Date: Sat, 08 Jul 2000 01:12:44 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Jamie's Paperboy" Part 1

(M/B rimming incest)

           JAMIE'S PAPERBOY--Part 1

  "Yeah, I was married once, too," we continued the conver-
sation. I handed him another beer and we headed for the bed-
room. "When she found out I liked guys she packed her bags and
split. That was seven years ago. Haven't heard from her since!"
  I groped his well-packed levis. "Hell, I was only 17 when we
married. I didn't know what I was doing. Neither did she." He
loosened his belt and snapped his pants open. I reached in and
pulled out his whanker. Damn. I really scored great tonight. It
was long and thick and primed. A few strokes of my fist and it
was up hard and ready. He stood by the bed, removing his shirt
as his Levis dropped down around his ankles. Hot young butch
stud. This was gonna be fun!
  I dropped to my knees and sank my mouth onto his pulsing
cock, using my hands to remove my shirt and loosen my pants. I
wanted this hot shaft pounding up my ass but not before I got a
good long taste of it. I nuzzled his loose hanging heavy nuts,
licking his sweat, smelling the rich aroma of his crotch and
balls. Construction workers sure smelled good at the end of the
day. I'd have to bring more of them home. I knew someone else
who'd enjoy this strong smelling man; but right now he was
mine.
  He grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me up, clamping
his mouth over mine and thrusting his tongue deep inside. He
held my rising cock and reached behind to fondle my tight buns.
I reached down and mashed our throbbing tools together while he
played a finger up and down my asscrack, using two others to
spread the opening, then using his middle one to run around my
anus, pressing slightly.
  He removed his tongue from my mouth and staring me right in
the eyes brought his hand back around to my mouth and stuck
that middle finger in, slicking it up. Then he smiled and
reached back and poked it up my butt, running it around in
circles, loosening up my hole.
  "I'm gonna fuck that fine ass of yours real good!" he said.
  "No, Clint...not unless you promise to do one thing," I said
very seriously.
  "What?" he asked. "I'm not into anything kinky, man."
  I squeezed his prick. "You just gotta promise to put EVERY
MOTHERFUCKIN' INCH of this in me. You leave any out and
I'm gonna make you do it again!"
  He laughed and threw me back onto the bed. He climbed on and
dove for my cock, taking it all in one stroke. He deep throated
me for awhile, then lifted my legs up and sucked on my bloated
balls, occasionally taking a swipe at my hole, getting it
ready.
  He slicked up his monster shaft and slowly inserted it into
my anus, spreading my asslips. It really hurt like hell until
he finally got that fat knob inside. Then I was able to breathe
again. I wrapped my legs around his back and thrust my butt
onto his shaft. He got the message and slowly pushed in deep,
right up to the hairs.
  "There!" he cried in satisfaction. "You got it all, man.
EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN' INCH. Now let's rut!"
  I squeezed my legs tighter, holding him in a death grip. I
wasn't about to let this one get away until he shot a gallon of
hot sperm up my thirsty hole. My asshole was milking his cock.
He was thrusting deep and hard, his knob bumping places in my
rectum no cock had ever touched before. The springs were
squeaking; our bodies were bouncing up and down on the bed, and
I was moaning very loudly. But I had forgotten something.
  "Gee, Pop!" The sound came from the doorway. "Is that man
hurting you? Why does he have his thing in your bum?"
  Clint almost shit right there. He looked around and saw my
12-year-old son Jamie standing in the doorway in his pajamas.
  "What the hell!" he cried, trying to pull out of me. I
grabbed his shoulders and pulled him tighter, thrusting my ass
higher onto his cock, making sure it didn't soften.
  "Squirt!" I yelled. "Meet Clint. He promised to shove every
inch of his thing up my bum. Stick your face down there and
make sure he's doing it!"
  "My god, I don't believe this!" Clint's face was beet red.
He took another look at Jamie and noticed that his pajamas were
tented in front. "What's going on?"
  I just looked at him and winked lasciviously.
  Jamie knelt down and stuck his face under Clint's buttocks,
gingerly fingering his cockroot and around my anus.
  "Yep! You got it all, Pop," Jamie replied matter of factly.
"Boy, mister, your balls and butthole sure smell!"
  Clint winced in embarassment.
  "Pop, do you think I could...well, you know?"
  Clint looked at me confused.
  "My son wants to lick your asshole. Is that okay with you,
Clint?"
  "I just don't believe all this!" He shook his head. But I
could feel his cock getting harder in me.
  "Hey, you'll like it. He's real good at it!" I boasted.
  "Yeah! How the hell would you know?"
  I just winked again.
  "Holy shit! You make it with your own kid? You even make him
rim ya!?!"
  "Hey Pop," Jamie said, exasperated. "Is this guy gonna talk
all night, or what?"
  "He has a name, son," I admonished. Jamie could overdo it
sometimes. He loved playing the snotty kid.
  "Sorry, mister," he said. "Can I call you Clint? I'm Jamie."
  "Kid, if you're gonna lick my butt, you can call me
anytime!" He was starting to relax.
