Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2016 00:55:15 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad Takes Me To A Bathhouse

			DAD TAKES ME TO A BATHOUSE
		  A Bathhouse Series Story: Club Orlando
				    By
		 Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, M Div, D Min

Copyright 2016

Disclaimer: This story is fiction, inspired by a real location. This story
depicts consensual homosexual activity between adults, including bareback
sex and incest.  If this sort of story appeals to you, read on.  If not,
then don't.

Complaints and compliments to: revjpgibson@hotmail.com


	About a week before my 18th birthday, my dad told not to make plans
for that day.  I could have a big blowout the next night, Saturday, but
Friday he had something special planned.  I've been living with him since I
was thrown out by the bitch just before my 15th birthday and he is a super
cool Dad, as Dad's go.  The next couple of days, he hinted around that I
would enjoy his little surprise but he didn't give anything away despite my
begging.  That morning, though, he told me to douche and be ready to go by
9.  Well, I thought, there's going to be sex involved.  And sex is cool.

	His wife Allison and their girlfriend Jordan, both gave me Andrew
Christian underwear.  It was cool even though it came from my Dad's
store. Allison gave me a jock and Jordan a pair of briefs.  They made me
model it for them, which was kind of fun what with them making sexy jokes.
Besides, I looked good in them, a little too much muscle to be a twink but
I also have kind of a baby face and freckles, that make me look younger.
So maybe I am a twink.  They also get that I'm gay.  That is cool with them
too.  The fact that I showed up at his door queer was nothing for my Dad,
he didn't give a shit, as long as I wasn't a celibate Bible thumper, like
The Bitch.  I told him I hate that fucking God shit.  That made him happy.
So, at my house, having a boyfriend or a trick stay over is no big deal.  I
told you he was super cool.

	So, I was prancing around in the jock, showing them my little ass,
camping it up really, when Allison said, "It's not like you'e going to need
it tonight."

	"Why is that?"

	"He's taking you to the bathhouse" she answered with a sly grin

	A wave of anxiety hit me.  "Really?"

	She nodded.  It had been my plan to go anyway, maybe next week.  If
I could find the courage, of course.  But, I decided, it would be better
with my dad.  I would be less likely to pussy out and it would be cool to
have somebody to look out for me if I got in too deep.  But I was surprised
that he was going, being straight and all.  For a minute, I thought he
would be just dropping me off, the way you would for a middle schooler with
a "date" at the movies.  When I asked him, he swore that he was going to
with a plan for busting a nut.  I was surprised.

	"Allison doesn't like to suck and Jordan isn't that good at it.
Neither of them take it in the ass.  Besides, Jordan is more Allison's
girlfriend than mine anyway.  So, every so often I got permission to get a
blowjob from an anonymous guy and plow a hot hole."

	My instructions were clear: Wear whatever, but no valuables and no
phone inside.  He gave me two twenties and told me the only thing to carry
in my wallet was that, my ID and my insurance card.  Plus some lube.  Got
to have lube.

	As we were driving, he explained the night to me.  "You will
definitely be the youngest person there, obviously.  But it's going to be
by a long shot.  After midnight, there will be more guys in their 20's and
30's but it is mostly 40 plus.  There are going to be a couple of fairly
old guys and some that are fat.  Not everyone is going to be into you just
because you're young, got abs and a trendy haircut.  You don't have to do
anything with the first person that takes an interest in you and you don't
have to feel guilty about being greedy."

	I just nodded silently.  It was the fear of the unknown that was
making me anxious.  I thought about all kinds of things, like somebody
making me do something I didn't want to do, or drugging me or something. Or
being rejected.  Or not finding anybody I wanted to play with.  Or not
being able to perform if people are watching.  All of that entered my mind.
Then a new thought came in.  Am I going to freak out if I see my Dad
getting a hummer?  I know he is a pretty sexual guy, I am too for that
matter, but he does his thing behind closed doors and I do too.  There is a
difference between knowing it and seeing it.  Then, shit, what if he sees
me being freaky, like getting double plowed or something.  Is that going to
fuck up our relationship?  Shit, for something so fun, sex can really fuck
things up.

	The bathhouse is a non-descript building with no windows on a side
street behind the Walgreen's and next to some produce market.  When we
pulled into the parking lot, it looked like there was about 20 cars there,
so not full but not bad, I guess.  I was breathing a little bit hard as we
walked up to the office to pay.  We stepped into this little alcove with a
window along one wall, glassed in, and a locked door in front of me.  There
wasn't anybody there at the window at first and I had to wait for what
seemed like a very long minute until a thin black guy leaned over and asked
me to hold on.  The time seemed to last forever until he came back.  Before
he did, another guy came along and stood behind us waiting to get in.

	Finally, the black guy came back.  "What you need, baby?" he asked.
I stammered that I wanted a video room, which is what my dad told me I
wanted, and handed him my ID.  He examined it and kept it before handing a
form on an orange card that I was to sign.  It basically said that they
weren't responsible for anything.

