Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 20:28:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shawn Craig <shawncraig2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gifted

Quinn was the classic middle child-younger brother to an overachieving
older brother and sister, older brother to three adorable sisters-very
often he gets sort of lost in the shuffle. His older brother, Kurt, was a
track superstar in high school and college and so Quinn followed suit. He
was good but rarely won races or trophies. Kurt is extroverted and popular,
Quinn is painfully shy. Quinn is very attractive but is just a tiny bit
less stunning than his older brother. In most families Quinn would be a
standout but next to Kurt he has always been second best.

After the last track meet Coach Shane asked me to come into his office.
"Mr. Donahue I'll be honest with you, Quinn's not going to get any track
scholarships to college and I doubt he'll get any based on either academics
or need."

"I know, we're looking at junior college."

"Maybe you don't have to, there may be a way to earn the money."

"No summer job is going to be enough to pay tuition and all."

"Mr. Donahue, Chad, we know each other pretty well, right?"

"Yes." (Coach Shane has coached both of my boys and I've traveled along as
chaperone on many of the road trips).

"I feel really weird saying this but I'm real serious about the
suggestion. Quinn has a gift that makes him very unique and very
marketable."

"What?"

"Your son has the biggest penis I've ever seen on a boy his age. It's not
just long but it's also obscenely thick and has an enormous knob on it. I
noticed it when he was a freshman and have watched it just keep growing
since then. My guess is that there aren't five thousand men on the planet
who are as well-endowed as him, and he's still growing. Furthermore he's
got no problem getting it hard which is unusual for someone as big as him."

"How do you know all of this? Have you...?"

"I've never touched him, but he gets hard all the time in the shower room
and it embarrasses him a lot because it is so noticeable."

"Why would he get aroused in the locker room?"

"It happens all the time, boys are loaded with hormones-nudity brings those
hormones to the fore."

"What are you recommending that my son do?"

"Go into porn."

"Coach I'm a deacon down at church, I can't have him..."

"Quinn has been given one of the phenomenal penises ever-why would God
grant a gift like that to be enjoyed by only one person? You know what they
are doing now with porn stars-they're taking molds of their hard cocks and
making latex copies so that guys and girls all over the world can pleasure
themselves with it. Imagine all of the happiness Quinn can provide as
people stick a dildo in the shape of his meat up their ass while they look
at his magazine or watch his movie. Meanwhile he earns a lot of money to
pay for college."

"Coach I do not want my son's self-concept to be based his penis."

"I know, you want his self-concept based on acceptance-knowing that he is
valued by others. With Quinn being so shy most people don't notice how
sweet he is. That beautiful penis is the billboard that will get people to
notice him and then all his other assets. Teenagers, especially one's as
shy as Quinn, need to capitalize on every quality they can. I think God
knew that Quinn would be so shy and deliberately gave him that
awe-inspiring dick to get him out of his shell."

"But it's a sin to do..."

"I'm not talking a lifetime career here. Didn't Kurt fuck his girlfriend
before they got married?"

"Yes, but..."

"Let Quinn sow his wild oats for five years, make a lot of money, develop a
lot more confidence, and then in his mid to late 20s settle down to the
kind of life you expected of him. You know that boys his age are going to
fuck, have Quinn's fucking get him a college degree."

I told Coach Shane I'd have to think about it.

"Quinn have you taken out the trash?"

"Oh dad, I'm on the phone."

"Get off the phone and take out the trash, now!" Out by the trash I
conveniently planted a hardcore straight fuck magazine and a hardcore gay
one as well as two bi-sexual porn videos. Quinn took an unusually long time
taking out the garbage and was very secretive when he came in. After he
came back from his room I casually mentioned to my wife that our
neighborhood had slipped some. "Just today I found some really nasty
pornography lying in the gutter. I threw them away but it bothers me that
someone in this neighborhood would have something like that and drop them."

