Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2017 18:55:43 -0500
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Fireman's Son, Chapters 18-22

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapters 18-22" {Rob} (M B oral anal)

Sorry it's been so long. Many things plus the holidays have interfered. I
considered just stopping, but I had (and still have) so many chapters
outlined and I hope there are still some of you who want to continue
reading about Steve's sexcapades that I decided to keep on. I was having so
much trouble trying to write the details of the garage mechanics chapter
that I've abandoned it for the time being. I've also decided not to
complete a couple of other summertime chapters that haven't been
finalized. I may work them up as flashbacks later on if there is any
interest. What I have done in this submission is combine 5 chapters. They
lead directly to what some readers have been asking for: Steve's dad's
entry into his sex life. This will occur in Chapter 23, which is all
written and ready to submit. I hope there are still some interested readers
out there. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

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situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with
multiple partners. In real life, Be Careful and Be Protected.

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Fireman's Son
Chapter Eighteen
Rest of Summer Reprise

       For the rest of June, July and the first part of August Steve's
holes were kept filled and satisfied by Tony's friends and Bart. He even
got to spend another day at the lake with Bart and his brother, John,
before John moved into town with his parents where he got fully involved in
the whirlwind of friends and girlfriends for the rest of his time
home. Uncle Jose and his mechanics were always ready for him to come down
to the garage and man the "whore house" in the shed behind the garage,
although he could never work out a time when he could come down at quitting
time for the gangbang Uncle Jose had suggested. He kept up his servicing of
the baseball stud, Jake, as well as several "orgies" in the van with the
Franklin baseball players. And Rafe and his gang couldn't get enough of his
ass. Once they discovered the pleasure of ass-fucking, it didn't take those
young studs long to become experienced and insatiable ass-fuckers!
       And, of course, Jim was always ready to let him suck on his cock.
He would whack Steve off afterward, but never offered to reciprocate with
his mouth. Steve was pretty sure he never would.  That was okay, he was
used to being the one doing all the work.  He just hoped that when Jim
started getting it from girls, which he was sure to do after school started
and he made Varsity as he surely would, he wouldn't stop their sex
sessions.  Although he wished for it, he never suggested that Jim fuck his
ass, being afraid the idea would freak him out, besides his ass was getting
plenty of attention from the others.
       Around the middle of July the Fire Department instituted a new work
schedule for the firemen, including his father – five days on and five
days off. It would cut down a little on Steve's availability to all his
stud fuckers, but it meant he would get to spend more time with his dad.
       Late on the first Sunday afternoon that the new schedule went into
effect, his dad came home from the firehouse. Steve and his mom were
delighted that he would be home for a longer time. The three of them spent
the rest of the evening talking and watching television. They went to bed
early, and Steve could hear his mom and dad fucking as he went to sleep.
       Monday Dad and Steve went shopping for some exercise
equipment. Since Dad would have more time at home, he said he would need to
work out there, and he also said he wanted Steve to muscle up some. After
they'd bought what looked like a ton of stuff at the Sports Store, they ate
lunch at the Pizza Shoppe. Then they went home and waited for the equipment
to be delivered and set up in part of the basement. The delivery guys were
two hot studs dressed in tight, worn jeans and skin-hugging white tees with
the store logo printed across their broad, muscular chests. Steve
recognized one of them as a football player from his school. The other one
looked older, like he was in college.
       Dad started talking to them as they worked. The older one was called
Jeremy, and he was a sophomore at State working to earn some spending money
during the summer. The younger one's name was Andrew and he was a fullback
on the team. He said he recognized Steve from school. "You were a friend of
Tony Alvoretti, weren't you?" Steve allowed as how he and Tony had been
friends.
       Dad added, "Tony's dad and I are old friends from way back and Tony
and the kid became chums last year."
       "Yeah, I remember seeing them around together at school," Andrew
said as he stared at Steve with a little smirk. Dad didn't notice it, but
Steve did. He pushed the tip of his tongue out between his lips and grinned
back at the studly jock. He would gladly have fallen on his knees right
then and there before the two hunky studs and serviced them any way they
wanted if his dad hadn't been there.
       When they finished setting everything up, they gathered all the
packaging and carried it out to the truck. As the hot guys were leaving,
Andrew said to Steve, "See you around school."
       "Yeah, see you around."
       After they left, Dad showed Steve some of the exercises he needed to
start with. Steve had a hard time keeping his cock down especially when his
dad pressed up against his back and he felt the big soft mass of his dad's
cock and balls pressing into his asscrack. His dad noticed his chubby cock
and laughed it off, blaming teenage hormones. "I see you're growing. Don't
worry about it, a kid your age probably bones up 50 times a day. Are you
jacking off regular?"
       Steve was sort of embarrassed, but his dad's joking tone gave him
courage to speak up saying, "Yeah, I'm taking care of it a couple of times
a day."
       "That's good, a guy your age needs to pump it out, or you'll be
doing things you shouldn't."
       Steve wondered what his dad would think if he knew what things he
was doing!
       After a couple of hours, they went upstairs and showered to wash off
all the sweat they had built up and dressed. - In separate bathrooms, thank
god, Steve thought! By the time they showered, dressed and got downstairs
Mom was home from work and they went out to dinner.
	The next day Steve and his dad started working out together, and
his dad taught him what exercises to do and how to use the equipment. Steve
still had a little problem with his dick getting hard when they were in
close contact, but his dad continued to laugh it off and even teased him a
little about "such a big cock on such a little guy." Steve did start to put
on some more muscle thanks to his dad's instructions. Once, after he had
started muscling up a little his dad joked, "We'll get enough muscle on you
so your dick won't look so big." His dad's casual attitude made Steve feel
more comfortable around him, but his words still hotted him up, putting
sexy thoughts in his head that made it even harder to keep his dick from
getting on full hard.
       Captain Andrews played golf some afternoons at the country club and
sometimes went to meetings and lunches with friends, which gave Steve
several hours of freedom during the five days to be available to his
studs. He managed to get his mouth and ass fucked plenty, but it wasn't as
easy to arrange. But when his dad went back on duty, he had his days
completely free again for five days.
	Steve knew that Jim and his parents would be going to visit Jim's
grandparents toward the end of July and then he, and his buddy Jake (See
Chapter 17), would be going off to baseball camp until just before school
started. He would miss sucking his best friend's big cock and that of the
older baseball stud, but there would be plenty of others to keep him
happy. When the time came, Steve's dad was on duty and his mom was
working. Jim and Steve spent their last day together playing with friends
at the park and messing around at the pool. By the middle of the afternoon
they were played out, had eaten burgers and fries at the pool and Jim was
making noises about how horny he was! They rode over to Steve's house and
Steve sucked his buddy off three times. Each time, to Steve's delight, Jim
had fucked forcefully up into Steve's mouth and throat like he had started
doing that day after Steve's afternoon in the van with the Franklin
baseball players (See Chapter 16)instead of just lying relaxed and letting
Steve do all the work. As usual, he wacked Steve off afterwards.
	After Jim left, Steve started getting dinner ready so his mom
wouldn't have so much to do. She came home; they ate and had a nice visit
as usual. Steve knew how lucky he was with the parents he had and hoped
things would never change. After he helped clean up, his mother said she
had a book she wanted to read and Steve went up to his room. A little
later, he heard the phone ring and his mom called up the stairs, "It's Jim,
hon."
	Steve ran downstairs. "Thanks, Mom. Hi! What's up, buddy?"
      "My parents have gone out to dinner with friends and I'm still horny
as hell. Can you come over?"
      "Mom, Jim wants me to come over for a little bit. They're leaving
tomorrow morning.... Mom says okay. I'll be there in five minutes, but she
says I can't stay too long. She doesn't want me getting in the way."
	Giving his mom a peck on the check, Steve went out, got on his bike
and headed over to Jim's.