  "That's the spirit, baby," I reached around and spread his
cheeks wide. "Now fuck the shit outta me--deep and slow while
my little baby boy cleans out your sweaty fuckhole! Go to it,
Squirt. Stick your tongue up the nice man's bottom!"
  Jamie replaced my hands with his, spread the chunky tight
butt wide, then started slurping his tongue up and down Clint's
crack, teasing it around the anus, carefully licking each
crease and valley of his asslips before thrusting his tongue
into the pulsing hole.
  Clint was moaning and holding his cock very, very deep
inside me. I was filled to capacity and loved it.
  "How do you like it, Squirt?" I asked.
  Jamie pulled his face away for a second. "Great, Dad. Tastes
real nice. Unfortunately, I've licked it too much. All the
smell is gone!"
  "How do you like it, Clint?" I asked.
  "Man, I love getting rim jobs. But," he moaned, "there's
something extra exciting about getting it from a little kid in
pajamas!"
  "Pop?" asked Jamie. "What's a rim job!"
  "Shut up, son, and keep licking!"
  Clint laughed. "You guys are too much!"
  "Jamie," I was getting impatient. "I need my ass fucked deep
and hard now. Move up onto the bed and stick your boner in the
nice man's mouth."
  "Sure kid, bring it up here. I'Il lick your little dink. Can
you cum yet?"
  Jamie scooted around and climbed up onto the bed next to us.
Clint started thrusting into me a little faster. He reached
over and pulled Jamie's pj bottoms down and pushed his face
forward. Then he recoiled in amazement.
  "Damn, kid. Where'd you get that big thing?"
  Another surprise I always loved. Jamie had a real nice 7-
inch cock, a little skinny yet, but like most kids, rock hard!
  "Last year," Jamie explained proudly, "it was real small.
Til Dad starting sucking on it. It's grown 3 inches! Would you
like to suck it, mister?"
  Clint didn't reply, he just leaned over and took it down to
the young roots. He was sucking a luscious 12-year-old boy-
prick, hoping that it could shoot a nice load for him to
swallow. He knew it would probably be the sweetest drink he
ever had. But the position was wrong. His neck was strained.
  "Since you two are so fuckin' jaded, kid, squat your ass
down on your Dad's face and I'Il blow ya!"
  Clint raised my legs higher and pounded a few times up my
ass with his fat cock while Jamie removed his pajama bottoms.
He swung his leg over my face, and got cute again. He looked
down at me and said in his exaggerated little boy voice,
"Daddy, you REALLY wanna kiss my nasty butthole?"
  "Long as you don't fart, son!" I laughed.
  "Shit!" cried Clint. He was hotter than he'd ever been
watching this father-son act, and started fucking me harder and
expressing deep-hidden fantasies. "Nasty's the right word for
you two FUCKING PERVERTS! Daddy's probably licked your little
hole silly. I'Il bet he's even sucked on your protruding hard
boyturds. That right, kid? Ever shit in your Dad's mouth?"
  "HELL NO, MISTER. Gee, that's gross!" exclaimed Jamie,
over his shoulder. He squashed his ass down onto my face. Then
mischieviously, "But it's an idea, hunh Pop? Want me to poop?"
With a faceful of ass I couldn't speak, but smiled inwardly at
his insolence. Damn, I had a nasty kid!
  "Turn around the other way, kid, and lift that pretty ass up
for a second," said Clint. "Sure is pretty. I wanna taste it!"
he said, bending over and wiping my spit off the little pink
hairless hole, then avidly applying his own. He licked and
sucked my boy's hole frantically.
  "God, that's sweet!" he said breathlessly. "I'm so fuckin'
hot I don't know what I'm saying, but if he don't want it you
can shit in my mouth, kid. I'll suck on your sweet little
turd!"
  "Wow, Pop!" cried Jamie. "And he calls us perverts!"
  Clint slapped Jamie's ass. "Turn around and sit back down on
Daddy's face, boy. I'm gonna shoot soon, and I wanna give you
that blowjob."
  Jamie turned around, facing Clint, his asshole resting on my
lips, his boy boner bouncing around and dripping.
  Clint swooped down on it and sucked it in. All the way in.
He had great rhythm. He managed to increase his piston action
up my ass while keeping his mouth speed slow enough to deep-
throat Jamie sensuously. I could tell he was doing a good job
on Jamie, because the boy reached behind and pulled his ass-
cheeks apart, opening his hole, squirming onto my mouth.
  Clint had grabbed my throbbing cock. After a while, he
reached up and pulled Jamie down onto it.
  "Yeah, kid, suck your Dad's dick. That's it, Daddy's eatin'
your hole, you suck on his BIG COCK. Suck out that hot juice
that made you. I'll bet you've sucked out gallons of it by now,
haven't you?"
  Jamie nodded and kinda moaned, "Unh huh."
  "Look down, kid. Watch me fuck your Daddy's hot asshole with
my big hard cock. Look's good, don't it?" Jamie slurped on my
knob harder, watching the big cock going in and out.
  "Yeah, oh yeah!" cried Clint. "Fuckin' hot action, man! Best
ever. Fuckin' a hot stud. Watching a horny little boystud suck
on his dad's cock. It's all too much!"
