guts.  "It gets
him hot watching me make the moves on his boy."
	A long moment passed between the three of us.  I didn't know how Colby's
bluntness was going to play out and it made me more than nervous.  My father
looked from me to Colby and back to me.  Just when I thought he was going to
bust my boyfriend's mouth, he let a warm and knowing smile creep across his
face.  Relief spread over me like a blanket.
	"Well, maybe a little."  Dad said with a slight laugh.  "Just be careful
where you put that thing for the time being.  There are adults around."
	Colby's impressive hard-on was only slightly affected by being found out
and tossed into the water.  He smiled back at my dad after giving it a
glance and a hefty pull with his hand.  Why couldn't that have been my hand?
  And why did ALL of my recent sexual encounters have to be interrupted?
Well -- all but the one I the back yard when I creamed all over both of us,
that is.
	"Now, if you boys are finished playing around, maybe we can get a fire
going and get something to eat."  Dad said, turning and heading back up the
slope to the small camp we'd made.
	"Damn. Dad's got a nice ass." Colby said to me as I made to follow.  "Did
he let you rim it out for him?"
	"God but you're a filth-talker." I said with a laugh, ignoring his
question.
	"Did he?"
	"No."  I said to him as his arm found its way around my waist.
	"Don't despair, B." He said to me, matching my step.  "The night's still
young and after seeing us going at each other like that, you can bet the old
man's hot for some male on male attention."
	"God, Colby." I said, half thinking of what he said and half thinking of
how hot I was for some of the same.
                At this point, I didn't give a shit whether it came from my
hot boyfriend or my hot father as long as I got some SEX and soon!  First
Dad stopped me from cumming when I was so close this morning and then again
from completing our sexual encounter earlier.  I swore aloud as I thought of
the frustration I was feeling but didn't tell Colby what it was I was
talking about when he asked me.
                "Look what I found."  Dad said when we came up to the
blanket and the smoking twigs of a beginning fire.  "Swimsuits."
               "Yeah, yeah." I said, snatching them from him and stuffing
them into my bag.  "I brought them just in case but since we were out in the
middle of God's nowhere, I thought why not just take the chance to see my
boyfriend naked?"
              "So, we're boyfriends, now?"
              "Yes, I suppose.  Hell, after what we've done together, why
not?"  I said, falling backward on the blanket, looking up at the midnight
blue the sky was becoming.  "We've screwed in my back yard, kissed until I
thought my tongue would go numb and now, we've gotten away from it all for a
romantic night under the stars.  Why not be boyfriends after all that?"
               I felt Colby's nude body slide alongside mine and his head
nestle into the crook of my bent arm and I smiled.  His warm mouth found my
ear and began to kiss and nibble and I felt the warming sensation in my
stomach and upper body.  He knew just what to do but I knew better than to
get started at this again.
              "You just need to stop." I said to him, playfulness lacing my
words.  "You know as well as I do that we'll never get to finish."
            "Don't let me stop you."  Dad said and I heard the rattling of
the plastic containers he'd brought.  "You two do whatever you feel the need
to do."
           "Let's give your dad a show, B."  Colby whispered to me as he
licked along the outside of my ear.  "Doesn't it excite you just a little
bit to have our old man watch you getting worked over?"
          The fucker!
          He knew it excited me without even asking me.  After what I'd told
him?  He knew this would get me hard as a rock and even as I let him roll me
onto my side, I knew he meant to go through with this.  My father had his
back to us, kneeling on the ground and opening bowls of whatever it was he'd
brought with him.  He had dug out a hole in the ground to put the fire on
and put a cooking grate across it.  It was across the grate that he began to
add strips of meat, not bothering to look at us as Colby put his own strip
of meat into the cheeks of my ass like a flesh bun for his hot-dog.
             "You know this is going to make him want to shoot a load off
but good! If we make sure he can't resist, maybe we can see it."  Colby
whispered to me as his hand snaked around my own hardening cock. "You know
you'd love to see your father shoot a monster load at the thought of you and
me."
              He knew I did.  I knew I did -- and that's what hardened my
cock so quickly.  Even as      Colby's rod sliced my ass to run along the
crack, my father's ass flexed as he stood.  Was he leaving?  He turned
slightly, surely catching a glimpse of us.  Making no sign he'd seen
anything, he rearranged himself on the ground and began to stir something --
still with his back to us.
Colby parted my legs again to further entrench himself in my asscheeks.
Holding onto him and the ground in front of me, I lost sight of my father as
I threw my head back in what cheap romance rags would call a fit of lust.
My guy had bitten into my shoulder and was gently chewing as he pulled on my
left nipple.  The sensations of each were almost overwhelming!  His cock was
rocking along my ass crack, warm liquid spilling into the furrow and giving
him enough lube to speed up a little.
              "Make some noise, B."  Colby whispered to me, his mouth on the
back of my throat.  "Let him know you're enjoying this."
              "God yes..." I moaned, not overdoing my ecstasy but voicing what
I was feeling.  "Move that dick along my crack...yeah!  Bite me, fucker." I
coached, arching back against him -- not caring whether we were being watched
or not as long as Colby didn't stop what he was doing!
             I got my wish! Colby's hips seemed to take on a life of their
own as he began thrusting against me like a wild animal.  Turning me over
onto my stomach, he slipped his right arm under me and held onto my shoulder
from underneath me.  His other hand released my nipple but took hold of my
hair -- driving me nuts!  I felt my cock under me, rubbing on the blanket and
bringing my own orgasm closer!  Colby ground his body into me, grunting like
an animal.
             "Fuck, B!"  He swore, his face against my back, his facial hair
scraping me deliciously!  "I'm going to shoot my load all over you!"
           "My face..." I panted through his moans.  "Shoot it on my face!"
          He spun me over, planted his knees under either of my armpits and
began to jerk his cock furiously.  His right hand held his rod, pulling and
pushing it down and up...his left hand twisted my nipples as he could find
them through his own lustful haze.  I groaned as I felt my own cock throb
with want but Colby's groan drowned me out.  He threw his head back, his
hand gripping the base of his rod and then -- he ROARED!  Like a fucking
lion, he roared with the release of his orgasm!
           "MOTHER - FUCK -- I'm CUMMING, GODAMMIT!!!"
           True to his words, Colby sprayed me -- literally -- with a frothy
white fountain of HOT, thick, cum!  Streaks of it flew from the head of his
dick and all I could do was let it hit me!  I was in some sort of porn-movie
fugue as the stuff landed on my forehead, my cheek, my chest, lips, ears,
eyes, nose...all over!  I moaned with each bullseye of cum, wanting so much to
do the same.
            "GOD!" Colby moaned, rubbing his cockhead in the mess he'd made
on me.  "You're so beautiful covered in my cum."  He said, bending down to
kiss my lips, bringing my head up in his hand.  The kiss was deep, his
tongue was wild in my mouth and my hands were grasping at his back,
attempting to push that sweet ass toward my aching cock!  "You taste
amazing, honey." He said to me, coming up for air."
            "Alright, boys...you've had your fun."
            Colby turned and slid slightly to my right, letting me sit up.
My dick throbbed with the movement, knowing it was being denied AGAIN!  To
my shock -- and from the intake of air beside me, Colby's too -- my father
stood about a foot from where the two of us lay.  His hands were planted
firmly on trim hips, his legs spread generously to let the nicely ovaled
balls swing freely beneath the raging, pulsing hard-on he sported.  He was
smiling but there was something else in that smile.  He looked from Colby to
me and back before finishing his statement.
            "Now it's time for Daddy to have his fun..."