Chapter Nineteen Things Change between Two Friends

	Arriving at Jim's house, Steve went around to the kitchen door and
leaned his bike against the porch. Jim opened the door. He was dressed only
in a pair of loose shorts with an elastic waistband. Steve could see his
friend's half-hard cock under the thin fabric. "Come on in. I can hardly
wait to get my cock in your mouth. I'm so horny. I guess it's because I'm
not gonna get any of that sweet mouth of yours for five weeks. Let's go to
my room," he said as he turned and headed toward the door.
	As they walked across the kitchen, Steve reached out and grabbed
the short's waistband, pulling down. As Jim stumbled forward, Steve pulled
the shorts down to the floor. "What the fuck, buddy. You that anxious to
get onto my cock," Jim said as he turned and backed up against the kitchen
counter, kicking off the fallen shorts as he moved.
	Steve stared at his best friend standing before him, completely
naked, his legs slightly spread, his hands back against the counter
edge. That position caused his muscular chest to push out, emphasizing his
hard pecs topped with the round brown nubbins of his nipples. As Steve's
eyes moved down past his washboard stomach, he realized his buddy had also
been putting on muscle. He was more masculine, more like Jimbo and Luis and
the other guys who had been fucking Steve all summer. He still had only a
treasure trail running down into his bush, no hair on his chest. But
standing out hard and straight was the cock the younger boy loved.
	Steve dropped to his knees and moved forward quickly placing his
hands on his friend's hairy thighs and wrapping his lips around the
dripping glans. His tongue lapped around the bulbous meat teasing and
sucking on the leaking slit at its head.
	"What the shit's gotten into you, Steve? You're acting like a
hungry animal."
	Steve pulled off the big cockhead. "I just want to make it good for
you, Jim. I want you to remember this the whole time you're gone to camp. I
want you to remember what it feels like, me sucking your big cock, when all
you jocks are sitting around talking about girls and fucking pussy," he
said before he pressed forward taking Jim's big shaft all the way into his
throat.
	Jim felt a rush of masculine power he didn't quite understand. As
the kneeling cocksucker pressed his nose into the older stud's curly pubes,
Jim reached up and took hold of his buddy's head. He held his friend's head
tightly against his belly, his nose buried in his bush and his face pressed
against his hard abs, until he felt Steve trying to pull back. Relaxing his
hold slightly he allowed the struggling boy to gasp for air before firmly
pulling him back against his hard stud body. "Fuck, Steve, that's
incredible. It's never felt so good. It's like I'm really fucking your
mouth." He quickly developed a rhythm, pulling in his sucker's head and
forcing his cock down into his throat until he felt the choking muscles
massaging his cockhead before allowing enough of a withdrawal to not
actually choke his friend. He was in a different world. He'd never fucked
before, but he knew that's what he was doing to his best friend. He was
fucking for the first time and it was his best friend he was fucking.
	Steve was ecstatic. He knew a line had been crossed. He knew his
best friend was doing something to him he had never done before, something
Steve had wanted ever since he had first "tricked" his friend into letting
him suck his dick (See Chapter 3), something he had longed for. Now, he
just had to make it last, make it happen again, make it seem like the right
thing for his buddy to do.
	As Jim continued to fuck, Steve could tell he was getting close,
When he jammed his ramrod all the way to the pubes and stayed, Steve knew
he was there. Then, as Jim screamed out his pleasure, Steve felt the shots
of hot cum force themselves into his throat, down his gullet and into his
belly. The boy held his breath as long as he could as his throat fought and
screamed around the thick invader, massaging it and pulling out the last
drops of thick stud jism. Finally, he had to pull back, but he held tightly
with his hands onto the muscular legs and with his lips wrapped around the
thick shaft to prevent a complete withdrawal.
	Jim sagged, spent and exhausted by the force of his orgasm, making
no effort to pull out of the soft, warm mouth of his kneeling friend whose
tongue was softly caressing his sensitive cock. After a few moments the
older boy realized his cock, which had softened after his ejaculation, was
now firming back up to its full hardness as it crept back into the tight
confines of his sucker's welcoming throat.
	He looked down at his best friend. Their eyes met. "You want more?
You want me to fuck you again?" He didn't understand it, but he recognized
the look in his friend's eyes; affirmation, desire, need, submission. He
bent down and kissed the upturned forehead and then, raising up, placed his
hands back on either side of the head in front of him and began to push
firmly forward.
	The second time was better than the first, for both boys. This
time, when Jim felt his orgasm approaching, he pulled out so that the head
of his cock was resting on Steve's soft tongue, and he pumped his second
load into his friend's welcoming mouth. As he finished and his cock began
to soften, he pulled Steve up and said, "Show me."
	Steve obediently opened his mouth, showing it full of his buddy's
thick cum. "Swallow."
	Jim pulled the smaller boy into a tight hug and then let him slide
down where he took the now soft cock into his mouth to clean it off. That
done, Steve reached over and picked up Jim's shorts and held them for the
older boy to step into and then pulled them up as he rose to stand before
his friend.
	"I'll be thinking about that for the next five weeks," Jim said.
	"Have a good time at your grandparents' and at camp. See you when
you get back," Steve said as he turned and went out. He hopped on his bike
and quickly pedaled home.