  I agreed and started tonguing Jamie's gaping butthole deep
and fast. He pulled off my cock quickly, recognizing my move-
ments. He knew instinctively that I was about to shoot. "Not
yet, Pop!" cried Jamie. "Make it last longer."
  "It's alright, kid," said Clint. "I'm about ready, too. But
we need more lubrication first." He pulled his cock out of my
twitching hole and pushed it up into Jamie's mouth.
  "Suck on it, kid!" he ordered. "Get it good and wet. I'm
sure the taste is familiar!"
  Hearing this, I started to get angry. How dare this son-of-
a-bitch make my son suck his cock right outta my asshole!
Unfortunately, I couldn't move. Clint held my legs tight and
Jamie was still squirming on my face. I got over my anger
quickly when I realized that Jamie was moving even faster now,
squishing his moist hole onto my face, and I could hear him
slurping noisily on Clint's cock. He never failed to amaze me.
How could a 12-year-old be so wanton!
  "That's it, boy! Lick off Daddy's assjuice. Get it real wet.
Now stick your head down there and put some spit up your
Daddy's hot hole!"
  Jamie gathered spit in his mouth then clamped his lips over
my gaping asshole. He ground his face in hard and I could feel
the slippery liquid being extruded up my hole. Then he contin-
ued to suck on my protruding anus. I was going nuts! Sure,
Jamie had rimmed me before, many times. But never after a cock
had just been pulled out! He loved it. I loved it. I was gonna
shoot and shoot hard!
  "I'm gonna cum!" I cried, finally able to verbalize.
  Clint pulled Jamie up out of my ass and back down on my
cock. Then he shoved his cock up me in one hard, swift move-
ment. I shot off in torrents.
  "Suck out Daddy's come!" cried Clint, watching Jamie
swallowing frantically. "Yeah, suck out that hot juice!"
  I must have come an enormous amount, if the intensity of my
orgasm was any indica-tion, but cocksucker that my son is, he
gulped it down like a champ. I was so proud! I was also
exhausted!
  But Clint was only starting. Luckily my asshole was so loose
by now it didn't matter. He renewed his thrusting and ordered
Jamie to stand up, still straddling my body, his tremendously
hard cock bouncing brightly.
  Looking up into Jamie's eyes, Clint sneered and GAVE HIM
THE FINGER!
  "You mad at me, Clint?" asked Jamie, startled.
  "Hell no, kid!" He still held his fingers in a rigid FUCK
YOU symbol, that middle finger standing up stiff and angry.
Then he stuck it in his mouth and licked it thoroughly, staring
Jamie in the eye.
  "This is going straight up your pretty hole, boy." He put
his hand between Jamie's legs. "Sit on it! And stick that
little monster of yours back in my mouth. I don't know how much
you can come, but I want it all. Now hold his legs back and
shove that cock down my throat. I'm gonna fuck your daddy
crosseyed!"
  With that, Clint started to fuck me proper...at last. He
managed to move up and down on Jamie's throbbing boner, taking
every inch on each stroke, and grinding his fat tool up my
bunghole, inserting every inch on each stroke. I was soon rigid
again and Clint started stroking my cock. The feeling of his
cock pounding against my prostate would have been enough, but
the sight of Jamie's sweet buttocks above me, stuffed with a
finger, moving back and forth as he plunged his randy cock down
Clint's hungry throat quickly put me over the edge.
  "Oooow." I shot straight up, splattering Clint's cocksucking
chin. Some of it hit the underside of Jamie's cock, which soon
entered Clint's mouth on the instroke. They both moaned loudly
and came.
  Squatting down hard onto that probing finger, Jamie grabbed
Clint's head and shoved it down, forcing his cock right into
Clint's throat. He withdrew until only his knob was inside and
shot furiously, splattering Clint's mouth and tongue with sweet
boyjuice. Clint slurped it greedily. He was pounding up my ass,
both his hands were now down there spreading my hole as wide as
possible, his fingers playing with his cock as he fucked and
fucked.
  We distangled and layed back thoroughly exhausted. After a
while I leaned up on one elbow and said, "Okay, Squirt, off to
bed!"
  "OK, Pop!" He grabbed his pajamas, not bothering to put them
on, kissed Clint quickly and headed for the door.
  "Hold on, kid!" cried Clint. "I sure would like to fuck that
cute little ass of yours!"
  Jamie stood at the door, bent over and waved his ass around
teasingly, looking over his shoulder and sticking out his
tongue at Clint and seductively moving it around in circles.
Then he left the room quickly.
  Clint looked at me, dumbstruck. "Was it something I said?"
he asked. "God, what a sexy kid!"
  "Nobody fucks my boy but me," I explained. "He can suck
cock, lick ass, get finger-fucked and rimmed, even fuck
somebody's butt. But for now, nobody's cock goes up that sweet
rectum but mine. That's his idea. When he does decide he wants
some other guy's prick up his ass, he's promised that I'Il be
there to watch it. So far, I suspect that it might be our
paperboy he's always talking about. He's about 15 and Jamie
tends to drool when he comes by. The boy is awfully cute and
shows quite a basket. Jamie's been trying for us to figure out
a way to seduce the boy."
  "Damn!" Clint shook his head. "How did this all come about
...I mean you and Jamie and sex and all?"
