Date: Sat, 05 Apr 2008 16:59:33 -0400
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: Finally, chapter seven

This story is a work of fiction. If you are underage or someplace where
reading about gay man on man and man on teen sex is not legal, I feel sorry
for you!

Questions, comments, suggestions to kristiantrey@aol.com

(M/M/t)

Authors note: up to now each chapter of the story has been in two parts,
the first taking place "now", the second explaining the back-story. It has
become so confusing by now, even to me, as to what is going on with the
story and the plot and characters, that I`m changing how the new chapters
will be written.  So from now on, I will write each chapter where the
pervious one left off.



"Son, we need to talk." Daddy said. "Sit here with me, please?"

So I sat down on our black leather sofa, as far away as I could from my
dad. I was still so hurt, angry, and confused about seeing my daddy
screwing my beloved boyfriend 'Cuff' earlier today, that I didn`t really
want to be anywhere near him right now.

"Dad, I don't even know what to say to you." I was almost crying. "Why?"

"Chris, son. I love you so much." Dad told me. "I never meant to hurt
you. Or Cuff or break you two up."

"Then why, daddy, why?"

I sat and looked at my dad. He sat there in a tight black sleeveless
tee-shirt, showing of his muscles and tattoos, and those old short cut-off
jeans. Even though I felt so fucking miserable, I still was turned on just
looking at him. I love my dad but just don't understand him anymore.

"Chris, I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. I know you love Cuff and
he loves you so much. I'm just as fucked up about this as you are. I knew
you and I should never have...fooled around that one night!"

Dad was talking about the night he came into my bedroom late at night and I
got to suck his hot, nine inch daddy dick dry. He had been somewhat stoned
from the weed he had done with his work buddies earlier that night. But not
so high that he hadn't enjoyed watching them both fuck me in the kitchen
before they had left. Yes, dad knows I'm queer and am having sex, even at
15, and he's cool with it, too.

Then later that night, still stoned and horny, he had come into my room and
pushed his big dick in my drooling mouth, right down my willing throat
until he shot a huge load of daddy spunk into me. His strong hand, gripping
my own 15 year old teen prick, had caused me to soak the old white
tee-shirt I slept in with my own cum.

After that we had a big fight and lots of crazy stuff went on for awhile
(read the earlier chapters for the details!!) but we ended up ok. And I had
found my guy Cuff during all that, too!

"Dad, I thought we settled that shit. I still want you and I know you
wanted me, but I understand we can't be son and dad and lovers too." I
answered him. "Besides, I have Cuff now, if he'll even speak to me
again. And you have your Rico."

"My Rico"

The look in my dad's soft eyes at the mention of Rico told me so much. And
also confused me. I'd never seen that look in dad's eye's before. But I had
in my mom and step-dad's when they first got married. And very recently,
when Cuff told me he loved me. So dad was in love! But then why the fuck
would he being screwing my boyfriend instead of his own?

"You love him, don't you, daddy?"

"No!. Yes, maybe, well shit of course I do." Daddy's tortured reply. " I do
love him, but I can't, not now anyway."

"Huh?"

"Chris, I love you and you have to come first. Rico doesn't deserve to be
in second place in my heart."

"Dad. That's just stupid. I'm your son and you're my dad. Our love is
different than what you and Rico have, just like how I feel about
Cuff. Even if I still want to have you take me back to bed and finish what
we started, I'm know we will never be lovers. I need you as my daddy more
than anything."

"Son, what made you so smart about love all of a sudden?"

"You, daddy, you and Cuff and finally feeling what love is like and what it
means and to have sex with someone you love, want, need, desire and lust
over. Not like what I experienced when I was younger."

That last sentence got me a real strange look. Oops, I'd better be more
careful, if dad only knew what my first step-dad and his family did to me
when I was a little kid, he'd go nuts.

"So you'd be ok with Rico moving in with us, son?"  Dad asked
me. Surprising the shit out of me!

"Sure, he's cool and I like him a lot. And he's so sexy in his sheriff's
deputy uniform." I replied.  "Daddy, I would love for him and you to be
together."

"Thanks, kiddo."

