Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 17:22:22 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Dad's drinking buddies 11

DANNY'S DILEMMA-7

	Ever since I heard mr Becker say those things about my father, I
wondered if they were true. Actually, I kind of knew they were true. I knew
that some of my father's drinking buddies were fucking him while he was
passed out. So it would only stand to reason that they weren't just doing
it at our house, but at the actual bar inwhich they were getting him drunk
in.

	I laid in bed that day (after getting gangbanged by Tommy and his
friends, followed by his father mr Becker), and stroked my dick at the
thought of my father getting fucked up the ass by all the neighborhood
men. I wondered what positions they fucked him in. How many times they
fucked him. And how often it happened. It was obvious by mr Becker's
statement, that my father had been getting fucked for quite some time. I
only knew of 3 men that fucked him (besides my friends -{ mr Ray, mr Mack,
and mr Weiler} ), but there must've been groups of men that's had his ass
at the bar as well. I wondered if mr Becker had been one of them. I had to
figure out a way to find out who, and how many.

	That night, after busting a heavy load all over my chest and
stomach, I went into the bathroom to take a much needed shower. I stepped
into the spray, and let the warm water cleanse away all the cum and junk
coating me. I soaped up myself real good, then easily slid four fingers
straight up my rear. A gallon of cum flowed from my leaking walls,
streaming down the shower drain in a trail of white foam. What I was able
to catch in my palm, I quickly ate, knowing it was a mixture of many loads.

	By the time I finished my shower, I heard the front door open and
close and knew my dad was home. Even more so when he called my name and
announced that he had bought home "dinner".

	I dried myself off as best I could, wrapped the large white beach
towel around my waist, then headed downstairs.

"Mmmm, KFC..." I mummered, seeing the familiar bag holding our dinner on
the kitchen table.

"Get some plates." dad said, taking the items out of the bags.

	I reached up into the cabinets, pulling down two plates and two
glasses. When I turned around, I caught pops staring at me from the table.

"Don't you think you ought to put some clothes on?" he asked, opening the
packages.

"Why?" I asked, innocently. "Ain't nobody here but you and me. Does it
bother you, dad?"

"No... no." he lied, trying to act unaffected. "I can see where you're
growing into a nice young man." he added, looking me up and down from the
corner of his eye. "In a few more years, and you'll be sporting quite a
build. You won't be able to keep the girls off of you."

	We laughed, then took everything into the dinning room where we
spooned up our plates with fried chicken, mashed pots, greens, biscuits and
gravy.

	In all it wasn't a bad meal. One in which me and my dad had become
quite accustomed to now that mom left years ago.

"I got a phone call from your school at my job this morning." he said,
nonchalantly as he bit into a juicy leg. "Your home-room teacher mrs
Brockert tells me you've been missing a lot of school lately, and wanted to
know if I were aware of it. Of course I told her 'no, I wasn't aware'-, and
that '-my boy Danny's been going to school regularily everyday as far as I
know'. So you can imagine my surprise when she faxed me over a copy of your
attendance records." he said, handing me the copy as he went on eating
uninterrupted.

"You've been missing a lot of school, young man. What do you have to say
for yourself?"

	What could I say for myself? He had me dead to rights. I could only
thank my lucky stars that he didn't know the real reason why I was missing
so much school.

"So talk to me, Danny. Have you and your friends been playing hookie?" he
asked, continuing where he left off. "Look son, I understand that boys will
be boys, I'm not even mad about that. But she tells me that your grades
have dropped off drastically as well. Now... I know it's been rather rough
around here with your mother gone, and me... drinking all the time -like I
was. But you've always managed to do well in school. So I have to
ask... are you doing drugs?"

"No!" I answered quickly.

	Why do parents always think the answer to every kid's problem is
drug abuse?

"Are you sure? Mrs Brockert says she's seen you hanging around some pretty
shady characters. Some kid named Tommy... something."

"Tommy Becker. That's Mike's brother." I defended.

"I don't care whose brother he is, if he's got you doing drugs and hookying
school..."

"He's Not! It's not like that...!" I said, frustrated.

