Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 07:12:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Fathers and Sons Weekend Chapter 4

				 Chapter 4


Ben and I slept in until about 9:30 the next morning before we heard a
knock on our cabin door.

	Ben groaned a little and moved a pillow over his head and I did the
same. After a few seconds I assumed whoever it was would just go away but
sure enough the knocking resumed with more persistence this time.

	"Alright, I'll get it. . ." Ben mumbled, slipping on his briefs
from the night before and stumbling to the door. "It's Mr. Conway." Ben
said with a hint of a smile, opening the door.

	"Well it's about time, sleeping beauties." Jay announced, walking
through the door. "Rough night?"

	I sat up in bed and slowly adjusted to the light.

	"You could say that." I muttered.

	"Yeah, I'm going to want to hear more about that sometime but the
rest of us are meeting for breakfast over at Damon's in 15 minutes. I
promise there's coffee."

	This enticed me a little.

	"Come on, Bill. Bellview Ranch is a social setting." Jay pressed,
crossing his arms.

	"Alright, alright, Jay. Just give me a minute."

	Jay looked to my son. "I want to see you both over at Damon's in 15
minutes. Don't let him turn you into a wallflower, okay, Ben?"

	"We'll be there, Mr. Conway." Ben replied.

	Ben and I arrived at Damon and Dwayne's cabin and I followed the
smell of coffee and helped myself before we stepped into their sitting
room.

	"Hey fellas." Damon greeted Ben and me once we walked in. I waved
at him as I sipped on my coffee. "Everyone, this is Bill Branch and his son
Ben."

	I looked around the room and was pleased to see, for the most part,
they were familiar faces. I had decided to throw on something a little more
conservative for the morning, and it seemed like most of the other men had
done the same.

	Damon was busy shoveling eggs and bacon on to plates while Dwayne
was handing them out to the others. Jay was sitting on the sofa with a
newspaper and John seated right next to him wearing a robe. To his right
sat the only unfamiliar person in the room. I'd have guessed he was in his
mid-40's; really handsome intellectual type.

	I greeted everyone and the man introduced himself. "Steve Warner."
He smiled at me as he shook my hand and did the same to Ben.

	I couldn't quite place how exactly he figured into this bunch of
guys until I saw John Conway reach his hand casually under the man's shirt
and run his hand over the man's chest.

	"My boy certainly has a type, doesn't he?" Jay remarked as I
watched his son feeling up this seemingly normal, handsome guy. I realized
he and Jay did kind of resemble one another. Jay was more athletic,
though. If I had to guess, Steve was most likely a college professor or
some white collar profession.

	"So how was everyone's first night at Bellview?" Damon asked the
group, handing me a plate.

	Jay laughed. "I think you know how mine went, buddy. That son of
yours sure knows what he's doing."

	Dwayne blushed. "Any time, sir."

	"Yeah, I'll hold you to that, kid." Jay grinned.

	Damon moved to my son. "Ben, what kind of trouble did you get
yourself into?"

	"Well, sir, my dad and I-" He began before Jay interjected.

	"Oh, don't tell me you and your dad just stayed in. You guys are
too hot to not be in circulation."

	I laughed at my old buddy's frankness. "You'll be pleased to know,
Jay, that Ben and I went home with another father and son and took them on
for the night."

	"No shit?" Jay asked, shocked. "You two double fucked another
father son duo?"

	"Sure did." I replied proudly. "Ben handled his own, too. He took
on the daddy while I took care of the son."

	"Well I'll be dipped." Jay laughed. "So who was the lucky pair?"

	"Randy and Ryan Cross. The rookie with that nice bubble butt and
nice abs. His dad was just like him."

	"Were they any good?" Jay replied.

	"Oh, they were good. You looking to top today, buddy?"

	"I could be convinced." Jay mused. "My ass may be out of order for
the night after the fucking Dwayne here put me through all night."

	"That's my boy!" Damon grinned proudly.

	The conversation changed to more casual topics as we ate our
breakfast. I was glad Ben and I already had a bunch of guys we could shoot
the shit with when we weren't on the prowl. I'd always remembered the more
sordid, elicit details of Bellview but I also missed the social atmosphere
it had to offer with just a bunch of guys here for the purpose of letting
loose for the weekend and getting laid when they wanted it. It was nice to
be back.

	It turned out I was right about Steve. He was a college professor
from Oklahoma and his son Sean was out with the horses with a few friends
he'd met at the ceremony. This was his third year here.

