Date: Thu, 16 Sep 1999 08:28:51 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 10

FAMILY FUCK
written by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.

Family Fuck
Part X

"Ask your son, Officer," snarled the Captain, hovering above Dad's broad,
V-shaped back like a giant panther that bares his sharp teeth to scare his
prey, his face a mask of triumphant cruelty despite - or because of - the
broad smile on his lips, "ask your son! He has at least some
idea... WHAT... THIS... IS!"

And he pushed forward again while he raised his voice and drilled another
fraction of his giant dick into Dad's tight asshole in a muscle-tensed
surge. The shove was as strong as a heavy blow and it sent Dad sprawling on
top of me and made him cry out again. He yelled like a man who was ripped
apart - and I knew perfectly well that the Captain was endowed with a dick
that seemed to be made just for that.  I could hardly breathe under the
weight of the powerful, writhing bodies of two heavy muscle men.

Dad looked at me, panting, groaning, but couldn't focus his eyes on my face
since we were too close together. His powerful body was wracked by a whole
series of strong spasms and his handsome features were contorted with pain
and shiny with a thick layer of sweat. The smelly fluid ran down his neck
in small rivulets and dropped down onto my face and chest. He was simply
not able to speak coherently and I couldn't bring myself to say
something. But Tuggart, who stared into my eyes the whole time as if he
tried to hynotize me, did not let up:

"Tell him, Simon!," he said sneeringly, "tell your Daddy what you know!"

I reddened like never before and gulped down hard. My voice was thick with
guilt and sympathy when I finally managed to stammer:

"It's... it's... a 12 inch dick, Dad, and... it's... almost as thick... as
thick as my wrist."

Dad opened his mouth to say something - in all likelihood to ask the
natural question how on earth I happened to know this - but right at that
moment the Captain ground another inch of his mammoth cock into Dad's ass,
lunging forward with all his might, and that cut Dad short: another
strangled cry came up from deep down in his wide, heaving chest, and he
tossed his head back in pain, his whole body tensing, arching up from the
point of impalement, his spine curving acutely. Tuggart was extremely
delighted with these reactions.

"That's true, Officer," he said in his loud, booming voice that seemed
somehow to creep under my skin and gave me goose-flesh everywhere on my
body, "your son is telling the truth and nothing but the truth. This is
indeed a cock that measures 12 inches in length when it's hard... and it's
hard now... very hard... but I guess you've sensed that already... didn't
you, Henderson?... and it's almost as thick as the wrist of a young man
like your son... admittedly it's pretty hard to take... up the ass or down
the throat... that doesn't make much of a difference when it comes to a
dick like this one... you might call it a gut-splitter... or
throat-splitter... but I don't give a shit if you like or not... it's your
ass, Henderson, that I'm gonna take... to fuck... with this thick, hard
dick... no matter how loud you yell and scream... actually, I like to hear
a man scream when I shove my dick up his ass... I like this additional
thrill, you know... so scream again, Henderson... at the top of your
voice... it'll only make my dick even harder... scream again, cop... like
before... deep-chested, huskily... that sounded pretty sexy to me... for
here... here, Officer... here comes... the... NEXT... HARD... INCH!!"

Another thrust up the strangling tightness of Dad's ass traveled through
his straining muscles into my body and send shivers down my spine. Dad
successfully supressed another cry but gasped:

"Shit... I can't... can't handle this dick, man! Pull... pull
out... please, pull out! You're killin' me... it's too thick... way too
thick, Captain!"

Tuggart just laughed and said:

"No way, man... you're gonna take my dick up the ass, you mother-fuckin'
beat cop... or should I say: son-fuckin' cop?... huh, Henderson?... it's
part of our deal, remember?... so you better shut up... and TAKE
IT... LIKE... A MAN!!"