Quinn excused himself for bed earlier than normal. After he'd gone to his
room I told my wife that I was off for awhile to jog. I put on my shorts
and tank top and ran out the door. A half a block away I doubled back to
the house and slipped down the side of the house. I peeping Tom'd into
Quinn's room and saw that he'd pulled his dresser in front of the door (the
only rooms in our house with locks are the bathrooms) so no one could come
in. Quinn was as naked as the day he was born and was intently studying the
straight porn magazine. Intellectually I've always known that Quinn is
beautiful but I finally realized, for the first time, that he is also
fabulously sexy. His very short buzz cut and very light, peach fuzz only,
facial hair make him look like a little boy. God how I loved that little
boy. From the moment he left the room Kurt was always trying to get away,
to be his own boy. When he was a toddler Kurt would wander away to explore
every chance he got, but not Quinn. Quinn wanted to be held every minute of
the day. After dinner I'd sit down to read and he'd curl up in my lap and
cuddle against me for hours. Once when he was a baby I was holding him down
at the pool while my wife taught the older two how to swim. Quinn started
to suck on my nipple. I expected him to quit when no milk came out but he
kept at it. I moved his body a little so if people saw us it would just
look like a father holding his son. It sounds sick to say but I actually
came right there in my swimsuit due to the feel of his mouth grabbing my
tit. The truth is that there were four or five times total that I allowed
Quinn to suckle me.

My little boy had developed a man's body. As a runner his legs and butt
were the most defined but Coach Shane had really pushed him hard on free
weights this year and Quinn had pecs, abs, and bi-ceps. Of course the crown
jewel of the package though was the enormous dick he was using two hands to
pump. The sight of Quinn pleasuring himself went straight to my groin. I
pulled my own weapon out from the bottom of my shorts and started rubbing
it. I thought about what Coach Shane said, that Quinn's meat would make
people all over the country happy as they stared at it in magazines. Right
now it was giving me pleasure seeing him work it. I remember one weekend in
college I got invited by this girl I'd met through work to a three-day
orgy. All the booze, food, and sex I wanted for the full holiday
weekend. Well I wasn't that kind of boy but she was persuasive. On Friday
night I drove out to the address in the country she gave me. Just before I
rang the bell I decided that at least once I deserved to learn how the
other half live. I agreed with myself to completely shut off my conscience
until Monday night. I'd stay the whole time, I'd fuck as much as possible,
and come Tuesday I'd return to being me-no harm, no foul. I checked my
clothes in the minute I walked I and didn't see them again until Tuesday at
3:45 AM. I fucked, I got fucked, I had guys, girls, guys dressed like
girls, three-somes, four-somes, once with twelve people. I have never
repeated anything like that but I've gone over it in my mind a million
times since. I loved that weekend and often wondered if I jumped into
monogamy too soon. Quinn is levelheaded enough to come back to his senses
about a "normal" life eventually, but maybe six or seven years of well-paid
pleasure would be good for him.

I went back to Coach Shane's office the next day. "I want Quinn to make his
own choices-I want him to have options. But I know Quinn, he's so shy. He's
not going to do something like this..."

"Not unless we give him a little push. Is there ever a time when you and
Quinn are alone in the house for a long time?"

"No."

"Could you arrange for there to be."

"Uh, well my wife and the girls have been talking about spending the
weekend up in Richmond-go to the amusement park and spend time with her
sister. This weekend might work."

"Would Quinn go with them?"

"Quinn has to work Saturday."

"Perfect."

My wife and the girls left first thing Saturday. Quinn was supposed to get
off work at four P.M. Coach Shane came by a little after 3:30. "The best
way of teaching is by modeling something. If I want the boys to run or jump
differently I have to show them how. Quinn trusts both of us and if he sees
us fucking I think he'll catch on to it."

"Coach I'm a married man."

"So am I. If you fuck me is it going to change how much you love your
wife?"

"No."

"Well that's what really matters isn't it?"

"Yes, I guess."

Coach Shane is younger than me, probably 35. When he pulled off his shirt I
knew I had no problem with playing with him. I did still love my wife more
than anything and playing with the coach's chiseled body was just fun,
nothing serious. He stripped naked and then he stripped me to nothing.

"I see where the boy's get their great bodies and big cocks."

"I'm not as big as Quinn, I think I'm a little bigger than Kurt."