	I had to admit my eyes kept wandering over to John Conway. I put
two and two together and figured the robe he was wearing was Steve's. Even
though it was a few sizes too big for the lean marine, he still looked
fucking amazing. Every once in a while John would cop a feel at the
handsome man and I could tell Steve was getting a little worked up, trying
to behave around us and keep up appearances.

	While Jay was busy talking about what he and Dwayne had been up to
the night before I heard John start to kiss up Steve's neck and whisper in
his ear. I tried to focus on Jay but I couldn't help but overhear the
conversation between John and Steve at the end of the couch.

	John had smoothly moved a hand underneath the professor and was
rubbing along the man's taint through his pants. "I think I want some more
this dad pussy, sir." John mumbled into the man's ear.

	I expected Steve to turn red but he impressed me with his
fortitude. "You already had it last night and then twice this morning,
stud." He replied, quietly, meeting the marine's gaze.

	"I know I did." John muttered, a little shy. "I want some more." He
rubbed his strong hand along the man's ass.

	"Yeah, you want some more?" Steve replied, clearly turned on.

	By now the attention of all the men in the room was on John Conway
and his conquest from the night before. Neither seemed to care.

	"Yes sir. You going to let me have some more of that dad pussy,
sir?" John asked his mate, kissing along the man's neck smoothly.

	"Mmmhmm." Steve nodded. "You got that big cock of yours nice and
hard for it, stud?"

	"Yes sir." John replied. "I want it now, sir."

	Steve opened his eyes, clearly worked up from the marine's smooth
seduction. All eyes were on him, but he was too turned on to be
embarrassed.

	He brought a napkin to his mouth for a second before throwing it
back on the table and standing up, a sizable mound clearly visible through
his pants. "Gentlemen, you'll have to excuse me. It was a pleasure to meet
all of you." He nodded to everyone. "I've got a hung marine I need to take
care of who's nagging me to put out for him."

	"Go get him, Junior!" Jay cheered his son on as the two made their
way to the cabin door.

	"We'll be in our cabin, Dad." John said to his father. "Give us 15
minutes."

	Steve's eyes met John's and kind of blushed for a second. John
laughed and turned back to his father. "Make that half an hour." He smirked
and he and Steve started to head out.

	"That's my boy!" Jay called after them, proudly.

	After breakfast Ben and I headed back to our cabin to get changed
for the day. We'd made plans to meet up with everyone for lunch but Jay was
going to walk around the ranch with Ben and me while his son was keeping
Professor Warner. I wasn't fooled. I knew Jay would take one step with us
before he locked his eyes on some other stud and we wouldn't see him til
lunch.

	When we got to our cabin Ben collapsed on the bed while I went over
to my suitcase to look for something casual for the day. I slipped off my
t-shirt and went over to the closet to look for a hanger.

	"Hey." Ben mumbled, watching me. I looked over at him and he gave
me a smirk. "Come here."

	I knew what that meant. My son looked at me standing there in
nothing but my boxers, his eyes running up and down over my chest and face.

	"Oh yeah? You want something, son?" I grinned.

	"You know exactly what I want." Ben replied, patting the empty
space on the bed next to him.

	"I think I've got an idea. . . But Jay's going to be here any
minute." I said, hanging up my shirt in the closet.

	"So?" He said casually, taking off his own shirt and throwing it at
me, landing on my shoulder.

	I looked at his brawny, athletic body and my mouth began to
water. I'd seen a lot of eye candy since yesterday but nothing gets me
going more than my own boy. Especially when he's in heat like he is now.

	I slowly made my way toward the bed and he opened his arms up for
me, pulling me into him as we began to make out.

	"You gonna fuck me, son?" I grunted, his hands working over my ass
cheeks greedily.

	"Mmhmm." He answered, kissing me.

	I let his tongue into my mouth as I fumbled through the bedside
table next to us. Just as promised, Bellview had supplied ample lubricant
for occasions like this. I nudged the tube into his shoulder as I
repositioned myself underneath him in the missionary position, wasting
little time.

	Without any further communication, practiced routine took over. My
eyes never left my son's gaze as he slicked up his impressive pole and did
the same to my opening. In one slow motion, I felt the head of my son's
cock enter me, with little resistance on my part, until I was fully impaled
on the entire thick length. His balls resting against mine. Just where he
belonged.

	"I love you so much, son." I moaned, as he leaned down to kiss me
gently. As much as I loved topping Ben, I never felt closer, more connected
with my son, than when we were like this; him laying me down and seizing
control while he claimed me, kissing me gently and lovingly like he is now,
allowing me to feel safe and protected in his embrace.

	Ben made determined, hard thrusts into me but his lips were so
gentle on mine. Yet, as his thrusts became more urgent, so were the thrusts
his tongue was making on mine.