       Toward the middle of August Bart, Jimbo, JoJo, Kurt, and Luis
started heading out of town to the Naval Academy and the different colleges
they were going to attend.  After hot farewell sex sessions, they each told
him they would not forget his hot ass and mouth and that they would be
calling him when they came home for the holidays.
       The twins had left for a three-week basketball camp right after the
first of August and Jim and Jake were off at baseball camp.

[Change of tense. Sorry, but these and maybe other chapters were written
before. I tried changing tense, but couldn't get it to sound right to me]

Chapter Twenty Harry in the Park

       I was at loose ends one afternoon, wishing one of my fuckers was
around to cool my hot cunt with his hard cock, but too lazy to call the
garage or try to find Rafe and his gang.  My dad was off duty, but I knew
he was golfing with some of his buddies in the afternoon and would be
leaving as soon as he got up. I decided to walk down to the big municipal
park that ran along the river.  It was just a few blocks from my house the
other direction from the park and pool where I usually hung out with my
friends.  This park was much bigger and had hiking and biking trails and
cool groves of pine and hardwood trees and bushes.  Even though I had been
taking care of Tony all last year and his buddies and Jim and the others
all summer, I still was pretty green.  I didn't know anything about gay
life in the town.  My studs kept me so satisfied and so busy satisfying
their appetites, I never even thought about anybody or anything else going
on.  I didn't know that some parts of the bigger park were busy cruising
areas for men looking for sexual relief, using the mouths and asses of the
town's few queers.
       I was walking down one of the twisting trails toward the back, along
the river when all of a sudden I came on a bench beside the paved strip.
Sprawled out on the bench, his legs spread wide, dressed in loose nylon
running shorts and a tank top, was a hot looking man.  As I got closer, I
saw that his legs and arms were covered with thick dark hair that also
covered the part of his chest and shoulders, up to the base of his neck
that showed around the top of his shirt.  His head was lowered as he seemed
to be looking down at the huge bulge showing in the front of his shorts.  I
slowed down so I could gaze at this grade-A stud as long as possible,
expecting to just walk on by him.
	As I got to within a couple of feet of the bench, he looked up and
smiled.  "Hi, kid, how's it goin'?" he asked as he moved his hand to
squeeze his crotch.
	I stopped in front of him. "Fine," I replied, not knowing anything
else to say, mesmerized by his blatant fondling of himself.  Finally, I
managed to continue.  "It's a great day for a walk in the park.  I've never
been down in this part before."
	"I didn't think I'd ever seen you down here," he said as his big
fingers slipped under the leg of his shorts and pulled the loose fabric up
to reveal the head of his big prick, lying along his hairy thigh.  They
remained there, lightly stroking the flaring helmet.  I could see the drool
of pre-cum pumping out, making a puddle in the dark hairs.  "You like what
you see?" he asked, smiling up at me.
	I could only shake my head yes I was so hungry for that hooded
cock.  I was a little afraid since I had never done anything with a
stranger in a public place, but I knew I had to have this hunky stud's cock
down my throat and up my ass.  I stepped forward, between his legs, which
he spread wider to let me get closer to him.  I hesitantly reached out to
stroke his hairy thigh, moving up to dabble my fingers in the sticky pool
and then run my slippery fingertips over the hood of skin that covered his
cockhead.  It was sticking out of his shorts even farther as the shaft
behind it hardened and grew longer.  He dropped his hand to the bench at
his side and leaned his head back with his eyes closed.  "That feels good,
baby," he sighed.  "Slide up the shaft and get a good feel.  You gonna'
suck that hot cock for me.  I really need it bad.  I've been on duty and
haven't shot a load in five days."
	His reference to being "on duty" made me take a closer look at his
face.  It had seemed familiar at first, but I hadn't really paid much
attention.  I suddenly realized that he was one of my dad's firemen.  His
name was Harry.  I had met him and seen him a few times when I visited my
dad at the fire station.  The thought of making it with one of my dad's
firefighters really turned me on.  My own cock was hard and jutting out
from the front of my shorts.
	His eyes still closed, Harry said, "Push the skin back. Get up
inside and feel my knob." As I did as he ordered, Harry opened his eyes and
saw my tented-out pants.  He reached down and cupped the bulge.  "Looks
like you've got a healthy-sized hardon for a kid," he said as he opened my
shorts and pulled out my stiff cock and balls.  With his other hand he
pushed up my tee shirt and began playing with my tits.  "You're a hot
little chicken, aren't you?  Why don't we go back in the bushes where we
can have a little privacy and I can check out your stud-muffin body and you
can show me what you can do?"
	He got to his feet and, walking behind me, headed us into the
depths of the shrubbery and trees.  When we got to a small clearing, he
stopped and pulled me against him.  I could feel his hard, rubbery cock
pressing into the small of my back as his hands moved down the front of my
body.  "Let's get you out of these clothes," he said as he pulled my shirt
over my head and reached down to push my shorts to the ground.  As I
stepped out of them and kicked them aside, I could hear him behind me
pulling off his own clothes and then his hands came around my shoulders and
he pulled me tight to his hard-muscled, hairy body.  I could feel the thick
hair rubbing over my shoulders, back, and ass as he moved against me.  I
could especially feel his thick bush and hard cock as they teased my butt.
	"You like the feel of a man rubbing up against you, kid?  You like
to feel my hair scratching your smooth, baby-soft skin?" he crooned, as his
hands caressed my chest, pinching my hard nipples, and then moving down to
my belly and thighs.  He cupped my cock and balls in his big hands and
grasped them, just hard enough to hurt a little.  "You like a man playing
with your berries, squeezing them so you know he means business?  Are you a
fuck-boy, kid?  You wanna be my slut today?"
	I leaned limply back against his hot body.  I could only moan,
indicating my willingness to do whatever he desired, to be his fuck-boy,
his slut or whatever he wanted.  I wanted this big, hairy man to dominate
me.  He was hotter than lots of the guys I'd had so far.  He was hotter
than Tony, even. How could I think that? How was he different from Tony and
all the hot studs who'd been using me ever since I learned about man-sex
last September? I didn't know, but he was different. He squeezed harder and
his long middle finger began to search past my sac for my little hole.  He
found it and, mashing my nuts in his cupped hand, he pushed past the tight
sphincter and roughly invaded my shit-chute.