"Mrs Brockert says he and his friends are a shady bunch. Hookying school,
smoking pot and cigarettes, cutting classes and doing detention. Do you
think this is the type of boys you should be associated with? I mean, you
DO plan to go to college right? Do you think these are the types of boys
that could help you get into a prestegous school? Or are these the types
that will teach you the fastest way to prision?"

"Tommy doesn't make me do drugs, dad." I repeated, knowing he would only
hear what he wanted.

"Then why are you hanging around him? Why are your grades slipping? I don't
understand what's going on with you. Is it... is it what... WE did?" he
suddenly asked, getting all misty as he grasped at straws.

"No!" I insisted, wanting to change the subject before he realized how
close to the truth he was. "We talked about this already, dad."

"Yeah, I know son. But I want to be sure. Your grades had always been rock
solid. The one thing that I was always able to count on in my life, was the
fact that I didn't have to worry about you flunking classes. Then THIS
happens."

"Well, why does THAT have to be the reason? How come I just can't be going
through a rebellion stage?" I offered.

"Because none of this started to happen to you until after that day when
I... that night we... we, uh... You KNOW." he said, fighting to keep from
having to say the words -'...the night I raped you'.

"Yeah, I know. But that has nothing to do with it." I said, lowering my
head as I avoided eye contact.

"Well... good." he said, relieved. "But that doesn't help explain what the
problem is." he said, waiting for an answer. "Maybe... maybe we should call
your mother..." he added, unexpectedly. "If your missing her that much,
maybe we should think about setting up some visitation rights. I mean, she
IS your mother after all..."

"Mom's not the problem either, dad." I said, knowing how hard it had to be
for him to even consider letting mom back into our lives after she walked
out.

"Then tell me what IS the problem, son. Whatever it is, you can tell me
anything. I'm your ole man." he informed. "Are you having sex?" he suddenly
asked, making me damn near jump out of my skin. "Did you catch something
from one of the girls you've been fucking? Did you get one of them
pregnant? You know you really should be using condoms, son."

"I'm NOT having sex with some girl, dad. Let's just drop it. Okay?" I
insisted, picking over my plate.

"No, it's NOT okay." said dad, angrily. "But I'm tired of trying to figure
out what the problme is. In any event, you've been hookying school and you
deserve to be punished." he said, causing me to recalling the last
punishment he'd given me.

	I fought to keep my dick from getting hard under the table in my
bath towel.

"No more Play Station or video games for two weeks." he said. "And no more
phone calls, or company until you grades improve."

"Aww..." I groaned, hoping that would be the end of his list.

"No more rides to school from your friends. From now on I'll be taking you
in to school, myself. To make sure you actually go IN."

"Awe, come on DAD!" I protested again, thinking about all the early morning
fuck sessions I'd be missing. "Eric and the guys don't even have anything
to do with this!"

"Well, I'm sorry son, but you've made your bed, and now you have to lay in
it." he said. "Oh yeah, and no more hanging around that Tommy Becker and
his friends either. I want you home right after school. I'll be having a
keen eye on you, so you better not disobey." he added, putting the final
nail in the coffin.

"But dad..."

"No buts. I'm doing this for your own good." he said sternly, as he went
back to eating dinner.

"How could you be so cruel?!" I couldn't help ask, feeling the tears swell
up inside me. "You don't have a clue about what you've done!"

"So why don't you enlighten me?" asked dad. "Tell me what the problem
is. If it isn't your friends, I'll lift the punishment."
	How could I tell my dad the real reason why my grades had been
dropping? How could I tell him that I'd been letting Eric, Mike, and Kevin
fuck me everyday to keep them from telling everyone that they knew my pops
was getting fucked up the ass by his drinking buddies? How could I tell him
that I'd been hookying school to cover up that secret, and letting Tommy
and his friends gangbang me whenever they felt like it? How could I tell
him what mr Becker told me, after he came inside me too. How could I tell
my dad that I was doing all of this to protect our shamful secrets?

	Dad and I spent the rest of dinner in virtual silence. Neither of
us knew what to say to the other, as we quietly ate our meals. Finally when
done, I asked to be excused. Pops looked at me for a minute, as if he
wanted to say a few more things, but changed his mind.

"Go on." he said, as I pushed away from the table and ran upstairs.

	What was I going to do? I was supposed to meet with Tommy and his
friends tomorrow for another banging session. There wasn't anyway they were
going to just let me out of it. And to be honest, I really didn't want to
get out of it.

			*	*	*	*	*	*

	The next morning, I showered and dressed then headed down stairs to
make myself a bowl of cerial. Pops was already in the kitchen, making us
both sausage omlets.

"Good morning son." he smiled, flipping over the eggs with his spatular.

"Morning." I said, unfamiliar with him being up so early. "What are you
doing up and dressed already?"

"I told you, I'LL be taking you into school from now on."

"Awe dad, is that really necessary? Eric and Kevin are already on their way
to get me. I promise to go right in. I won't hooky anymore." I pleaded.

"I know you won't. And I'm going to make sure of it." he said, flipping my
omlet on a plate. "Bon appetite." he smiled.

	I rolled my eyes as I snatched up my plate. Pops was already
dressed in his work clothes (a plain suit and tie from Sears), as he sat
down opposite me and started to grub. I kept looking out the window,
watching out for Kev's car. I had grown accustomed to getting my ass worked
over every morning, and could practically feel their big cocks sliding up
into me when I suddenly heard Kev's horn.

	I jumped up from the table after only two bites, and headed for the
back door.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked dad, putting his empty plate
in the dish washer.

"I... I'm just going to go tell the guys that... that I can't go with
them... anymore." I said.

"You sit down and finish your breakfast. I'll handle your friends." pops
said, pointing at my seat.

	I sat down, and watched as dad went out the back door to meet my
friends in the driveway.

"Hey fellas." he said, waving as he walked up to the driver's side window.

	The guys all tensed up. They weren't sure what dad wanted. They
really hadn't had any contact with him since they've all had a chance to
fuck him. Seeing him up close for the first time since then, was a bit
unnerving for them as they tried to maintain their cool.

"Hey mr McMurphy, is Danny home?" asked Kev, in his most nicest voice.

"Yeah. Look fellas, Danny won't be riding with you guys anymore." pops
said, leaning into the car window, only inches from Kevin's face. "Seems
he's been hookying school and hanging around this Tommy guy. uh... isn't
that you're brother, Mike?" he asked, looking into the back seat.

"Yes, sir." said Mike, having tucked his hard dick back in his pants just
before my pops walked up.

"Well, he's been a bad influence on Danny. His grades have been slipping,
and I had to put him on a strict punishment. So you understand that I'll be
driving him into school to make sure he attends classes from now on,
right?"

"Oh WE can make sure Danny gets in mr McMurphy." said Eric, trying to
conceal his growing hardon as he remembered how wet and juicy my pop's
asshole was after he got sloppy thirds from fucking him.

"I'm sure you could, Eric. You're a good boy. But Danny messed up. And as
his father, it's up to me to make sure he corrects his problem. You
understand, right fellas?"

"Yes, sir." smiled Kevin, shifting in his seat as he recalled splattering
my pop's face and thick mustache with his enormous white load.

"Thanks guys. He won't be receiving phone calls or having any company for
awhile either." said dad. "Drive safely." he added, waving them away as he
walked back to the house.
	I saw the guys eyes latch onto pops butt as he walked away. I
watched as they backed out of the driveway, then drove slowly out of sight,
leaving me behind. Without me there to catch their loads, I knew they would
be backed up with cum up to their eyeballs all day.

	Pops drove me into school, like promised. I felt like some sort of
dork from having to have my father drive me in like I was 2 years
old. People looked at me as if I were the new retard when he pulled up
directly in front of the school doors, and watched me disappear inside with
the other students.

	From across the street, I could see Tommy and his friends waiting
for me in our usual spot. I knew they would be pissed when I didn't show
up, but what was I to do?