As before the Captain signaled the next shove forward with his mammoth cock
by raising his voice threateningly and Dad grunted hard in response, his
head angling sharply backwards, while still more of Tuggart's giant dick
went up his butthole. Then the Captain rattled on:

"Normally, you know, Henderson, I fuck only boys... not men... only
boys... because they've got the tightest butts... and I like an ass to be
tight.. really tight... when I fuck it... but I make exceptions.... even a
man - and I mean a fully grown man like you - has a very tight butt when he
himself fucks some hot piece of ass... don't why that is... but I've
experienced it many times... and it proves to be true once again... since
your ass is tight, Henderson... small wonder since your dick is buried in
your son's hot ass... and that makes you hot, Officer, huh?... so very hot
that your ass too is awfully tight... very tight for a man of your
age... who's had his share of good, hard fucks I gather.... mhhh,
Henderson?... am I right?... tell me, man!... who had this ass before
me?... your son?.... your hot brother-in-law?... some other guys as
well?... some of the studs in the squad?... tell me, cop!... I'm sure you
like to bend over and spread your legs wide, huh?...yeah, you belong on
your knees, cop... like a bitch in heat, huh?... your ass stickin' in the
air...  I bet you love to get butt fucked... yeah, you go crazy with a fat,
hard cock up your ass, don't you, Henderson?"

Dad fought for this breath, gulping down for several times in a row, and
then croaked:

"Listen, man... listen to me, you fuckin' perv... fuck me...fuck my
ass... if it's part of 'our deal'... but don't expect any 'additional
thrill' from me, shithead... fuck my ass... take it... get your rocks
off... get over with it... and get off me! Go on... fuck me... shoot your
spunk in my guts... and piss off!!"

The Captain roared with laughter:

"Very brave, Henderson... tryin' to save your face in front of your cute,
little boy, huh?... so you wanna play the tough guy now... the man who can
take a 12 inch dick up his ass without batting an eyelid... without makin'
a sound, huh?... let me tell you, man... others have tried that before
you... and guess what... they all failed... failed disastrously... I'll
make you scream... yell... cry... roar... like all the other guys... with
this rod of mine... and you'll scream again in no time at all,
Henderson... because.... because I'm only half way in now... can you
imagine that, Officer?... only half of my cock stuffed up your tight cop
butt now... that means there's more... more huge, hard cock... much
more... more than still another six inches of thick, fat dick... to rip
your ass apart... AND MAKE... YOU SCREAM AGAIN!!"

And Tuggart drilled his cock once again deeper into Dad's quivering ass,
grounding himself as hard as he could, but miraculously Dad stayed
completely silent this time although his body strained hard, so hard that
all his thick, flexing muscles were clearly etched under his taut, sweaty
skin. Only I saw the pain in his eyes and noticed how hard he gritted his
teeth to suppress another cry. I felt more helpless and more confused then
ever before and looked away in shame. Instantly my eyes got glued to
Tuggart's face. His weird, cruel smile broadened when he saw that he had my
attention again and then he bore down even more, shoving forward, trying to
break the resistance of Dad's tight, clamping asshole with brute
force. Holding my look the Captain removed his cap with slow, almost
ceremonial movements and for the first time I saw his piercing eyes in the
room's bright light. The tiny, sloping scar that divided his right eyebrow
into two different parts made him look like the devil in an amateur staging
of a naive religious play, but I found that I was nevertheless impressed
and frightened by his appearance. I trembled under his stare that felt like
a powerful, possessive touch and then I finally got it: he was already
fucking me, not Dad! For him Dad was just his tool, an instrument that he
used for his fun, his acting representative who was denied a will and
feelings of his own. He was fucking me by taking Dad's ass, preparing me
and himself for the real thing, the real fuck that without a doubt would
literally follow hard on his climax down in Dad's guts.  Right when these
thoughts shot through my mind Tuggart ground his cock in Dad's tight
asshole again, but now it was me who gasped breathlessly.  The Captain
realized that I had understood and smiled even more broadly while something
like acknowledgement glittered very briefly in his eyes.

I sensed that he was ready to launch the next viscious attack on Dad's
butt.  Shivering as if in a fever I said quickly, breathlessly:

"Don't fight it, Dad! Don't fight! It's no use. Let... let it happen, Dad!"