	"Uhm, nice and tight. You like that, boy?  You like that finger
fucking your slut pussy?"
	"Oh, yeah.  My pussy needs to be played with.  It needs to get
fucked," I moaned.
	"Bend over," Harry growled as he pulled his hand from my aching
nuts and pushed me over with the hand that had been exploring my ass.  "Let
me see this hungry hole of yours."  I did as he commanded, reaching back to
spread my ass cheeks as I bent almost double.  "Uhm, sweet," he said as he
rubbed my butt and then gave it a couple of light slaps.  "You like to get
your ass slapped?  You like your pretty butt warmed up before it gets
fucked?" he demanded as he gave me a couple more, harder this time.  I just
moaned.  His punishment of my ass was really turning me on.  The twins had
taught me the pleasure of a little pain before sex.  He slapped my ass a
few more times.  Then I felt his hands exploring the smooth, hairless
valley of my ass-crack again.  His big, blunt fingers found my brownie and
he began teasing the ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to my love
tunnel.  He began pushing and the gate opened and one finger and then
another forced their ways in.  He shoved harder and I could feel his
knuckles pressing into my crack.
	"Good and tight.  I can tell you're not a virgin, but your hole
knows how to grab on.  I bet you're gonna give my dick a good ride.  You
gonna give me a good fuck with this tight boy-cunt, pussy-boy?"
	"Yes," I groaned as he pressed a third finger into my hole and
began fucking in and out.  His fingers were dry and my ass hadn't started
lubing up, so it hurt, but it hurt good. The sudden thought of my dad's big
fingers being in my asshole flitted across my imagination.
	"You like it hard and dry like this.  You want a little hurt don't
you kid?  I bet you like it when a big man punishes you.  Does your daddy
whip your ass?  Does it make you hot, your daddy spanking your sweet, round
ass?"
	"Yes," I moaned.  My dad is pretty easygoing, but occasionally I do
something that requires that he discipline me.  When that happens, he makes
me drop my pants and lean over the end of the bed in my room and he whips
my ass with a wide leather belt. He only whips me hard enough to get my
attention, but I suddenly realized that I enjoyed the thick leather strap
stinging my butt-cheeks.  I even remembered getting a hardon while my big,
burly dad was warming my ass with his belt. I was able to pull up my jeans
as soon as he stopped so he couldn't see.
	"Does your daddy fuck you after he finishes?  Is your daddy the one
who took your sweet cherry and keeps your hot ass satisfied?"
	"No!" I replied emphatically, realizing at the same moment that I
blurted out the "No" that I would like to feel my dad's big whanger shoved
up my butt.  I had seen him naked lots of times when we went camping and
knew he had a really big cock.  One morning when I woke before him and he
had kicked out of his sleeping bag, I saw his cock hard.  It looked a foot
long and as big around as my wrist was at the time.
	"Your dad doesn't fuck your cunt?  He must be blind, a pussy-boy
like you walking around the house and he doesn't plug your hole every
chance he gets."
	All the time he was quizzing me, Harry was roughly fucking my ass
with his three big, hard fingers.  Suddenly, he pulled them out and I
whimpered, feeling empty and suddenly all alone.  He roughly turned me
around and forced me to my knees before him.  The thick bed of pine needles
cushioned my drop.  He grabbed his hard cock and slapped it across my face,
leaving trails of pre-cum across my eyes, nose, and mouth.  "Open up that
sweet mouth and suck this big man's cock, punk.  Make me feel good and get
me ready to fuck that hot pussy of yours.  I'm gonna make you a happy boy
this morning."
	I wrapped my lips around the hooded glans and felt it slide out of
the thick covering of skin to be welcomed by my tongue instantly licking
and lapping around the slimy, smooth helmet. I went to work on the big
fucker as he shoved it all the way down, forcing my face into his hairy
belly.  His big hands grabbed the back of my head and held me hard against
him as I gagged on the huge invader.
	"That's it, punk, take it all the way down!  Choke of that big
piece of meat!  Get it all wet and slippery with your pussy-throat juices
so it won't rip you open when I shove it in your rear-end pussy."  He
pulled out slightly, allowing me to gulp down a lung full of air before he
rammed back into my throat.  I sucked on his meaty shaft, my lips tight
around the base, my tongue caressing the thick tube that ran up the bottom
of the hard shaft.  I could feel the folds of loose skin at the entrance of
my throat as it took in and worked on the bulbous head, the pre-cum flowing
in a stream down my gullet.
	Suddenly, he pushed me away with such force that I sprawled on the
ground.  He loomed over me, his legs spread apart, his hands stroking his
dripping cock. "Get on your hands and knees, bitch, a put that pretty ass
up in the air. I'm gonna service you like the bitch you are," he commanded.
	I quickly assumed my favorite position and looked around over my
shoulder as he lowered himself between my legs and aimed his rammer at my
asshole.  I felt the head against my sphincter and then he shoved the full
length deep inside me.  He leaned his hairy torso over my back, his face at
the side of my head as he growled in my ear, "Good! Good and tight!
Squeeze my cock with your pussy, slut!  Show me you want it!  Show me how
much you need this big cock of mine to fuck your tight cunt!"
	I squeezed my ass muscles and pushed back against his hairy belly,
rotating my butt as he began to slowly withdraw his ass-stretcher.  I let
out a moan as he pulled out completely and then whimpered with pleasure as
he rammed his cock back into my hole.  He began fucking my hard and fast,
pulling out all but the head before thrusting the full length back inside.
I could feel his hot breath against the side of my face and his sweat
gluing our bodies together as he pounded my ass.  My cock was hard and I
could feel the cum boiling in my nuts getting ready to shoot out.  Harry's
fuck-thrusts got harder and faster and suddenly I felt his muscles tense
and his hips rammed hard against my butt with such force that I collapsed
to the ground just as my cock began pouring out its load of cum into the
pine needles.  The spasming of my ass muscles brought him off and I felt my
guts being bathed with his hot cock juice.
	We lay there panting while our cocks went down.  Harry's slid out
of my ass and I felt his cum pouring out of my hole onto the ground.  I
could have lain there all day with his hard, heavy, hairy body pressing me
into the fragrant needles, but after a short while he got up, and reaching
down, pulled me up in front of him.  "That was great, kid. Can you come
back early in the morning for another round?"
	"Sure.  About eight o'clock?"
	"Great.  I'll be here, waiting with a hard dick for those sweet
lips and hot ass."
	We quickly pulled on our clothes and parted.  I headed home with a
sore, but happy, ass and thoughts of the hot stud who had just fucked me
and my hot, hairy dad and his big dick all mixed up back and forth in my
head.