  "Let's have another beer and I'Il tell you all about it," I
said. "I still can't quite believe it myself."
  I slipped out to the fridge and grabbed us each a couple
more cold beers. I knew it would take a while and I always
enjoyed telling the story.
  "As you have probably already figured out," I started, after
settling in comfortably next to Clint, "you've been the victim
of a set-up. I bring hunky guys home, get them into a compro-
mising situation, then Jamie comes in at the right moment,
blowing the trick's mind. Most guys really freak, what with
Jamie's innocent act, his pajamas, and that wonderful 'Gee,
Pop' expression of his."
  "It works, man," agreed Clint. "I would've shit my pants if
I'd had any on! Having my cock up your ass and seeing that
little darling standing there with an obvious boner pushing out
his pj's..."
  "And he just loves to act the sarcastic kid, just loves it.
You got off easy. Remember his saying something about `is this
guy gonna talk all night?' Sometimes he gets to downright
insulting the tricks mercilously. Unfortunately, he usually
gives it away by giggling."
  "Hot and sexy, but very unnerving!" said Clint.
  "Yeah, well, just think how I felt the first time. Jamie and
I have been very close all his life. Surprisingly, when Lisa
left, he adjusted easily. And don't think he's so jaded because
of me! No sir. That kid was precocious from the beginning. I
couldn't tell you the number of times I've found him playing
with his dick. When he was young he did it quite openly. Hell,
he didn't think it was wrong. I guess he figured it was his and
he could play with it if he wanted. His mother used to get
upset but I told her to just ignore it. A sexy kid makes a sexy
man, I told her.
  But, sometimes it wasn't so easy to be lenient. When he was
ten and late coming home one afternoon, I questioned him on his
whereabouts. Without blinking, he blurted out "Sorry, Dad.
Jimmy and I were at the park, playing in the bushes. I'm so
darned mad at him!"
  "Why, kiddo?"
  "Get this, Pop," he said indignantly, putting his hands on
his hips, "Jimmy promised that if I put his peter in my mouth
and sucked on it, he'd do the same to me. So we pulled our
pants down and played around, then I knelt down and sucked on
his peter for awhile. Then you know what that dirty rat did?"
  "Ah, no," I said nonplussed.
  "He wouldn't do it! He laughed at me and said it was dirty!
Can you believe that? It's not dirty, is it Pop?"
  You can never imagine what went through my mind in those few
seconds. I had just recently come out, and I had to weigh my
own judgments as to his activities against the damage I could
do to our relationship and his future attitudes about sex. I
put my hand on his shoulder.
  "Son, what you did wasn't dirty. But perhaps you should wait
until you're older for such activities."
  "But I wanna do it now, Pop! Todd didn't think it was dirty.
He likes doing it!"
  "You, uh, sucked on Todd's p-peter, too?"
  "Sure, and he sucked on mine. It was fun!"
  "Well, son, all I can say is just do it with friends that
feel the same, I guess. But," I winked, "do it in private. Most
adults think you shouldn't be doing those things."
  "Yeah, adults are funny. Except you, Pop! You're keen!"
  This disturbed me, yet also made me feel good.
  "But tell me about the first time," coaxed Clint.
  "About a year ago...Jamie was about to turn 12...I thought
he was sound asleep so I was engaging in some horny masturba-
tion. I was lying here on the bed with my legs up and back to
my chest, my butt facing the door. I was fingering my asshole
lightly, running it around and around my anus while I was
stroking by cock. I was fantasizing about a hot guy in my
office and was totally oblivious to the sound of the door
opening. Apparently Jamie had come in, seen me stimulating my
butthole, and thought he could do better. Next thing I knew my
finger was pushed aside and this tongue was lapping away at my
hole. I was so involved in my fantasy that I thought it was
part of it. Jamie must have licked that hole for several
minutes without my realizing it. But when he stuck his tongue
in, I was brought out of my illusion. I lowered my legs and
stared aghast at him.
  "Whatsa matter, Pop?" Jamie stared quizzically. "Wasn't I
doin' it good?"
  I scooted up naked to the end of the bed and grabbed my
son's face tenderly. "Oh, Jamie, my sweet baby boy. What were
you doing?!"
  "Gosh, Pop. I'm not a baby boy any more! Watching you doin'
that stuff to your butt I thought I could make it feel better.
Jimmy liked it when I did it to him!"
  "Jimmy?" I asked, surprised. "I thought Jimmy said it was
dirty."
  "Yeah, he did. But he changed his mind a couple of months
ago. He said he wanted to fool around again. That he'd lick my
peter. I made him do it first. Then he made me turn around and
smelled my ass. Then he licked it without even making a deal.
It felt so good I did it to him too. Ah, actually...I liked it
a lot!" He blushed slightly, then exuberantly, "That's why I
did it to you. You're bumhole's bigger and a little bit hairy
but gosh, it smelled real good and I was able to get my tongue
a long way's in. I know what you were doin'...jerkin' off,
hunh, Pop? Wow, your thing's really big! Can I lick it? The
guys say I'm getting real good at it."
  I was completely dazed, the thing he did, the way he talked.
