Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2011 22:43:20 -0800 (PST)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Learning My Vocation 7

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"C'mon, Peter, I am SO horny right now..."

My brother Jeff was once again in my room with his hard cock hanging out of
his zipper. He wanted me to get busy on it and give him a good cum before
dinner. It didn't matter that I had already sucked him off once today and
he had fucked his cum into Warren's ass as well. Ever since Warren and I
invited him into our world of sleazy sex Jeff had been walking around in a
state of perpetual arousal. This generally suited me as I never seem to get
tired of sucking his cock. Of course, I hadn't gotten tired of sucking
anyone's cock, but that was beside the point.

The problem, as I saw it, was that if we didn't cool it off, at least at
home, then we were going to get caught. I had already been caught in a
compromising situation once and that was when Jeff stumbled upon me and
Warren's dad doing it on the Ellis' back deck. That situation worked out
okay, but I was pretty sure I didn't want dad walking in on us and I knew I
didn't want mom to catch us. It was a mortifying thought and one that
wasn't able to penetrate Jeff's thick, lust addled skull.

The other day we were doing yard work and Jeff called out to me from behind
the garage where he had gone to drop a load of cut grass onto mother's
compost pile. I walked over and poked my head around the corner only to
find Jeff standing there slowly jacking his erect penis. He commanded me to
come over and suck him off. I looked around nervously, but there didn't
appear to be anyone around. His skinny dick was already dripping from his
manual attentions and I unconsciously licked my lips. Damn my weakness, but
I couldn't just walk away from a leaky pipe!

I dropped to my knees, popped his cock in my mouth, and went to worth
sucking out my prize. We were both covered in sweat and I couldn't get
enough of the smell emanating from his sparse pubes. Despite the fact that
we were pretty much alone in our own backyard I wanted to get him off
quickly and quietly. Jeff, however, was not cooperating and was moaning and
was being rather loud in his verbal encouragement of blowjob.

"Oh yeah, baby bro, suck my cock," he groaned appreciatively, "You know
what I like. That tongue of yours is fucking magic!"

I sped up the rate of my sucking, burying his cock balls deep on each down
stroke. I kneaded and squeezed his dick head with my throat muscles and I
rubbed his balls sensually with my free hand. He grabbed a hold of my head
and started rabbit fucking my face. He did this rarely as he was usually
content to let me go at my own pace. When he did do it I loved it. The
feeling of Jeff, or any man for that matter, taking control of my mouth and
using it for his own pleasure as if I were an object was a sensation I
loved. It was a hard lesson to learn, but Augie Stroshine showed me quite
well what kind of slut I was and what I was good for. It is not a lesson I
was going to forget any time soon.

Jeff started to groan even louder and unloaded a thick stream of cum right
down my throat. I found myself moaning along with him as I frantically
worked my throat to swallow his tasty seminal treat. My eyes were watering
and my windpipe felt a little raw and sore, but I was in hog heaven. I
could feel my own fat cock hard and rubbing against the inside of my
underwear. I found myself wishing that I would have dragged it out before I
started so that I could have jacked off while eating Jeff's load. It would
have been even better if Warren had been there to suck me off. Jeff still
adamantly refused to touch either of us with anything but his cock. He
always loudly informed us that he wasn't "queer" and while he was happy to
keep us "homos" filled with fresh cum it was definitely not his scene.

"Hey, boys, where are you? Is that you behind the garage?"

We both froze at the sound of Our Father's voice. He was at the backdoor of
the house and we could hear the door slam shut as he exited out into the
yard. I quickly spit out Jeff's cock and jumped off my knees in a blind
panic. Jeff, conversely, took his own sweet time stuffing his still half
hard meat back into his jeans and zipping up. We both whipped around the
corner of the garage just as dad was approaching. I looked back at Jeff and
shot him a dirty look. His eyes widened for a moment and then he got a
weird smile on his face.

"Damn it! Didn't you guys hear me calling you?" Dad asked, sounding a bit
peeved.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't hear you until just now," my words spilled out of
my mouth with forced casualness, "We were dumping the grass."

"It took two of you to do that?" he asked and was looking at me with
narrowed eyes.

"Uh...the bag was kind of heavy," I added, lamely.

Jeff sauntered around the corner and with a smile that could only be
described as "shit eating". He was brushing off imaginary dirt from his
hands and he said, "Yeah, it was a load that only Pete could handle."  I
had to keep complete control over my face to stop myself from reacting to
my asshole brother's pithy little comment. I could feel my face turning a
crimson red from embarrassment and Dad was still looking at me with
narrowed eyes.

"What's that on your chin, son?" he asked.

My hand went up to my chin and I could feel something slimy smeared on
it. It was Jeff's cum mixed with my saliva. My mind was racing and I didn't
know what to say. I couldn't very well blame Jeff for being too rough when
he was fucking my face two minutes ago.

Surprisingly, Jeff came to my rescue. He started laughing uproariously and
made fun of me for blowing snot all over my face. He told Dad that I had
just sneezed when I was dumping the grass and he watched the snot rocket
out of nose without me noticing. Dad told me to go inside and get a tissue
and I ran passed him and into the house without another word.

Ever since then I have constantly had to warn Jeff to be more careful. I
told him that I didn't want to get caught again and that if he wanted me to
continue to get him off then he had better show a little restraint. He
laughed off my threats and my worries and told me that I was such a whore
that I couldn't stop sucking his cock even if I tried. He said that I
worried too much and that we haven't even been close to being caught.

"What about with Frank?" I asked.

"That doesn't count," he would say, smugly.