"You are. I've seen Kurt hard. He's big but he's smaller than you in both
length and width. I've wanted so bad to suck both of your boys, now I get
to suck the root that brought them both into existence." Coach Shane got
down on his knees and swallowed me whole. Not since college have I been
deep-throated and it felt wonderful. The butch stud worshipped my meat with
his lips, up and down he slid, his tongue flicking over my piss slit each
time he got to the top. He pulled me onto the bed and had me climb on top
of him. We were in perfect 69 position. And his mouth was going up my meat
again like the stripes on a barber pole. I put my lips around the
circumcised knob of Coach Shane's pole. Once flesh hit flesh it was like a
fish to water, I instinctively knew what I wanted. There probably is no
logical reason why the feel of Coach Shane's dickskin against my tongue and
lips should be so exciting but it was. I know that the pussy is a sex organ
just like the cock but somehow working a man's rod felt much more sexual,
more electric than any of the times I've licked my wife's cunt. I couldn't
get all the way down his pole but I made a concerted effort. Over and over
again I felt knob of his erection trying to push past my tonsils and into
my throat. For fifteen minutes I left my saliva all over his prick and he
left his on mine.

"You're hung like a bull yourself," I commented between trips down his
shaft.

"That's why I know just how marketable Quinn can be."

"You've done porn?"

"Sort of. In college I had a job doing nude modeling for some of the art
classes. One day one of the students convinced me to pose for him. He was a
photographer and five months later I had pictures in three gay skin
magazines. I was offered a chance to do films but I passed on it. I did do
one jack off flick though. Some day when my wife's not at home I'll have
you over and show it to you."

"I'd like that."

Coach Shane lay on the bed and stuck his tongue deep in my asshole. I
reached down and stroked his hard pecs. The man could rent his body out as
a medical school model for the muscle system; he was cut so cleanly and
distinctively. I grabbed his tits and pulled which caused to move even
deeper and more hyperactively in my ass. I stretched my fingers across his
rippled abs and inched down them to his crotch. When I grabbed his pole and
started masturbate it he moved out of my ass, slid me back a little, and
wrapped his mouth around my balls. "Nice fucking stallion nuts. How many
kids have you got."

"Six."

"Virile fucker aren't you. I can't wait to taste that potent screwjuice."
When the clock chimed four he stopped sucking on my balls. "How long does
it take for Quinn to get home from work."

"Five minutes."

"I want to be fucking you when he comes in."

"Bad idea. I haven't been fucked since college."

"Oh really, I suspected your ass to be virgin."

"It just as well be. I had one big weekend when I got fucked a bunch of
times and then one roommate and I used to get kind of frisky but that's
where my getting fucked ended."

"Look, would you rather have me open you up again or that monster that
Quinn is packing."

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything with Quinn."

"There's no better way to break down his inhibitions that to do it with his
old man."

"No. Not incest."

"Incest is only a problem if there's concerns about pregnancy. Your
family's sperm may be potent but I don't think Quinn's gonna be able to
knock you up." I got on my knees while the Coach put on a rubber. The feel
of his thick knob against my butthole scared me to death. The sound of
Quinn's bicycle riding up to the house made things even worse. "Sorry stud,
I gotta do this," Coach whispered. He didn't jam it in but in one
continuous push my butt swallowed eight inches of man cock."

"Oh man that hurts," I said as my entire asshole throbbed with pain.

"Make it look and sound good," he replied as he started pumping my hole the
second we heard the back door open. Rather than being able to cry out in
pain I had to start moaning in ecstasy. "Take that big fucking rod, " Coach
Shane growled.

"Oh yeah, drill me," I answered as I started getting used to the invasion.
I heard Quinn's footsteps head towards my room.

"C'mon fucker, you love that prick don't you," he said loudly as he slapped
my ass. I heard Quinn grab the doorknob. I tensed up just when the Coach
jammed it hard into me. Involuntarily I yelled, "owww." Right then Quinn
walked in.

"Dad, Coach. I don't believe this," Quinn ran out of the room. Coach Shane
pulled out of me and we both ran after him. He went into his bedroom, we
both followed. "Dad he was fucking you."

"Quinn you're old enough to understand that men have needs. I love your mom
but sometimes I want more sexually than she's willing to give."