	"Well, baby, entry is free for you.  It's $29 dollars for the
room."

	I handed him a twenty and a ten and got my change.  I got a choice
between a shower towel and regular.  Unsure, I choose regular.  Then he
handed me my towel, a remote and a key on an elastic ring that could wear
around by wrist.  Telling me I could go in, I tried to go to the door
straight ahead but my dad gently moved to a door behind me that I hadn't
seen.  Going through that, I stumbled into the locker room.  Unsure where
to go from there, I went straight ahead.  There were 3 guys standing around
in towels there as I passed.  It turned out that was the wrong direction as
it led nowhere.  Feeling like a fool, I retraced my steps.  The guys there
didn't seem to notice me at all.  Then I found a little lounge area in
front of this large, well supplied gym in a glassed in area.  I decided to
wait for my dad there.

	After several minutes, he came along and waved at me to follow him.
We went for the area where the rooms were and I found mine, 242, which was
a corner room.  There was a latin guy with a bit of belly standing outside
my room, just waiting.  The walls of the room didn't go all the way to the
ceiling and you could hear the techno music that was playing and guys
moving around.  I turned on the TV and stripped down.  I laid on the bed
with a thin mattress and a single pillow, looking at some twink porn,
trying to get my courage up.  I ran my hand through my trimmed pubes and
stroked my dick until I was hard.  It is long enough and thick enough to do
the job.  I could hear people moving about outside and I decided to go give
the place a look.

	The Latin guy was still there and I passed by him without looking
him in the eye.  I figured I could see myself doing him but I didn't want
to hook up with the first guy I saw.  As I went around the circle that the
rooms were in, I saw a short, old and grossly fat man paddling toward me.
We passed in the hall and he looked up and down. It felt a little creepy to
be checked out by grandpa. As I found my way out, I saw another older guy
going turning away from me that was very fit and almost sculpted.  Straight
ahead from the rooms was the area with the bathroom and open showers.
Across the hall was the dry sauna.  I went inside for like a minute but
realized I didn't really like that.  At the end of the hall was the steam
room.  It didn't seem to be working because it wasn't very hot but there
were about 5 guys standing around in their towels, not actually doing
anything.  I found the way outside and went out to look at the pool.
Nobody was on the patio but the water seemed warm enough, so I got in.  It
is actually winter time but this is Florida, so swimming is not out of the
question.  But the water turned out to be a degree or two too cool to be
actually comfortable, so I got out. Passing down the side of the main
building there was the outdoor hot tub and an open air shower.  At the far
end was the maze.

	It was dark inside, just enough light to be able to see.  I went
through the first room, which was long, and then a smaller one beyond that,
before I realized that someone was following me.  The next room was just
over on the side, leading back down the hall. I stopped there, sat on the
bench and watched the monitor on the far wall, playing the same twink video
I had seen in my room.  Reaching inside my the towel wrapped around me, I
stroked myself.  The guy following me came into the room, looked up at the
monitor and sat down on the bench too, just far enough that another person
could have sat between us comfortably.  It was just close enough to say he
was interested and just far enough for him to just be sitting there.  I was
interested.  I couldn't tell for sure but he didn't look super old.  He was
definitely muscular and his head was shaved.  I was interested in him.

	At first, I just ignored him, continuing to play with myself.  Then
I opened the towel a bit, then opened it more and openly stroked my cock.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was looking at me jack
off.  I continued to ignore him, watching the movie and rubbing my hard
dick.  An Asian guy, an older guy, came hurrying through, stopped and
looked at us and then headed on to the next room.  My towel was completely
off.  But I was tired of playing a game.  I looked over at him, staring at
him as he had his dick out too.  I stared at his body as he pleasured
himself leisurely and I did the same.  He scooted down to where he was next
to me.  I reached over and grabbed his dick and he grabbed mine.  He was
uncut, which is totally cool.

	The Asian guy came back in the room.  He looked at us and the sat
on the bench on the other wall to watch.  I was surprised that I didn't
care.  I wasn't at all self conscious about it.  In fact, I wanted him to
watch.  I decided to give him a show.  Leaning over, I opened wide and took
my guy's dick in my mouth.  I went down to the fucking root, taking all of
him in my mouth.  Then slowly up the shaft, pulling his foreskin tight with
my lips.  Then I pushed it back a little and slipped my tongue between his
foreskin and the sensitive head.  He liked it, moaning a bit as I sucked.
He stroked by shoulders as I bobbed up and down his dick. I could feel his
strength in his hands as he rubbed them over me.

	"Yeah, that's it" he said as he began to face fuck me.  I looked
over and the Asian guy got up and left.  I was disappointed because I
wanted an audience.  Still, I had a strong, muscular guy force feeding me
his prick.  That's cool enough, I thought.

	I pulled off and went below after his low hangers.  I took one ball
and then the other and sucked on it.  I stroked him as I did it.  He was a
greedy fuck though.  He wanted my mouth.  I let him have it.  My warm mouth
went back down on him and he held the back of my head to push me down on
his dick. All the way down I went, smelling the musk of his untrimmed
pubes.  He swiveled his hips to drive it in.  I reached up and massaged his
taint as he shoved himself into me.

	"Ahh," he moaned but he kept trying to push me further and further
down on him. I gagged a bit even though he wasn't that hung but then went
right back down on him.  Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Dad
pass by, going from one room to the another.  Instinctively, I stopped what
I was doing and pulled off of the guy.  He reacted by grabbing his dick and
stroking it because he was lost in his own lust.  I held my breath for a
split second but my Dad passed right on by.  Maybe he didn't even notice me
but, then again, how many lean blond guys are there here tonight?  But when
he left, I went back to it.  I gave muscle dude a couple of good hard
yanks, played with his foreskin for a few seconds and then swallowed him
whole.  Fuck, I do love an uncut dick.  I've sucked off maybe a half dozen
Latino boys with uncut pingas and have liked it every time.

	Muscle dude liked what I did too.  He didn't care about shit except
my mouth on his dick.  I was hard as fuck too, stroking myself as I did
him.  Then he pushed me away and began slap my face and lips with his tool.
He held my head with his powerful hands where my mouth was right at the
head of his dick and jacked himself off furiously.  I opened wide to catch
the cream.  I caught the first spurt on my tongue, warm and salty, but most
dribbled on the floor until I got underneath to catch the last few drops.

	He didn't kiss me.  He didn't thank me.  He just grabbed his towel,
wrapped up and left.  I didn't care. I wanted the next one, the next
conquest.

	I had some breath mints in my pants back in the room so I headed
back there to freshen up.  I was still a little confused about the layout
so I kind of wandered around a bit.  The Latino guy that had been outside
my room before followed me.  I ignored him right then.  As I passed by, a
couple of guys had their doors open and were laying on their beds watching
porn with the towels on.  I just passed by and went on to my room, grabbing
the breath mints and popping one in.  Cocksucking can give you bad breath
and all.

	When I came out, he was there.  This time I looked him over.  He
had a belly for sure but was pretty solidly built otherwise.  He looked
like a regular blue collar kind of guy, maybe construction, who wanted to
fuck the blond twink with a sprinkling of freckles.  I am not skinny by any
means, pretty muscular actually but not overbulked, and I was taller than
him by a fair bit, so I wasn't scared of him.  He probably was stalking me
but, for some reason, that was cool.  So why the fuck not, I figured.  I
left the door open, stood in the doorway and stared at him.

     He looked back at me.  "Well, come on," I said.

	I was sitting on the bed.  He stood in front me.  The door was
closed.  Unlike the maze, the lights were on and I could see him fully. I
took his dick in my mouth.  All the way down but he roughly took my head
and buried my nose in his pubes.  He had the musk of a man, dank amd
sweaty.  He was built solid, like a man who works and who likes to eat.  He
had a belly but he wasn't soft.  Nor was he groomed.  He had a bit of hair
on his balls.

	He face fucked me in that little tiny room, the size of a closet.
He didn't speak and neither did I. He feed his dick into my mouth.  He
wasn't even quite average hung in length but is was thick enough.  Plus, he
was uncut and two uncut guys in a night was a bonus.  I liked the dirtiness
of it, anonymous sex.  No bullshit games.  No seduction.  We are going to
fuck.  I'm a Truvada whore and I don't ask for details from him.

	I hand him the lube. It is silicone.  Still sitting on the side of
the bed, he throws my legs up, plops some on his hand and roughly jams his
finger, first one and then two and then three, into my ass.  The lube is
cold but the finger fucking feels good even if he is rough.  He slicks up
his prick, bends a bit at the knees and shoves it in.

	I gasp a bit. "Oh, fucking shit." I moan.

	For a split second, he pauses, unsure if I am moaning in pleasure
or pain.  Then, he either decides rightly that it is pleasure or he decides
he doesn't give a shit.  He fucks me hard.  I don't care.  I want it.  He
bends my legs back to get a better angle on my asshole.  I feel the weight
of him as he rams it in.  My God, it feels good.

	"Fuck me hard" I tell him between clenched teeth.

	His face is screwed up; he has a mean look to him.  He doesn't give
a shit what I want.  The only thing keeping from being rape is that I'm
enjoying it.  Now he is fucking me so hard, it is getting loud.  His crotch
banging against my ass, I bet that anyone in the hall could hear it.  Plus,
I am wimpering. I can feel my body on fire.  I can feel the electricity
growing.  I start stroking my semi hard dick, trying to milk the cum out.
Then, right before it would be too late for me, he pulls out, jacks himself
furiously and unloads his jizz all over my flat belly.

