Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2011 17:51:21 -0600 (CST)
From: Stew <sdgrannd@usfamily.net>
Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 28

Mr. Marshall Hardwood was an incredibally handsome and indeed sexy, middle
aged man with blonde sharp pointed hair and a lean friendly face. His warm
blue eyes conveyed frustration as he again asked me who I was.

The trance I experienced as I pondered over the possibilities of this godly
father figure, was broken by my mouth, which spoke softly at first.

"Sorry! Um, I'm Jon Parker. I am a student here at the university. Where
are my manners. Come on in. David is in class right now, but I'm sure your
son would want me to extend my hand and welcome you into his humble
abode. I assure you that David or William will be home shortly."

I shook Mr. Hardwood's hand and led him into the living room area, seating
him on the couch.

"David said you are in the hardware business" I said as I sat in a chair
opposite this hunky father, who registers at 69 percent on the gay chart.

Assured that I did know his son, Mr. Hardwood began to say that he was in
the area for business and decided to surprise David with a visit, as I sat
with eyes glued to Marshall, mesmerized by his magnetic good look, I soon
explained my reason for being here. I made up the story of being in the
same Psychology class as William. I was William's test subject as we
studied ESP. William held the cards, while I try to guess what the symbol
is on the other side.

"William thinks I have a high probability of having some kind of 6th sense"
I totally lied, yet I was also told the truth.

My gift allowed me certain advantages, by sending me visual images of
Marshall and his life. From this I learned that Marshall had a two year
sexual revolution with a guy named Everett. At the same time I saw Marshall
in a loving and trusting, yet sexless marriage. Marshall delves into his
business, while his wife Barb volunteers her time to worthy causes, mostly
her kids.

"Who's Everett" I interrupted Mr. Hardwood's in mid sentence.

"Sorry! Um, Jon is it. I don't believe I know anyone named Everett."
Marshall declared, even though I knew he was lying.

I felt Marshall's attraction to me and his memories of Everett returning to
his thoughts, yet he made no attempt to acknowledge this period of his
life, which he kept hidden deep inside.

"You sure, maybe someone you knew when you went to college, a classmate
maybe" I egged him on.

"No, the name is unfamiliar. What's the deal, Jon. Are you majoring in
fortune telling?" Marshall said acting frustrated and nervous.

"Sometimes I get a vibe or mental picture from certain people, and I have a
bad habit of blurting out what I see. As for my major, it's in Physical
rehabiliation." I continued the ruse.

"What else do you know about Everett" Marshall wanted to know how this
young man could possibly know about his college roommate and gay lover.

"Take my hand" I insisted as I got ready for the final act.

Marshall raised his arm and I touched his powerful fingers. Playing the
part, I closed my eyes and pretended to concentrate. After 30 seconds I
stood up and opened my eyes wide, walked to the back of the couch and
proceeded to give Marshall a shoulder massage.

"This is how it began" I stated in a deep and strange voice.

"One chilly night in October, you and Everett came back to the dorm room,
after a long, wet and cold game of touch football. You, complained that
your neck hurt. Dirty and tired, Everett, a true friend who secretly was
attracted to you, offered to give his roommate a neck rub. As the massage
ensued, Everett forgot all about the shoulders and worked his way down to
your sensitive nips and pecs. You thought Everett had warm hands and is
actions felt good, almost natural. You also admired your roomy and
considered him to be friendly and attractive." I continued.

While I told the story, I also mimiced Everett's movements that October
night, in order to sway Mr. Hardwood into recreating those events.

My movements soon told the story, as my hands reached into Marshall's white
dress shirt and I slowly glided my fingers across his smooth hairless
chest. Marshall did nothing to stop my advances, as on that night, he
enjoyed his attractive roommate's sexual advances.

By now Marshall was reliving the experience, and actively participating in
it's conclusion, as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it completely.

My hands reached further down til I reached Marshall's tented trousers,
which held a throbbing and growing mature cock. Marshall rubbed my arms as
I unzipped his slacks, reached in, and pulled out 7 inch thick erect
dick. After briefly stroking Marshall's manhood, I returned to the front of
the couch and kneeled down between his legs.

"I swear to you Marshall, that I will never tell a living soul what we
about to do" I said as I spoke the words Everett said that night.

"I have wanted this to happen since we first met, Everett" Marshall stated
softly, then used his hands to guide my head to his hard cock, which I
engulfed and then feasted on his perfectly juicy pole. As I blew on
Marshall's cock, I expelled my attire as well as my partner's. With both of
us naked, Marshall stood up, lifted his left leg and rested it on the
couch, giving me full access to his hard endowment and hanging blonde furry
balls.

It didn't take long for me to extract Mr. Hardwood's warm creamy essence as
his hot cum hit the roof of my mouth and flowed down into my awaiting
throat.

I responded by pushing Marshall back onto the couch, then I stepped up onto
the couch, with my feet on either side of Marshall, grabbed his head and
forced my rock hard salami into his mouth.

This action was not explored on that long ago October night, but eventually
Marshall and Everett did participate in every aspect of gay sex.

Marshall moaned loudly as he sucked on my college student woody and tasted
my youthful flesh. I pounded his eager throat with an energetic desire to
release my demon seed. I felt the beginning signs of orgasm, but was
interupted by William's quiet arrival.

"Hey, Jon! I see we have a guest." William said in an excited voice, then
quickly got undressed. My ass covered Marshall's face, preventing William
from seeing his fellow kinsman.