"But what you're doing is wrong."

"Is it? As I remember it was you who came to Kurt's defense when he told us
that he'd got Beth pregnant. You said that being as he hadn't hurt anybody
you didn't see that it was anybody's business but there's as to what they
did. Who am I hurting by having a good time with Coach Shane?"

"Mom."

"How does it hurt your mom that I'm getting some needs satisfied that she's
unable to fulfill. Am I any less of a father or husband because Coach Shane
was fucking me?"

"But..."

"When your mom and I fuck it's because we love each other, when Coach and I
do it's because we're looking for fun-it's not the same thing at all."

"All my life you told me to keep it zipped up in my pants, now all of a
sudden..."

"Quinn you weren't old enough or mature enough when you were younger to
understand all about sex, now you are. Of course things change as you get
older. Your responsible enough to handle sex properly just like Kurt was
when he got Beth pregnant."

"So you don't mind if I go out and do it?"

"If you are smart about it, of course not."

"Dad are you gay?"

"I don't know. I don't really like labels." I sat next to him on the bed
and put my arm on his shoulder. "I recognize beauty in both men and women,
don't you."

"You know those magazines and tapes you threw away, I found them. I liked
the magazine where the guys were doing it together the best."

"Maybe it's time you found out through experience if you like guys," Coach
Shane suggested. We went back to my room. As we walked down the hall Coach
Shane whispered, "nicely done. I thought I might have to bail you out but I
couldn't have handled that better myself."

"I hope we're doing the right thing."

"We are." By the time we got Quinn naked I also knew that we were
definitely doing the right thing. Coach Shane and I crawled between his
huge thighs and worshipped at the shrine of his erection. I spent most of
my time licking his prick while Coach Shane slobbered all over Quinn's
nuts. When the coach tried to deep-throat Quinn's entire pole he couldn't
and gagged. I sort of laughed a little and he grinned. "I'll get it all,
believe me." While he continued to work his way further and further down
Quinn's erection I sucked my boy's tits (my turn to get back what he'd done
with me as a baby. As I clamped on to his right nipple I understood the
attraction-there was a lot of emotional nourishment that came from tit
sucking that had nothing to do with getting milk. I rubbed my son's
athletic, flawless torso while I kept suckling his nipple. His arms were so
big and I could feel the contour of the muscle and veins as I explored
him. I then pinched his stomach to see if there was any fat-all I could
pinch was skin-the boy was as hard as granite.

Coach Shane slapped me to get my attention-he had all of Quinn's meat in
his throat. I looked up at Quinn's face and he was in heaven. I was so glad
to see him finally emerging from his shell. "Allright fucker," Shane
laughed when he finally pulled off his prize. "Now it's your turn to make
this monster disappear."

"Not in a million years could I swallow all of that."

"You have more holes than you mouth which can swallow."

I put my lips on Quinn's enormous tool and imagined trying to get all that
in my ass. I remember what my wife said after she squeezed Quinn's 9 ½
pound body out from her tiny vagina: "when the result is that beautiful I'm
willing to suffer the pain." I suppose it was my turn to have Quinn filling
my hole and causing a little pain. Coach Shane liberally coated Quinn's
meat and my asshole with lube. It was decided that since Quinn is a virgin
and I was nearly a virgin that we could have Quinn's first ride be
bareback. I sat on top of Quinn's pole. By comparison with Coach Shane's it
felt like a tree trunk. When the monster bulb at the end broke through my
ass it literally went dark for a second and I saw stars.

"Oh dad," Quinn moaned. "You won't believe how good that feels." I wanted
to pull off of him and save my ass the agony, but I was so turned on by the
fact that I was bringing such pleasure to Quinn that I was going to ride
him til I milked every drop of family spunk from him. I slid an inch or so
further down his pole and again it hurt like crazy. It was stupid to suffer
an inch at a time all the way down his club so instead took it like a man.
In one push I drove the full length of my son's penis into my bowels. It
hurt like hell but I wouldn't change the experience for anything. Quinn
looked so happy and I felt a total sense of victory.