Of course Tuggart had heard me too and he proved instantly that the virtue
of discretion was alien to him. His dark voice came over us like a spring
tide that engulfed our heaving, sweating bodies:

"Hey, you're smart, my boy, really smart! Do you listen to your son,
Henderson? Take his advice! He's an expert how to take a big, hard dick up
the ass, believe me, a true expert! Worked hard to sample all this
knowledge... literally on his knees!"

My face turned crimson-red when I heard this allusion to my slutish
rest-room adventures, but gladly Dad paid no attention to the Captain's
words. His eyes closed, his face pain-wracked, he whispered:

"Kiss me, son... kiss me hard!"

His burningly hot lips found my mouth and we kissed each other with
desperate abandon, with a mad glee, while we clung to each other as if for
dear life. Closing my eyes in a desperate effort to banish the Captain from
my thoughts I tried to unhinge my jaws, clamping my mouth on Dad's lips
that tasted salty with his sweat, and drove my tongue wildly around his
mouth, eager to reach every area of it, sucking hard at his squirming
tongue that darted out of his mouth, battling with my tongue, laving it
with his hot spit, ramming into my throat as deep as possible, swirling in
an out, up and down, back and forth. I heard the Captain laugh hoarsely and
felt that he continued his attacks on Dad's spasming ass, shoving his giant
dick deeper and deeper down into my father's guts, drilling inch after inch
of big, hard cock relentlessly into him. Dad's muffled groans, the wheezy
sounds he made in his nose, the strong spasms that shook his heavy body,
were clear signs of the slow progress of that seemingly endless ramrod of
man meat that stretched his ass wider apart than ever before. It was as if
his butt were that of a virgin who still had to be broken in, as if he had
never been fucked before, as if the Captain was truely deflowering him, and
I trembled at the thought that I was next to take that monster cock up the
ass.

Much to my relief the sounds Dad made deep down in his chest while we
kissed and kissed gradually changed in timbre: pain and agony gave way to
mere discomfort and then to a tentative murmur of uncertainty and
confusion. Also his breathing became less strained and the rigid tension of
his powerful muscles began to ease. Obviously he stuck to my advice: he
relaxed for his own good and learned slowly to cope with the frighteningly
huge prick that went relentlessly up his ass. Then there was a final,
forceful thrust. Dad gave another muffled snort and then lay still on top
of me. Suddenly the room was quiet and I knew and felt that the Captain had
totally impaled my father's butt, that he had rammed all the 12 inches of
his hard, thick dick down into his guts and had buried himself to the balls
in Dad's clutching asshole.

We remained motionless, our eyes shut, holding each other in a tight
embrace, and continued to kiss with wet, swirling tongues, but somehow our
heart wasn't in it anymore. I sensed that Dad waited, waited nervously, for
Tuggart's next move and I was just as jumpy as he.

But nothing happened. The Captain took his time, teasing us both with the
proficiency of a true master. Then he spoke again and involuntarily,
against my will, I broke the kiss with Dad and my eyes fluttered open,
shifting towards Tuggart's face and fixing on his burning eyes as if they
were an owerpoweringly strong magnet. Dad, still fighting with the task to
accept the massive volume of the Captain's cock in his guts, buried his
face at my neck, lost in emotions that were totally his own.

"How sweet, how touching," Tuggart said in a condescending, mocking drawl,
"now that's what I call true filial affection!" Suddenly he bent down
swiftly until his face was only an inch or two away from mine. I jumped and
gasped, trying to back out, but of course I found myself immobile, caught
in Dad's strong arms and nailed to the ground by the weight of two heavily
muscled men.

"Tell me, Simon, my son," continued the Captain, his mouth hovering right
above mine, his hot breath brushing over my lips, "tell me: how are things
down here? How's your Daddy, now that he's taken my dick up his ass, all of
it up to the hilt? Went in surprisingly easily, don't you think? As if he's
the perfect ass-slut who takes it up the butt as often as he can, who
serves all cummers, regardless of when and where, huh? And I bet his dick
got harder and harder with each inch of my cock that went down into his
guts. Mhhh, Simon? Tell me! I'm sure his dick is hard now, rockhard, buried
deep down in your tight ass, throbbin' and jerkin' wildly, like it's ready
to go off any second, huh? Tell me, my boy, tell me about your Daddy's
cock!"

