Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2008 22:05:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Drew Monkey <dsm_76@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's into Leather Part 3

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.
Comments, compliments, and criticisms all welcome.  I can be contacted at
dsm_76@yahoo.com

I would like to apologize for the delay in posting the third part.  Thank
you for your patience, and thanks to everyone who responded to the first
parts of this story.  I am not sure if this is the last part or not.  I
have really enjoyed writing this, and I'm not sure I am ready to see an end
for these characters.  If nothing else, this third part represents and end
to their first weekend of exploring.

 Dad's into Leather: Part Three

After a while, Dad and I got up and hit the showers again.  It was nice
being naked with him under the water.  At that point we were both used up
most of our sexual energy.  After getting cleaned up, we threw on some old
workout clothes, ate some cold cut sandwiches and watched a basketball
game.

I sort of expected things go get weird, but they didn't.  We didn't talk
too much about what had happened.  But when we sat on the couch to watch
the game, Dad pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.  It was a
gesture of affection, but also possession.  I was his boy.

After the game was over it was near dark, my stomach was growling again.  I
guess hot kinky sex works up an appetite.  I mentioned this to dad and he
laughed.

"I know a place where we can get some good Chinese food.  Sound good?"

"Yeah, Dad!  Sounds great!"

I started to head to my room to get changed.  Dad put a hand on my
shoulder.

"Boy, I want you to wear your new boots, and a jock.  Jeans, tee shirt,
socks.  That's it.  Understand?"

I didn't but I nodded.  My heart skipped a beat.  What sort of surprises
did dad have in store after dinner? I quickly got up to my room where I had
stashed my new boots earlier.  I stripped and grabbed one of my nicer
jocks.  On went my jeans and a black tee shirt.  Finally I got to my boots.
They were black leather, made my a company called Georgia.  I had never
hear of them, but I could tell they were really nice.

Dad was already changed and waiting when I got out of my room.  He was also
wearing jeans and boots, with a tight white t-shirt that showed off his
muscular build.  I noticed he has his duffel bag slung over his shoulder
and my heart skipped a beat.  Every time I saw him I wanted to rip off my
clothes and preset my body for his use.  It was almost overwhelming.

We got in the car and drove for a while.  We ended up at a place in a strip
mall on the other side of town.  It seemed like an out of the way place to
get Chinese, but the food was good.  After dinner, we got back in the car
and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Ok boy.  Open my bag and get that leather hood out."

`Yes Sir!"  I couldn't help but smile, even though my heart was pounding.
I opened the bag and the hood was right on top.  I slipped it over my head.
The familiar smells of leather and sweat filled my nose.  The snap on piece
that covered the eyes, was on, so I couldn't see anything.  There was now a
new piece snapped on that covered the mouth.  It had a rubber gag built
into it.  I put it into my mouth.  I felt a few pulls, and the hood
tightened into place.  Once again, I was unable to see, and now unable to
speak.

I felt dad's hands pull me down, so I was bending over.  My head was
resting against his crotch, his hard-on evident through his jeans.  He had
one hand on the wheel, the other holding me in place.

I don't know how long we drove like that.  After 1fter about 10-15 minutes,
the car stopped.  I heard a my dad get out of the car, and the garage door
closing.  He came around to the other side and got me out of the car.  He
led me down hallways and through the house.  It was strange how disoriented
not being able to see made me.  Dad stopped me, and I heard his voice right
by my ear.

"We are going downstairs. Take a step down."

I felt his hands on my shoulders, and I took a step.  He guided me the rest
of the way into the basement.  After a few more twists and turns, he
stopped me again.

Suddenly I feel a tug on my jeans, followed by the sound of ripping fabric.
Dad was tearing my jeans off of me, or cutting them off.  I couldn't be
sure.  I could only feel the cool air on my legs.  A few more rips and my
shirt was gone too.  I was standing in the basement wearing only my boots,
and a jock.  I felt the leather cuffs go onto my wrists.

"If you feel behind you, you are going to feel something hanging.  It's a
sling.  I want you to climb in, and I will help you.  Understand?"

I nodded and reached behind me.  There were leather straps hanging in
mid-air.  Where did he get a sling?  This was so hot!  With Dad's help, I
climbed in and positioned myself.  I was laying on my back.  He attached my
feet into some sort of cuff, so my legs were supported.  Then he put my
arms into restraints which were attached to the chain supporting the sling.
Once again I found myself at the mercy of my father.  He didn't take long
to take what he wanted.