He wiggled his cock under my nose and started rubbing it against my tightly
closed lips. Part of the problem was that I really did want his cock pretty
much 24/7 and his shitty attitude was also a major turn on for me. At that
moment I could hear Dad out in the backyard singing off key to some old
rock song on the radio while he cleaned the grill in order to begin cooking
dinner. Mom had just left to hit the gym, so I knew she would be gone for
at least two hours. And then there was Jeff looking down at me, his eyes
clouded with lust, watching me intently. What could I do? I parted my lips
and let the head of his cock slide inside my watering mouth.

Most times we had sex Jeff wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. With
as much practice as I had been getting with my blowjob technique I was
surprised he could last longer than two minutes.  Sometimes, however, he
liked to make it last and he would constantly pull his cock out of my mouth
and slowly massage it until he was ready to shove it back in my throat. He
had held off cumming for as long as 45 minutes using this technique before
and it seems like he was bound and determined to break his record.

He told me to get off of my bed where I had been sitting and he proceeded
to lay down. He ordered me to get between his legs and to make love to his
cock.

"What the heck do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Go slow with it, bro," he smiled, "Kiss it and lick it. Don't be such a
hog for my cum."

I tried to suck it like he wanted me to. I was a hog for his cum and I was
used to getting his nut as quickly as possible. I worked his cock slowly
and carefully and he groaned softly and ran his fingers through my bushy
hair. He scooted down the bed and instructed me to work his balls. I
complied by drawing one and then both of his peach fuzz covered nuts into
my mouth.  I sucked on his nuts for a bit and then I noticed his hips kept
pushing up on the bed, exposing his pink asshole to my gaze. I spit out his
balls and I lapped at his taint, which I had never done to him before. His
eyes shot open and then squeezed shot tightly and he began to grind that
sensitive bit of skin against my mouth and chin. He flinched for a second
when he felt the scratchy beginnings of my beard, but adjusted his stance
and continued his dry hump. He was clearly enjoying this new sensation and
I wondered if he wanted me to take it to the next step. I decided to take
the decision out of his hands and extended my tongue and washed a wet path
to his tight hole.

He had just showered so his ass was clean and fresh-smelling. I went at his
hole with the same attention I normally lavished on his cock. He squirmed
at the new sensation, but let out a low, keening wail of pleasure. I lapped
and sucked at the tightly closed opening. I tried to tease his hole open
with my tongue, flicking at it rapidly. Jeff once again began rubbing up
against my face as if he wanted to get my whole head inside of him. I
glanced up for a moment and saw that he was rapidly stroking his very erect
cock. I could tell by the looks of it that he was about ready to cum.

"That's it, you little homo slut! Eat my ass!" he was practically shouting
at me and I was too turned on by this new turn of events to stop now. "Oh
Christ...I can't believe you have your tongue in my ass!"

I hadn't gotten my tongue past that golden opening yet, but I wasn't going
to stop trying. I grabbed my brother's legs and roughly shoved them up in
the air. This got a yelp of surprise from him and I could see the
beginnings of anger creasing his face. That look melted away to slack jawed
bliss as I attacked his more exposed butthole with renewed vigor. I had my
chin pressed tightly to his undercarriage and my tongue was pressed hard
against his hole. I pushed my tongue against that clenched tightness,
burnishing that smooth entry point over and over. I finally started making
headways and I marveled once again at how silky smooth the skin inside a
man's asshole felt. There was a flavor that I couldn't identify, one common
to every guy I had rimmed up to this point. I couldn't describe it, but it
was intoxicating.

Jeff had gone beyond even simple verbiage and had devolved into a series of
breathless grunts. He was still stroking himself and I was surprised to see
that due to his extreme thinness that he could easily suck his own cock if
it were only a couple of inches longer. This gave me a stab of jealousy
which translated to an even harder effort to fuck his ass with my tongue.

Suddenly and without warning, Jeff started to spew his load. It shot out of
his cock, a cock that I had never seen so big and hard. Three enormous
geysers of sperm shot out and splattered against his face.  The first two
shots hit him squarely on the forehead and the third hit his left cheek. He
barely seemed to notice and continued to buck his ass onto my face,
smearing my own spit all over me. His orgasm seemed to go on forever and I
just kept ramming my tongue in and out of his ass as hard as I could manage
even though my jaw was starting to get tired.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!?!"

The sudden intrusion into our post-orgasmic comedown was a shock to us
both. Jeff jumped up and sent me flying off the bed when his legs kicked
out. I went flying off the bed and landed hard on my ass. I bumped my head
against the wall kind of hard and I saw stars. I must have been physically
stunned because I felt a sudden loss of equilibrium and I lost some of the
emotional intensity of the moment. Jeff sat on the bed, his cum beginning
to dry on his face, and looked stunned himself. Dad ran over to me and took
me in his strong arms and held me against his burly torso. I nestled in
against him weakly while I held the back of my head. I inhaled his manly
aroma deeply and I felt safe and protected.

"Dad, I..." Jeff started.

"Don't. Don't say a word. Go into the bathroom and clean off your face!
Then I want you to take a walk...a long walk. I'll deal with you later,"
Dad cut him off.

Jeff grabbed up his discarded clothing and took off out of the room. I
heard him briefly run some water in the bathroom and then he was out the
door. Dad sat down on the bed while still holding me close to his chest. I
was thanking God that I still had my pants on because being this close to
my dad brought my boner back in force.

Dad started stroking my hair and then asked, his voice quiet, "Are you
okay, Peter?"

I reluctantly pulled away from his chest and shyly looked at him. I had
feared this moment for weeks, but now that it was here I felt strangely
calm about it. It was as if all of the tension and worry about being caught
had been a balloon and Dad finally catching us had popped it.

I looked up at Dad sheepishly and said, "I'm fine, