Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 01:28:37 +0000
From: wadewright@att.net
Subject: Daddies and the Boys    chapter 2

			   Daddies and the Boys

		       Chapter 2 / Night On The Farm

			      By Wade Wright

	Clay attempted a muttered, "Yes", but it rather failed to come out
very clearly.  He shook his head "Yes" and then did say, "Yea.  Uh, I'm
game."  But the statement, if --that is what it can be called, --came out
very lowly, and very slowly.
	"OK, then."  Phil entered.  "Let's finish our drinks and then get
out of here, OK, guys?"
	Everybody kind of agreed, but all of the men were rather taking the
low tone that Clay has rather presented to the table.  Clay's friend, Bill,
Clay's Dad, Ray, and the man that Clay now rather assumed was his new
"step-dad", all knew that Clay was still in somewhat of a state of shock
and that they needed to go slowly and calmly with him.  Each, internally
processed the fact that-- yes, Clay had just experienced one very big
emotional experience,---- disclosed and admitted to his own father that,
yes, he was gay, and then at the same time, and even more dramatically,
finding out that his own father was gay, his father has a lover, and that
his own father wants to go to bed and have sex with him,-- his own son!
	Ray turned to Phil and asked.  "You paid and tipped Mike, right?"
	"Yea, all taken care of here.  Whenever you guys are ready, we can
go."
	After they had finished their drinks, in a rather quick but silent
fashion, the four men got up from the table and headed toward the door.
Being in the back-most booth, they had the entire length of the bar to
travel to reach the door.  Phil and Bill walked side by side, and Ray and
Clay, the father and son, followed.  There were many smiles expressed as
they went through the bar.  The younger men were admiring the fact that
some of their own, had obviously been successful in getting themselves a
couple of good looking older guys, and the older guys in the bar were of
course jealous of the two guys that were escorting out the two muscular
athletic young men.  Nobody knew the real story.  Nobody in the bar knew
what had just happened.  Mike was the only person that had any question at
all that something unusual had just taken place.  And he was not too sure
just what had happened.  From the actions of Clay, and Bill's very close
comforting and attention that he had been expressing toward Clay, and also
Ray's demure, let Mike know that something very unusual had just taken
place.  As he watched the four men leave the bar, he was very thankful that
he knew Phil would be in during his next work shift or two, so that he
could get filled in on all of the details.  As the four left the bar, Mike
silently stood there with a tray of drinks in his hands, and calmly watched
the exit.  In his mind, Mike was hopeing that everything was good, and that
the quiet four had not experienced any bad time or bad news. He knew he
would find out in a day or two.
	As the men got outside, Phil turned to Bill and said.  "I think Ray
and I will use our car, and you and Clay can follow.  You kind of remember
how to get to the farm, don't you Bill?"
	"Uh-yea.  When I get to that old house that was turned into a
restaurant, I turn right on that small road?  Right?"  Bill replied.
	"Right!"  Phil answered.  Then is a quiet tone so that only Bill
could hear since they had now dropped back a little from the other two, he
continued.
	"I'm going to use the old way out to the farm instead of the
highway.  I think it might be better for Clay right now if we approached
this all in a little slow way, and not make him feel like he is being
rushed down the highway.  You agree?"
	"Yea, I definitely do agree.  He is still kind of in a state of
shock, and I think he will be OK, but I do think we need to go a little
slow with him and let him set the pace."
	"OK, we'll see you guys at the farmhouse then.  Now you know where
you are at and how to get there, right?"  Phil again asked.
	"Yea--got it.  My only question was about if the small road beside
the restaurant was the right one. We will be right behind you guys.  See
you there."
	Bill and Clay got in Bill's car, and Phil and Ray got into theirs.
Well, actually Phil's, but Phil had referred to it as "theirs" so maybe
they were close enough together that things were starting to become
"theirs" and not 'mine and yours'."
	As they headed out of the parking lot, Bill looked at Clay and
asked.  "Hey man, you're pretty quiet.  You OK?  You doing OK?"
	"Yea, Bill I guess I am.  I got to admit though that it's not every
day that a guy finds out that his own dad is gay, and that his own dad
wants to have sex with him.  Bill, if you found out that your Dad was gay,
and he told you that he wanted to fuck around with you, what would you do?
What would you do man?"
	"Well, Clay I do have to admit that when you put it to me that way,
it does kind of change things doesn't it?  I've never thought about Dad and
I having sex together.  That is a whole new thinking thing to me.  I think
I can see where you are coming from."
	"See what I mean, Bill.  This is really kind of freaky to me.  On
one hand, it sounds kind of exciting, but then on the other hand, it is my
own Dad.  Fuck around with my own Dad?  Bill I've never talked to anybody
that has ever done that before!  Bill, is this OK to even be doing this?
Fuck my Dad or have my Dad fuck me, or suck my Dad off or let him suck me
off?  Bill--really, is this something that should happen?  Bill I just
never in my entire life ever thought about anything like this happening.
My God Bill!  My own Dad!?"
	"Hey Clay.  Kind of scoot over here closer to me if you can.  I
think maybe you need some body contact here."
	Clay scooted over toward Bill a little closer and Bill put his hand
down on Clay's leg.  He gently squeezed it slightly.
	Being a very nice warm late summer evening, both young men were
dressed appropriately for going to a "Daddy/Boy" bar.  They were dressed as
'Boys" that needed some 'Daddies' They both had on shorts, and not the kind
that just kind of hangs on the body.  These were the short that would make
some 88 year old lady flip her head to take another look at.  Tight, form
fitting, ass clenching shorts.
  	So as Bill reached over, to Clay, he had skin contact.  That felt
very good and very comforting to Clay, at that time.  Clay returned the
touch of caring.  Feeling Bill's flesh felt very good and very comforting
to him right then.
	"You know Clay."  Bill said.  "Your question about my Dad really
did get me to thinking.  Got to admit that I never gave it any thought
before.  But you asked, and since I know you are really going though some
metal gymnastics with this right now, I think you deserve an answer.  Sex
with my Dad,----no!  But, Clay, it's not because it's my Dad.  It's because
of the extra gut and the extra, what, --100 pounds he tugs around with him
all day.  Yea, I had never thought about sex with my Dad until now, but
Clay, if I was horny and on the look,-- ran across him in the bar, --I'd
keep walking.  It's not Dad as in 'Dad', it's his lack of build.  Now your
Dad-shit man!  We have a different story here man.  Clay, the entire time
I've been on his wrestling squad I've been hopeing that for some funny
reason he would need to shower down with us guys.  I've wanted to see that
body naked since I first met him, a long time ago.  Hey, your Dad was
probably one of the first guys that I ever took a good deep breath because
of.  But, until last Saturday night, I had to just wipe him out of my mind.
Clay, your Dad is damn good in bed!  He is well hung just like you, and he
knows how to use it!  Last Saturday night, and then on into Sunday, yea I
kept having these thoughts about,--- hey Bill, ---you are fucking around
with your best friends dad.  I kept trying to convince myself that I had to
get out of bed, or just play around with Phil.  Clay, I truly do understand
some of what you are mentally going through right now.  Tell you what.
Let's get to the farmhouse, and just see what happens.  If the night turns
out to where I and your Dad do the fucky thing, and you and Phil play
around, so be it.  We are not going to force anything that is not
comfortable.  OK?  Hey, maybe they would like to watch a couple of young
studly 21 year old guys get it on with each other!  OK?"
	"Yea, Bill.  Let's just see what happens when we get to the house.
I'm still trying to accept the fact that my own Dad is one of the guys at a
gay bar that other young guys look at, lust over and then go home and fuck
with.  Bill, that is really hard for me to imagine and accept right now.
Bill, I think all kids assume that after we are made, all parents stop
having sex.  The whole idea of thinking about our own parents doing the sex
thing is kind of revolting.  Then to realize that not only is your Dad
still doing sex, he is doing guys, young guys, guys that are huffing and
puffing over him, and he also wants me to put my ass in the air so he can
see what his own son has for an ass hole!  Shit Bill, I never in my entire
life ever thought I'd be having this type of thoughts or conversation.  My
God, Bill!  Me fucking my own Dad, or getting fucked by him?  Man I have so
much trouble even trying to imagine it!"
	"Well" Bill said back to his troubled friend.  "Tell you what.  If
you are having trouble imagining it, you just keep your eyes open, because
before this night is over, or tomorrow afternoon or whenever this all ends,
I will be fucking his ass, and he will be fucking my ass!  We did it last
week-end and I intend to do it and get it again.  Your Dad is hot in bed.
You are too.  But, your Dad is the man with the years of experience and I
guess those years add up to something.  And that something is called, Sex
Expertise!"
	In the other car was a similar conversation happening, but not with
quite the same amount of internal concern and question.
	"Well, Phil, what do you think of Clay?  Told you he was a good
kid, didn't I?"
	"Yea, Ray.  Sure does look like you were right on that mark.  How
are you feeling about getting in the sack with him.  Is that bothering you
any?  I think Clay is really having some reservations about this.  What do
you think?"
	"Hey, Phil.  I know Clay has some reservations.  I know I probably
would too.  I'm the Dad.  I'm the one that has always yelled when he was
doing something wrong, or telling him what he was supposed to be doing, and
what he was not supposed to be doing.  That's what Dads do.  Tonight is a
real different night for Clay.  Well, for me too, but I guess I have had a
whole lot more time to think about this time happening, some time.  This
has all hit Clay right between the eyes, all at once.  Let's face it.
Before tonight he and I had never even talked about the "possibility" of
him being gay and playing around with other guys and their dicks.  He did
not know I love cock.  This has all happened, all at once, for him.  And
now,----- he finds out that his cock happy father wants to play with his.
Hell, yes, he is shocked and confused.  When we get to the house, I'm just
going to let him take control and see how he reacts.  Hey, Phil, if it so
happens that he just can not handle this, then maybe you and he can get it
off and I and Bill will do our thing again.  I'm sure not going to scare
the hell out of Clay.  Yea--I do hope he wants to play around with me.  I
know I sure want to feel his tight little body, but if it can't happen,
then so be it!"
	"Good Ray.  I'm glad to hear that you are using some calm thinking
about this.  I know how anxious you are to get to him.  Hell man, you and I
have talked about you getting to have sex with your boy ever since we've
kind of been together.  What two, three years now?  Yea, back in the early
days, Clay was just too young to even think about it, and I felt guilty
even talking about it.  But Ray, now he is no longer a boy.  Well to us old
farts he is still a boy, but legally and age wise, he is a grown man.  You
certainly have taken home stuff younger than Clay is and that certainly was
no problem.  So the time has finally come where your past dreams of doing
this just might happen, but-and this is a big but---if he just can not
accept the idea of sex with his old man, you will need to accept that!"
	"Yea, I will Phil.  I look at him just like a lot of other young
guys that I have lusted over in the past.  Want it, can imagine it, can
almost taste it, but if he is not interested, then it's called move on
time."
	The cars were finally pulling into the farmhouse lane.  The drive
from the bar to he farm had taken about 15 minutes.  As was pre-planned
between Phil and Bill, the drive was taken very cautiously and purposely,
slowly, so that Clay did not feel like everything was being rushed.
	"Damn, this is nice, isn't it?"  Clay exclaimed to Bill.  "Boy,
sure would be nice to live out in the country like this all of the time.
Shit man!  No neighbors close at all, are there?  Hell, I could run-around
butt ass naked all of the time, couldn't I?"
	"Well, that's what we did last week-end.  Damn, it sure felt good
letting the ole 'swing thing' swing free and not be all scrunched up inside
of some briefs.  Hey, Clay, I can tell you one thing, when your Dad's gets
a chance to swing free, it really swings!"
	"Oh yea.  So are you trying to tell me that my Dad is better hung
than I am.  Is that what I hear, here, man?"
	"No, no, man!  Did not tend to imply that.  Guess, just since last
weekend was the first time that I ever got a chance to see it, I got kind
of all hung up over it.  Shit man!  I've played with yours for so damn many
years now, that I forget if it's big or not.  I guess it must satisfy me
pretty good, counting on how many times I've come begging for it."
	As the cars parked, the men got out and Clay told Phil.
	"Damn, man!  Damn nice place!  I kind of guess being a high school
coach is a hell of a lot better than I thought it was."
	"No Clay.  No it is not!  This is the ole family place.  We don't
farm the land anymore, since I certainly did not grow up to be a farm type
of guy, so the fields are all rented out to other farmers around the area.
I am making sure that they remain profitable so the family does not decide
to sell off some of the land.  I'm sure the first to go would be the
property right here beside the house and up close to the road, so I am
making damn sure we keep making money on these fields. I sure in hell don't
want any new houses being built right next door.  Your Dad and I both enjoy
letting nature hang out as often as possible, and besides we like for our
visiting friends to feel the freedom of a good breeze blowing up in their
asses as they walk around feeding the animals.  Which reminds, watch out
for the old goose.  He's got that name for a damn good reason!"
	 As the four men went into the house, Clay looked around and said.
	"Man, this might be called a farmhouse, but it sure does look much
more like a big city, downtown penthouse, type of place.  Phil, did you do
all of the decorating in here yourself?"
	"No, Clay.  As you get older, you will find out that being gay does
have it's advantages. There does seem to be a lot of gays in just the right
professions, and they love to show off their talents whenever possible.  A
friend of mine just happens to be an interior designer, and when I
mentioned that I thought I needed to do something in here, that was all the
suggestion he needed.  He begged me to let him do it, and to make a
complete project out of it so that he would have a portfolio of how to
completely re-decorate a house on very little money.  What do you think?
Looks pretty good for only a couple of thousand dollars, uh?  The before
shots are in that book under the coffee table when you want to see what it
started out like.  Hey, Ray and Bill, why don't you two show Clay around
the place a little, and I'll get us something to eat while you show him the
best places to have sex in this house.  OK?"
	Ray and Bill proceeded to show Clay the rest of the house, and
especially the balcony off of the upstairs den.  That was the area that
Phil was referring to as the best place to have sex.  The balcony floor had
been covered with a good thick cut of living room type carpet so that any
unplanned laying down on the floor was completely comfortable.  The view
from the balcony was toward the fields and the woods, and not a house in
site.
	As they walked out onto the balcony, Ray, told Clay.  "This is much
more than just a balcony.  This is 'the' sex place.  Outdoors!  No bugs!
No ants!  The breeze blows across your bare butt and the smell of the
countryside fills your face.  Last week-end, this is where we all woke up
at, on Sunday morning.  The sun comes up right over that hill, and that was
our alarm clock last Sunday.  I don't think Phil's interior designer had
anything to do with this carpet being here, but it sure is a damn good
addition.  After sex, all three of us just fell asleep out here.  Oh, and
if you have to take a piss, hey over the edge man.  Just that simple!"
	After a short tour of the farmhouse, Ray told the two younger ones
that he was going to see what Phil was doing, and he went to the kitchen.
	As he entered the kitchen he exclaimed. "Oh, a nude cook, I see!
Well, I sure do hope you are not grilling anything that might splash.
Don't need to let you damage that sausage stick any."  Phil had gone to the
"nude" style.  Ray then decided, the nude style looked pretty comfortable
and besides, if this evening was going to work out anyway like Ray was
praying for, nudity was part of the requirement.
	Ray yelled up to the two younger guys upstairs.  "Bill and Clay,
you can leave your shorts and stuff in the extra bedroom if you want."
That was Ray's suggestion that they might return back downstairs, naked or
at least almost so.
	The two young men took the hint.  Actually it was after Bill told
Clay that for the entire time that he was there the prior week-end,
everybody was in the buff, the entire time.  The two young men entered the
kitchen area, entirely nude, and with some semi-hard cock swinging back and
forth.
	As Phil turned slightly to see the two younger men enter, he
exclaimed.  Oh my gosh!  Oh, God.  Look at that!  Ray, you and Clay look
like twins!  By God man!  Look you two are almost identical. Ray, go stand
beside Clay. Bill, look at them!  Same height, same body build, same hair
covering, well except Ray, your hair line is just little higher than
Clay's.  My God Clay.  Stand back and look at your Dad.  If you keep the
body that you have right now, that is what you will look like in about 23
or 24 years.  Man!  I just can not get over how identical you two are for
being, what 23 or 24 years age difference?  You know Ray, I've been trying
to tell you that you still have one hot body, and now that you can compare
it with your 21 year old son, I hope you start agreeing with me.  Shit man!
Hey, Clay, I think your Dad is hotter now that I have before.  I guess
seeing how you and he look so alike, even in the buff, has just made me
that much hotter for him."
	Clay admiringly looked his Dad over.  "Yea, do have to agree.  The
old guys looks pretty good don't he?"
	Clay and Ray were almost identical in body appearance.  Both 5'11",
both dark haired, both right at 200 pounds and both with thick chests and
small waist lines.  The legs on both of the men were very strong and very
muscled.  Even for having the age difference between them, they both had
tight firm asses.  Ray really did look like he could easily pass for a much
younger person.  Especially when compared to his 21 year old son.
	Phil had some cheeses, crackers, sliced fruit wedges and yogurt all
dished up for them, and told them to sit down and get something to eat.
	After eating and having some small talk, the four decided to go up
stairs and "find out how things work out."  As Phil rather referred to it.
Phil suggested that they all start on the king size bed that was in the
main bedroom.
	"Clay, I know you are still pretty uncomfortable with this whole
idea, so why don't you and I lay over here on this side, and let me enjoy
you and your big stick for a little.  Your Dad and Bill can use the other
side of the bed for whatever they are going to do, and we will just see
what happens, when four guys all use the same bed at the same time."
	"Yea, OK."  Clay said.  Without any other comments, Clay laid down
on the left side of the bed, and reached out for Phil.  He grabbed Phil
around the chest and pulled him forward.  Clay very lovingly kissed Phil on
the neck and then asked.
	"Hey, I don't feel comfortable calling you Phil.  That feels too
cold to me.  Maybe when we are up and doing other stuff it's OK, but while
in bed, what can I call you that is not so formal?"
	"Well."  Phil replied.  "Last week-end Bill started call me Dad,
and calling Ray Daddy.  How does that sit with you?  Does calling me Dad
and calling Ray Daddy, sound better and more comfortable to you?"
	"Yea, it sure does.  So, Phil, you are Dad to Bill and I, and my
Dad, the real one, is Daddy!  Right?"
	Good that works for me.  That OK with you Bill?"
	"Yea, that's hot for me."  Bill said, as he removed him mouth from
around Daddy's dick. Bill knew where the meat was, and he went for it.  He
had found out last week-end that he did not need to stand around and ask,
"Where's the meat?"  It was in his mouth!
	"Dad" and Clay started getting into the normal, man with man,
activities.  Clay was starting to really loosen up and seemed to be losing
his tension.  As Dad guided Clay down along his furry chest line, he
directed Clay to his left tit.  "Bite that tit, boy!  Bite your Dad."
	Clay did as instructed, then moved to the other tit, and bit it as
well.
	Clay then moved his face on down the length of Dad's stomach and
licked into his Dad's belly button.  Clay moved his hands to the back side
of Dad and started squeezing Dad's butt muscles.  That truly made Dad's
dick stand up good and straight.  Clay could feel it pushing up against
him.  Clay slowly moved his mouth down toward the dick and gently
positioned Dad's dick so that he could move his mouth down around it.
	Dad slightly arched his body up so that Clay would be getting his
big rod in his mouth, just a little faster than Clay was going for it.  As
the entire dick slid into Clay's mouth, Dad turned his head and looked over
at "Daddy" to see if he was watching what was happening on the other side
of the bed.  He was!
	Daddy was laying there with his dick firmly planted inside of
Bill's mouth, and he was watching his son swallow his lover's dick.  Daddy
looked at Dad, and smiled.  Then returned to once again watch his son, do
his mouth sucking and tasting of his own lover's dick.
	Rather quietly, Ray turned to Phil and said.  "Well, looks like I
have another reason to be proud of my son.  He has been taught the art of
sucking and swallowing a dick very well, hasn't he?  Hey, Bill, were you
the teacher here?  Are you the one that taught my boy how to do a guy's
cock like that?"
	Bill pulled off of Ray's stiff rod and replied.  "Hey Daddy.  My
dick was only the practice dick.  I was kind of serving as the training
location.  Some other guys were the ones that did the teaching.  By the
time he ever got on me, he was well into knowing what was happening and how
to make it happen."
	"Well, hey Bill.  How old was he when he started? Do you know?"
	"Hey Daddy, he told me once that the first time he ever tasted dick
was when he was in the seventh grade.  So I guess he must have been, what
like 13?"
	"Shit he's been into this scene a long time then I guess, uh?  How
old were you two when you first played with each other, Bill?'
	Once again Bill had to pull of off Daddy's dick to answer his
question.
	We were just going into the freshman year of high school.  So he
had a couple of years of experience before he and I did anything together.
He already knew how to suck cock, and by the time I even thought about
ramming my dick up in a guy's ass hole, your son was very experienced in
that activity.  He is the one that taught me how to fuck an ass and how to
get my ass fucked."
	"Oh, so he does like to get that good, tight muscled, ass fucked
then, right?"
	"Oh yea Daddy, he loves it.  I've seen him get double fucked once
to.  Two of our friends inter-twined their crotches and got their dick up
against each other, and your little boy sat right down on top of them
together.  I watched that happen, and the greatest reaction that I saw from
that action, was the big broad smile that came across your boy's face.  He
was in heaven!  He liked that.  His ass was full, and he was begging for
more!  Your son has a hungry ass back there."
	 As Clay was working on Phil's dick, sucking it harder and harder,
and deeper and deeper, he was listening to his true father ask, and being
given details about his own, prior, private, sexual activities.  He did
think, 'What a weird situation to be in.  My Dad is laying beside me,
getting his cock sucked off my by best friend, and while that is happening
my Dad is finding out all of the past details about my prior gay sex
activities, as I lay here listening to them talk about me!  I wonder how
many other guys have ever listened to their own dad, ask some close friend
about, his son's gay sex life, especially while the son is laying right
there beside him, sucking off the dad's lover.  How many other gay guys
have heard his own dad being told about how he got his ass double fucked by
two other guys?  Most other guys never even talk to their dads about their
sexual activities, and here I am, listening to Bill, tell my own dad about
me getting two dicks rammed up in my ass at the same time.  Way too weird!
Way too weird, and it is getting me more and more turned on.  Why am I
finding it exciting to listen to somebody tell my own father about some
weird gay sex activities that I've had, when most people would never, ever,
want to hear about some guy doing that, even if they did not know the guy.
Most guys that ever get double fucked don't even admit it to other guys.
And here I am listening to somebody tell my own Father about me getting it
done to me!  Most people would consider that way too perverted, and I'm
getting turned on listening to Bill tell my own dad that I did that, and
that I liked it!  why am I liking it so well, of listening to them discuss
me and my hungry ass hole? My best friend, and my ----Father!  My ass
hole!'
	Ray turned slightly to Phil and asked. "Hey, how's my boy doing on
you?  Does he know what he's doing?"
	"Yes he knows what he is doing, and I have to admit to you, that I
think your two talking about him is getting him all hot and bothered.  The
more you two discuss his past actions, the deeper and the rougher he is
getting on me.  I'm not complaining any, it feels good, but I do think him
listening to his own Dad discussing him getting double fucked once, is
getting his blood really rolling."
	All of a sudden Clay pulled off and excitedly said.  "Yes damn it!
It is getting me all hot and bothered!  Bill get off of Daddy's dick and
get him turned over!  I am going to fuck him like I have never fucked an
ass before.  Grab me some grease Dad, I am about to get and give one
lifetime fucking.  Daddy, I hope to hell you are ready for this, because
you and Bill talking about me getting double fucked has gotten me so damned
turned on, that I am ready to do anybody and everybody, and right now it is
going to be my Daddy's ass.  Yea, I've looked at this ass before, and I've
always wonder what it would be like to mount it and eat the hell out of it
and by God, tonight I get to do it!  Shit with this crap about a Daddy and
his boy should never play with each other.  We are both adults and my God,
--tonight I get to use this ass hole like a toy!  I'm over this shit of
wondering if I should be doing this or not. You two talking about what I
have done in the past has gotten me so damned turned on, I'm ready for
anything!  Open your ass up Daddy, I am coming in, and all I can say right
now is I hope your prior fucking experiences have been good strong hard
rough ones, because right now the only way that anybody could get me to
calm down and go gentle would be to give me a fucking sedative!  I am
fucking hot, and I am raging!  Give me your ass, and Bill and Dad, you two
had better get each other hot and bothered because as soon as I wear my
Dad's ass out or I make it to damn red and hot to have my dick up in there,
I am then going to mount one of you two.  Never in my life before have I
ever ordered my own father around and told him exactly what to do, but
tonight is my night. Tonight I am the boss!  And my Daddy will do as I tell
him!  Open up that ass man! I'm going to fuck the hell out of you!"
	Clay immediately mounted his Dad's ass and with one swift and
purposeful motion, when into him the complete length.
	"Oh shit!  Oh shit man!"  Ray cried out. "Oh God, oh shit, boy,
easy on my ass back there!"
	Clay had mounted his Dad and was riding him for everything he had
in him.  Clay was fucking his father!  And he was fucking him like he had
just stated that he was going to be doing.  Hard and rough!  Clay had
gotten very excited listening to his own Dad discuss his personal sex
activities, and Clay simply went wild!  Never before had he ever listened
to somebody, especially his own Father, detail the sex acts that he had
been involved in, and that conversation really turned on every sex button
that Clay possessed!  Clay was not upset, he was just plain hornyier than
he had ever been in his entire life.
	Clay was fucking without concern!  He felt like he had just turned
into a wild beast, and a wild beast that was getting his natural way.
	Clay had his hands placed on his Father's shoulders, and not only
supported himself that way, but also was controlling his Dad, so that even
though he might be fucking his Dad's ass way to fast and way too hard, his
Dad had no way to escape the ravaging, that he was currently going through.
Clay was fucking so hard and so rough, that Phil actually started getting
some concern, wondering if maybe Clay was loosing control.
	All of a sudden, Clay let out a
screaming,--"OHHHH----FUUCCUKK--MAN!!!!!
	Clay tightened up and went rigid.  His entire body straightened out
into a stiff board.
	Clay pushed into his Dad's ass and profoundly stated, and screamed,
"I'm cumin!  Oh Man! I'm cumin!!!!!!!  Oh shit, Dad!  I just came up in
your ass!  Oh my God!  I just came up in my Dad's ass!  Oh shit!  Oh crap,
man!  Oh man, I just shot a big wad up in my Daddy's ass.  Oh, man, ---that
is something that I would have never in the world have ever thought that I
would ever be doing.  I can't believe it.  I fucked my own Dad!  I fucked
his ass!  Oh my God!  Oh Dad!  God your ass is great!  Oh shit!  How many
guys ever get the chance to shoot a wad up into their own Dad's ass hole.
Oh man, am I glad I never knew how damn good your ass would be, or I would
have been getting up in your ass a long time ago!  Oh shit, Dad. Your ass
is no longer safe when I am around.  Damn!  Whow!  Dad, I am going to be
wanting your ass as often as possible now, I can sure tell that.  Keep it
greased when I am around.  Fuck man, Damn!  I wish I had been doing this
for a long time, now!"
	Ray was laying still on the bed, rather catching his breath.
Turning his head, he told Clay.
	"God man!  Damn boy!  I like you in my ass, but if you fuck me like
that every time, I will never be able to walk.  Shit, I have never been
fucked that crazy before!"
	"You OK?"  Phil asked Ray.
	"Yea, I'm OK, but even though I was just laying here, I'm fucking
exhausted!"
	"OK Dad" Bill directed toward Phil.  "Clay told us before he
dropped that atomic bomb in his Daddy's ass, that one of us was next.
Think he's still got enough in him do one of us now?"
	"Hey, Ray, are you wanting to fuck your boy's ass yet tonight?  You
up for it?"  Phil asked Ray.
	"Yea, I'd sure like to if I can.  Are you and Bill going to fuck
around if I fuck Clay for a little while?"
	"Yea, that's why I was wondering.  Bill and I will do some 'mating'
and you two studs can try to figure out which one of the two of you, can
fuck the roughest over there.  Bill, get in my ass, man.  Your Dad wants to
feel your sausage stick up inside of me!"
	Bill immediately climbed on Phil's ass and punched his way in.  Ray
grabbed his son and almost threw him down on the bed, stomach first.
	"Hey son.  Maybe this whole thing is new to you tonight.  But your
old man has been dreaming about getting my stick up in my boy's ass for
years now, so hang on son! Your old man is about ready to return the gift
of the cum shot back to you.  If may not be as rough and tumble as what you
just gave me, but there is going to be one hell of a lot of loving, knowing
that it is the same tight little ass that I used to change diapers on, and
used to rub baby lotion on.  And now I am going to get to rub it with
something much bigger and stronger than a baby wipe.  Back in those days,
there is no way in hell that I would have ever thought the day would come
when I am laying on your bare butt, and getting ready to stick my dick up
in that cute little shaft of yours.  Man, the way things change as time
goes on.  I've only been fucking guy's butts for about maybe five or six
years now, but every time I've fucked one, I imagined that it was this one.
This is payday!"
	Ray slowly lowered himself down onto Clay's back and slowly entered
Clay's most private of spots.  Ray had been told that his boy, his son, has
a really very hungry ass, and he is now finally ready to feed it.  Clay's
Daddy was now taking advantage of the ass that he has so long dreamt of
getting into.