"I just got to figure out how to get my guy back." I said, almost in tears
again. "I don't even know what to say to him?"

Seeing dad and Cuff fucking had hurt me so bad. I was confused, angry,
jealous and horny all at once. I wanted to ask dad--and Cuff too--how it
felt to them, if they enjoyed it, what it felt like to have my daddy's big
prick inside my guy's teen butt. That thought just seems so sick, even to
me, wanting to know about that stuff!

I was so fucking jealous that it was Cuff and not my young teen butt
getting plowed by dad's dick, that's what made me angry. Knowing dad had
told me he wanted me like that too didn't help one damn bit either. And dad
thinks he's fucked up?

"Just tell him you love him and forgive him." Dad told me. "After you ran
out of here, he started crying, thinking he'd lost you forever. He really
loves you, son."

"I know. I love him too." I was suddenly shivering, still in my wet
clothes, with the air conditioning blowing cold air on me. "I better get
out of this wet stuff before I freeze."

I went into my small bedroom, stripped off my still rain-soaked tee-shirt,
changed in some sweat pants and headed to the bathroom. All that spunk from
Tye's nigger prick wanted out, now!

As I sat and let his juice flow out of me into the toilet, I thought about
everything dad and I talked about. I really knew that he was confused about
being in love with Rico, just like I was about Cuff.  My dad had never been
in any kind of relationship, he's a chase them, fuck them, then dump them
and go on to the next one, type of guy. But as I sat there, I still really
thought that something else was going on with him, but what?

I took a quick shower to warm up and wash off the scent of Tye's sweat from
my thin, 15 year old body, put my sweat pants back on and went looking for
dad. He was laying on his bed, watching T.V. Now just in that sexy black
sleeveless tee and his boxers.

"You ok, Chris?" He asked, hitting `mute' to kill the sound on the
T.V. "Want to talk about anything else?"

I sat on the edge of his big bed and looked into his sharp black eyes. I
just had to ask.

"Daddy, why the hell did you fuck my Cuff?" I snapped at him. "If you were
so freaked about how you felt about Rico, there are plenty of other guys
you could fuck around with, guys who you could have taken out your fucking
shit on."

Daddy sat up on the bed, leaned over and pulled me close to him. My face
was pressed to his chest. He held me tight with one arm around my back, the
other hand running gently through my long blond hair. His sometimes soft,
sometimes so sharp, black eyes looked straight into my bright blue ones.

"Cause I couldn't do that. I haven't even looked at a guy since I met
Rico. Haven't wanted anyone except him...and you." Dad admitted. "I thought
if I had sex with someone else, I'd really know how I felt about Rico. And
since I wasn't going to screw you, and your Cuff is damn cute and sexy and,
oh, hell, I just saw him lying nude in your bed and jumped on him."

"He did struggle for a few seconds, but once my mouth found his, we
couldn't stop. I'm so sorry Chris. Your old man is just such a big fuck up!
I just wish I could make it up to you someway, some how."

We were now sitting face to face on his big bed. Ok, I had to look up at my
tall, lean daddy cause I'm still so short. My bright blue eyes locked onto
his sharp black ones.

"Fuck me!" I cried.  "Fuck me hard, screw me like you did him. Like you do
Rico. Give me what I always wanted! Please daddy?"

"Chris, we can't. We talked about that. We just can't." Even as his lips
said no, the bulge in his boxers screamed 'YES'.

"Daddy, for now, for just today, forget we're dad and son. Remember we both
love our own boyfriends. That I don't want you as both a daddy and a lover.
But I just want one night of you and me and to feel...hell, shit,...to be
connected to you the only way two men like us can!"

His eye's still locked on mine, he gave me his answer. His strong arms
pulled me close to his strong, lean body. I felt his lips kiss my
forehead. Felt his heart racing, as was mine. He took my chin in the rough
skin of his fist and pulled my mouth to his. Daddy's tongue invaded my
waiting, willing mouth. My arms went around his neck and pulled him
closer. My whole body shook in shear passion for this man.