So innocent, yet so sexy. I fell in love with my own son! "Yep,
jerkin' off son. Do you jerk off? And what do you mean 'the
guys say'?"
  "Heck, Dad, I've sucked on all my friends. I like the older
boys best 'cause they shoot their stuff in my mouth. And they
seem to like it better too. Guys my age have to be talked into
it sometimes, but the older guys are always talking me into
going with them. Usually they just pull down their pants and
want me to kneel down and suck on their hard peckers. Some of
them like to feel up my butt and look at it. Maybe rub their
finger around my poophole while they're playing with my dick.
But only one of the older guys has sucked on it. He especially
liked licking my nuts, and was surprised when I shot stuff in
his mouth while he was sucking me. So was I. He taught me how
to jerk off. Now I do it all the time, even when I'm suckin'
dorks!"
  "Dorks?" I laughed.
  "Yeah, that's what Jimmy calls 'em. He says we're not
cocksuckers, we're just dork-lickers. He says cocksuckin' means
you're a queer. Am I a queer, Pop?"
  I laughed, but looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, son,
you're a queer. Anyone who likes asslicking and `dorksucking'
as much as you do is definitely queer!"
  "Dorklickin', Pop, dorklickin'."
  "It don't matter what you call it, son. If you like sucking
down the hot juice that comes out of a guy's cock, like you
seem to, that's queer!"
  "Oh." Jamie seemed downcast.
  "Hey," I said, lifting Jamie's face. "That's okay, kiddo,
cause your old Dad's queer, too."
  Boy, did that lift his spirits. His eyes widened in
astonishment. "You mean you like to do it too?"
  "You betcha!" I cried.
  "Can I watch you do it sometime? Wow, I'd really like to see
you sucking on some guy's dick. Maybe another man, or I could
bring Jimmy over if you want me to. You can suck on his. It's
not very big but...hey, how about Phil? He's older and comes a
lot. He'll let you suck him off. He's always horny. He'll let
anybody suck him off. Dad, your thing's growing. Wow, really
growing!"
  "Can't help it, son. You might be my own boy, but you're
making me really hot talkin' like that!"
  Jamie stood up, his cock hard and waving in front of me.
"How's mine doin' Pop? Will it ever get as big as yours?"
  Instinctively I reached for it. I felt the smooth shaft and
fondled the little balls. Damn! My kid had a beautiful cock. I
could tell it was soon going to outgrow his playmates. Then
they would be the ones on their knees begging, worshipping my
kid's cock. Then I thought, FUCK IT. I was going to worship my
kid's cock right now.
  "I'm not sure if it's right or wrong, Jamie, but put that
beauty in my mouth, cause I'm gonna suck it til you cream. Even
if it takes all weekend!"
  "Hell, Pop," Jamie was getting a little brazen. "Suck that
muther. I've been shootin' the juice for months now. Cocksuck
me. I'Il fill your mouth with a pint of jizz!"
  I couldn't help but laugh. "Where'd you get that expression,
Squirt?"
  "Phil. He's always shouting nasty things to me when he
shoots in my mouth. It excites me."
  "OK, little cocksucker," I giggled, "shove that big fat
prick of yours down my throat and fill me up with your scalding
hot cum. Then I'm gonna have you suck on old Daddy's asshole
some more!" I gulped. The last part I hadn't meant to say, but
still...I didn't retract it.
  "Fuckin' shit, Dad. Way to go!" He was getting hot also. He
grabbed his hard boner and pushed it into my sucking mouth. I
took him down to the balls and wiggled his cock around in my
mouth, making it bang against the back of my throat.
  "Oh, that's good, Pop! So good. Hurry and drain my hot prick
so I can lick your hot hole again." He was testing his profan-
ity and banging that boycock into my mouth. I drew him down
onto the bed, not letting that sweet tube leave my lips. I
meant to get him into a 69 position but he was way ahead of me.
The little fucker pumped that cock into my mouth and maneuvered
his own face between my buttocks so fast I couldn't believe it.
He sucked on my asshole like he used to suck on his mother's
tit.
  Slowly, perhaps reluctantly, he moved upward and started to
slurp my balls. Then he grabbed my throbbing cock and just held
it for awhile.
  "I been savin' this old fat cock til last, Pop! Goddam, it
sure is a big ol' fat thing. Hope I can lick it real good for
you, Dad. I wanna suck out the jizz. I'm gonna suck it all
out!"
  He licked up and down my shaft, squeezing it and sucking on
the crimson knob.
  "Oh, Pop. I love it. Never sucked one this big before. I
love it, I love it, I love it! Oh...I'm gonna shoot it out.
Gonna fill your mouth..."
  He stopped mid-sentence, coming, and swooped down onto my
cock just in time. My cock just flowed and flowed into his
mouth. I don't think I'd ever come as much before in my life. I
played with his little pink asshole and squeezed his pulsing
boner as it shot tasty spurts onto my tongue. I savored it,
swashing it around in my mouth, not swallowing until I had
thoroughly coated every tastebud. Jamie had sucked on my knob
and gulped as much of my flowing sperm as he could. Judging
from my intense orgasm, I must have filled his little mouth
several times over.