Chapter Twenty-One Back for More in the Park

	The next morning I was up early and ate breakfast in my pajamas
with Mom before she went to work.  Dad was still asleep.  When he was off
duty, he usually slept late, catching up on the sleep he had lost while he
was at the firehouse.  Mom left and I went upstairs to get dressed.  I
looked in Mom and Dad's bedroom as I passed.  Dad was sprawled across the
bed.  He was wearing only a loose pair of boxer shorts and I stood in the
doorway gazing at his big, muscular body.  Every exposed part of it was
covered with dark hair and his upper lip was adorned with a thick, sexy
mustache.  I wondered what it felt like to be kissed by a man with a
mustache like his.  My cock began to grow hard and I started to retreat to
my room when he moved in his sleep.  As he did so, the leg of his shorts
slipped up his thigh and his half-hard cock came into view.  The same
movement caused the opening in the front to gape open and reveal his thick
bush of cock hair and the thick base of his dick.  Hypnotized, I moved
closer to the bed to get a better view.  I stood there, my mouth watering
imagining my stud father fucking my face and ass with the cock that had
made me.  Remembering Harry's sexy questioning, I stood, wishing my dad had
been the one to break me in to man sex and that he would wake up right now
and throw me across the bed and fuck my ass.  He moved again and I hurried
out of the room.  Looking at the clock, I saw that it was a quarter to
eight.  I quickly pulled on the same clothes I had on the day before and
left the house.  I rode my bicycle since I was running late and my
destination was deep in the back of the park.
	When I rode around the bend in the path, I saw Harry sitting on the
same bench, sprawled out in the sun just like yesterday.  My cock got hard
thinking about the fucking that sexy stud was going to give me.  I stopped
and got off my bike beside the bench.  Harry looked at my tented out shorts
and grinned.  "I see you're hot to trot. Ready for another taste of my big
dick?  Let's get it on," he said as he got up and led me, wheeling my
bicycle, into the depths of the woods.
	As soon as we got to the clearing, Harry stripped out of his
clothes.  "Get naked, baby, I got a load of cum that's about to shoot out
just thinking about your hot mouth and ass."  I got rid of my clothes and
fell to my knees as he walked toward me, his cock hard and jutting out from
his furry belly.  He reached down and cupped my chin, raising my face up to
his gaze.  "Are you sure you've never been down here, kid.  I'm sure I've
seen you before.  I've been trying to think where from ever since
yesterday."  He rubbed his cockhead over my face as he talked.  I opened my
mouth and stuck out my tongue, trying to capture the head as he moved it
across my mouth.  "No. No, baby.  Not until you tell me who you are.  I
know I've met you somewhere."
	Desperate for his cock, I blurted out, "You've met me down at the
fire station.  I'm Steve Andrews, Captain Andrews' son."
	He stopped and stepped back.  "Shit, you're the captain's son?
You're my boss' kid?  The captain's kid is a pussy-boy slut!  Shit, what a
joke," he laughed.  "And your dad doesn't know he's got a slut daughter
instead of a son?  He doesn't know how bad you need hot cock up your ass to
keep you happy?"
	"No."
	"Who broke you in, baby.  Who's been keeping that hot pussy of
yours so full and satisfied you've never been down here looking for mancock
before yesterday?"
	"I have friends at school.  I didn't even know about this place
until I happened on you."
	"But now, I'll bet you'll be down here all the time, looking for
hard men to satisfy that hungry hole of yours, won't you.  Now that you've
gotten a taste of a real man, those schoolboy friends of yours aren't gonna
be able to keep you satisfied," he said grinning.  He rubbed his cock over
my face and pressed it against my lips.  "Now, get on this hard man's cock
and suck out my load, pussy," he growled as he shoved his cock down my
ready and willing throat.
	All the guys had used me for their pleasure.  None of them, not
even Tony, ever reciprocated, well, except for Juan and Fernando.  They
were too butch and straight for that.  Even my buddy Jim never did anything
but whack me off after I'd go down on him.  That was okay.  That was what I
had gotten to like and crave.  But Matt, Jimbo's Marine older brother, was
the only one who had really dominated me.  The twins were into a little
bondage and pain, but with them it was more like role playing.  They were
the masters and I was the slave, but it wasn't real.  Matt had demanded
that I serve him the same way that this stud fireman was doing.  He was
probably right.  I would be looking for rougher sex in the future.  Sex
where I would be totally submissive to the dominate male, a father figure.
	Harry hadn't been kidding about being hot to trot.  It only took a
few thrusts before he slammed his cock down my throat and, holding my face
tight against his bush, flooded me with his big load.  I swallowed as fast
as I could, but the excess welled up and filled my mouth, dribbling out the
corners and down my chin.  I continued to gently suck his dick as it
softened in my mouth.  He kept it in place and within seconds, I felt it
begin to harden again.  He fucked my mouth slowly as his cock reached its
full erection.  He then pulled his fuckshaft out of my mouth and commanded
me to stand up, turn around, and bend over.  I quickly complied and he
rammed his hard prick into my asshole in one rough thrust.  He grabbed onto
my hips and began fucking me with long, slow strokes.
	"We'll make it last, this time, baby.  Get ready for a long ride.
I've still got lots of cum, but it'll take a while to work it up."
	That was fine with me.  The longer this big stud fireman fucked me,
the better.  My ass was singing for joy with his big dick plowing up it.
As far as I was concerned, he could plow me all day.
	He almost did!  After a while Harry pulled out and told me to lie
down on my back.  He knelt between my outstretched legs, grabbed my ankles,
and shoved his cock back into my hungry hole.  As he pumped into my ass, he
bent down and planted his mouth hard against mine.  We kissed with open
mouths, his tongue exploring my oral cavity and his spit pouring down my
throat.  His body was pouring sweat, soaking me as he bent me almost
double, my knees pressed into my shoulders.  My cock was pressed hard
between my belly and his, his thick fur scratching it and making it tingle.
I was leaking pre-cum, which was mixing all over my stomach with our sweat.
	After another long period of hard fucking, during which Harry
slowed down a couple of times in order to hold off his climax, I suddenly
started to cum.  My body tensed and my hot load shot out between our
bodies, making a hot soup of cum, pre-cum, and sweat all over me.  I could
feel it trickling down my sides.  Harry paused in his fucking to let me
recover from my climax and asked me how I liked it best.  I told him I
liked to be fucked like a bitch in the doggie position, like he did
yesterday.
	He quickly pulled out and ordered me up on all fours and began stud
fucking me harder and faster than before.  My cock got instantly hard again
as he pounded my ass and rubbed his sweaty, hairy body over my back.  He
pumped faster and faster until he was moving like a well-oiled piston.
Suddenly, he went rigid and began to fill my guts with his cum, moaning and
yelling out his lust.  My cock swelled up and shot another load onto the
pine needles.  Like yesterday, we slumped to the ground, panting in
exhaustion.  We laid there for a few minutes, Harry's heavy body pressing
me into the soft ground, until we heard a deep masculine voice say, "That
was really hot.  You think the kid would take on two more horny fuckers?"
      We looked up and saw two hot looking studs standing at the edge of
the clearing.  They both looked about twenty-five.  One of them was a dark
rough looking Mexican wearing faded jeans and a white tank top.  His hair
was black and shiny and he had a stubble of dark beard, like he hadn't
shaved in a couple of days.  Dark hair showed on his chest where the top
scooped down, and his forearms were covered with a thick layer of dark hair
to match.  His shoulders and biceps were thick with a laborer's muscles,
and his thighs, encased in the tight jeans, were equally massive.  His lips
were parted in a sexy grin, showing off his gleaming white teeth. The other
man was smaller, but equally muscled.  He was dressed only in a pair of
nylon running shorts and sneakers.  His almost hairless torso was shiny
with sweat that ran off his shoulders and chest and gathered between his
pecs to run down through the middle of his six pack and disappear in the
trail of blond hair that started below his navel and disappeared under the
waist of his low-slung shorts.
      "We were coming back here to have a little fun together, but we sure
would like to use this pretty little pussy-boy, wouldn't we, buddy," the
dark stud said.
      "Yeah," the blond replied, "I really get turned on by a hot little
chicken like this one.  I love topping a pretty kid like him."
      Harry stood up and said, "He's all yours.  I'm sure he's ready and
willing to take on two hot studs like you, aren't you baby?"
      I rose up on my knees and waggled my butt at the two newcomers.
"Sure.  The more the merrier.  Come on, one of you, and plug my ass.  The
other one can have my mouth," I invited with a grin, feeling horny as hell
looking up at the two studs who were moving in closer to the action.  The
Mexican started to unbutton his Levis, but the blond beat him to it by
shucking his shorts and jockstrap down to the ground and kicking them out
of the way.
      "I've gotta have some of this ass," he said as he strode over and
fell to his knees between my outstretched legs.  He bent over, pulled my
butt open, and planted his face between my cheeks as he started lapping
into my crack.  Harry's cum was still flowing out of my asshole and the
blond was gobbling it up into his hungry mouth.  When he'd finished
cleaning me out, he rose up and plowed his hard cock into my welcoming
cunt.  He wrapped his arms around my chest and pounded me like a rutting
animal.
      "Oh shit!  This ass is so tight and so hot!  It's still slick with
cum. Fuck, I can't last any longer," he shouted as he began to unload his
jism into my guts.  I could feel him relax onto my back as he finished
cumming, but he didn't get soft.  I was getting ready for a second ride
when I heard the other stud say to Harry, "Look at this pretty ass.  That's
what I came in here to get my fucker into."
      "Stick it in, big guy.  Fuck me with that big ramrod and make me
shoot my second load in the chicken here," I heard my rider say.  I felt
him tense up and then heard him moan, "Oh yeah!  That's what I need, a big
stud cock in me while I fuck this tight chicken ass a second time."  The
big Latino stud started pounding the blonde's ass.  Every time he thrust
in, my fucker's cock was driven higher up into my guts.  Soon, we were both
moaning in ecstasy as the Mexican bull fucked us both at the same time.  My
hard cock shot its third load into the ground as I felt Blondie's second
erupt into my rectum.  As the bull kept fucking, Blondie got soft and
slipped out of my hole.  I pulled out from under him and then slid back in
to take his soft, but still big, cock into my mouth to suck out the last
dregs of his ball juice and clean him off.
      I looked over and saw Harry standing by, stroking his massive hardon
as he watched.  I crawled over to him and reached out for it.  He grinned
down at me as I took him into my mouth.  "You really can't get enough, can
you?"
      I took his cock out long enough to reply, "Not when there are three
studs as hot as you guys ready to give it to me," before impaling myself on
his juicy fucker again.  While the two strangers were fucking away a few
feet from us, I worked on Harry's fuckstick.  I heard the Mexican shout,
"Take it!  Take it, fuckboy! Take my cum up your pussy ass."
      Blondie moaned, "Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!  I can feel it filling my guts.
God! It feels so good, shooting up inside me.  Fill me up, stud! Fill me
up!"  Then it was quiet except for the satisfied grunts and moans of both
butch studs.  I kept working Harry's dick until he grabbed my head and
shoved his rammer down my throat saying, "Here it comes, baby!  Drink down
another big load! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
      I swallowed his seed and then pulled back to gently clean every bit
of cum from his shaft and the dripping head.  As I licked up the last drops
from his piss slit, I noticed the big Mexican stud standing next to me, his
half hard cock hanging over his bull balls, glistening with cum and
Blondie's ass juices.  He grabbed my head and turned it toward him.  I
opened my mouth and gobbled his slimy cock down.  "Yeah.  That's a good
pussyboy.  Clean my cock up.  Suck it good.  Make it hard again `cause I'm
gonna fuck your pretty-boy ass next."
      I sucked on the big chorizo buried in my gullet.  I felt it harden,
stretching further and further down my throat.  When it was so hard I
thought I was gonna choke, he pulled it out and pushed me to the ground.
"Grab your ankles and show me that pussy hole of yours, slut.  I'm ready to
make it mine." He demanded.
      I grabbed hold and pulled my legs up and back forming a wide vee and
exposing my butthole to his attack.  He knelt down and bent over me as he
aimed his big cockhead at my leaking hole.  I still had enough of Blondie's
cum in me so that when he pressed against my tight little pucker, it opened
up and let his massive meat in in one hard shove.  He was buried to the
hilt in me, our bodies pressed together and his face just inches from mine.
"You like that big Mexican pinga, boy?  You like feeling a man's big cock
buried in your pussy ass?  You want me to fuck you hard with this big
ramrod?" he whispered into my ear.
      "Oh yes.  Please, fuck me!  Fuck me with your big dick!  Make me your
puta, your woman!  Breed me with your big horse cock and fill me with your
baby-makers," I begged as I looked into his eyes and felt him like a
baseball bat filling my guts, not moving, just filling me with his hard
manhood.
      "You got it, my pretty little puta, my little whore.  I'm gonna fuck
your brains out.  I'm gonna breed you like the bull breeds the heifer," he
said with a flash of his white teeth as he slowly pulled his huge Mexican
sausage out of my hole until just the massive helmet head was still buried
inside me.  Then he rammed it back in all the way and ground it deep inside
me.  After that his thrusts in and out of my cunt came hard and fast as he
pounded my ass.  The sweat poured off his hairy body onto my smooth chest
and belly.  His face was just inches away from mine as he fucked me; his
eyes boring into mine as he lowered his lips and kissed me hard and deep,
his tongue boring into my mouth and fucking it just as his cock was fucking
my ass.
      "Oh, si.  What a tight pussy you've got.  You love Pablo's big cock
fucking your tight little pussy don't you, puta?  You need a man in you,
fucking you and making you his bitch, don't you pretty little gringo?
You're mine now, aren't you?  You're Pablo's little bitch, his pussy-boy,
his slut, his cock-slave.  After I've finished with you, you're gonna be
dragging your pretty little white ass down to the barrio looking for Pablo,
looking for your man, your cockmaster.  You're gonna be empty, your
pussy-cunt crying for my big Mexican meat to fill you up, ain't you?"
      "Oh god yes.  Fuck me with that big Mexican sausage.  Fill my guts
with your hot spicy salsa!  I need it!  I need cock filling my hungry cunt.
I love getting fucked by a hot Mexican stud like you!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"
The Mexican stud fucked me for a long time.  He'd already cum twice, so I
guess it took a while for his balls to make another load of cum, but his
cock never softened inside me.  Every once and a while, he would pull all
the way out and then ram his log back into my guts.  Even if my asshole
hadn't been wide open and welcoming, his pole was plenty hard enough to
force its way.  It didn't have any trouble getting back in.  Once I looked
over at Harry who had the blonde on his knees slobbering over his hard
meat.  The next time I looked, the blonde was on all fours with Henry
covering him like a stud covers his bitch.
      About the time my stud jammed his cock deeper into me than it seemed
like he had been before, I heard Harry yelling, "Take it, bitch!  Take my
cum in your guts!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!"
      Both studs pulled out about the same time and the blonde and I took
their softening cocks into our mouths to clean them up.
      After we'd all gotten back into our clothes, the Mexican stud gave me
a card.  "Here's my cel number.  Call me the next time you need a good
fuck.  Maybe I can fix you up with my brothers and some of my workmates.  I
bet we could fill that hungry hole of yours real good."  Pablo and the
blonde left, but Harry kept me back.  He pushed his shorts and jock down
below his balls and said, "One more time, baby.  Wrap your lips around this
and pull one more load out of my balls before I go."
      When we parted, Harry said, "Kid, I'm back on duty for the next five
days day-after tomorrow.  If you come by the firehouse, I might be able to
slip you in and we could have a quick fuck in one of the storerooms."  I
told him I would try as I rode off on my bike.

