Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2017 09:47:51 -0400
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Fireman's Son, Chapter 27

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 27" {Rob} (M B oral anal)

Here's the chapter involving Steve, Mr. Sims, his Marine son Matt and
Steve's father. There are a couple of different bits that I hope don't
bother anyone. There also is a bonus episode that was a part of this
chapter I decided to take out. I hope you enjoy them. Rob at
fmhar1969@aol.com.

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Fireman's Son
Chapter Twenty-seven
Mr. Sims and Matt and . . .

	Steve and his mom had dinner and a quiet night.  Steve was tired
out and knew that the next day was going to be a busy one. Next morning
while he was breakfasting with her, his mom told him Mr. Sims was going to
take the day off to spend it with his son Matt.
	"Oh! Is Matt here?"
	"Yes. He got an unexpected three-day pass and flew in yesterday
morning. I think it's so nice Mr. Sims and his sons are so close. It's too
bad Jimbo can't be here. Jerry said if he'd known in advance, he would have
made arrangements for him to fly over. They're just like you and your dad,
doing things together. I'm sorry Lori's at her parents. I hope her dad's
getting better.  I cancelled his appointments for today except for one in
the afternoon that I can take care of. It'll give me a chance to catch up
on some things. I wish your dad was off duty. I know he'd like to see Matt,
and maybe you guys could have done something together. She gave me a peck
on the check and was out the door. I straightened up and put the dishes in
the dishwasher like usual and went upstairs.
	After pulling the cover up over my cruddy sheets, I took a dump,
marveling at all the cum that came out. I had showered and douched last
night, but not a real cleaner-outer. I got in the shower and gave myself a
good cleaning, inside and out, really getting my insides clean. I knew I
was gonna get filled back up today. I decided to wear just a tee-shirt,
shorts and flip-flops, no underwear. Might as well go commando, I knew I
would end up being naked most of the day. I had just gotten into my shorts
when the doorbell rang.
      I went down and opened the front. There on the porch was Matt in a
pair of drab green shorts and a Marine tee. On his big feet were flip-flops
just like mine.  His big cock was hard and running up toward his left
hip. His hairy balls were hanging out the right leg of his shorts. I
stepped aside as he walked in and closed the door.
      "On your knees, slut! I've had wood ever since I woke up this
morning.  I need to fuck that tight throat of yours right now!" he demanded
as he pulled the waistband of his shorts down below his ball-bag.
      "Sir! Yes Sir!" I shouted, imitating Marines I had seen on TV and in
the movies, as I dropped to my knees.
      He took a step forward and shouted, "Open! Now, slut!" as he rammed
his hardon into my mouth, hitting the back and forcing the big head into my
throat. I reached up, pulled his shorts down to fall around his ankles, and
grabbed onto his hard, hairy thighs as I pulled him deep into me. I buried
my face in his dark-haired hard belly and ran my hands up under his shirt,
rubbing them in the coarse hair that ran up to his chest. "You like that
man hair? You like to play with my hairy belly and chest," he said grinning
down at me as he pumped in and out of my pussy mouth. My hands cupped over
his hard chest mounds, found the rubbery nubs and rubbed them with my
thumbs as he pounded into me harder and harder. He grabbed my head and
pulled my face hard up against his belly as his hips pistoned his thick
rammer deep in my throat. "Yeah! Yeah! Take that Marine cock! Take my scum!
Swallow it, you little slut," he shouted as he blasted his morning load
down into my belly. Finished, he pushed me away and I fell on the floor.
      "Get up, slut. We're gonna spend the day at my house. Dad's waiting
there with a hard cock and a big load he's built up overnight for you to
drain, and then we're gonna fuck your brains out all day. Dad has already
talked to your mom, told her since Jimbo isn't here I wanted to spend the
day with you like you were my little brother.  Go on, call her."
      I called Mom and told her what Matt said. "That's right, Steve. I
thought it was nice of Matt. I talked with your dad and he said it sounded
like a good experience for you. We know you don't know Matt like Jimbo
since he's so much older, but your dad says it'll be good for you to be
around a "tough Marine" as he put it. It's all right with you, isn't it?
You didn't have anything special to do today, did you?"
      "No, Mom. I didn't have any plans. And it'll be fun to spend the day
with Mr. Sims and Matt. You know I always like being with Mr. Sims and
Dad. It'll be nice getting to know Matt better. I just wish Dad could be
with us."
      "I know, baby, but you know how it is."
      "I guess I'll see you this afternoon when you get home."
      "Yes. See you then, sweetie, and remember , stay . . ."
      "I know, I know, stay out of trouble! See you later, Mom. Bye."
      "Okay, slut. Let's go," said Matt, who had pulled his shorts up and
tucked his still half hard cock in them as best he could.
      As they were driving toward the Sims house, Steve leaned over to
where he could see a couple of inches of Matt's cock sticking out of the
right leg of his shorts.
      "Get down there and slobber on that Marine cock, you little slut. If
you get it hard, I'll feed you another load when we get in the garage."
       Steve bent down, his mouth open and drooling spit. He slobbered down
on the soft mass protruding out of the Marine-green shorts, his wide-open
lips pressed down on the hairy thigh, his tongue licking and his mouth like
a suction cup engulfing the blunt mushroom head and as much of the thick
shaft as it could contain. He felt the mass begin to swell. It began to
push into his oral cavity fighting to move into and fill the hot wet cavern
containing it. Steve shifted his head slightly so he could take more in. He
moved his clasping lips so they were wrapped around the thickening shaft,
and he worked them down as it grew inside his mouth, stretching, reaching
for the entrance to his throat.
       Matt reached down and pulled the loose leg of the shorts up his
thigh and stretched it around and under his balls causing them to spill out
and cushion onto Steve's lower lip and chin. He grabbed Steve by the hair
and pulled him off the now-hard cock and pushed down. "Get on those balls
slobber on that hairy sack for a while. I'm not ready to cum again, not
yet. Suck those hairy nuts, slurp on `em. Get them wet with your
tongue. Chew on that thick hair, suck on it. Pull it with your teeth, your
lips."
       As Steve followed the rough Marine's orders, he was vaguely aware of
hearing a thud as the daylight was cut off by the closing of the garage
door. Then lights came on and he heard, "What the fuck. Can't you bring the
little slut inside so your old man can shove his hard cock up his tight ass
or down his sweet throat?" He pulled out of Matt's crotch and saw Mr. Sims
standing beside the car, naked and aroused. Steve's eyes swept over the
tall hairy, muscular stud, so much like his dad. The two men were like twin
brothers, not identical but both with broad shoulders, thick muscled
chests, lean torsos and flat washboard bellies, the entire package covered
by a layer of hair descending into thick dark bushes surrounding long,
thick, veiny cocks. Mr. Sims' rod was standing out hard and proud as he
yanked the car door open and reached in to grab the waist of Steve's shorts
and pull them down and off. He tossed them onto the garage floor before he
bent down and pulled the firm round butt open and slide his fingers into
the crack before shoving a couple of them into the tight inviting hole.
       "Have you fucked him yet, son?" he asked as he rammed his big middle
fingers in.
       "Not yet, Pops. I made him go down on me at his house and fed him my
first load, but he wouldn't keep off my cock during the ride over. Pull him
out and let's get in the house where we can get to fucking his holes."