The snaps covering my mouth were removed, and the gag slipped from my
mouth.  I had a second to relax my tongue before my mouth was filled with
cock.  Dad slid his massive tool all the way down my throat until I began
to gag.  He pulled out a little, and began to fuck my mouth.  He was
rougher than before, really fucking my mouth like he had earlier fucked my
ass.  I could feel my eyes begin to water from all the rough treatment my
mouth was getting.

I felt Dad tug on my jock, and my cock sprang free.  I was so hard I knew I
had to be drooling precum. I felt a strange pressure against my hole,
followed by a long and very hard cock.  Someone was fucking my ass! As this
second monster cock began sliding into my body, I wanted to panic.  But my
dad had a firm grip on my head, my mouth was full of his cock, and my arms
were tied to the sling.

The cock in my ass had bottomed out.  I couldn't tell if it was longer than
my Dad's but it felt thicker.

"That's it son.  You are taking two cocks now."

I heard the other voice say something.  My Dad laughed.

"It's a damn fine ass.  Wait till you try his mouth."

The man at my ass was slowly grinding his cock into my hole.  Dad gave my
throat a deep pump, then pulled out.  I gasped for air, and my mouth was
filled with my Dad's balls.

I should have been scared, or pissed off at my Dad for bringing me into a
situation with a complete stranger, but I wasn't.  I was too turned on to
be anything but turned on.  My cock was rock hard, and my ass was humming
from the slow grind that the stranger was giving it.

Dad pulled his balls out of my mouth and held the bottle of poppers up to
the nose holes of the mask.  I took a whiff and felt my head spin.  Dad
undid something on the mask, and I felt it loosen.  He pulled it off and I
could see my surroundings, and the man who was fucking my ass.  I was in a
basement, but not my basement.  The sling was at the center of a large room
filled with all sorts of bondage stuff.  There was a cross, and some
benches, stuff that I had seen in videos.  The man who was fucking me
looked like he had stepped out of a porno as well.  He was shorter than my
Dad, but extremely well built, giving him the appearance of being as wide
as he was tall.  He looked like he was in his early 30s, with dark features
and Mediterranean complexion.

He looked into my eyes as he fucked me.  "You like that boy?"

"Yes Sir!"

He looked at my Dad.  "Swap?"

"Fuck yeah!"

The man pulled out of my ass.  I gasped at the sudden empty feeling.  The
two men traded places, and my Dad's cock began a plunge deep into my hole.
The man grabbed my face, and brought his cock to my lips.  He wasn't as
long as Dad, but he was thicker.  I licked the head, as dad began pounding
my hole.  He held his meat just out of reach, and I struggled to get it to
my lips.  The momentum of my Dad's fucking didn't help matters any.

"You want that cock boy?"

"Yes Sir!" I gasped.

I pushed forward, and filled my mouth with his thick dick.  He was much
thicker than Dad.  I was struggling to get him down my throat.  He began to
slowly fuck my mouth.  I worked my tongue along his shaft as he face fucked
me.

I felt a hand wrap around my cock.  I glanced down and saw Dad jacking my
cock while he fucked me.  I was in heaven.

It wasn't long before I felt Dad start to tense.

"I'm cumming boy.  Take my load!"

Dad slammed my ass as he buried his load in my ass.  I was moaning like
crazy around the dick in my mouth.  I was getting close to cumming myself.

I felt dad's cock slide out of my ass.  The man at my mouth had increased
his speed and I knew he was getting close.

"That's it buddy," I heard dad say, "Cum in his mouth."

The man at my mouth began to groan, and I tasted his salty load fill my
mouth.  It tasted so fucking good.  Finally his semi-hard cock slipped from
between my lips.

I lay there in the sling, gasping for breath, my own hard on still raging.
Dad and his buddy moved to my waist, and both began to work my cock with
their mouths.  It was a cock sandwich, their lips were the bread and my
meat was, well, you know.  The were kissing and licking each other right
around my own cock, and it was driving me crazy.  I knew I wouldn't last
much longer.

"I'm going to cum!

My cock exploded into two waiting mouths.  I have no idea how many times I
shot, but it was the hardest orgasm I had had that day.  Both men moved to
kiss me, and fed my load back into my mouth.  It tasted wonderful.  I had
become quite the cum addict in just one day.

After I had come down from my orgasm, Dad untied me and I was finally
introduced to our host.  It was an amazing evening.  The drive home was a
little nerve-wracking though.  I only had my boots and my jock on.

Later that night, we got back to our house.  Once again I was struck by how
this should be weird, but it wasn't.  Just sexy as hell.  Dad invited me to
spend the night in his bed, and of course I accepted.  I figured before the
sun came up I'd get another load, and I was right.

End Part Three