Chapter Twenty-Two Ted at the Stationhouse

	A couple of days after my second trip to the park, I really wanted
to see Harry again. But my dad had gone back on duty, and I was afraid to
go down to the firehouse, worried my dad would see me and want to know what
I was doing there.  On the third day, I heard my mom talking to Dad on the
phone while we were eating breakfast.  I heard enough of the conversation
to know that Dad was going downtown to meet with the Fire Marshall that
afternoon.  I waited around `til after lunch and then went down to the
station.  Harry had told me to come to a back door that opened off an
enclosed court where the garbage cans and other junk were.  I walked so my
bike wouldn't be seen.  I rang the bell beside the door.  Harry had said he
would listen for it and answer before anyone else could.  I heard someone
on the other side and waited, expecting to see Harry.
	The door opened and there stood another fireman.  I remembered his
name was Ted.  He was tall and good-looking.  His brown hair was cut in a
burr and his jaw was rough with a day's growth of heavy beard.  At first I
didn't know what to do.  He just stood, leaning against the doorframe,
looking at me with his piercing blue eyes.  He was dressed in jeans and a
knit shirt.  There was a definite bulge down his right thigh, which he was
stroking lightly.  I finally got up the nerve to ask for Harry.  Ted
grinned, showing strong white teeth, and said that Harry had gone downtown
with my father.  I realized he, unlike Harry, recognized me right away.  As
he spoke, his fondling of the bulge in his pants became more obvious.  He
looked me up and down and said, "I think I can scratch that itch you've got
just as good as Harry, baby."
	Harry must have told him about me, how hungry I was for his big
man-cock and how I'd done everything he demanded to get it because next he
slid his hand up under the bottom of his shirt and ran it up to his chest,
revealing a hard washboard belly with a line of hair running up the middle
to widen just below the edge of his shirt.  With his other hand he unhooked
his belt and unsnapped the buttons of his fly open, exposing the thick mat
of pubic hair that spread out below his navel.  "You like what you see so
far, Stevie.  Why don't you shuck off those clothes and show me that cute
body Harry's been telling me about.  If I like what I see, I'll let you
have some of this," he said as he pulled out a hard, uncircumcised cock and
a set of hairy balls.  The head of his cock was just peeking out of the
hooded foreskin.
	I wanted that new cock!  I wanted it bad!  It was huge and the
pre-cum was already oozing out of the piss-slit to lose itself under the
folds of skin.  I wanted to taste those juices.  I wanted to run my tongue
under that foreskin and clean out the dried piss and sweat and cum that had
accumulated there.  "Come on, kid, you don't come in unless you strip.  I
wanna see the merchandise beforehand."
	I looked around.  The court was completely enclosed.  There were no
windows looking out into it.  I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my
shorts to the ground.  My cock sprang up, hard and dripping.  Ted reached
out and mauled my tits, then his hand moved down and he grabbed my stiff
prick and pulled me to him.  I reached for his cock, but he batted my hand
away.  "Not yet, kid, all in good time," he said as he continued to feel me
up.  "I want to check you out first."  He grabbed my balls and squeezed
hard before running his hand underneath, into the bottom of my ass crack.
His fingers played around with my hole for a few seconds.  "Turn around and
bend over," he ordered.  I did as he demanded, and he spread my cheeks and
roughly explored the smooth valley of my butt.  "Prime stuff," he
exclaimed.  "Clean as a whistle and sweet as candy.  Pick up your clothes
and follow me."
	I picked up my shirt and shorts from the ground and followed him
down the dark hall and up a short flight of stairs.  At the top, he took a
set of keys out of his pocket and opened a door marked "Storage."  I
followed him in and he closed the door, sliding the bolt as he did so.  The
room was dimly lit by a small window.  There were boxes piled around the
walls, leaving only a small space in the middle.  Ted, leaning against the
door, pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a massive chest covered
with light brown hair.  He pushed his jeans down around his ankles.
	"Get over here and show me what you can do.  According to Harry,
you're crazy for cock, a real nympho bitch and you really know what makes a
man feel good. "
	I went down on all fours and crawled across the dusty floor `til I
was directly in front of this tough, muscular man who had already shamed
me, treating me like the sex-hungry slut I was.  I wanted to abase myself
before him, to do his bidding, to satisfy his sexual appetite.  I wanted
him to dominate me, command me just like Harry had done in the park.  I
reached for his pants.  He raised one foot and then the other so I could
pull them completely off.  Then I bent down and began to lick his heavy
work boots.  I don't know what told me to do that.  Something inside me
made me stick out my tongue and lap on the hard, fragrant leather shoes.
	"That's a good boy.  Harry didn't tell me you were a bootlicker.
Get those boots clean and shiny with your spit, slut, but hurry up, I got
something up here that's hot and hard waiting for your mouth and ass."  I
looked up to see Ted fisting his monster cock and fondling his balls.  As I
watched, a drop of pre-cum slid off the tip and began falling toward my
upturned face.  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, catching the
slimy glob and letting it roll down my tongue into my mouth.  It tasted
slightly salty, reminding me of Matt Sims, Jimbo's Marine brother.  Another
glob began to accumulate on the hooded end of Ted's cock-knob as he
continued stroking.  He reached down with the hand that had been on his
balls and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up to kneel before him.
	"Open up and get the pretty mouth of yours on this cock.  You can
finish cleaning my boots later," he commanded, pulling my face into his
groin.  I opened wide as he shoved his cock hard into my mouth and down my
throat.  I gagged, my throat muscles fighting against the sudden invasion.
He held my head, keeping my face jammed against his hairy belly, my chin
smashed into his scrotum.  "Good!  That's good, baby!  Gag on that big
cock!  Fight against it!  Work those throat muscles around that big head
and make me feel good!" He hissed.  I felt like I was going to faint from
lack of oxygen.  My eyes were tearing and my head spinning as he held my
head in place, his cock deep in my throat. I'd deep-throated lots of cocks,
all the guys liked it when I massaged their pricks with my throat muscles,
but I'd never been fed cock this forcefully.  I was beginning to be afraid,
when suddenly Ted pulled my head back slightly.  I gulped a lung full of
air before he rammed his meat back in.  "Be ready to breathe fast, baby
`cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth `til I shoot my load.  Harry wasn't lying
when he said your pussy throat is as good as any chick's cunt."
	He continued his battering of my throat until suddenly he tensed
and pulled me hard against him, burying my face in his lush thatch and
filling me with his throbbing cock as he sent what seemed like gallons of
hot cum down into my belly.  He held me there as his cock softened in my
mouth, crawling out of my gullet as it did so.  I was having trouble
breathing, even after my throat was unblocked because he kept my head
jammed into his belly, my nose buried in the thick forest of his curly
pubes.  Finally, he released me and I fell backwards onto the floor.  As I
lay there, looking up at the naked, hairy man standing over me, the fire
bell started to ring.
	"Shit," Ted exclaimed as he scooped up his clothes and turned to
the door, "I'll have to wait for another time to try out the cute butt of
yours.  Get your clothes on and slip out the back door after the trucks are
gone."
	I dressed and, when I heard the sirens disappear in the distance,
made my way down the stairs and out the back door.  Just as I was rounding
the corner of the station house, I saw Dad's fire captain's car roar by,
its siren screaming, Harry driving and Dad in the passenger seat.  I hoped
he didn't see me.