       Mr. Sims pulled the young stud, his best friend's son and like a
younger son to him, out of the car. Steve relaxed into the big man's arms
as he finished stripping him by pulling off his shirt and dropping it to
the floor. As he pulled the smooth body up against his hairy one, he ran
his hands down the tight muscled chest and hard, ridged belly, into the
crotch where he grabbed handfuls of the hard, rigid boy-cock and almost
hairless scrotum. "The kid's hard as a rock. How long you been like this,
Steve?"
       "I'm not sure, sir. I guess I got hard when I was sucking Matt and
have been hard ever since."
       "Yeah, well you're gonna get way harder after we start fucking those
tight holes of yours. You know the rule, no cuming without permission."
       "Yes, sir. I'll try, sir," Steve said as the two naked men, father
and son, lead him into the house.
       "Take him to the workout room, Matt, while I make a telephone call."
       Matt led Steve through the house to the basement where Mr. Sims and
his sons had a complete exercise setup. It was just like the one Captain
Andrews had just set up at their house, with all the necessary equipment
and mats covering the floor.
       Leading Steve over to the weight bench, Matt pushed him down and
back. "I'm gonna eat me some of this sweet pussy before it gets stretched,
swollen and worn out by what we're gonna do to it today. Did you clean out
good this morning, bitch."
       "Sir, Yes sir, I douched real good. I knew you and your dad were
gonna be filling me up good and I wanted to be completely empty so I would
only have your cum in me."
       "Well, I don't know about that. I think our dads have something up
their sleeves," Matt said half to himself as he got down on his knees and
spread Steve's legs open, pressing his face toward the spread-out ass with
the fully-recovered tight pink pussy gleaming in the middle with its light
ring of curly hairs. "Yum, Yum. Steve you've got the prettiest little pussy
I've ever seen. All the guys I've chowed down on, except the first kid my
buddies and I had, have been older. He was my only boy when I first started
fucking and eatin' out his smooth ass in junior high before I turned him
out in high school to be the team whore and branched out with a couple of
older teammates, seniors and juniors who couldn't get enough of my big
sophomore cock. Then my frat brothers in college and the young recruits in
the service I get to train now, all with beefier, hairier butts. Don't get
me wrong, I love a hairy ass and thighs, but the feel of your smooth
ass-furrow surrounding my face as I dig in, the light halo of soft hair
surrounding your sweet hole, tickling my lips and tongue as I kiss and lick
and fuck into it. I loved it last June when Jimbo first got us together,
and it's still the sweetest ass on the planet even after your dad has
beefed up your glutes some and you've grown a little move hair down here."
	"Well, are you gonna spend the day rhapsodizing over it or are you
gonna eat that pussy you're staring down at," came the loud, chuckling
voice of Mr. Sims, who was standing just inside the room fondling his
thick, juicy dangle of flesh and hairy balls. "If you're not gonna eat it,
get out of the way so your old man can get some of that sweet stuff."
	"Shit on that, Pops. This pretty ass is my first course. You can
wait for seconds, or you can dangle that big dick into his mouth and get
your first suck job of the day. I've already tuned it up for you. I know
he's hungry for cock, aren't you, Steve?" he said to the supine boy.
	"Oh yeah. Let me suck your cock, Mr. Sims," he said in a pleading
voice. "I've already gotten a load from Matt. Let me have yours so they can
mix up in my belly."
	The older man walked over and straddled the bench, dropping his
gone-soft, but quickly hardening, cock into Steve's mouth. "Suck on that
daddy cock, boy. Get it hard so it can fuck down your throat good, the way
you like. Oh yeah! That's good! Swallow that big piece of meat down while
it's still soft enough for me to feel you doing it. Just like a tube of
steak, swallow it down until it chokes you. Don't worry. You won't need a
Heimlich, I'll pull out in time.
	Steve trusted his father's friend completely. He knew he was safe
with Mr. Sims and his tough Marine son. He felt the soft bulbous head
against the entrance to his throat and began swallowing. It felt good as he
worked it in deeper and deeper. He had learned to take a deep breath before
taking dick into his gullet and knew he could hold out for minutes as he
reveled in the thick sausage filling him up.
	While the father was soaking his cock in the massaging throat, the
son was sucking and slurping on Steve's tight pucker, loosening it up with
his big, flat, wet tongue. Just as Steve began to feel the need for more
air, he felt Matt's tongue turn into a hard, pointed miniature penis as it
began to force its way through the guardian sphincter and fuck into the
silky smooth heat of his rectum. "Ohhh!" He gurgled as the no-longer
invading cock was pulled out so he could breath. "Oh yes! Matt! Fuck my
hole with your tongue. Get in there and lick me out! Make me feel it on the
insides of my asshole," he moaned around the hardness that was still
filling his mouth.
	Mr. Sims made little jabs in and out of the hungry mouth, enjoying
the slurping caresses of Steve's soft tongue, as he watched his oldest
son's face buried in the smooth, round melons the boy's ass. He reached out
and took hold of Steve's ankles and pulled his legs back further, spreading
the ass wider, giving his son easier access to the moaning slut's fuckhole.
	"Eat that ass, son! Ream it out with your tongue! Get it ready for
your big Sims cock! Fill it with your tongue and spit, just like you're
gonna fill it with your hard cock and Marine spooge! Lemme know when you're
ready, we'll fuck him together!"
	After a short time, Matt rose up, his face glistening with spit and
ass-juices, and said, "I'm ready, Pops. My cock is hard and dripping. I
gotta fuck this hole. You ready?"
	"Yeah, son. I've been ready. Let me pull him up to my end so his
head's hanging down over the edge. I can really fuck him good that way. You
move up straddling the bench and I'll hold his legs so you can really ram
him. This is the way he really likes it when his dad and I double-team
him."
	The two big studs fucked like there wasn't going to be another
chance. They rammed in hard, going all the way in, Matt's pubic hair
scratching Steve's perineum and balls and his dad's bush rubbing into his
chin and his big, hairy balls smothering his nose and eyes. When they would
reach the full depths, they would pull out fast until just their big
mushroom-shaped glans remained in the two holes. They worked into a
pistoning rhythm that was giving Steve the kind of ride that he loved
getting from two studs.
	"Shit, Pops! I can see your big cock sliding down his throat!"
	"Yeah! Hot ain't it! Reach down and feel!"
	"Damn," the stud fucker exclaimed as he wrapped his big hand around
Steve's neck. "I can feel it pulling out and now pushing back down. You're
really fucking the little slut, aren't you."
	"Yeah! And he loves it! He really loves it when his dad and I rape
his throat. Sometimes we fuck him so much, he can't talk for a while
after. Once, it was so bad his mom noticed when she got home, and his dad
had to come up with some story to explain the problem. She wanted to call
the doctor, but he talked her out of it, and everything cleared up by
dinnertime. He likes getting his throat drilled by us one after the other
over and over again as much as he loves getting spit-roasted by his dad and
me."
	Finally, the two fuckers couldn't hold off any longer.
	"Ready, Son?"
	"Yeah, Pops. Let's hose him down," Matt said as he pulled his
ramrod out with a loud slurp."