I found myself lying on my back, dad stripping off my sweatpants with one
quick movement. Watched his eye's travel over my thin, tanned teen
body. His descending body covered mine. We kissed again, our tongues
playful in my warm mouth.

Lifting his tall, lean body above me like he was doing a push-up, his eye's
again explored my body. He gently kissed my lips one more time. Than kept
kissing his way down my by-now-on-fire teen body. Daddy sucked my pink
young nipples till they were hard and pointy. He kissed his way back up to
my neck. Kisses that turned to bites. Sharp, painful but oh so erotic pain
from his sharp teeth. Marking my neck as my Cuff loves to do.

Daddy licked his way down my short, thin form. He sucked on my fingers, ran
his tongue up my arm until his nose was in my pit, tasting and smelling my
sweat. Then he licked further down. Down to where those few new blond pubic
hairs were sprouting around the base of my 6 inch teen prick.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned as dad deep-throated me on the first suck. "Oh,
Daddy!"

His mouth locked around the base of my dick, his tongue licking all over my
dick. Dad vacuumed sucked a hot load of my teen spunk from my screaming
balls, the first of many more hot orgasms I would have that night.

After daddy sucked me dry, he then gently released my spent boner from his
hot throat. He brought his lips to mine and we shared the wonderful taste
of my teen cum. As we kissed, I suddenly realized dad had managed to slip
his boxers off while he had been sucking me off. I could feel his long nine
inch daddy dick pressing against my butt, looking for my tight teen hole.

"Sit on my face, Chris." Dad said as he rolled us over. "I'm going to eat
that ass out good then fuck the shit out of you!"

"Yes, Sir!" My joyful reply.

As I felt dad's tongue probing into my used teen butt-hole, I was busy
stroking his beautiful daddy dick, thanking god that I was used to getting
fucked already. Otherwise, that thing would kill me! Strong hands on my
shoulders pushed my face into his lap, that big daddy dick right at my
lips. Dad's hot tongue probed deeper into my 15 year old butt. I kissed the
head of his wonderful, wet, pre-cum dripping dick, then deep throated him
down to his short-shaved curly black crotch hair.

"Oh, damn, son, you are the best damn cock sucker!" Dad moaned. "My son,
the cock-sucking little slut. My son, the cum-hound who's about to feel his
daddy's big dick rip into his tight teen boy-hole."

I've heard dad talk dirty like that when he was having sex, I guess it
turns him on or something. Usually, I didn't like that, wanting to hear
Cuff be all loving and caring and romantic and shit. But this wasn't
love. This was pure animal-lust dad on son fucking. His words had my
half-hard dick stiff again in a second.

"Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard!" I begged. "I want to feel what he felt!"

Dad almost tossed me off the bed as he rolled us over, me lying on my back,
his dick between my wide-stretched legs, pushing against my waiting, wet,
tight teen hole.

"Oh, Fuck!" I yelled as all nine inches were suddenly deep inside my young,
tender body.

All of dad's long prick was in me, balls deep, throbbing, dripping pre-cum
lubing my asshole. His short curly pubic hairs rough against the still
mostly smooth skin of my teen crotch.

Several swift, powerful thrusts of dad's dick, deep in, then almost out,
then back in, had my whole body on fire. Sure, my ass burnt like hell from
the size of him and the force of his repeated penetrations, but I was still
in erotic, passion filled heaven.

He paused to bend down and kiss me. His rough newly growing-in goatee and
mustache scratching the smooth skin of my face. (Funny, he had always had a
mustache, even in the Army, but had shaved it off when he moved to
Florida. But since he's been dating Rico, he's started to grow it back, and
with that sexy goatee too! Just like a certain hot Hispanic's face fuzz).

Dad sped up his thrusts, pounding deeper and harder into my slender body. I
felt his dick get stone hard buried deep inside me. His sweat dripped off
his forehead, down onto my smooth chin and face. My tightly wrapped arms
around his body were having trouble hanging on, both from his sweat-soaked
muscular body and from the now short, quick jabs of his big daddy dick into
me.

"Here it comes, son!" Dad growled. "Feel my spunk inside that beautiful
young body!"

"I love you, daddy!" I cried as I felt his dick pulse.

"I love you, Chris." He answered.

As I felt the last shot of daddy sperm shoot deep into me, my whole body
shook as my own teen dick spurted my cum between us, soaking my thin,
skinny belly and chest, as well as dad's rock-solid muscular frame.

He lay on top of me for a long time, his still half-stiff dick inside me,
both our hearts beating wildly, stuck to each other by my spunk. After we
both caught our breath, dad picked me up and carried me into the
bathroom. The loud "Plop" sound of his dick finally sliding out of me was
so damn erotic I started to bet another boner.

After a hot, playful shower, we dried each other off with some towels, then
climbed back into his bed.

"Chris, baby, I'm so sorry."  Not exactly the words I wanted to hear right
then. " I was way too rough with your young body."

"Daddy, it's ok. I loved it! You didn't hurt me. Not really, just a little
at the start, but then I loved it!" I reassured him. "Rough is fun!"

"Yes, it was great, but still." Dad paused for a second. "Chris, when I
washed your butt, there was some blood dripping out. You sure your ok?"

"Dad, I'm no damn virgin. It's not like my first time, that hurt like hell
and there was blood everywhere." I smiled at him. "I'm your cum-hound, cock
loving slut of a son, remember?"

Before he could ask about that first time--and I knew if he did ask there
was now no way in hell I couldn't tell him the horrible truth of my
childhood abuse--I teased his still half-hard dick again.

"Next time, just be slower and more gentle, ok?" I grinned at him as I
wrapped both hands around his daddy dick.

"Next time when?" He groaned from my stroking his dick back to rock
hardness.

"Next time now!"

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Since you all know the horny details of the rest of that night and the next
morning if you've read the previous chapters, you'll remember that we ended
up the next morning with another fun shower sex scene before going out to
breakfast. Than dad took a short nap-alone--because he had to work a 5pm to
whenever guard shift, covering for one of his guys who had called out sick.

I played on the net for a while but decided to try to take a nap, I was
still wore out from our night of dad/son fun. But I couldn't sleep. Kept
thinking of dad and Rico and me and Cuff. About how to get Cuff back. And
about something that was hiding in the back of my mind that wouldn't come
out.

Something about dad and me and the way we did it. Ok, I started it, wanted
it, loved it even, just like I still love him. But somehow, someway I
felt---used, dirty. even. Maybe from all those nasty but sexy comments
about me being a slut or even how rough he had been with me. Like I was a
toy or something. Not as bad as my first step-dad or his family or
anything, but something bothered me.

After tossing and turning in my bed, with all these unanswered questions in
my brain-dead head, I decided to get up. I checked my emails and phone
texts. Most were from Cuff. He sounded so sorry and lost and hurt, but I
wasn't going to let him off that easy. Let him sweat it out until we were
back in school on Monday.

Dad got up and got ready for work. We ate a late lunch before he left.

"Chris, you be good, I won't be late, son."

"Sure dad." Then I smiled an evil grin. "I'm ALWAYS good, at least that's
what all the guys tell me!"

"Prick!" He laughed, then hugged me and left.

I spent a couple of hours on "Limewire" looking for gay porn, but found
nothing new. Most of the porn there is kiddie porn--I did enough of that
when I was young that I didn't like or ever want to see some other poor kid
getting abused. I just thank god that digital cameras were just coming out
then and that my first step dad was clueless about electronic stuff or I
bet there would be lots of pics of me out there! The 5 year old abused me.

I was surprised when the doorbell rang. I found Rico there, looking all
sweaty and rumpled and so damn sexy in his uniform. I guess dad had forget
to tell him that he had to work tonight---I wonder what had kept him so
busy??--but I told Rico that dad wouldn't be late and he could come in and
relax and wait.

As the hot Hispanic cop sat on the couch he was giving me the look-over. Of
course, I just had on a tight pair of old gym shorts, and well, you all
know what happened next. After all, if dad could screw my guy, why couldn't
I do his? I knew they had a `open" relationship, though they were so into
each other they weren't playing around on each other. But knowing my dad, I
figured he still was fucking anything in site with a tight butt--like mine
last night!