	Later that morning in science class, Mikey kept making obnoxious
jestures, signaling that he was still expecting his usual blowjobs. I could
tell by the stiff outline of his cock in his pants leg, that he was hard
and ready. I found myself licking my lips, wanting to feel the stiff ivory
tool in my mouth. It was all I could do to fight the urge to drop down to
my knees right there in the middle of class, and bury my face in his
crotch. Mikey wasn't my favorite friend by a long shot, but he kept a stiff
hardon, and loved getting his dick sucked. I did enjoy eating his manhood,
and swallowing his juice. Mikey could tell by the way my mouth watered,
that I longed to suck his 6-incher. I had become quite addicted to the
taste of his cum, and he knew it.

	It was then that I saw Tommy Becker suddenly peek in the door
window at me. He knew his brother and I shared some of the same class, and
must have came in to school to look for me.

"uh... mr Kennison, may I be excused to use the boysroom?" I asked, raising
my hand.

"Take the hall pass." mr Kennison said, without looking back from the
chalkboard.
	I quickly grabbed the hall pass, then went to find Tommy. I didn't
have to look long, as he had been standing behind the wall waiting for me.

"What the fuck happened to you you lil shit?!" he asked, grabbing me by the
collar and swinging me around until my back hit the wall with a "crack".

"S...sorry, Tommy! My... my dad's put me on punishment!" I blurted, fearing
for my life. "Mrs Brockert called him and told him I'd been missing a lot
of school, so he decided to start driving me in! He watches as I walk in
the main entrance! What am I supposed to do?"

	Tommy released my collar, looking more pissed then ever.

"Fuckin bitch! Why can't she mind her own fuckin business?"

	I looked up at him with wide eyes. Surely he wouldn't blame me for
events beyond my control.

"You know what...?" he added, standing back as he began to unzip his
pants. "I really don't give a fuck how you do it, so long as you take care
of my cock."

	My mouth dropped open in protest.

"Right here!??" I said, looking around. "In the hallway?!!"

"Until you find a better time and place, yeh." he said, pulling out his
half erection.
	The pale white cock flopped out into view, the long rubbery
foreskin covering half the head.

"Hurry up and suck it..." he warned, "...before somebody sees."

	I looked up and down the hall in disbelief. I couldn't believe
Tommy was going to make me suck his dick right here on the third floor of
our school. Right in the middle of the hall, in broad day light.

	Knowing I had no choice, I quickly sank down to my knees. I took
his growing cock in my hand, and aimed it up to my mouth. Without taking my
eyes off of it, I sucked the head into my mouth, and worked my tongue down
the lengthy shaft.

"Yeeehhhh..." Tommy moaned, leaning his arms and elbows against the wall as
he watched me nurse on his cock.

	I knew we didn't have long before someone would walk up and catch
us, so I knew I would have to pull out all the stops and make him cum as
quickly as possible. I took Tommy's cock as deeply in my mouth as I
could. Bathing his pole in saliva as I worked my lips further down
shaft. When the head hit the back of my mouth, I forced myself to swallow
it, taking it deep down into my throat.
	Tommy moaned, looking down at me as I ate his cock from tip to
base. I wrapped my lips around the bottom of the shaft, burying my nose in
his crotch. I could smell the musk of his balls as I took his cock in my
throat. I pulled back with my lips, dragging them up along the column,
slithering my tongue along the belly until I made my way up to the
knob. Sucking feverishly on the head, I pulled the foreskin back to suck up
all the sweet nectar that may have formed before taking it all the way back
down into my throat.

	Knowing my time was limited, I attacked his dick with a vengence. I
ran my lips back and forth along the shaft a good 2 dozen time, until I
felt the it start to throb and tremble between my lips.

"Yeh man, suck that cock..." said Tommy, thrusting his dick in and out of
my mouth faster.

	I could feel him getting harder as he fucked my throat deeper. Spit
was dripping from his cock and down my chin as I tried to accomodate his
entire shaft. He fucked me as hard and fast as ever, driving his cock home
as the head buried itself in my gullet time after time. Suddenly his dick
started to throb uncontrollably. With my lips fimrly wrapped around it, it
suddenly erupted, blasting a burst of semen down into my throat like a
flood of applesauce. I drank his warm cum easily, feeling it pumped
straight into me. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief, holding his cock deep
inside me until he finally finished his spasms.

"Yeh, thats what I'm takin about." he said, pulling himself free from my
mouth as he zipped up to walked away before security could find him.

	I was still on my knees, leaning against the wall and trying to
catch my breath as I licked the remainder of his cum load from my lips when
suddenly the bell rung. The students started to pour out into the halls in
groves. I quickly jumped to my feet, using my shirt sleeve to wipe away
whatever drool or cum my tongue couldn't reach from the corners of my
mouth. Just as I pushed my way back into class, I ran into Mikey, whom
whispered for me to meet him in our usual place at lunch time before
briskly walking off into the crowded hallway. I placed the hall pass back
onto mr Kennison's desk, grabbed my book bag, and high tailed it to my 4th
period class with the taste of Tommy's cum in my mouth, and his crotch
scent in my nose.

	5th period dragged by with agonizing slowness. I was beside myself
with lust, knowing I was only 45 minutes away from getting another royal
mouth fucking from another Becker. I looked up at the clock every 2
minutes, cursing the time keeper as the minutes seemed to stand still.

	When class was over, I made a B-line down to the school's basement,
and for the restroom there where I'd been sucking Mikey's dick daily. When
I got there, Mikey was already in the last stall with his pants down around
his ankles. His stiff dick was standing up from his crotch, as I easily
slid down on my knees in front of him and began sucking on his meat without
being told.

"Yeeeeaaahhh..." Mikey moaned, loving the feel of my mouth, tongue and
throat on his hardon.

	I bobbed my head in his lap, taking his cock in as deep as
possible. I had become quite a skilled cocksucker over the past months, and
a large part of that was due to Mikey. Of all my friends, he was the one
that demanded the most blowjobs, -Eric, Kev, Tommy and his friends all
loved getting off in my ass, no matter how many loads were already
deposited in there.

	My own cock was rock hard between my legs as I sucked Mikey's
dick. I hated the fact that I missed out on satisfying Eric and Kev that
morning, not to mention the fun Tommy and his crew had instored for me. But
with dad excersizing his parental rights, what was I going to do?

	My morning encounter with Tommy, only excited me more as I dove
down on Mikey's cock with my throat. I punched my face down on his stiff
dick, taking it in all the down to his balls. All too soon, Mikey's cock
started to throb off in my mouth. He grabbed me by the skull, then started
to pound into my open throat with short hard jabs. Within a dozen such
strokes, his cock began to white wash my throat and tonsils with my second
load of Becker juice that day.

	I felt the spurts shooting in the back of my mouth, coated my inner
throat with his salty cum. I ate Mikey's jizm, excepting my mid-day meal
and wishing I had Eric's big dick in my ass at the same time. Oh how I now
loved getting both holes juiced at once. It had a way of making me feel
completely vulnerable, and at the mercy of my tormentors

	By the time I was sure that I had all of Mikey's meal, I popped his
cock from my mouth. Amazingly it was still hard, jetting up from his crotch
like an ivory bar. It was so stiff, that it didn't even look like it just
spit a ton of juice down my throat.

"Still want more, cocksucker?" asked Mikey, noticing my lustful stare.

	I felt my asshole pucker at the thought of getting fucked.
Subconsciously I reached my hand around behind me, and started to squeeze
my own ass through my jeans.

"Want me to shove his up your ass?" he asked, now stroking his piece up at
me. "Want this up in that whore pussy of your? I know what Tommy and them
had instore for you today. I know how disappointed you are that you
couldn't get all those cocks up in you like you wanted." he smiled,
teasingly.

"I heard Tommy and them talking about it this morning. About how they were
gonna do another all day session in your ass. Bet they pissed as shit right
now. And it's all because of your bitch-ass daddy."

"My dad's not a bitch." I said, looking up from his cock for the first time
since walking in the restroom.

	Tommy smirked.