	"Good idea," Mr. Sims replied, as he jerked his plugger out of the
gulping throat.
	The two hairy muscle-studs stroked on the big father-son cocks and
began spewing their loads all over the spread-out boy's body. Then the two
temporarily spent men moved around to stand beside the bench. Matt reached
down and ran one of his big hands over the cum-covered body and then rubbed
it all over Steve's face, covering it with a thick coat of fast-drying
slime. He held his hand palm down over Steve's mouth and ordered his to
clean the remainder off. After the boy had licked over he hand and sucked
on the big fingers, the stud Marine picked up a rag and finished wiping off
his hand. Then he ordered, "On your knees, cocksucker! Get down there and
clean off your men's cocks!"
	Father and son stood, their arms resting on one another's shoulders
like two jock buddies, while Steve was on his knees slobbering on their
drooping cocks. "Shit, Pops. This is way cool. How come we never did this
before?"
	"I guess we never had a slut to use together before."
	"Fuck, I had a couple of pussy-boys in high school I could of
shared with you if I'd known you were this cool." (See Chapter 26, Matt
Remimbers.)
	"Well, I haven't been this cool as you call it since John and I
were in high school and college, and then it was just with girls. John had
the socks knocked off him when he found out about Steve. But after he
thought it over, he decided first, he was his son and he loved him and
second, he might as well get in on a good thing. If his kid was a slut, he
might as well take advantage of it. And when I told him what I had learned
when I overheard your brother talking to you a few weeks ago, he was glad
for me to join in. We haven't had so much sex since before we got
married. Don't get me wrong, I get plenty from your mom and John gets
plenty from Marge, but it's married sex. It's nothing like what we're
getting from Steve here."
       While they were talking, Steve had finished cleaning the cum and
ass-throat slime off their cocks. He had kept sucking tough, moving back
and forth from one to the other, and both cocks had started to harden up.
       Mr. Sims pushed him off and said gruffly, but with a chuckle in his
voice, "Down Rover! Don't you ever get enough? Don't answer, I know what
you're gonna say! Let's go over to the bench and take a breather."
       The two men walked over to the padded seating against the wall and
Steve followed, sitting down at their feet. After a while Matt said, "Back
to what you were saying about how Steve loves getting used by both of you
guys, how he loves getting spit-roasted on your two hard cocks, I've been
wondering. Steve told me yesterday that he's never been double-fucked by
you two. How come?"
       "You mean both our cocks in his ass together? I can't answer you
about that. I guess we hadn't thought about it, or maybe John was afraid it
would hurt him. We double-fucked a couple of slag pussies when we were in
college and we fucked a few slutty girls in the ass and pussy at the same
time, but never thought of double-fucking an ass I guess."
       "Well, I can tell you, he has been double-fucked by Luis Mendoza,
one of Jimbo's buddies, and his big-cocked Mexican cousins, and Ted, the
fireman you met yesterday, and I double-fucked his ass while Harry fucked
his mouth after you left. He loved it. He loves having three big studs
using him at the same time. He told me when I asked him yesterday. So, I
figured I could teach you this afternoon, and maybe if somebody else should
drop by, we could give Steve here the full treatment," Matt said with a
grin as he looked his dad in the eye.
       Mr. Sims hesitated for a second as he caught his son's amused glance
before he said, "I think I can figure out how to double-fuck an ass. It
couldn't be much different from double-fucking a sloppy pussy. Except an
ass is tighter. Does it stretch enough to take two thick, hard cocks?"
       "Sure, Pops, an ass is tighter that a used pussy, but it can stretch
as much as it needs too, and the great thing about an ass is it goes back
tight no matter how much it's stretched or how many times."
       "Well, we can try it out later, but right now I'm ready to fuck some
pussy. Assume the position, slut." Steve jumped up with alacrity, spread
his legs and grabbed his ankles. "You gonna fuck his mouth while I ream out
his ass," Mr. Sims asked his son.
        "Always ready to bury my cock in a hungry mouth," Matt answered.
        The two fully reinvigorated men got up and took their places at
Steve's holes. Without ceremony, they rammed their thick prongs in him and
proceeded to fuck him like this was the first fuck of the day. Steve was in
paradise with two big cocks ramming in and out of his pussies. And the
thought that they were going to both going to fuck him in the same hole,
his stretched out ass, made him even hotter.
        It didn't take long for the two studs to be spewing their loads
where the belonged. Emptied for the time, they pulled out and Steve dropped
down and began cleaning them off like the well-trained cocksucker he had
become.
        Satisfied that all the cum and slime had been sucked off their
cocks, Matt turned around and bent forward slightly. "Get in there and give
me a good asslicking, slut. Steve reached up and pulled the hairy buns
apart, burying his face in the dark-haired furrow. "That's good. Get that
face buried in my crack. Feel that hair on your face. Get in deep. I wanna
feel your tongue slathering down all the hair with your spit and slurping
on my asshole. Get in and kiss that hole with your lips and make love to it
with your tongue. That's it! Show me how much you love servicing your man's
shithole. Stick it in. Taste those assjuices."
        Suddenly, he reached around and grabbed Steve by the hair, pulling
his face out of his crack. "Tell me how much you like making love the a
man's ass!" he demanded. "Tell me and my dad that you're a no-good,
ass-licking whore! That you love licking and kissing my hairy ass! That you
want to bury your face in his ass and make love to it too!
        "I do! I do love your ass, Matt! I do want to lick your dad's ass
and make love to his hairy hole!
        "Well, get back in and work on mine some more," Matt ordered,
pushing Steve's face back into his crack.
	  Mr. Sims ambled over the wide bench against the wall and sprawled
back on it, half sitting and half leaning on his side supported by his
right arm, as he watched his stud Marine son get his asshole licked and
chewed on by his best friend's son. As he fondled and stroked his thick
cock with his left hand, his mind went back to the day he had overheard his
younger son talking to his older brother about fucking Steve and then
jumped to the past week or so, when he and John had been exploring the
various ways to sexually use the horny teenager. (See Chapter 23 and 24.)
Now, his son was going to show him yet another way to use his friend's son.
	  As he watched Steve slobbering into Matt's ass, he realized he
was stroking a full-blown hardon. As his hand glided up and down on his
hard shaft, he began to feel the tingling in his balls, then the sperm
quickly moving up the urethra before it spewed in thick gobs out of meatus
of the glans and ran down the shaft onto his hand and into his bush of
thick curly hair.
	  Matt had been watching his father as he stroked, and as he saw
the load pour out of his cock and run down into his pubes, he reached back
again and pulled Steve out of his ass. "Look at your main man, slut! See
what you eatin' out my ass has done to him! Crawl over there and clean him
up!"
	  Steve crawled over and knelt beside the bench in front of
Mr. Sims' open crotch. He bent down and began licking the gobs of cum that
had dropped onto hairy ballbag. Mr. Sims pushed his hand into Steve's face
and he licked and sucked on the big fingers until they were clean, before
he moved his mouth to the man's pubic hair where he licked and sucked until
it was clean of cum. Then he took the softened cock into his mouth and
sucked it clean.
	  While Steve was busy cleaning the cum out of Mr. Sims' crotch and
off his cock, Matt had walked over to stand beside the bench in front of
his father, stroking his hard dick. "How'd you and Captain Andrews get
started, Pops? Were you ever jack-off buddies?"