My throat went dry and the words came out of my mouth as if they were
spoken by someone else. I wanted to stay silent, but I couldn't: I answered
him as if transfixed, like someone who speaks under hypnosis, with blurred
vowels and a heavy tongue, although I knew that I began to play my part in
Tuggart's humiliating games:

"Yeah, it's true... his cock... is... is hard... it had gone soft... but
became hard... completely hard again... during the last minutes... when we
kissed... while you fed him more and more of your cock... it
swelled... enlarged... became bigger and harder and thicker... and
now... now... it's rockhard... and oozin' pre-cum in my slick
asshole... yeah, I can sense that... a steady stream of lube is flowin' out
of the huge dickhead... makin' my butthole even more slippery...  and his
cock is hard... really hard... and ready, I guess... ready for a good, hard
fuck!"

All I said was true. Like a good boy I told only the truth and nothing but
the truth in front of the questioning police officer: Dad's cock had indeed
underwent a miraculous transformation during the preceeding minutes. It had
surged to rigid hugeness again in no time at all while his painfully groans
had given way to confused murmurs, when he had stopped to fight against the
enforced anal penetration and had bowed to his fate. Maybe my hot kisses
had been an additional stimulus, but basically it was just that his body
had gained the upperhand over his mind. He had relaxed and accepted
Tuggart's monumental dick in his clamping asshole and naturally, since he
loved a thick, hard dick up his butt, his body had reacted in his own way,
setting his balls on fire, pumping blood into the rapidly engorging,
swelling shaft of his thick, long dick until his breath came short and a
full, hard erection jutted from his muscular crotch, buried deep in my
tight butt, throbbing powerfully, spurred to even hotter hardness by the
responding pressure of my eagerly squeezing asshole.

Of course the Captain was pleased with my report. He grinned triumphantly
but his voice was as dark and menacing as ever as he said curtly:

"Yeah, I thought so."

Dad stirred beside me. He raised his head and looked at me with distant,
hurt eyes and only then did I realize the full scope of Tuggart's scheme:
he had drawn Dad and me into a game that was as humiliating as exciting,
that was exciting because of the humiliation we experienced, and also -
with another turn of the screw - even more humilating because it excited
us. On my advice and pleading Dad had given in, had surrendered himself to
Tuggart's power, only to find himself aroused against his will by the giant
dick that was slowly, methodically drilled into his clamping asshole, all
the way up to the hilt, impaling him like he had never before been
impaled. Justifiably he could think that this was all my fault, that I had
betrayed with my advice, and now I had done it for the second tume, and in
a even more shameful way than before: I had betrayed him again to the
Captain and had given our tormentor the ultimate thrill: the knowledge that
deep down in our hearts we enjoyed to play our parts in his game, no matter
what he would do to us.

I gulped down hard and looked at Dad pleadingly, but his eyes remained cold
and the corners of his mouth twitched scornfully. Suddenly his hips pumped
forward and he lashed his hips forcefully, driving the thick shaft of his
pulsing dick deeper down into my spasming hole, giving me the last possible
fraction of an inch of his huge, rockhard dick as our flesh met with a
juicy smack. I jumped and gasped, flexing my buttocks on impulse, and a
strange smile appeared on Dad's lips, a smile that I couldn't read. His
movement wasn't lost on the Captain.

"Hey," he said, "what a surprise! Big daddy is comin' alive again. Welcome
to the game, Henderson!"

Dad didn't answer him. Silently, his eyes fixed on mine, he corkscrewed his
big meat in the hot tunnel of my butthole again, retreating briefly and
plunging back in, ramming his huge rod home in a short, powerful shove that
forced me to grunt. He smiled again to himself as he saw me squirming under
him.

Then Tuggart spoke again while he bent even further down, bringing his lips
so close to mine as if he wanted to kiss me. In a slightly softer tone than
before he said:

"And what about you, my boy? Are you hot too? What about your cock, Simon?
Is it hard? Are you turned on by your Daddy's big, hard dick that's buried
deep down in your tight butt... or by the thought that I've shoved my cock
all the way down in your Dad's asshole and that I'm gonna fuck his tight
cop ass now till he floods your guts with his thick, steamin' cream... or
are you hot since you know that you're the next to take my 12-inch dick up
the butt... right after I've broken in your Daddy? Or are you hot, hotter
then ever before, because of all these reasons? Tell us, Simon, tell your
Dad and me about your cock! Is it hard?"