I stayed totally impaled n his rod for a minute because I had to give my
butt some chance to get used to Quinn. While I kept my ass clamped tight
onto his meat Coach Shane gave Quinn his first lesson in cocksucking. When
I started behaving like an elevator and moving up and down Quinn's pivot
and Coach Shane was moving quickly in and out of Quinn's mouth my boy got
frisky. Apparently he was giving the coach a periodic nibble on his meat
and he started to push his hips up each time I came down to get even deeper
into me. Sex was bringing out the tiger in what had always been a pussycat.

Quinn pushed Coach Shane back and moved me off of him. He pulled out and
asked me if he could fuck me the regular way. I lay on the bed and Quinn
put my legs over his shoulders and pushed his prick into me. Yes it still
hurt and hurt a lot but fuck it felt good. I pulled his face down to mine
and stuck my tongue deep into his mouth. Before he'd come home I was
wondering if I could ever get over the reality of him being my son and just
enjoy the pleasure of him. Now I knew. He was still my son and I loved him
more than life itself, but at the same time I was feeling more lust than
I've ever felt. Each time he slammed that huge fucking elephant prick into
my butt it was like I'd discovered sex all over again.

Mid-fuck Quinn stopped pumping. I opened my eyes and realized that Coach
Shane was lubing up Quinn's ass. Quinn pulled out of my ass and Coach Shane
had me roll over onto my stomach. Quinn crawled on top of me and came into
me from a third different position. By now I was used to it and even though
my ass was rapidly wearing out I was enjoying all angles of my sons
poking. When Coach Shane crawled onto Quinn I could feel Quinn
shudder. "Coach. Coach I don't think I'm..."

"Hey if your old man can take that that you've got you can take me."

"Oh fuck, ouch, owwww." Quinn's cock kept trying to crawl deeper into my
hole as if it was trying to find a hiding place from the assault in his
ass. I started massaging my boy's hard legs in hope that it would take his
mind off of the pain. I clamped my ass tight onto his pole to stir him up
some but Quinn couldn't think of anything but the throbbing ache in his
hole. I could feel Coach Shane fucking Quinn because every time he pushed
all the way in I felt Quinn's meat push deeper into me. I'm not sure if
Quinn ever got fully comfortable being fucked but to his credit he never
got soft. For some reason, right in the middle of getting fucked, Quinn
started moaning loudly and then he filled my hole with cream. A little
while later Coach Shane loaded the end of his rubber with juice. I was so
exhausted from he long session that I didn't even care about cumming.

That night Quinn came into my room and crawled into bed with me. "What's up
Bucko?"

"Dad I know that this will all be over when mom comes home, right?"

"Is that the way you want it?"

"No."

"Me neither. What do you say we compromise? You come by the office after
everyone's gone home and we can keep doing this there."

"Every night?"

"If you want."

"Do you think I should got to California and do pornography."

"Well let's wait until those pictures that Coach Shane sent to his friend
in the business get seen. If they're interested then you decide."

"Would you be ashamed if you saw me naked in a magazine or a movie?"

"Quinn I am proud of your beautiful body, of your dogged determination, of
your sweet personality, of your creativity, of your brilliant mind. If you
become a porn star I will be proud of you, but I expect all those other
beautiful parts of you to also continue to be developed."

"Dad I want to do this really bad."

"Then do it, just don't lose all the rest of you while becoming a porn
star."

"I won't, and I won't forget that you are my first love."

"You'll do better than me out there, but you can always be sure that you've
got a home here and that I'll always love you." We kissed and then I lay
back to go to sleep. It became obvious that Quinn wanted more than
reassurance so I leaned over and kissed him. My ass was still totally worn
out but Quinn was in need. Sometime around four in the morning, when my ass
had absolutely nothing left to give, Quinn dropped his last of four loads
inside of me. Eight days later an airplane ticket arrived for Quinn. Six
days after that Quinn called to say that he'd be attending a university in
California and that he'd earn enough money off of a movie he'd be making
and a dance tour he was booked for to pay the first semesters tuition and
room and board. I don't know how many other people would approve of a boy
going through college on an eleven-inch dick scholarship but why not, there
are talents and then there are talents.