	  After some hesitation, Mr. Sims replied, "Yeah. When we were
eleven or twelve we started getting hardons. We experimented together until
we figured out how to make `em feel really good. We sometimes jacked one
another. I was the first one to cum, but John was right behind me. After
that, we jacked regular until we discovered what we could do with girls,
then not so much. But we double-dated and were comfortable doin' stuff
together. The girls were so hot for us; we could talk them into
anything. There were even some who'd let us double-team them. From high
school, we continued into college until we both decided that the `nice
girls' we had known growing up were the ones we wanted to marry."
	  Matt, excited hearing his father open up like this continued
jacking his cock while he listened. "Uh, Did you guys ever do anything else
together? Did you ever suck one another's cocks?"
	  "Why do you ask something like that? Have you ever sucked a
buddy's cock?"
	  "Well,...uh,...yeah. Sam and Hank and I started out just like you
and Captain Andrews. After a while we figured we'd try something else. We
decided there as nothin' wrong with three straight jock buddies helping
each other out to feel good. We didn't do it regular and we didn't
swallow. We started dating, but the girls must not have put out as much as
in your day. When I latched on to Johnnie and we found out how great it was
to have a pussy-boy to take our loads and how great a tight ass felt, we
stopped. We didn't need to help one another out any more."
	  "Yeah, well I guess it was about the same with John and me. It
didn't last long because we moved onto girls pretty fast and there weren't
any pussy-boys for us to experiment with. At least, if there were, we
didn't know anything about them."
	  While this conversation was going on, Steve had finished cleaning
Mr. Sims' crotch and had managed to get him to position his legs so that
the slutty boy could bury his face in the older man's ass and begin eating
him out.
	  "So, Pops, you think you might like to taste a little of your
son's Marine cock? You do mine and I'll do yours! One alpha gettin' a
little taste of another alpha and visa versa?"
	  "Uh. I don't know, Son. I haven't had a cock in my mouth in over
forty years. I don't now if I wantta go back there."
	  "Come on, Pops! Just a taste! Just a little suck! Mano y mano!
Two alpha studs gettin' closer. Like a father-son bonding thing!"
	  Mr. Sims was in sensory overload! Steve was chowing down in his
ass, his tongue licking and slurping over and around his hole, pushing and
trying to get inside. His stud Marine son was standing before him stroking
his big, thick hardon. The memories of what he and John had done all those
years ago. The idea of what Matt was suggesting – a bonding ritual
between father and son. He suddenly thought of his younger son Jimbo off at
college and missing this closeness with his big brother and father.
	  "Yeah! Maybe! Bonding us together! But! What about your baby
brother? You ready for me to do the same with him? You ready to exchange
the same bond with your little brother next time we're all three together?"
	  "Shit yeah, Pops! My little jock brother! Three alpha studs,
father and two sons-brothers joined together in the closest bond three men
can enter into! You ready for that, Pops? You ready to take the first
step?"
	  "Okay, Son! You got it! Bring that big Sims cock here! Remember
though! No fucking! No cumming!"
	  "No sir Pops, sir! You may get a taste od pre. You can see how
it's leaking."
	  "What's a little pre between father and son," Mr. Sims said just
before he took his son's hard cock into his open mouth. As his dad's lips
closed around it, Matt pressed in slightly. Mr. Sims welcomed the first
three or so inches of his son's cock into his mouth, sucking slightly and
licking it with his tongue.
         When Matt realized he was as far in as was comfortable for his
father, he held back and just enjoyed the feel of his sire's wetness
surrounding him and the soft caresses of his tongue. "Oh god, Pops! That is
so incredible. Just a few minutes more and then I'm gonna do you just as
good," he moaned as the physical pleasure of his dad's sucking plus the
mental pleasure of knowing this was an act of bonding-loving between father
and son. But soon he knew it was time to pull out.
         "Gotta pull out, Pop's. I'm gettin' too close," he said as he
gently withdrew from his father's wet oral embrace. "Now, you just lie back
and relax. It's my turn now.
         Matt walked around between his dad's legs. Steve had been
displaced when Mr. Sims had changed position. "Come up here, Steve, and sit
beside me." Steve sat down beside the older man as Matt knelt between his
father's legs and bent down to take his hard cock in his mouth. "You heard
Matt and me talking. Do you understand what we were talking about and what
I just did and what Matt is doing right now?"
         "I think so, Mr. Sims."
         "I think it's time for you to start calling me Jerry when we're
alone together or with your dad. What do you think?"
         "I'll try, but you'll always, well at least for a long time, be
Mr. Sims just like my dad will always be Dad."
         "I understand. And if that's what's most comfortable for you,
that's okay with me. So you understand that Matt and I, just like your dad,
haven't had a cock in our mouths since we were little kids, younger that
you. We weren't cocksuckers then and we aren't now. I know you understand
you're a cocksucker and are happy with that and me and your dad and Matt
and Jimbo are happy for you because you are special to us. We love you. But
this is something special between Matt and me and Jimbo some time
later. It's making us closer, even closer than we were as father and son
and with Jimbo, brother and brother."
         "I'm pretty sure I understand. I do have a question."
         "Okay. Fire away."
         "Do you think my dad would do this with me? Do you think he would
want to be special with me like you and Matt and you and Jimbo and Matt are
going to be special?"
         "Steve, I can't answer that question. I know your dad loves you
and is proud of the way you have accepted how you are, but I can't answer
yes or no. He's my best friend, and I am going to tell him what Matt and I
did just now and what we're going to do with Jimbo next time we're together
and what it means. We'll have to wait and see."
         "Thank you Mr...uh, Jerry. We'll see."
         "Hey, Matt, you better get off that or you're going to get more
that you bargained for," Mr. Sims suddenly shouted.
         Matt pulled off. "Thanks, Pops." But he continued to stroke up and
down his dad's cock until it erupted with spurts of white man-cream.
         "You want to go down there and clean Matt's hand and me up,
Steve," he said gently, patting the cute butt as Steve moved quickly to
kneel between Mr. Sims' legs, licking the cum off Matt's hand before
bending down to clean up his dad's crotch.
         After Steve finished his clean-up job, the three sat and talked
some: Matt about the Marines. Mr. Sims about news of Jimbo, Steve some of
his adventures (slightly modified) until they started to get hungry.
         "Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can rustle up from the
frige or freezer," Mr. Sims said.
	 Mrs. Sims had laid in food for her husband for while she was gone
to her parents'. Fortunately, she had prepared for the small army she was
used to cooking for! Mr. Sims had taken a large lasagna from the freezer
the night before and it only had to be put in the microwave for a few
minutes. There were bags of salad in the fridge. Soon the naked men and boy
were sitting around the counter wolfing down lasagna, Caesar salad and
beer. Mr. Sims decided Steve could have one beer since he knew his dad
allowed it on occasion.
	 Steve hurried to clear up and fill the dishwasher while the two
men, who had each enjoyed several beers with their meal, stood by lazily
stroking their cocks and talking about things. When Steve finished, he
walked over in front of them and dropped to his knees. Pushing their hands
aside, he began sucking and slobbering on their cocks and hairy balls.