"What do you call a man who puts out like a New York hoe?" he asked.

"He had a drinking problem." I explained. "He had no idea what was
happening to him."

"So you say. But a man that can take dick he did, had to have been getting
fucked for awhile. I wanted to pull my cock out this morning and make him
suck it, just like I made YOU just now."

"My dad would've kicked your ass all up and down that driveway this
morning, if you had."

"Oh I don't know. Your pops've already copped my load all over his face
once. What's to keep him from doin it again? I bet after just ONE drink,
he'll be on his knees with his ass all up in the air again, trying to get
anybody's dick up in his asspussy. Just like his son."

"Fuck YOU, Mikey." I yelled, angrily.

"No homs, fuck YOU." he said, stroking his hardon. "Pull down them pants
and sit on this cock." he demanded.

	I couldn't believe the nerve. After talking so much shit about my
dad, did he actually expect me to sit on his dick and get him off in my
ass? I was so angry, that I half wanted to punch Mikey in his face, and
give him the ass kicking I know was long over due. He'd been an asshole
ever since this whole ordeal began, and he's treated me like nothing but
shit the entire time.

	But I do have to admit, I really was missing my morning ass bang. I
wanted cock in me in the worse way, and Mikey's dick was the only one
available at the moment.

	I hestitated only a second before I undid my jeans, spun around,
and sat back in his lap. Mikey aimed his cock upward while I spat in my
hand, and began to massage the saliva onto my hole.

	Lining up the prick, I slowly eased down until I felt the head
pierce my tight opening. I groaned involuntarily as I sank down on his
entire cock, feeling it spread my asshole as it burrowed into my rectum
like a mole.

	Mikey eased back on the toilet he'd been sitting on the whole time,
and allowed me to fuck myself on his rigid tool. I began bouncing up and
down on it, loving how it felt sliding back and forth through my hole. I
couldn't believe how addicted I'd become to having sex. To being fucked up
the ass by my friends. On average, I'd been taking dick from one end or
another, -somewhere between 5 to 6 times per day. And that was BEFORE Tommy
and his goons came along. No wonder I was craving cock like a fiend this
morning.

	Mikey was holding on to my hips loosly, allowing me to set the pace
as I worked my asshole around on his dick. I fucked myself hard and
steadily on his standing tool, taking it from the bullet like head, all the
way down to the base and back up again. I was used to larger cocks in my
hole (Eric's and Kalif's being the biggest by far), so it was relatively
easy for me to dance my ass atop Mikey's meat.

	Occasionally I would gance down between our spread legs and watch
his cock disappear up my backside. I had a clear view of my ass sliding up
and down his raw cock. My own hardon bobbed up and down freely, leaking
precum at the very tip everytime I sat down fully on Mikey's meat. It was
incredible watching my own asshole get fucked, my tight anal ring hugging
his cock as I pulled up away from it. Lust caused me to fuck myself harder,
taking Mikey's 6incher over and over as it sped in and out of me with
growing ease. We were both moaning by now, our bodies making loud slapping
sounds together whenever we connected. I wrapped my hand around my cock,
unable to withstand the pressure any longer, and began spurting cum all
over the floor before us.

	Mikey felt my asshole tighten and spasm around his pulsating cock,
and forced me up off of it.

"Suck it...!" he gasped, his wet hardon waving violently back and forth as
I spun around to catch it. "...I'm about to cum!"

	I was taking Mikey's cock back into my mouth, just as the first
spurt caught me across the left cheek. The slick goo splattered against my
face like hot icing, leaving a streak of glue as I was just able to catch
the rest of his hot load with my lips wrapped around his pulsating head.

	My mouth filled with his second load of potential baby
makers. Somewhere in the world, some teenaged girl was lucky that I was
there to catch his loads. He groaned like a puppy dog having his tummy
scratched as I eagerly swallowed his cum with absolutely no second
thoughts.