  He swung himself around and pounced down onto me. His mouth
and lips were smeared with my cum, and some was dripping down
his chin. He playfully mashed his coated face over mine,
smearing my cum onto my lips. Then he kissed me quickly on the
mouth.
  "Oh, Daddy! That was wonderful. Let's do this all the time!"
_____
  "Amazing!" cried Clint. "You'd better put a leash on that
horny kid. He's liable to get himself in trouble, bein' so
brazen. Maybe get you in trouble, too!"
  "I had to have a serious talk with him just recently. He
did get caught! He hadn't been in junior high a month before he
got caught by his gym teacher. Seems he was fondling another
boy in the showers, a tall ninth grade basketball player,
trying to talk him into a blowjob after school. The teacher
looked around the shower stall to see Jamie stroking the boy's
cock and making his invitation. The poor basketball player was
just brushing Jamie aside when he saw the coach. Unfortunately,
Jamie had managed to get a stiff rise out of the reluctant boy,
who felt so guilty standing there with a boner he couldn't
defend himself. All he could do was stammer.
  "Ah, Coach! I...I...he...we weren't..."
  Luckily the coach had been listening and sized up the
situation.
  "Carson, pack that thing away and go dry off!" he admonished
the athlete. He knew the boy was innocent, and rested his hand
on the naked, shaking boy's shoulder as he exited the shower.
  "It's alright, Carson," the coach whispered, "I know you
weren't at fault. The boy's young. It's just hero worship."
  "But coach, he wanted to..."
  "I know...I know," calmed the coach, looking down at
Carson's long, soft meat. "It's just a way to show admiration.
He's a little confused. Now don't you speak to anyone about
this, OK? We don't want to stigmatize the boy, do we?"
  "Well, no coach, I guess not."
  "Good. Just be flattered that he finds you so...
attractive," he looked down at the long dick again, "and leave
it at that." Carson caught the inflection, and smiled brightly.
  "Sure, Coach," a wondering smile crossing his face, "my lips
are sealed!" He hurried to his locker, relieved, feeling that
this had been a rather queer day.
  "Jamie!" the coach pointed. "In my office, now!"
  Jamie followed the coach down the hallway and into his
office, naked and dripping, feeling worried and depressed.
  Closing the door, he turned to Jamie. "Just what the hell
was that all about? You told that boy you wanted to give him
a..." he lowered his voice. "You wanted to suck his..." He was
almost whispering now.
  Cock, Coach! Blowjob! was what Jamie wanted to shout out.
Instead he took another tact. He hung his head low and began
to sob.
  "I'm sorry, coach. I just...just..."
  "It's OK, Jamie." Sitting on the edge of his desk he pulled
the boy to him and rested the sobbing head on his chest. "I
understand," he said without thinking.
  "You do?" Jamie asked plaintively, looking up into the
coach's eyes. "You know what it's like to want to suck a dick?
Just to try it. To see if you like it? To see if you're queer?"
  "Queer!" the coach cried. "Is that what you're worried
about?"
  "Yeah, Coach," Jamie whined, then confided in a near
whisper, "I think about sucking guys dicks and licking their
balls all the time. I can't get it out of my mind! What'll I do
Coach! I gotta try it to find out, don't I?"
  "Well, gee, I don't know exactly." The coach was getting
visibly upset and visibly excited. Jamie didn't miss a thing.
  "I even started thinking about you, Coach, and this thing in
here." He lightly fingered the coach's expanding cock stretch-
ing along his thigh in his sweatpants. At the touch of the
boy's gentle fingertips, his cock involuntarily sprung upward,
pressing desperately against the material. Jamie grabbed hold
of the pulsing organ.
  The coach bolted off the desk and slapped Jamie's hand away.
"No, no!" he cried breathlessly. "Don't do that!"
  "Come on, Coach, let me!" Jamie pleaded. "You can help me
understand myself. Let me try it, OK? Let me suck it!"
  "I'm really sorry, Jamie," the coach shook his head, "I just
can't allow that!"
  "Please, Coach!" And with that he pushed his face into the
crotch of the sweatpants, moving his face over and around the
coach's penis, breathing hotly on it and running his mouth
along the shaft before the coach could pull him off.
  "You have to understand, Jamie, this just can't be!" The
coach was flustered, trying to push his erection down, impos-
sible in the loose material. "I'm a teacher, and besides that
I'm a married man. And...and..."
  "OK, Coach, I understand," Jamie said dejectedly. "But would
you just do me one favor, then I'Il leave?"
  "Well, OK, I guess. What is it?"
  "Just let me see it, Coach, just one little look!"
  "I can't do that, Jamie," he calmly explained. "I can't show
it to you. I'm a teacher. And besides, it's hard! I can't show
you my erection, you're too young!"
  "But you're looking at mine, Coach, and it's as hard as can
be! See!" Jamie pointed out his hardon, quite unnecessarily,
since the erection had hardly escaped the coach's awareness. It
had been hard the whole time they had been in the office.
"Fair's fair!"
  Flustered and exasperated, the coach pleaded to Jamie in a
whisper, "I could lose my job, don't you see!?!"
  "Coach," assured Jamie, "I won't tell. I won't do anything
to hurt you. It'll be our secret. Promise! Just show me. I'll
stand back, over here. I'Il just kneel down right here. I won't
touch. Just let me see it!"