I blinked under the wide-eyed stare of Tuggart's piercing eyes and began to
stutter, but Dad cut me short. He answered for me, screwing up his eyes
into mischievious slits, and the mysterious smile that had played on his
lips broadened into a grin as he had his revenge on me:

"Yeah, this boy is definitely hot... very hot... his dick is
hard... rockhard... sandwiched between my stomach and his belly... and it's
droolin' pre-cum like mad... like a broken faucet... feels like a fuckin'
sea of lube that is gatherin' around his navel... makin' the thick, hard
shaft of his cock all slick and slimy... so that it slides around on his
hard stomach with each of his movements... a hot, slippery rod of rockhard
boy cock.. don't know what turns him on most... but there can be no
doubt... no doubt at all that this boy is hot... and ready... ready for a
good, hard fuck!"

With the last words Dad looked up and his eyes roamed over Tuggart's
face. I realized that they looked at each other for the first time since
the Captain's sweeping entrance into our living room and gooseflesh
appeared everywhere on my trembling body. The two powerful men eyed each
other silently with apparaising looks, their heads right above my face,
their eyes glittering in the bright light, lips slightly apart, their eyes
staring, glued to each other. Their looks spoke of aggression, disdain and
lust in almost equal shares and my mind reeled with the thought what might
come out of this strange mixture of emotions - for them and for me. A
shiver ran over Dad's heavily muscled body - I was sure that the Captain
had deliberately made his monster cock stir and jerk in Dad's
well-stretched asshole to cause this reaction.

Tuggart was the first to break the silence. Still staring into Dad's eyes
with unblinking eyes he said huskily:

"What do you think, Officer... shall we fuck this boy now?"

Dad answered immediately, without a second of hesitation, and his voice was
thick with lust too:

"Yeah, Captain... let's fuck this boy now!"

"Hard?"

"Hard!"

"Okay, Henderson, go ahead then!," ordered the Captain, "fuck your son -
and fuck yourself with my dick! Move that hips... shove your cock into your
boy's slick asshole... push your butt back onto my thick, hard rod! Go,
man! Go!"

And Dad did as he was told - he moved his hips. He moved his massive thighs
together, trapping my taut buttocks tightly with heavy muscles, and shoved
his big, hard dick into my guts, applying as much strength as he could
muster, and the huge shaft slid deep down into my twitching asshole, so
deep that it seemed to reach up into my stomach and even further up into my
throat. And then he retracted, pulling his dick out to the tip of the
lube-oozing cockhead, and I watched his face intently, since this movement
meant that he began to fuck himself with Tuggart's monster cock: he gulped
down hard and his eyes bulged but he moved swiftly and sighed as the thick
rod sank steadly deep down into his slick, steamy asshole. He paused for a
second and then did it again, slowly, still not sure that he could trust
his body, shoving forward into my butt, pulling back and impaling himself
with Tuggart's fiercely throbbing prick, his asshole swallowing the mammoth
rod ravenously, and his eyes became glazed and distant while he whispered:

"Ohhhh, damn, that's good!... so fuckin' good!! Tight, hot ass for my
dick... huge, hard cock for my butt! This is hot... so unbelievable hot!
I'm fuckin' ass... my son's hot, slick ass... and get it up the ass at the
same time! Ohhh. Jezuz, Captain, you got a big chunk of meat... really
big... biggest I ever had... best I ever had... just meant for fuckin' my
achin' ass... while I fuck my boy!"

Gradually he moved more urgently, more confident then before, shoving
Tuggart's giant shaft into his asshole, rotating his hips, then shoving
forward, lashing his hips, drilling his cock down into my trembling body,
burying himself to the balls in my clutching butt, then retreating, moving
backwards on Tuggart's throbbing ramrod, fucking himself with this giant
prik, spreading his own ass wider and wider apart with the thick shaft that
impaled him more and more easily. The Captain watched intently with a
pleased smile on his face, motionless behind Dad's broad back, grunting
softly from time to time when my father once again filled his ass with the
rockhard, drooling dick that was caught in the tight grip of his clutching,
clamping ring muscle.