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Now back to the present, with me in dad's bed, Rico's oh so thick cock
still deep inside my tight teen spic-cop cum-filled hole, dad's sperm still
running down my throat.

"I love you, too, Rico."

"Si, Christian, I love you, baby boy." The hot Hispanic cop moaned as he
started to fuck me harder. "Sweet, tight , hot little hole."

Rico fucked me like that for a few more minutes before dad grabbed me by
the shoulders and swung us around. I was still on my back but now with my
head hanging over the edge of the bed. Daddy lined up his still stone-hard,
pre-cum oozing dick to my mouth and with one shove, was all the way down my
throat. It was actually easier to swallow dad's dick in this position, I
guess from having my throat at the right angle or something.

The hot spic cop bent my legs forward, until my knees almost were touching
my chest, leaving my tender teen hole open and dripping his last load of
sperm. Rico pushed in with one long, sharp thrust, then started
power-fucking my hurting asshole. I could see every muscle in his strong
body tense up from the force he was using on my
just-about-had-enough-of-this hard screw. See the sweat on his hot body
every time dad pulled out of my throat and I could get a glance at the spic
cop pounding away at my ass.

Dad was throat fucking me faster, harder and deeper than ever. I remembered
thinking I needed to try this position with my Cuff. Then stopped thinking
as they both got rougher and both pounded me harder up each end as they
used me like some kind of fuck toy.

Rico and dad were busy kissing and sucking tongue while they used my body
to get their dicks off. That's when that buried thought hit me. Oh, I was
having fun, my own teen dick dripping wet and just about to shoot off, and
they hadn't forced me into this or anything, but this was almost like what
my first step-dad used to do with me and his brother or his own dad. Use my
body as a fucking sex toy while they made out with each other!

Now I know dad loves me and would never hurt me or abuse me, and I think
Rico feels the same way, so why was this bothering me some fucking much?
The answer hit me just as two hot, sticky loads of creamy cum pumped deep
into each end of my young body.

They loved each other and were just using me for their fun, even though I
enjoyed it too--my own spunk was hitting my upturned chin at the moment,
thank you very much, but I still felt like I could just be any slut being
double-ended by them, not like someone they loved or cared for. It still
felt just like they were using me.

I was quiet the rest of the night, after we showered and got take-out pizza
again. Being that it was Saturday night, I thought they would go out, but
dad and Rico just wanted to go screw some more. They politely asked me if I
wanted to join them, but I said I was to tired. Which I was. Tired,
confused, wondering about my own fucked-up feelings, thinking of Cuff. And
of course, "Torchwood" was on at 10pm with that super hot Captain Jack.

After my favorite T. V. show ended (any of you horny fans who work for the
show or BBC America--please give us more shots of Jack wearing way less
clothes!). My mind had been relaxed and enjoyed the show as always and
still working out all of the shit buried in my sick, abused head.

So I finally got the answer to what was bothering me, sort of anyway. One,
I don't like dad's dirty talk and I'm don't like that kind of verbal
abuse. I grew up with way too much of that shit from my first step-dad.

Two, even though it was one of the most horny, erotic things I could ever
imagine, being between the two of them was disappointing cause they loved
each other THAT way and were just using my young teen body for their
fun. It could have been anyone between them even and they wouldn't think of
him as anything other than a slut. Did they think that of me?

Three, even though Cuff and I had enjoyed a couple of three ways and stuff,
I always had him in my mind when we played around, and just wanted him to
get the most pleasure he could from me and the other dudes.

 Four, ok, maybe I'm too much like my dad, I LOVE being on top and in
charge and even enjoy playing rough with my Cuff--which I know he loves
too. Being the bottom boy was something I had had more than enough of as a
little kid. I wanted to be on top and having fun. Though of course I still
would always give myself to Cuff for his erotic pleasures and do anything
he wanted to.

My confused, fucked up thoughts were interrupted by yet another text
message on my cell. From Cuff of course. Enough of this bull shit, it's
time I act like a man and take what I want for a change!

"YOUR ASS, MY BED, NOW!!!!!!!" Was the quick, simple text message I replied
with.