	"Oh fuck, son." I huffed, grabbing onto his ass and trying to pull
him into me so we could become as close and connected as possible.

	I knew he was getting close, and my furious strokes on my own rock
hard cock had me right behind him.

	He was now almost in a push-up position, with his arms right on my
shoulders and leaning down to kiss me as he thrust into me. The musk and
sweat from his pits were rubbing all over my skin as he looked into my
eyes, determined to get his nut.

	He then dug his arms under my back and held me tight, picking up
the pace. I was completely surrounded by the powerful, wide embrace of my
son. The deep gyration of his hips and arms against my skin was almost
intoxicating.

	I looked up at him and grinned, knowingly. "You don't even realize
you're even doing it, do you son?"

	His concentration broke for a second as he processed what I
said. "Realize what, Dad?" He grunted in between thrusts.

	"You're marking me, son."

	"Marking you?" He panted.

	"Ever since you entered me." I nodded to his big, powerful arms,
holding me tight against his overexerted, musky, manly form. "You're making
sure I have your scent all over me before you're finished."

	He looked down at our entangled, masculine bodies; my chest and
shoulders were kept tight against his pits and musky torso as he held me
down.

	I moved my hands down to his ass and pulled him down further into
me, urging him to continue. "You're making sure any other guy I may
encounter for the rest of the day knows I'm yours."

	The determined expression on his face waned for a second before he
resumed his hard thrusts into me.

	"You didn't realize you were doing it, did you?" I asked again.

	"I wasn't thinking about it." He huffed in between thrusts. "Just
did what came naturally." He looked down at me seriously. "Do you not like
it?"

	"Are you fucking kidding me, son? It's turning me on so fucking bad
I can hardly keep from shooting my load." I groaned. "Go on, son. Mark
me. Breed me. Make sure all the guys here at Bellview Ranch know I'm
yours."

	With that, Ben craned his head down and starting lapping at my
mouth with his strong tongue, completely different from his gentle, loving
kissing at the start of our fuck.

	"Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm-" He moaned into my mouth in time with his
powerful thrusts.

	"Aw fuck, son. Go on. Breed me. Mark me." I huffed, making hard,
determined strokes on my own charged prick.

	"Mmm mmmm mmmMMM mmmMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM" He moaned into me as I
felt his cock throb and start inseminating me, firing deep into me as he
continued to lap at my lips with his tongue.

	"AW FUCK!" I yelled as I fired off, dousing our torsos with cum as
my son relentlessly pounded against my vulnerable prostate.

	With each thrust into me I swear the crippling orgasm he was
inflicting upon me only intensified. In the back of my mind I could feel my
hole constricting exhaustedly around my son's thick cock as it stretched to
accommodate him.

	And just when I felt that I couldn't possibly produce any more
sperm to keep up with his relentless, expert pounding on my prostate, his
thrusts grew slower and slower. His kisses became softer and back to more
loving, gentle pecks as he kissed down my neck.

	I finally let go of my exhausted prick and dropped my hands at my
side, trying to catch my breath.

	Ben's cock had yet to go down and he was still firmly planted
inside me as he lovingly laid his head against my shoulder.

	An applause from a single set of hands snapped us back to reality.

	"Un-fucking-believable." Jay Conway professed from the entry
way. He was buttoning up his pants, a heavy, white pool of cum at his
feet. "Sorry, boys. Couldn't resist. I hope you understand."

	For a split second I panicked, before I remembered where we were
and that I had no reason to feel this way. I felt Ben's cock jump up once
more against my prostate as he went through the same process of emotions.

	"Did you enjoy the show, Mr. Conway sir?" Ben asked proudly,
bringing his finger to the swirl of cum on my chest I had shot.

	"Unlike anything I've ever seen, kid." Jay replied, sighing
exhaustedly.

	"Can my boy fuck or what?" I smiled, leaning up to kiss my son one
last time, appreciatively.

	"It sure as hell looks like it, bud." Jay answered. "I can't wait
til it's my turn."

	"It would be my pleasure, sir." Ben grinned.

	"It will have to wait, old friend." I said, rubbing Ben's
shoulders. "But trust me, he's worth the wait."

	"I'm counting on it." Jay winked. "But for now what do you say we
hit the trails for a little while and recharge?"

	"Sounds good, Jay." I replied. "Give us a second. I may be a little
wobbly on my feet for a few minutes."

	"No rush, bud." Jay muttered, his eyes taking in the sight of our
masculine forms connected and recovering from the throws of intimacy. "You
take all the time you need."

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