Then Dad went wild: he gasped a sharp, sobbing breath, tensed briefly,
grimaced, and flung himself backwards, taking Tuggart's gut-stabber
full-length in just one relentless shove, groaning with pain and pleasure
and passion as he pressed his wide-open, accepting buns harshly in a
semi-circular motion back into the Captain's firm lower belly, wanting
more, begging silently for even more hard, thick cock up his ass.

Tuggart chuckled self-satisfied:

"Acquired a taste for it already, huh, Henderson? That was fast! Really
fast! Not that it surprises me, Officer. I know a butt-slut when I see
one. I knew you'd go crazy with my dick up your ass. I knew it."

If Dad listened to him, he gave no sign of it. His eyes tightly shut, his
head slightly thrown back, neck muscles and cords congested with intense
pursuit of pleasure, he moved like a human pneumatic drill, writhing,
shoving, drilling, pistoning forward, fucking me in a series of hard, fast
stabs, but also pushing back again and again, reversing fiercely, ending
each backward shove with a demanding twist of hips and ass as though trying
to corkscrew yet more thick, throbbing cock up into his guts, while he
yelled:

"Fuck! I fuck you, son!... and my ass is fucked too!...fucked as hard as
your tight butt, Simon... by this killer cock... thick hard cop cock for my
cop ass! Shit! Shit, man... you're hung... hung to fuck! Feels so
good... so fuckin' great... both ends... I'm on fire on both ends... my
dick and my ass... hot... so hot... hotter then ever before.. from your
sweet, tight, slick boy ass, Simon... and from your bull's cock,
Captain... so thick... so hard... so huge! Ohhhh, guys... you make me
hot... so hot... and I'm close... so fuckin', fuckin' close!"

Stunned, I watched Dad's rapid transformation into Tuggart's willing,
greedy fuck-toy with incredulous eyes. I was shocked - but also hot,
incredibly hot. My drooling, aching cock was sandwiched between Dad's
bouncing, writhing, convulsing body and my slick stomach. The throbbing,
slick shaft was squeezed and rubbed and stroked with each of Dad's violent,
forceful movements and massaged to even bigger dimensions, to even thicker
hardness, by his heavily muscled six-pack that rippled again and again up
and down the slithering length of the aching rod, as he rose and fell,
pushed forward and pulled back, each movement faster, more intense, more
insistent than the one before it. My balls too ached as Dad fucked me
harder and harder, in a fevered heat, and I heard myself gasp and sob
helplessly, wholly absorbed and possessed by the wild fuck, and I felt that
my balls drew close to their base, rolling madly around in their
tight-skinned sack. Involuntarily my hips began to move in unison with
Dad's violent thrust: I lifted my knees even higher into the air and raised
my buttocks to give him even better leverage, and thurst and shoved too,
eager to meet his deep-driving, long-dicking cock, to feel his huge,
hammering ramrod as deep down in my guts as possible.

And then the Captain really joined us. He snarled:

"You're doin' not bad, Henderson... not bad at all... but not good
enough. Here's what I call a hard fuck, man!"

And his thick arms corded up visibly in his tight, dark shirt as he gripped
Dad's hips possessively, held secure, leaving red marks on the fair skin,
and then his hips hunched visciously forward, driving his giant cock hard
into Dad's clasping asshole, forcing a deep-chested grunt of surprised
pleasure from his gaping, spit-slick lips, feeding him more cock than ever
before, driving with all his might and strength, his hands strong on Dad's
redding hips, as he held and fucked and pumped and shoved and drilled and
rammed all the 12 inches of his fiery rod in Dad's clenching, pulsating
butt, trying every angle to fill the hungry asshole with even more of his
big, hard dick. His shoves were so strong that he fucked me as well, using
Dad as his tool, ripping my butt apart. It seemed as if he drove his
monster cock right through Dad's powerful, writhing body, as if the giant
shaft crashed through the barrier of moving muscles that separated us and
went down into my guts as well, as if he had us both at the same time up
the ass.