	 Matt looked down and grinned at his father. "Looks like the little
slut's still hungry. You wanna go back downstairs and feed him some more?"
	 Mr. Sims looked at his watch. "The highlights from last night's
game are on right now. We could watch for awhile and just let him suck
until we get bored."
	 "Sounds like a plan to me. While we watch and let Mom's great
lasagna settle, the little cocksucker can keep us on the edge until we're
ready to take him down and fuck him again."
	 The three naked studs went into the den and the men sat together
on the sofa. "On your knees, cocksucker," Matt ordered. "Get working on our
cocks. We want you keeping them hard, but we're not gonna cum. We're gonna
save that for your ass." Steve got back on his knees and started with
Mr. Sims. When his cock was rock hard, Steve moved the Matt's. Just
watching his studly dad getting serviced kept Matt at half-staff. He was
soon on full bone and Steve moved back to Mr. Sims. He kept moving from
cock to cock, sucking and keeping them hard while the father and son
watched the television and talked.
	 "So, what's this double-fucking, Son? You sure it won't harm
Steve. I'm not sure an asshole is supposed to stretch to take two cocks."
	 "I told you, Dad. He's been getting' double-fucked already and
Ted, Harry and I did him yesterday afternoon after you left. He loves it!
You love getting' used by three studs at the same time, don't you, slut."
	 "Oh yeah, Mr. Sims, uh, Jerry. Luis Mendoza and his cousins did it
to me first, and Matt and the others did me yesterday. I really like it
when I've got three studs using me at the same time. I just wish I had
another pussy in the front so another two guys could join in and do me."
	 Mr. Sims laughed and said, "Well, I don't think that's going to
happen. So, you want Matt and me to do you?"
	 "Oh yeah! And maybe you'll show Dad and you two can do me after
Matt leaves!"
	 "I'm pretty sure I'll be telling your dad, and we'll be
double-teaming your ass pussy just like we did girl pussies when we were in
high school and college."
        "I can't wait to have you and my dad in my ass at the same time."
        "Let's go down and you can show me how it works, Matt."
        They went down to the exercise room and Matt had his father lie
down on the bench, just like he had figured out to do back in junior high
when he and his best buddies were learning to double-fuck their younger
friend, Johnny. (See Chapter 26.)
        "Just relax, Dad, and hold your cock straight up. Okay, slut, climb
on and fuck yourself on my dad's big cock."
        Steve straddled Mr. Sims' hips and quickly impaled himself on the
hard, thick cock that was waiting for him. It was so good, the cock of his
dad's best friend, as good as getting fucked by his dad. Steve started
fucking up and down, moving his ass in little circles as he felt the big
cockhead rubbing against his prostate.
        "Cut that out, you little slut! You're not up there to pleasure
yourself or get my dad off. You're up there waiting to get fucked by my big
Marine cock. Two cocks fucking into your slutty pussy, that's what you want
isn't it?"
        "Oh yeah, Matt! Climb up and fuck me! Make me feel two Sims cocks
in my pussy!" Steve moaned as he leaned forward onto Mr. Sims.
        "Hold her down tight, Pops! Hold her still while I work my cock in
along with yours. It's a tight squeeze until I get in, then it'll relax and
let us fuck."
        "I can feel your cock trying to get in! Fuck! I can feel my son's
cock pressing against mine!"
        "Just wait, Pops! In a minute you're gonna feel me inside there
rubbing up along yours. Here it comes! I'm breaking through! Feel it? Feel
my cock sliding up inside his ass? Feel my cock sliding up on top of
yours?"
        "God, yes! I can feel my son's cock alongside mine! Our cocks
squeezed together in his tight fuckhole! I never imagined! Never thought my
son and I would be fucking the same hole together! Keep it there! Let me
get used to feeling it!"
        "It's gonna feel even better when we start to fuck. Our cocks
rubbing against each other as we fuck his tight pussy. Now, this is what we
need to do. Raise up a little, Steve. That'll give you room to fuck,
Pops. We need to get in sync. You pull down and out just a little. Then,
when you push back in, I'll pull out. Once we get the rhythm going, we can
pull out a little more and really fuck. It's just like when you and
Mr. Andrews double-teamed a sloppy cunt, except this one isn't sloppy. It's
tight and wet and hot. Ready?"
        "Yeah! Let's fuck, Son. I'm coming out."
        "I can feel you, Pops. I can feel your hard cock sliding out. Now
push in and I'll pull out. That's it. You got it, out and in. Let's fuck,
Pops."
        Steve had been softly moaning as the two fuckers got their
pace. Now as they began to forcefully fuck in and out of his stretched
hole, his cries grew louder, "Oh shit! Fuck me you big studs! Fuck my tight
ass with your big cocks! Yes! Ohhhh gooood! Oh god! I wish my dad was
here!" he moaned loudly.
        "Well, lucky for you, he is!" came the booming voice of Captain
Andrews.
        Steve craned around and saw his big hunky dad standing in the
doorway peeling off his shirt to reveal his hard, hairy chest and
belly. "Dad! What are you doing here? How are you here?"
        "Jerry and I thought it would be hot for us and our sons to have
some quality time together, so I took a few hours off for an important
meeting. What the fuck're you two doing to my little boy?"
        "Matt's teaching me to double-fuck. Remember how we used to
double-fuck those loose sloppy cunts? This is a hundred times better. This
cunt is tight, tight and wet and smooth. You'll have to wait your turn, but
get over here and plug the kid's mouth. Matt says he loves being used by
three men at once."
	 Captain Andrews finished shedding his clothes and walked over to
stand at Steve's head. "That right, slut? You like getting used by three at
once? You want your ole dad to fuck your face while Jerry and his stud son
fuck your ass with their two hard cocks?"
	 "Oh yes, Dad. Gimmme that big cock that's stickin' out in front of
you. Stick it in my mouth! Let me suck you, Daddy! I want to feel you
fucking me hard, just like Mr. Sims and Matt are doing!"
	Captain Andrews threw is leg across the bench and inched up toward
his son's turned up face. Steve opened his mouth wide and welcomed his
dad's thick cock into his oral cavity. His lips were wide open to the
invader allowing it unfettered entry. He felt the big bulbous glans
pressing into the entrance to his throat and relaxed his muscles as he felt
it force into the constricted space. When his face was buried in his dad's
curly pubes and pressed into the hair on his hard-muscled belly, he closed
his lips around the base of the thick shaft and started sucking and running
his tongue along it. At the same time he started attempting to swallow,
causing his throat to massage the leaking head and the part of the shaft
that was down in it. With all the practice he had gotten during the past
ten or eleven months, first with Tony and then with all the jocks and studs
he'd been servicing since Tony left to join the Marines, Steve's interior
muscles, those in his ass and throat, had developed the ability to milk a
cock just like a real whore could with her cunt. And, he could go without
breathing longer than the best swimmer on the swim team.
	 "Fuck! You're the best cocksucker I've ever had," his dad said as
he clamped his hands around Steve's head and held him tightly in place
until his son's struggles told him it was time to let his talented
whore-son come up for air. Releasing his hold and pulling out so just the
big mushroom head was resting on Steve's tongue, he looked down as his son
gasped for air and noticed his big, hairy ball-bag hanging down over his
friend's face. "You like looking up at that bull's bag hangin' over you,
buddy? You want a taste?"