  "One quick look, then you go! Alright?" He lowered his pants
in one swift movement, his cock springing up and out, stiff and
dripping.
  "WOW!" exclaimed Jamie. "That's big! You're really a man,
Coach, a real stud!" This really stroked the coach's ego.
Although he had a pretty cock, perfectly proportioned, and
fairly thick, its length was nothing to brag about. But here it
was being praised as never before. Absently, he delayed stuff-
ing his dick back in his pants.
  "Yeah!" continued Jamie, "I could really suck that monster
good for you, Coach, if you'd only let me. You could shoot your
juice right in my mouth and I'd never tell! And I'd lick those
fat balls, too!"
  Everyone has their own personal trigger. Something that just
sets them off beyond caring. For the coach it was: "I'd lick
those fat balls!" His eyes glazed over and he grabbed his
throbbing cock and walked toward the kneeling boy. He wiped his
leaking cockhead across Jamie's lips then lifted his cock and
said breathlessly, "Lick those fat balls then, boy. You win!
Lick 'em all over, that's it! Oh god! Now suck this, I'm gonna
shoot a load in your mouth, soon...oh...right now! Suck, boy,
suck!" He held onto Jamie's shoulders as his body shook
violently and his cock spewed many pent-up loads, which the boy
accepted greedily. Jamie had reached around and was twiddling
the coach's butthole. "Gaw 'head, pushitin!" he cried, almost
incoherently, shooting a few more volleys as he looked down at
the boy's young tender mouth, sucking in all his hot jism. He
had never been so excited.
  "Coach Nelson, this is Jamie's father," I explained over
the telephone the next day. "Would you mind dropping by this
evening. I'd like to discuss a matter with you. Would 7:00 be
convenient?"
  I could hear the terror in his voice as he asked, "Well,
sure, I guess. Just what was it you wanted to discuss Mr.
Benson?"
  "It's about Jamie's masculinity. Something has come to my
attention and I'm very concerned. I feel that you might have
some insight and perhaps be of some assistance."
  I was purposely calm and collected sounding. I said enough
to scare him shitless, but not scare him off. Jamie convinced
me that he would be a hot trick for us. But I didn't want a
scared teacher-suicide on my conscience.
  "Really, Pop, the coach is hot! You'd like him!"
  "How old is he, son!"
  "Well, he's kinda old, Pop," he laughed. "Twenty-something
or other, I think. But he's got a fantastic body. But we talked
so much I hardly got to really enjoy him. That's why I want you
to get him over here. So we can have a good time with him. I
know he's too scared to ever do it again at school. You'll like
him!"
  "Twenties, hunh? Good. At that age his heart's in good
condition. He'll need it."
  "Ah, Coach Wilson! Come on in and make yourself comfort-
able." I answered the door graciously, intending to put the
young man completely off his guard.
  "Care for a drink?" I asked, "Bourbon perhaps?"
  Feeling more at ease, he replied, "Just some white wine, if
you have some."
  "White wine?" I said slowly, but politely, purposely giving
the impression that I felt white wine was a pussy drink. "Sure.
I think them's some left over from the last PTA meeting."
  For more than a half-hour I toyed with him, alternately
being gracious then slightly sarcastic. Just enough to let him
rest comfortably, then immediately put him off guard.
  Finally, he became restless. "Ah, about Jamie...just what is
your concern and how can I, ah, help?" he smiled.
  I pulled my chair up close to him to where our knees were
almost touching. I slowly leaned toward him and whispered
conspiratorily, "Well, Coach, I think my son's queer!"
  He gulped audibly, then anxiously, "What...?" he asked in a
squeaky voice, then recovered, "ah, what makes you think so?"
  "Well, quite simply because he as much as told me so. You
see, Jamie's a very naive, open boy. He came home the other day
and told me that he had sucked off one of his teachers! He
wouldn't name him, though. Can you beat that?!"
  "Ah, wow," he gasped. "That's incredible!"
  "Anyway," I continued, allowing his nervousness to increase,
"I thought that you might be able to figure out who it might
be. I mean, there's criminal activity happening here. When I
find out who it is, I'll make sure they lose their position," I
started to raise my voice, "and probably will end up in jail.
It's a good thing I'm not a violent person."
  "Yes...it is!" he stammered.
  "Of course, I can't entirely put the blame on the teacher,
since from Jamie's own admission to me he obviously instigated
the whole affair. Still..."
  "Yes, instigated...instigated..." He had pulled out a
hankerchief and was mopping his brow. I had him where I wanted
him. A slight nod toward the dining area and Jamie waltzed in
energetically.
  "Hiya Pop! Hey, Coach, how they hangin'?"
  "How they hanging!" I burst, standing up, towering over the
poor slob. "How they hanging?!!"
  Coach Wilson recoiled in fear, and sunk down into the
cushions.
  "What's he mean, `How they hanging?'" I glared at him.
  "Ah, just an expression, Mr. Benson. All boys say that, you
know."
  "You sure you're not the one?" I demanded.
  "Oh, Mr. Benson, of course not, of course not!" He looked
plaintively at Jamie, who stood rigid and made a motion across
his mouth like a zipper.