	Mikey watched as I cleaned his cock with my mouth, taking the still
stiff member down into my throat as my lips and tongue sucked to coax out
whatever sperm was left behind. When done, Mikey took his cock head to wipe
up the cum dripping from my cheek, and fed that to me as well. By the time
the bell rung, we were both re-dressed and headed for our next class. I
savored the taste of his sperm on my breath all through 6th period gym, and
looked forward to getting even more apon the car ride home that afternoon.

			*	*	*	*	*	*

	3pm the school bell rung, signaling the end of a long day. I
grabbed up my school bag, tossed it over my shoulder, and ran out of mr
Washington's class like a champion race horse.

	I sped down the steps to the side exit, rushing to meet up with
Eric and Kevin at the car. Pops had made sure to ruin our morning sessions,
but the afternoon session was still doable, as pop would still be at work
and out of my hair.

	I saw them getting into the car which was parked in its usual spot
beside the building. I ran over, calling my boys by name so that they would
wait up for me. I saw them turn and smile as I approached. I do believe I
even saw a slight shift in their crotches, as I got closer.

"What's up, Danny?" said Eric, grinning from ear to ear.

"It's been one hellovaday." I said, giving him and Kev our secret hand
shake.

"Tell me about it..." sighed E. "...I've been walking around all morning
with a hardon. I'm not used to carrying my loads this long, anymore." he
smiled, knowing that I had become his favorite cum catcher.

"I know. I had more then a few girl's give me their phone numbers today,
thinking my hardons were for them." laughed Kev.

	So the guys were missing me, I thought to myself. I was glad that I
effected their dicks in such a way. It made me feel like I had power over
them, like I controlled their orgasms or something. They were powerless,
with only my mouth or ass to get them off.

"Well, I can take care of that for you guys, if you like." I offered, my
own hardon started to tent.

"What about your pops?" asked Kev. "He said you were on punishment."

"Yeah. No company, no calls... no fucking my son's cute ass." joked E.

"He's not here now." I protested. "We can drive over to the cemetary like
usual, if you want."

	I tried not to sound too eager, I didn't want the guys to know how
much of a real bonafied cocksucker I had become. I didn't want to turn them
off, having them know how much I really enjoyed their cocks.

"Hell yeah." said Eric, unconsciously grabbing his tented bulge at the
thought of getting back up in my ass again. "I'm down."

"Me too." said Kev, reaching for his car door. "What about Mikey?"

"I ran into him in the restroom, earlier. He's already taken care of." I
said, throwing my bag into the back seat as I went to climb in behind it.

	Just then I heard a car horn. I turned around to see my dad driving
up behind us, waving his hand out the window to get our attention.

"It's your dad." said Kev, sounding disappointed.

"Damn! What's he doing here?" I grumbled, snatching my bag up as I said
goodbye to my friends.

"What're you doing here, dad?" I asked angrily, as I got into his car on
the passenger side.

"I left work early. I told my boss that I would have to cut out early
everyday for a few weeks, until I was sure you were back on track with your
studies. And from the looks of it, I got here just in time too. Where were
you 3 going? Didn't I tell you no hanging with your friends after school?"

"They were just gonna drive me home, pop. Sheesh." I said, looking out the
window.

	I spotted Tommy's car driving by slowly. I think he and his friends
were looking for me in the sea of students flooding the streets. I wanted
to duck down, but didn't want pops to get suspicious.

"Why're we still sitting here?" I asked, noticing that he hadn't pulled off
yet.

"Seatbelt." he said, pointing at my empty lock.

	I rolled my eyes and reached for the strap. After locking it into
place, dad took off slowly, allowing the students to move out of his way
gingerly.

	When we got to the curb, he took a left, cutting right past Tommy's
car. I peeped in as we drove by, spotting Mikey sitting in the back seat
between Shawn and Kalif, -right where I normally sit when riding with
them. I felt my heartbeat skip, hoping that they didn't see me. I was
fearful of what they might say to my dad if they decided to follow us
home. I feared that one of them would become beligerant once my dad told
them to "get lost", and tell him that I had been their person cocksucker
and fuckboy for the past semester, out of retaliation.

	I hoped pops punishment would end soon, I wasn't sure what would
happen if I wasn't available to forefill my sexual obligations.