	I lean back against the wall, idly rubbing his cum into my skin,
amazed that he felt the need to cum like a porn star, watching him gather
up his towel.  He leaves without a word.  I lay there for a minute to calm
down.  It's too early in the night to cum, even if I figure I got at least
2 loads in me for the night's fun.  Grabbing my towel, I head back to the
wet area to shower.  I pass by a short, fat, old guy that eyes me up as I
pass.

	The shower head is directly overhead and the shower is open, except
for the far end, which is a little alcove and is slightly more private.
There is a couple in there, water running down on them as they make out.  I
get some soap from the dispenser and began to wash the sex off of me.  An
older guy, I think I may have seen him earlier, passed by the shower.  He
had gray close cropped hair, the next thing to shaved off, piercing blue
eyes and the body of Greek god, defined and lean.  I put on a bit of a show
for him, washing myself, especially in the dick area, but he passed on by
after giving me the eye.

	Finishing up and drying off, I head outside.  I wander toward the
pool to see if there is anyone there, which there isn't.  As I head back, I
decide to get in the hot tub but I see there is a black boy standing in the
water sucking off a guy sitting on the deck.  It's my Dad.  Startled, I
head away quickly, back toward the maze.  I'm not sure I want to be a
spectator for my Dad getting head but I was happy for him and a bit
jealous. The boy looked young.  Then I wondered if my Dad would hurry away
if he came across me getting busy.  I was amazed because I felt a surge of
excitement at the thought.  I wanted to be caught.

	I made my way back to the same spot I had gotten lucky at before.
Towel open, hard dick out, stroking myself for everyone to see, a guy came
into the room, looked and stopped.  He stood just off to my right, slightly
in front of me.  He looked like he was in his early 30's maybe but had a
nice ass and flat gut.  He has a beard but is nearly bald, but in a sexy
way.  I stroked myself and watched him, waiting for him to back up and sit
down next to me so we could play.  But he didn't.  That was frustrating.
He was right there, naked and I wanted to get onto his dick.  I couldn't
even see it the way he was turned.  He couldn't be that into the movie, I
thought.  I scooted over just a little bit and reached over to stroke his
inner thigh, to encourage him and show him I was interested.  He didn't
stop me.  I rubbed his ass.  That's when I figured it out.

	"You like to fuck?" he asked, turning his torso toward me.

	He's a bottom for sure, I thought.  "Yeah, I like to top"

	"I have a room if you want to"

	"Sure" I said.  I didn't say to him that I had a room too. It
didn't matter.  So, I followed him.  I was turned around enough that I
wasn't sure where my room was in relation to his but the Latin guy seemed
to have left.  My new lover unlocked the door and we went into the tight
space.

	"How do you like it?" he asked.

	I wasn't sure what he meant.  His room was exactly like mine.  Then
I thought that I must be the dumbest motherfucker on the planet.  "It's up
to you" I said.

	"Doggy" he says as he gets on the bed and pokes his ass up in the
air.  There is no foreplay, no kissing, no nothing.  He wants to get fucked
and I am to fuck him.  He grabs a quickie size of Elbow Grease, it's the
one ounce size, and greases his hole.  I spread a bit on my stiff prick.
My dick is sticking up like a Hitler salure so I have to squat a little to
get it in his ass.  Bending it down, I take my dick and line up and I push
it past his ass ring and drive myself into him.

	He gasps and rocks back onto my dick, trying to drive it just that
little bit more into his hot hole.  He is fairly tight, not too tight like
a virgin because he has definitely been fucked before but not loose, like I
would imagine a pussy to be.  So I fuck him, leisurely at first, stroking
his back and rubbing his ass as I do the in and out.  But he doesn't want a
nice gentle fuck; he wants to be fucked hard.  He rocks back on his ass,
trying to get me in him harder.

	Fuck it, I thought, if he wants it, he can get it.  I've got some
stamina and I am still horny from Latin guy.  So I just rear back and let
it go.  I just pound on that ass.  Fuck it hard.  Finally he likes that.
He arches his back and moans as my tool violates him.  I drape myself over
him, try to get the angle and just fuck like a machine, like a piston.

	He strokes himself while I do him.  It's hot.  I like seeing a guy
pleasure himself in the way only he knows how.  His sphincter squeezes
against my dick and it feels great.  Skin on skin and the room begins to
smell like sex: Warm, sweaty, musky, it is a masculine smell and it turns
me on.  I pound on him, sweat dripping off of me.  I'm not built small, 7
inches long and 5 around.  He is whimpering and I am being vicious.  I am
so fucking horny that I couldn't stop now if I wanted to.  I want to cum
and I want to cum in his ass.  I want to fill him up.

	He wants it too.  He continues to whimper but his pushing back as I
pile drive into him.  I can feel the sap rising. It won't be long.  I'm not
going to last.  My breathing is more ragged.  The power of lust is pouring
over me.  The pressure is building.  My balls are squeezed up tight against
by body and my dick is beyond hard.  In and out, the shaft slides, impaling
his slick hole.  I don't know if he is close or not and I don't care.  I
want my own pleasure, greedily.  The pressure is coming to a head.  I can't
hold it.  I don't want to hold.  Cum or die.  Then, in a wave of pure
pleasure and absolute relief, I dump my hot load into his ass.