  "Well, let's just be sure. Jamie told me the teacher had a
cherry tattoo on his thigh, right next to his balls. Drop your
pants and let's check it out!"
  Knowing he had no such tattoo, and shaking violently, but
encouraged by Jamie's gesture, he quickly stood and dropped his
pants to prove his innocence.
  I leaned forward and stared at his crotch area intently.
  "Drop the shorts, too!" I bellowed.
  "My...underwear!" he gasped.
  "Drop 'em. He said next to the balls. Let's see your balls."
  Almost defiantly, the coach drew in a deep breath and pushed
his trousers and shorts down to his ankles, then thrust his
cock and balls almost into my face.
  "See, no tattoo! Lift 'em up if you want!"
  I did just that, gingerly handling his hot round balls and
cock, and studying underneath. "Turn around!" I demanded.
  "But..." he questioned.
  "Just to be thorough," I assured, becoming calmer, giving
him the impression that I felt he was obviously not the one.
  He turned and I pushed him forward, causing him to steady
himself by grabbing the back of the couch. "Jamie!" I bellowed.
"Come here!"
  Jamie smiled and willingly complied, approaching the coach's
bared buttocks. I caught him licking his lips. "Now, kneel up
on the couch!" I directed our victim.
  "Hey, wait a minute," he protested as I spread his cheeks
apart. I just pushed him back down and grabbed those hot cheeks
again, spreading them wide.
  "Son," I asked sarcastically, "does this asshole look
familiar to you? Take a good look."
  Coach squirmed, but I held him down, warning him not to
move.
  "This is ridiculous," he complained. "Tell him, Jamie, tell
him it's, ah, not familiar!"
  "Nope, Pop!" assured Jamie, after fingering the hole for a
while. "Never saw it before in my life. Never got that far!
Felt it though. Just as smooth as it was the other day. Maybe
I'll get to lick on it now, hunh, Pop! I wanna lick it. Make
him do it Pop, make him!"
  The coach let out a loud gasp and the breath left his body.
He slumped over the back of the couch, defeated.
  "Don't move!" I ordered. He wasn't about to.
  I moved around to the rear of the couch and knelt down
before his tortured face. He looked up at me mentally
exhausted, yet terrified almost to the point of tears.
  "Please, don't kill me," he pleaded. "Don't hurt me. I have
a wife and two kids. I'm sorry. I'Il never do it again. Teach-
ing is all I know. I don't want to lose my job. He wanted it,
he wanted it..." He was almost crying.
  Enough. I reached up and held his face next to mine. "Relax,
Coach, and smile. There's a way out of this, a very pleasant
way. You see, you're gonna fuck me up the ass!"
  "I am?" he asked increduously.
  "Yes, Coachie, and Jamie's gonna lick out your sweet
butthole while you're doing it."
  "He...he is?" he started to slowly understand. "You mean
I've been s-set up?"
  "Yep! I knew all along. He said you were hot, and that I'd
like you too. He's right!"
  He gasped. Jamie had already started running his tongue
around the coach's hot hole.
  "We set you up for pleasure, not punishment. But you're
gonna earn it. Remember, I can always turn you in. You're gonna
suck my dick, my hole, my balls, and Jamie's too! You're gonna
fuck me, and we're gonna fuck you in the mouth and up the ass.
Any questions?"
  "Hell no!" he brightened. "I'm so relieved I'll do anything
you want. Your boy's got my dick throbbing already. I guess he
knew an easy mark when he saw me! I've never done these things,
but if it'll keep my family and job safe...well, hell...I think
it's gonna be fun anyway. Go ahead. Stick your dick in my
mouth. I'm kinda curious to see just how queer I might be! OH,
MAN, he's got his tongue up my ass! Incredible!"
_______
  "Anyway, Clint, it worked out real good. The coach is a
regular visitor. He really got into it. Sucking, fucking,
rimming, the works. And his home hasn't suffered at all. He
introduced his wife to assfucking and butt licking and it
greatly improved their sex life. He even bought a big dildo
that the two of them share. Sometimes it's up her pussy while
he fucks her ass, sometimes it's up her ass while he licks her
pussy, sometimes she's grinding it up his hole while she blows
him. Things they never did before. I'll have to get the two of
you together sometime, so Jamie and I can watch. That'd be a
kick."
  "What was his favorite?" asked Clint, curiously.
  "He probably wouldn't admit it, but whenever he was all
spermed out, yet wanted another orgasm, he'd have Jamie plant
his little butt on his face. It never failed. Just like Jell-O.
Always room for one more orgasm, and Jamie's butt does the
trick!"
  "Sounds hot to me," agreed Clint. "I love getting rimmed by
straight guys. I dig being watched, too. See if you can arrange
it and give me a call. I'll leave my number. At any rare, it's
sure been a kick, man. Say goodbye to Jamie for me, and take
care of that little bugger, willya!"
  "You bet I will, Clint. And I'll arrange the coach somehow.
But hold on awhile. The paper boy comes first. Sure glad you
stopped by. Now give me a big sloppy one then get the fuck out!
I'm exhausted."
  "Right!" We kissed deeply, then, "Later, man."


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