William joined the action by seeking out Marshall's new meat and placing it
into his thirsty mouth, not knowing that the sweet treat he was enjoying
was in fact a relative.

William was finger fucking Mr.Hardwood's mature hole and sucking an
experienced thick cock, while Marshall endulged his sexual nuances on my
dripping meat.

William's fingers were stimulating Marshall's rectum and reminding him of
the days he spent with Everett, who ironically loved to rim ass.

Marshall shot his load into William's hot mouth, while I filled
Mr. Hardwood with my warm juicy boy cum. Yet, I did not transfer a demon
seed into Marshall. It was at that moment, that I figured out that the
devil's coven was picky, and chose only people who fit their preverted
criteria.

Willliam grabbed the leg of this new guest and flipped him over, targeted
his drooling dick, and shoved it into the strangers loose hole. I got off
the couch and watched to see how long it would take William to figure out
he was fucking his own flesh and blood.

Marshall was howling at William to fuck him harder when suddenly he action
froze.

"Mr. Hardwood! Marshall" William yelled.

"Hey Will! Don't stop what your doing, it feels really great! Marshall
replied, then used his own movements to continue his anal stimulation.

William turned to me and smiled with pride. I could tell by the look on his
face that he was impressed and confused with the arrival of Marshall
Hardwood, let alone how I seduced him.

While Marshall was telling William what a big dick he had, a figure
appeared in the room. In the middle of their bucking and moaning session,
David was intriqued by the hot action unleashed before his eyes. David
often had forbidden thoughts about his sexy daddy, which he also kept deep
inside, but which were now given a new life.

"Dad" he whispered, upon seeing his father's contorted expression of raw
sexual desire and satisfaction from being fucked from behind.

Marshall saw his son standing in the room and tried to explain.

"David! Umm, I stopped by for a visit, and Jon!" Marshall didn't finish.

David held up a pointed finger to his mouth.

"It's cool, Dad. No need to explain. I know exactly what Jon did." David
said turning and looking at me.

"Hey Dave, I'm fucking your dad, how bizarre is that?" William joked.

"Not as weird as this" Dave excepted the challenge and walked up to his
father, pulled out his semi erect cock and force fed his dad a big fat tube
of meat.

Before Marshall could object, David had introduced his swelling rod to his
dad, who's eager gullet accepted the entire mass of his son's flesh.

I stroked my hard dick, as I watched Marshall take it from both ends. The
scenario in itself was extremely hot, but knowing that this threesome were
all related, was a major fantasy for everyone involved.

I saw the raw intense passion of both David and William as they thrust
their hips in unison, spreading Marshall's openings to full capasity, with
slippery rock hard dick.

Some how I wriggled underneath Marshall's midsection and filled my mouth
with his mature and completely erect cock.

It was not long before our group of high level hormone driven sex addicts
were consuming and erupting massive amounts of hot creamy ball juice.

After our spent bodies allowed movement, Marshall wanted some alone time
with his son, to talk about what had just happened. While Marshall and
David remained in the living room, William and I bee lined to the shower,
for a soapy clean melding of muscle, skin and endowments. Our wet and wild
romp in the shower lasted for almost an hour, when we decided to continue
our lust for sex in the bedroom. As we walked to William's bedroom, we
heard strange noises and decided to investigate.

Peeking around the corner revealed Mr. Hardwood laying naked on the coffee
table. David had spread his father's legs and was fucking his dad's carnal
and forbidden ass lips.

William seemed very interested in the action in the living room, as his
eyes remained glued to the performance. William's movements guided me to
his rear end and I entered his cavity. Slowly and silently I plugged his
back door as he watched father and son discover their lustful, incestual
attraction.

I realized that the freedom spirit in William was a voyeur. A person who
derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts
of others, especially from a secret vantage point.

My anal poking was the icing on the cake for his recently aquired fetish,
as I noticed William stroking his already hard pole.

I also concluded that David's spirit probably had a daddy cumpulsion, along
with an appetite for hairy older men.

Marshall and David were still "bonding" when I uloaded my semen into
William's tunnel, then we finally retreated to his bedroom.

Marshall and David joined William and I in the bedroom for an all night
four way, where I learned that Marshall needed to be in Alabama tomorrow
for a meeting with a large client. I ended up telling Marshall the truth
about who I was and how David and I met, followed by my goal to see the
country then further my education. Marshall asked if I needed a stepping
stone to cross the river of life.

"If by that you are asking if I need a ride. The answer is yes, but it will
take you all day to drive to Alabama.

After Marshall told me about his intimate private charter plane he uses
only for business, I couldn't have been more elated. I kissed him, then
showed him my appreciation in the physical form, afterwhich Mr. Hardwood
expelled his juicy inner contents down my throat. The night was filled with
unimaginable stamina and unforgetable orgasms.

At 6 am, David lay in bed still asleep. William is headed to his first
class of the day, while Marshall and I were stepping into his flying pent
house.

Soon after take off, we ate breakfast and talked over coffee. Marshall then
suggested we join the mile high club, a phrase I had never heard before.
When I asked for an explanation, Marshall attacked my crotch and proceeded
to blow me off. My initiation into this elite group, which lasted almost
the entire trip, left no sexual desire unexperienced as we fucked and
sucked among the passing clouds.

We landed in Mobile around noon and took a limo to a hotel, located on the
sands of Mobile Bay.

Marshall insisted I check out the beach while he met with his client. A
suggestion that would carry me to my next cross country adventure...