	"You gonna be ready for round two later?" he asks as I leave.

	"Yeah," I say.  "I'll be here for a while."

	I was in the shower, rinsing off again, when my Dad came in.  He
casually tossed his towel aside on the hook and turned on the water.  We
are both naked.  He's nearly 50 but he is in good shape, always has been.
He has defined pects, a flat belly and powerful legs.  I've got his body
shape but he is hairier than me.  His dick, soft at least, is a little
bigger than mine.  In the three years I've lived with him, we've seen each
other naked plenty of times.  I'm not self conscious about my body.

	"Having fun?" he asked

	" Great.  Sucked, fucked and been fucked.  How about you?"

	He smiles and nods, "Fucked some ass and been sucked.  Good night
so far.  You're not done playing are you?"

	"No" I say.  Not by a longshot.

	Still after the orgasm, I needed to recharge.  He left for a soak
in the hot tub and I headed back for my little room. I hung out there for a
while, cycling through the porn, getting my blood going again.  Basically,
I figured the way this works is that you go out to the wet areas - the
shower, the pool, the hot tub, the sauna - to meet a guy and then you go
back and fuck. Or you go to the maze, suck there (and I hadn't seen any
fucking) or go back and fuck.  That was disappointing in a way.  I wanted
to show off some.  I liked being naked and I liked being in a sexually
charged environment with gay guys all looking for more or less the same
thing but I wanted to have an audience.  I wanted people to watch.
Recharged, I wandered around the circle of rooms.  There were guys with
their doors open, mostly the older guys, but they all had their towels on.
I wondered if it was possible to do more.

	There wasn't anything I wanted there so I headed for the shower
again.  There is a black guy in there showering.  He looks like he is in
his forties maybe but built Ford tough.  Pure muscle.  I want to see his
dick, figuring that he is hung.  I could see myself getting fucked by him,
especially if we can find someone to help out.  That would be hot.  As I
shower and wait for him to turn around, the older fit guy cruises past and
eyes me.  I rub myself a bit to let him know I'm interested.  He smiles
just a little bit but keeps on going.  It's frustrating because I think we
can have fun.  Then I get doubly frustrated because the black guy won't
show the goods.  I wait for him for a little while but I am washed off and
he ain't getting it, so I move on.  My towel is wet from all the trips, so
I go across the hall to the dry sauna to dry out a bit.  It doesn't really
work but I sit in there watching a pair make out.  Neither of them did that
much for me, so even though I thought about joining in, I didn't.

	I made another run through the maze.  On the right side passageway
there is an alcove with a raised platform for massage.  The guy I fucked is
on it, getting some body worship from a trio of older guys.  I watch for a
minute and move on.  On a couple of the benches there are guys laying face
down but with towels on. I can't decide if they are signaling they want to
bottom or not.  Anyway, I move on still.  There isn't much going on in the
maze, so I head down to the hot tub, which is outside in the dark with only
a single small light.  There are people in it but I can't tell who they
are.

	"There are people who come just for the gym, especially during the
day," one of the voices says.

        I throw my towel on the post and make for the water.  I hear my Dad
say, "Well, it looks like a pretty well equipped work out space."

       I am pretty much committed at this point, so I ease into the water.
There is a guy with an Asian boy nestled close to him and they say nothing
and do not acknowledge my presence.  My dad is leaned back talking to the
fit older guy. My Dad smiles when he sees me.  "Bill," he says, "This is
Alex.  Bill and I go way back, back to before your mother found Jesus and
became a bitch."

       Bill shrugged and looked a little sheepish.  "You probably don't
remember. You were pretty young."

       "He's grown up a little since then, buddy," my Dad says.

       I'm not sure of Bill's association with my Dad or his past with my
Mom, who was a dancer when she met my Dad, but I was sure that he knew who
I was the first time he saw me.  He's been backing off because of my Dad.
"But I guess you know that, huh? You've been checking me out."

       "I guess I was" he said

       My Dad sighed.  "Well, I'm going to get a steam.  Have fun."

       I scoot over toward Bill.  He doesn't stop me or move away.  I reach
over and stroke his leg underwater.  He looks at me in the eye.  Without
smiling, he says, "All right.  IF this is what you want, come on."

       I follow him out of the hot tub.  I grab my towel and put around my
waist.  He grabs his but doesn't wrap himself in it.  He tells me to take
the towel off and I do it.  I feel myself getting a little excited.  For
some reason, we are not moving from the edge of the tub.  He tells me to
get myself hard.  I stroke it but it was mostly the natural excitement of
it.  Pretty quickly, I am as hard as a rock, my dick sticking up at a 45
degree angle.  Only then do we go.  We pass by a couple of people on the
way to a room.  They notice my hard on.  I like the attention.