	 "Fuck you, you damn prick! You been trying that line on me since
high school!"
	 "Yeah! And maybe someday you'll fall for it!" Captain Andrews said
with a chuckle.
	 "Fat chance of that, asshole!" Mr. Sims laughed. "Get back to
fuckin' your kid and leave us men alone while we fuck his ass."
	 "That's tellin' him, Pops!" Matt said.
       He was sort of surprised, but he was well-aware that among
testosterone laden studs there was always one challenging their
equally-masculine buddies to give in to their supposed desire to try
sucking cock. This was an entirely different game from the ritual he and
his father had engaged in before lunch. Matt had done the teasing-taunting
himself and, surprisingly, there had been the occasional straight frat
brother, or teammate, or fellow officer who ended up on the end of his
cock. It was usually a one-time happening, but a few had become Matt's
regular cumdumps.
        With a last joking "your loss" Captain Andrews went back to fucking
Steve's throat, while the other two men concentrated on the pleasure
Steve's asshole was giving them.
        It wasn't long before Steve's belly was being filled with his
daddy's cum. The pressure in his balls relieved, Captain Andrews' cock
began to soften, but he didn't pull it out. Steve continued to suck and
slurp on the retreating monster. Even soft, the head and part of the shaft
was still in his throat, but he could manage to get some air into his lungs
without the need for his dad to pull out.
        "Good boy. You really know how to take care of your old man's
cock. You like nursing on your dad's big soft cock, just like a calf on his
mother's teat," he said gently as his hands rubbed over Steve's head and
cupped them under his chin. "That's good. It feels good, baby, but daddy
needs to piss. I need to pull out and go empty my bladder."  Steve looked
up at is dad and shook his head from side to side. "I know you want to keep
sucking, but I really got to go, kid," his dad said, pulling away from the
sucking mouth. Steve reached up and grabbed his dad's hips, both for
support and to hold him in place. "Steve, baby, I got to piss. If you don't
let me go, I'll have to do it in your mouth, and you wouldn't like that!"
The captain was looking down at his son's face, his lips still tightly
clamped around the shaft of his cock and realized his son was moving his
head up and down and his eyes had a pleading look.
        "You mean you want me to piss in your mouth? You want your old man
to empty his bladder down your throat? You want to drink my piss?" As Steve
continued to nod his head, the captain said, "We're gonna talk about this
later, but, Here Goes!" as he relaxed his muscles and let the piss flow.
        He looked down at his handsome son's face and saw a look of
satisfaction as he felt his piss stream into his mouth. He could see
Steve's throat moving as he swallowed the constant flow. He reached for his
cock and took hold of it at the base and pulled back a couple of
inches. When Steve realized his dad wasn't pulling out, he raised his head
further and opened his mouth. Seeing piss stream into his kid's mouth and
foam around inside the pink cavity and around the white teeth began to give
him a hardon. He concentrated on staying soft as he continued to piss into
the urinal his son was making of his mouth.
        His bladder finally empty, the big man allowed his cock to regain
its full hardness. "Watchin' you drink Daddy's piss has got me hard again,
and I'm gonna fuck you again, you hot little slut. I'm gonna wash that piss
down with another big load of daddy-cum," he said as he held Steve's head
firmly and started to really give it a power-fuck. "Yeah! Take that big
cock, you little piss-drinking, cum-eating slut son! Take your daddy's
cock! Suck it while my best buddy and his stud Marine son fuck your
ass-pussy!"
        Mr. Sims was enjoying the new experience so much he'd gotten Matt
to slow down several times while they edged, holding off their orgasms
until they were ready to fuck again. But, as they listened to the big
fireman above them use his boy as a toilet and then go back to
power-fucking him, they went to work in earnest fucking his tight hole.
        "You ready, Pops?"
        "Whenever you are, Son!"
        "What about you, Captain?" Matt asked.
        "I'm about to blow!"
        "Well, let's fill him up," the Marine stud yelled.
        The three men shot their loads, filling Steve's ass and belly with
their hot man-cum. As his dad pulled out of his mouth and finished off by
coating his face, Steve yelled, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" as he shot
another load onto Mr. Sims' chest and belly.
        The four untangled themselves and stood up, catching their breaths
and grinning. "That was quite a ride," Mr. Sims said. "How about you,
Steve. Did you get enough cock. I'm pretty sure you enjoyed yourself," he
grinned and began toweling Steve's cum off his hairy body.
        "Oh, I did Mr. Sims, especially when Dad came in and started
fucking my mouth. Here, let me do that for you." He took the towel and
started wiping off the hairy man. He dropped the towel, saying, there's so
much in your hair I need to lick it out," as he leaned forward and started
licking and mouthing the man's hair-covered chest.
        "Get off you little cum-slut! John, can't you control your kid?
He's gonna get me hard again. Why don't we all take quick shower? John, do
you have time? You gotta try this double-ass-fucking, but it's gonna take
all of us a few minutes until we're hard enough."
        "Yeah. I got time."
        The four went into the next room where there was a big shower and
toilet. Steve went over and sat, emptying out the cum that had just been
pumped into him while the three men got in the shower and started soaping
up. When Steve joined them his dad asked, "so, when did you start drinking
piss?"
        "I've only done it once before. I was watching Jake Swenson, a
baseball player friend of Jim's, piss and he asked me if I wanted to taste
it. I'd cleaned old piss and cum and other stuff from under a few studs'
foreskins, so I thought I'd give it a try. It wasn't bad. I don't think I'd
do it with just anybody, but it was hot. When you said you needed to go, I
just thought, why not? You're my dad, why wouldn't I drink your piss?"
        "So, you liked drinking your dad's piss? What about Jerry? And
Matt? You think you'd like drinking theirs?"
        Steve looked at the three big, hairy studs standing around
him. "Yeah. I'd like to drink their piss. That'd be hot. They're special,
just like you, Dad."
        "You guys need to piss? I could go a little more."
        "Yeah," Mr. Sims said. "I could do it. It was hot, watching you
using him as a piss hole."
        "Yeah, I could water him down, but...Steve, has anybody ever pissed
on you? Has anybody given you a piss shower?"
        "No. Is that something guys do?"
        "Some guys do. Some guys like to be pissed on. It's called a golden
shower. I've been in a couple of places where I've seen guys lie down in a
tub and let anybody that wants piss on them all night. When I was in
college, we sometimes pissed on pledges in the showers during hell week,
and a few of them would come back for more. They were usually the ones who
turned out to be the fraternity cum-dumps once they were brothers. You
wantta try it. Is it all right with you, Captain?"
        "Sure, whatever Steve wants. You want to drink our piss and have us
give you a golden shower, baby?"
        "Okay."
        Matt turned off the shower. "Okay, slut, on your knees and open
your mouth. Keep it open and take whatever we put in it."
        Steve knelt down and the three men stood around him. Soon there
were three golden streams of hot yellow piss jetting out of their
cocks. Some were aimed at his mouth and some at his head, his face, his
chest, his crotch. He was quickly drenched all over. The feel of the hot
piss soaking his hair and running down his body was exciting. It felt sexy
to be drenched in the acrid piss of the three big, hairy men, especially
these three.