Babbling incoherently, delerious with the deep-ramming hardness of thick,
fat cock, I lost control. My eyes roamed back and forth between Dad's face
and Tuggart's piercing eyes and suddenly it didn't matter anymore who drove
his dick up my ass. The two faces and the two men seemed to merge, to
become one perfect specimen of overpoweringly strong maleness and it was my
duty to adore and serve this newly created superman, to please him, to
offer myself to him, regardless of what he might desire. I heard cries and
groans like "Fuck! Fuck it, stud!", "Gonna Cum!", or "Keep pumpin'! Fuck
that ass!", but I couldn't tell the voices apart anymore and didn't knew
who said what, and I bounced helplessly, twisting and squirming in all
directions at the same time, and watched the two men above me, sweating
like pigs, a heavy pile of straining, bulging, thrusting muscles, hunching
together, their bodies spasmic in instinctive, mindless unison, glowing
with the sheen of excitement, gripping, pulling, fucking, grounding pelvis
and loins, writhing, heaving, gasping, both clearly at the brink of a
shattering orgasm.

My cock lurched wildly and seeped even more pre-cum, and then my eyes
glazed over and I tensed and felt my balls explode while both men above me
slammed harder than ever, deeper than ever, with throbbing, pulsing dicks,
and I let go and cried, raising my voice above a chorus of incoherent moans
and groans:

"FUCKIN' HOLY CHRIST! FUCK, MEN! FUCK... FUCK... FUCK! I'M CUMMIN',
MEN... CUMMIN' NOW... BLASTIN' MY LOAD!!"

Cascades of scalding cum shot out of my dick that jerked and throbbed
violently, trapped between Dad's firmly muscled stomach and my slick belly,
an endless release of gushing, spurting, steaming hot jism that erupted
with such violent force that it hit Dad's chin and his mighty, straining
arms and coated both our chests and bellies with a thick layer of the
smelly, sticky fluid that filled the hollow of my navel and dripped down
over my sides to form large pools on the rumpled couch beneath my
squirming, writhing, vibrating body, and then the pressure of my spasming
asshole around the pistoning shaft of Dad's thick, explosive dick became
too much, and his own climax was triggered off and he froze, his jerking
dick shoved in deeply, while I felt his load building, climbing, soaring,
and shooting: first a bolt of hot, thick, creamy sperm raged its way all
through my bruised guts, and then more huge jets of cum gushed out of the
throbbing dickhead, erupted out of the gaping piss-slit and flooded my ass
while my strong, clutching ring muscle contracted again and again, drawing
more and more cum out of his over-sized, productive nuts. A deep-chested,
loud cry rang out, but as before I couldn't tell if it was Dad or the
Captain who roared like a wounded bear while he came long and hard:

"FUCKIN' SONOFABITCH! CUM... I'M CUMMIN'... CUMMIN' UP YOUR TIGHT ASS!"

Then Dad's heavily muscled body jerked and trembled in a second series of
violent spams and I knew - no, I felt - that Tuggart shot a thick abundance
of hot cum up his ass, a full, heavy load of hot, sticky sperm that
squirted into Dad's guts in an endless row of fiery jets of hot cum that
washed over his prostate and seemed to fill, to inundate my asshole as
well. Inevitably the spring tide of gushing jism that the Captain pumped
into Dad's butt, grunting and groaning and pistoning his throbbing cock in
and out of the jerking, quivering body in front of him, set off a chain
reaction, forcing another agonizing release of even more slick, viscid jism
out of Dad's twitching cock, coaxing more convulsing gushes of semen out of
my already spent, aching balls that washed over my belly and hips until I
was totally done and wrecked.

We lay still for some time and fought for breath, a pile of hot, sweating
male flesh, a muddle of entangled arms, hands and legs, cum-dripping cocks
still buried in idly milking, spasming assholes.

Then Tuggart spoke again and his voice was suddenly as cool and determined
as before:

"So much for the beginning, folks. Nothing makes me as hot as a nice,
steamy foreplay!"


(to be continued)

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