       We go to his room.  He steps in first and I follow, closing the door
behind me.  "Leave it open," he tells me.

      I do.  Open would definitely be better.  I want people to pass by and
see us doing it.  I want them to stand and watch us.  I am beginning to
surprise myself how little shame I have.  Bill sits at the head of the bed,
his legs apart.  He looks at me and I know what I am to do.  He's fairly
well hung and not even hard yet with nice juicy balls.  I lay down on my
stomach and inch toward him. Resting on my elbows, I take his dick in my
mouth.

       He rubs my hair as I suck him.  I am between his legs and I use my
hands to explore his hard, lean body.  I like sucking on his dick although
I know that hundreds or maybe even more than that have gone down on it over
the years.  I suspect that I am not the best blowjob he's ever gotten but I
don't care.  As I go down the root, I use my tongue to flit at the head.
He responds well to that.  I pull off the shaft and roughly lick up the
underside, along the piss vein before kissing the head of it sloppily.

       "Suck my balls," he tells me. So I do.  I take one and then the
other in my mouth.  "Stroke my dick with your hand"

       I stroke it, using my own spit for lube.  I go down and lick under
his balls, down to the taint. I wonder if he likes a finger in his ass but
then I figured if he did, he would tell me to do it.  I go back and lick at
his balls and then plop one In my mouth again.  But his dick is too nice to
leave alone. I lick it from the balls to the tip, then take the head of it
in my mouth and suck hard.

       "All right, take it deep.  Shove it in"

       I go down on his stiff prick.  I can taste a little bit of his
precum, just a little tiny salty morsel.  As I bob up and down on it, I
feel a hand slap my ass and knead it roughly.  I fight the urge the pull
off of my older lover's cock and see who it is.  But then Bill put his hand
under my jaw and pulls me up.

       "You can say stop anytime, okay? You don't have to anything you
don't want to do" he says.

       I nod.  I'm not sure where my limits are exactly but I know we
haven't reached them yet.  I want to be at the center of group action, I
think.  Maybe even gang banged.  Bill tosses the mysterious stranger some
lube.  "You can finger bang him." he tells the man behind me.

       I feel him slide a finger in.  Then goes two.  Then three, spreading
my hole wide.  It feels good but I am concentrating on Bill's dick.  He's
hard in my mouth so I know he likes it but he isn't moaning.  Somewhere in
my mind, I am wondering if the guy finger banging me is going to fuck me.
I haven't even looked at him yet.

       "Sit up and suck him." Bill tells me.  I do.  The man is a classic
bear, a little short but thick built and hairy.  He is bald with a goatee.
Not my type entirely but I don't care.  Bill wants me to suck him and I do.
He's not that well hung but every man likes his dick sucked, after all.

       "I wanna fuck him" the man tells Bill.

       I pull off his dick, insulted that he is asking Bill's permission
and not mine.  For right now, I'm doing what he wants because it's fun.
It's not like he's my master and I'm his boy.

       "No," Bill says.  "When he's ripe, I'll fuck him.  You can eat his
ass"

       That sounds good to me.  I like being rimmed.  I roll over and kick
my legs up so he can get to my ass, my head on Bill's lap, his hard-on
against my face.  Bill strokes my hair as the Bear goes in for my honey
hole.

       "18 and horny, that's nice.  Cute, nice body, big dick.  You need to
be doing porn, big boy" Bill says to me as the Bear licks my ass.  I stroke
my cock.  "I fucked your mother when you were little.  That bitch would
probably fucking kill herself if she could see us together."

       I look up at him startled.  Why tell me that?  I don't need to know
that.  Still, a part of me thinks it's hot that the dick that rammed her
pussy is going to ram my ass.  With my free hand, I reach up and stroke his
dick, now semi hard.  I look up and there is a guy standing in the hallway
watching as Bear eats my ass with wet sloppy strokes.

       "Is he doing a good job?" Bill asks me.  I nod that he is.  "Suck
his dick.  As a thank you."

       Bear stands in front of me and I lick his shaft in the same kind of
flicking motions he did with my ass.  Bill masturbates slowly watching me
suck off this guy.  As for me, I am as hard as a rock.  Out of the corner
of my eye, I see that guy watching in the door way has moved on but another
man has taken his place, just watching.  I suck Bear off with abandon,
liking being watched.  Bill notices that.  He leans over and whispers in my
ear, "You are a dirty little fucker.  You like this, huh?"

       Bear liked what I was doing for goddamn sure.  He was grunting, then
he came, pushing me back and jacking furiously, his come dribbling down my
chest.  Through with his orgasm, Bear reached down and kissed me
forcefully.  I was still hard as steel.

       "My dick needs some attention" Bill said flatly, pulling me back
down by my arm.

       As I swallowed his tool, I felt another pair of hands rubbing my
muscles and my ass.  Bill must have gotten another man in the room to feel
me up.  Why not?  This guy was really focusing on my ass and then,
suddenly, I felt his finger in my ass.  I jumped a little but kept on
Bill's dick.

       "Well, I'm hard now" Bill announced.  "Time for you to get fucked."

       I scooted to the head of the bed and shoved the thin pillow under my
ass.  He slathered some lube on his dick and punched it in.  I gasped,
partly in pain and mostly in pure pleasure.

       "You're no fucking virgin, boy.  But you wouldn't be.  You're a
fucking slut.  You want as much as you can fucking get.  You like getting
fucked, huh?"

       "Yeah," I grunted.  "fuck me hard"

       Bill smiled.  It was a leer more than a smile.  He has going to fuck
me hard.  "You're tighter than your mother was.  I take that back.  Her ass
was tighter than yours but not her pussy.  Does it turn you on, knowing
that I fucked her?"

       My ass felt good but I wanted him to shut up and just fuck it as
hard as he could.  I was fucking horny and I wanted to blow with a dick in
my ass.  Besides, he was just fucking with my mind, trying to shock me.

      "You fucking or you talking?" I shot back

       "Good answer kid" the other guy in the room said.  He climbed up on
the bed and straddled my face.  He was a middle aged man, my Dad's age and
like Bill and my Dad, in good shape.  I open my mouth and stuck my tongue
out.  He slid his tool into my hot mouth.  I was getting it from both ends.
That was too fucking cool.

     Bill was pumping me hard.  My legs were in the air, my knees on his
shoulders as he pile drove my asshole.  I wondered if there was somebody in
the hall watching.  I hoped so.  I wanted eyes witnessing my violation.
And it felt so fucking good.  Bill has decades of experience and he knew
how to hit the button.  I was squirming as he pounded in an out.  I heard a
voice, encouraging Bill to fuck me.  So there was an audience.  I sucked in
a lung full of air in satisfaction and continued to work on the other guys
dick.

     I felt a hand on my rock hard cock.  I assumed it was Bill, jerking me
off as he fucked me, although that would have meant that he was nicer than
he had been.  But then I felt a warm mouth around my stiff prick.

    "Oh, fucking God, that feels good," I moaned, pulling off of the dick I
had in my mouth.

    "Don't let him shoot just yet," Bill said.  "Not till he's been fucked
raw."

       The guy sucking my dick pulled off but I waved him back.  It felt
too fucking good to have Bill pounding my chute and him licking my tool.
He took the hint and ignored Bill, licking and sucking on me.  It was
glorious while it lasted.  But then Bill began to fuck me really hard,
short stabbing strokes, rapid fire like a piston.  He was in the final
throes before orgasm and I would soon be following him and I didn't want
to.  I wanted to be fucked raw, just like Bill said.  I wanted them to line
up to fuck me.  But Bill wasn't going to last and neither was I.  I grabbed
the shoulder of the mystery guy and pushed him away.  As Bill got faster
and harder, as I got further along, I had to stop sucking the guy
straddling my face as I moaned and panted, Bill grunting.  Then in a final
almost savage stroke, I felt his dick twitch and my ass fill with his hot
goo.

       "Next" I said looking up at the guy I had been sucking.

       "Go for it," Bill said.  "You can use my cum for lube"

       I laughed.  It was funny.  The guy shrugged and climbed off the bed.
As he did, I could see the mystery guy.  He was a pudgy black guy and he
was kneeling in front of my father, who was standing in the door way
watching.  The black guy was blowing him.

       "Don't worry, he likes it.  He's a real slut" my Dad told the middle
aged guy.  "Go ahead, fuck him like a man"

       In the final position, Bill had moved around and I had my head in
his lap and my legs in the air for the guy to sodomize me.  I was still
hard as a rock.  I felt his dick slide up in there, slick still from Bill,
and I took the whole length of it.  Bill stroked my hair lovingly as I got
violated.  I looked over at my Dad, who hadn't moved.  He pushed the black
boy away and then just stroked his hard cock as I got fucked.  He looked me
in the eye, reading my reaction, seeing how I handled being watched by him,
knowing that he was turned on by it.  Funny thing is that I didn't care.  I
just like having an audience and it just seemed right that both of us
should know this thing about the other, that we were perverts.  That's when
I felt the guy enter me again .  I laughed out loud with sheer joy.  I love
fucking.

       "Fuck him hard, Dave" my Dad said.

       I shot him a look.  I knew the score then. They knew each other.
Well, maybe I didn't know the score but I knew there was a game going.
They knew the rules of the game and I didn't but I would just have to go
with it.  Dave didn't need the encouragement.  He didn't slide it in so
much as he stuck it in. It almost hurt.  Hard and fast, I felt his body
against mine, my ass full of his cock.  My dick must have twitched and Dave
reached down and gave me a good tug.  Then he just pounded me.

       "Oh, God. Oh, God," I panted.  "Oh, God, fuck me, Jesus Christ."

       "God ain't got nothing to do with it" Bill said as he gently rubbed
my hair.  "Not even close"

       I looked over at my Dad. I was just barely hanging on.  The ecstasy
of it was sweeping over me.  The slightest touch of my pole and I would
have come. He was hard too. His dick was sticking straight out from his
body.  The black boy had disappeared but there were two other guys
watching.  They didn't seem to be with my Dad and his friends.

       Dave was going to town on my ass.  He was supporting himself like he
was starting a pushup, his midsection against my backside and I was rolled
up halfway on my back.  I can't say it was comfortable but my prostate felt
fucking great.  His hips were like they were on a hinge and he was fucking
me hard.  Then he began to pant, his face screwed up in the agony of
impending orgasm.  I was grunting too.  Then, in a furious blasts of short
savage strokes then one long slow one, he creamed inside of me.  I was
within a half a second of joining him when he pulled out and fell against
the other wall, out of breath.
       I lay there, afraid to touch my dick,which was still twitching.  I
looked at my Dad and he was tugging on his, still rock hard.

       "It's your choice," Bill whispered.  "You can do what you want.  I
can finish you off, you deserve that."

       It was a nice offer but it wasn't what I wanted. I looked over at my
Dad.  "Fuck me" I told him, "and then eat my load"

       He smiled and nodded as Bill laughed. "Good boy," Bill said.

       I turned over and let him enter me doggy style.  Part of me wanted
to watch him as he broke that taboo and part of me didn't.  I did want him
to fuck me, to finish me off, I knew that.  It was the evil of it that
attracted me, the immorality.  Then I felt the skin of the prick that made
me sliding up my chute.  It felt fantastic. He filled me up.  My own dick,
still hard, twitched.  I was fully aroused.  My head was in Bill's lap and
he was hard again as he watched my father sodomize me.  I opened up and
sucked him, tasting my own ass juice.

       He fucked me with long, hard slow strokes.  My ass wasn't raw yet
but my whole body felt like pins and needles, having been held at the edge
of ecstasy for so long.  I didn't want gentle lovemaking. I wanted to be
fucked.  I wanted be used as a cum dump.  Without me having to tell him, he
knew.  Slowly the pace picked up, faster and then faster.  They were savage
strokes.  I was now being fucked so hard that I could only grunt.  I tried
to keep up with sucking Bill but I couldn't.  I was going to lose it.  The
pure sensation was incredible.  My whole body was on fire.  I felt
amazingly dirty and sexual as waves of pure pleasure swept over me.  I
wanted it more and more, harder and harder.  This was what I wanted, to be
fucked and fucked hard.  I could hear myself pant as he fucked me.  I felt
so good that I couldn't even speak.  Then, finally, the pressure began to
build.  That great sensation when you have gone too far to pull back now.
The orgasm was going to cum.  Or I was going to die. I couldn't stay where
I was, the sensation was too intense.  I wanted it but I didn't want it to
stop.  The pressure grew and grew, the cum flowing trying to get free.
More and more and then, in a great explosion, I shoot giant wads of creamy
white goo in spurt after spurt, my whole body shaking.

       Dad pulled out as I came.  I fell to the bed face down in the soft
glow of the post orgasmic state.  After a second, I rolled over and lay
face up.  He was on his knees between my legs, furiously masturbating
himself.  His face was screwed tight, nearly there, as I watched amazed at
the sight of my father pleasuring himself, using the semen from my asshole
as lube. Then he threw back his head and unloaded on me, spraying my tight
little torso with his jizz.

       The distance to the shower wasn't far but I had time to think a
million thoughts on the way. I had just taken three loads in my ass in
quick succession, one from my mother's former lover and another from my own
father.  I knew it was wrong, of course, the worst of taboos.  But I wasn't
ashamed.  I had wanted it.  I could have said no and didn't.  Instead, I
had gotten off on it.  So that is the kind of person I am and I was glad to
know it.  I turned on the hot water to wash off the cum sticking to me.  I
wanted the hot water to pound on me, a last sensual pleasure.

       My dad along with Bill and Dave came up.  I looked up at them.  "I
won't tell anybody" I said.

       Dad shrugged.  "I don't care if you do.  You feel ashamed?"

       "No"

       Bill smiled.  "Good.  You're a hot piece of ass.  Since you don't
have any morals, we have a few more friends that are going to want to play
with you."

       I looked my father in the eye.  "This was a set up"

       "No, it was a birthday present because I thought you would enjoy and
you did." he said with a nod.  "But, yeah, it was.  And you passed our
little test.  Mostly because you kept going even after you figured out that
something was going on."

       "I could be pissed"

       "But you're not" Dave chimed in.

       I smiled.  I used my soapy hand to rub my cock hard.  "I'm still a
little bit horny and it's not like I have any morals," I said with a laugh.

       They smiled back.  I didn't know the details of what was to come but
I knew I would like it.  I knew that they were as amoral and pleasure
loving as I was and whatever they had in store was going be a shitload of
fun.