        He turned his head back and forth, trying to catch the piss of
Mr. Sims, of Matt, of his dad, in his mouth tasting the different flavors,
swishing the different piss around in his mouth. Matt's was lighter,
"sweeter" flavored than the older men's. Mr. Sims' was yeasty, malty. Steve
remembered he had had several dark beers with lunch. Matt had drunk a pale
golden brew. He'd already tasted his dad's. It was robust, slightly
tangy. But this time it was lighter more like Matt's. Maybe the first time
it was "aged," maybe having been "making" all morning. Now it was "newer,"
made from what he had drunk at lunch. Both of the older men had stronger
piss. Steve reveled in all of it and was disappointed when, one by one the
streams stopped.
        As soon as his dad's flow stopped, Steve pounced on his cock,
taking it in and sucking. He wanted to get him hard. He wanted to show him
that he was ready, ready to get fucked again. Steve wondered who would fuck
with his dad? Mr. Sims? Matt?
        "Phew, this place smells like a latrine," Matt said as he turned
the shower back on. "Get under here and get all that piss washed off," he
said as he pushed Steve under the water. "Bend over and get that asshole
washed good."
        "He sure is a take-charge kind of guy," Captain Andrews said. "I
could use him down at the firehouse."
        "I guess it's the Marine training. Although I remember he was
always pretty bossy. He used to order Jimbo around like he was his
servant," Mr. Sims said. "I don't think that would work today, though."
        The four, toweled off and relaxed, returned to the exercise
room. "Okay, Matt, you gonna teach this old dog a new trick?" Captain
Andrews said with a chuckle.
        "It's real simple, Captain, just stretch out on your back here on
the bench. Matt went through the same directions he had given when he was
explaining to his dad. When he was finished, he asked, "Okay, who's gonna
be the other fucker. You wanna do it again, Pops?"
        "No, you do it. You've got the push-pull stuff down pat. You been
doin' this regular?"
        "Yeah, well. Some of our recruits need extra attention. Me and my
sergeants have to give `em some special treatment."
        Soon he had me on top of Daddy, riding his big, thick
cock. Mr. Sims was at my head rubbing his hard cock drooling precum all
around my face and lips. Then Daddy pulled me down and I felt Matt begin to
press into me. It was easier than last time. I guess my hole was still
stretched. Then, he was in all the way and he and Daddy were fucking in and
out of my pussy while Mr. Sims was fucking my mouth.
	   After the three men and Steve came, Captain Andrews had to get
back to the firehouse. He gave Steve a big hug and said, I'll be looking
forward to doing this again with Jerry when I'm off duty next."
	  "Me too, Daddy."

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Here's a bonus: I wrote this in a flash of inspiration with the idea of
making it a part of Steve's day with Mr. Sims and Matt, but finally decided
it was too far-fetched and not in character with Mr. Sims or Steve's dad. I
will write in some more black men in future chapters as requested by one of
my loyal readers. I have used the n-word, but only from the mouths of black
men talking about themselves or their friends and relatives. I hope that
doesn't bother anyone.

       "...I'm getting sort of hungry. I thought we could go to Joe's for
an early lunch." Joe's was a barbeque joint on the edge of town that
Mr. Sims knew Matt liked. It was pretty laid back and they wouldn't have to
put on much in the way of clothes. It was owned by big Black man in his
early forties who had started helping his dad, who was also named Joe, when
he was a teenager. It was a really popular place with adults and
teenagers. By qoing early, they would miss the big lunch crowd.
       Mr. Sims slipped into a pair of khakis, a knit shirt and boat shoes
with no socks. Matt just put on a pair of Jockeys under his Marine shorts
and gave Steve a jockstrap and a nicer tee-shirt. They both kept on their
flip-flops, which they retrieved from the garage.
       Arriving at the dumpy building with a sign saying "Joe's Bar-be-Que
Shack" across the front, the three went in. Steve noticed there wasn't
anyone else in the place. He guessed Mr. Sims had been right, they'd gotten
ahead of the lunch crowd.
       "Hello, Mr. Sims," the good-looking black man boomed from behind the
counter. He was tall with a medium-dark skin. His face was handsome and he
wore a well-trimmed goatee on his chin. His shoulders were wide and the
white apron he wore emphasized his trim waistline. "Hello, Matt. I figured
you'd be comin' in for some of my meat."
       "How'd you know I was in town?" Matt asked
       "Ole Joe, he knows everything goin' on in this town," Joe said with
a big grin as he stared at Steve. "And who's this little stud-muffin?" he
asked as he leaned over the counter to give Steve the once over.
       "This is Steve Andrews, Captain Andrews' boy," Mr. Sims replied.
       "I thought that might be who he is. He's a friend of your other son,
Jimbo, ain't he?"
       "Yeah, he and Jimbo are friends."
       "What can I get for you?" The three placed their orders and Joe
yelled them to his teen-aged son who was helping in the back.
       As they made there way to a table, Steve said, "I need to use the
restroom."
       "It's down that hall all the way to the back. Careful, it's pretty
dark back there.
       Glancing at the black man behind the counter, Steve walked past down
the dimly-lit hall and went through the door marked "Gents." He went over
to the trough urinal and pushed down his shorts, pointing his soft dick
down and began to let out a stream of yellow piss. As he felt his bladder
empty itself, he heard the door open and close and thought he heard the
click of a lock. Before he could look around he was joined by the owner of
the "shack." Joe, after fumbling under it, pulled his apron aside revealing
a big, thick black cock. It was dark, darker that Joe's face and hands. The
plum-sized head was purple and covered partially by a thick foreskin netted
with thick veins. As the stream of dark yellow piss gushed out, he sighed
and said, "Ah, good! Always good to empty a full bladder. Almost as good as
emptying your balls. Ain't that right, kid?"
       Steve, who by then had finished peeing was transfixed as he stared
at the heavy stream of piss coming out of the big, thick black cock. He
hadn't watched another guy piss into a trough since he watched Jake Swenson
in the abandoned restroom in the park. That day, he had even drunk down the
last of the baseball stud's piss. (See Chapter 17.) He had drunk more of
Jim's friend's piss when they got together again, but he hadn't done that
with anyone else.
       The big Black turned slightly toward Steve and aimed the stream at
his hanging dick. Steve quickly stepped back as he felt his dick bathed
with the acrid liquid. "What's the matter, boy? I'd think a boy-slut like
you'd be used to getting' pissed on."
       "What do you mean?" Steve asked.
       "I told you I know everthin' goes on in this town. I know you been
whorein' yourself all `round the place all summer. Mr. Sims' other son,
Jimbo, him and his jock buddies been fuckin' you and you been goin' down to
the park looking for men. My cousin's boy, Daniel, fucked you with his
buddy Julio. (Also see Chapter 17.) He tells me you're a hot piece of ass.
       While Joe was revealing what he knew about Steve's activities he had
been pumping his huge cock as the boy stood staring at the thick python
that was streaming piss out of the gaping slit on its tip. After the flow
stopped, there were only a few drops hanging from the end as it hardened
and stood out from his big black hand. The drops of piss were soon replaced
by gobs of cock-snot seeping out and dripping on the floor.
       "I `spec you been fucking with Mr. Sims and that Marine stud, Matt,
today, ain't you? They been fucking this pretty white ass?" he asked as he
reached over and pushed Steve's shorts down. As they fell to the concrete
floor he gave the firm round melons framed by the white straps of the jock
a couple of squeezes and then a sharp slap. "Mr. Sims and your daddy are
best friends. Your daddy fucking you, too? I bet he is. He's bound to have
heard somethin' the way you been sharin' it `round."
       Steve continued to stare speechless at the ever-growing thick black
cock as his own dick hardened and stood above the jockstrap that he had
pushed down under his balls when he first started pissing. It wasn't the
biggest cock he had ever seen, but it was the first black cock. As Joe
stroked his hand up and down the thick shaft, the foreskin moved up to
completely cover the purple glans. As it pulled back, it spread the
cock-slime it had gathered from the big, gaping meatus at the end over the
big head and down the exposed shaft.
       "You want to taste this juicy cock, white-boy? You want your pretty
pink lips wrapped around this big nigger cock? It's here waiting for you to
take in your hot whore mouth. Don't worry about Mr. Sims. He knows what's
goin' on. I gave him the high sign when I headed back here. He's okay with
it. We talked this morning. He thinks it's time you got your first taste of
nigger dick. I spec' your daddy's okay with it, too.
       "They know I like white boys. Mr. Sims got me out of a little
trouble a few years back and your daddy helped me.
       "Now get down and suck my cock. It's gonna happen. The longer you
take, the longer we be back here," he said as he pushed Steve down on his
knees. "I know you want it. I wouldn't be back here if I hadn't seen that
look in your eyes when you came in and saw me and the way you stared at me
when you came back here. I know what a white boy looks like when he wants
to find out what I got hangin' between my legs. Open up and chow down. I
need to cum real bad an' I gotta get back to the front before it gets
busy."
       Steve did as the black man ordered. He opened his mouth wide and
took the thick bulb in, locking his lips around the ridge of the
corona. "Yeah, that's good. You got a hot mouth, boy. Lick on that big
knob. Slurp on it with that soft white-boy tongue. Get it real slick so it
can slide easy back and down your tight throat."
	Steve sucked and washed up all the slick pre-cum as it flowed into
his mouth. He slowly pressed forward, feeling the thick glans ease back
into the ever-tightening confines of his mouth, and the slick monster hit
the entrance and then penetrated his tight throat. "Good boy! Them white
boys done trained you good. You one high class little whore! I'm gonna fuck
you and empty my big balls down into your belly. You eatin' my meat good
an' I'm gonna make you hungry for more, an' next time ole Joe gonna fuck
that pretty white ass. I'm gonna open you up with my nigger meat and seed
you with my black babies."
	As he said this, the big black man rammed his cock down Steve's
gullet and released a flood of cum into his belly just as he had
promised. Having been satisfied by "the little white whore," Joe pushed him
away and shoved his softening cock back under his apron. He turned away and
went out the door.
	Steve put himself together, rinsed his mouth out and went back to
join Mr. Sims and Matt at their table to eat his beef. There were some
customers, but the place still wasn't really crowded yet.
	"So," Mr. Sims said softly as he stared across the table at Steve,
"What'd you think of your first black cock? Your dad and I thought you
needed to try something new, and we knew you'd like Joe. I had occasion to
see what he's got when he was arrested a while back, and I had to get him
out of jail. He'd put up a fight and the officers pretty much ended up
ripping off his clothes before I got there to protect his rights. They
weren't bad guys, just got a little carried away."
	"Thanks! I liked it. It was different, and Joe has a really hot
cock. I'd like to get fucked with it."
	"Hmm! Maybe something could be arranged. Hey, Joe!"
	"Yeah, Mr. Sims," Joe said coming over to the table.
	"Is your son Jake helping out in the back?"
	"Yeah, he's helping Sam. You need him?" he asked glancing down at
Steve.
	"Steve was hoping for something else, and I thought if you could
spare Jake for ten or fifteen minutes they might have a go in the
back. I've heard from Jimbo he takes after his daddy. They played ball
together last year.
	A big grin broke across the handsome black man's face. "Yeah, my
boy's a chip off the ole block, and he really knows how to fuck. You want
me to send him back?"
       "Steve? You need to visit the restroom again?"
       "Oh yeah, Mr. Sims, I've seen Jake around school with Jimbo and some
of the ball players.
       Their table was over in a corner near the windows, and the
conversation had been in quiet voices. Joe leaned close to Steve and said,
"Get back to the john, drop your shorts and bend over the washbasin. I'll
send Jake right back,"
       Steve got up with alacrity and head down the hall. Joe followed
behind `til he reached the door into the back room. Steve heard him say,
"Jake go check on the john, there's a problem back there."
       Steve went into the men's room and bent over and spread his legs as
he pushed down his shorts. He heard the door open and an exclamation, "What
the fuck! What you doin' in here white boy with your ass bare and spread!"
       "Hurry up, Jake. Your dad sent you back here to fuck this white
ass. You want it? It's yours for the taking! I've already sucked your dad's
big cock and he says yours is just as big."
       "Is that Steve Andrews? You been whoring your ass out to Jimbo and
his white and Mexican friends all summer and now you over here offering it
to this nigger. My cousin Daniel says you got a real tight pussy. He says
he and his buddy Julio drilled you real hard after they picked you up at
the swimming pool." During this Steve heard the door lock click and the
unmistakable sounds of pants being opened and pulled down. "Turn around,
bitch, and look at this big nigger dick you want in your pussy. Steve did
as he was commanded. There in front of him was the big football player he'd
seen around the school with Jimbo and the other jocks, who he'd watched
make touchdowns that brought victories to the team. He had on a tight white
tee-shirt that hugged his torso accentuating his hard muscular body. The
flat plates of his pecs stood out with the pointed nipples in their centers
showing clearly under the knit fabric. Below Jake's massive chest the bumpy
road of his washboard abs was clearly delineated. The pants Steve had heard
opening were flared open in a vee.  The bottom of the tee stopped just
below the big jock's navel. Below, in contrast to the stark white, was the
dark flat belly, its base covered by a thick mass of curly pubes. Jake was
darker than his dad.
	  As Jake, with difficulty, pushed his pants down, more and more of
his thick dark cock came into view. Finally, as the jeans slid to the black
teenager's knees the thick black snake with its meaty mushroom-shaped head
popped up and slapped against Jake's belly.
	  "You sure you want this big cock fuckin' that tight white ass?
Daniel's big, big I got his beat by two inches both ways. If you want it,
you better get down and get it wetted up with your spit. That's the only
lube in here and even if you have cum already up your slutty ass, your
gonna need somethin' to get it through the back door."
	  Steve dropped to his knees and took as much of the black monster
as he could and slobbered all over it, hawking up as much throat slime as
he could. Then he stood up and bent over the washbasin. "Give it to me!
Fuck me with that big cock! Your cousin Daniel really fucked me good. I've
been wantin' to get with him again, but you are bigger. I can see, and I
want to feel you in my pussy. Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me good with that big
cock!"
	  When Steve returned to the table, he had a big grin on his
face. Matt and his dad could tell he'd gotten a good fuck back in the dark
john. They ate their food and left. As they were leaving Steve told Joe he
hoped to see him again and asked him to tell Jake he would seen him when
school started.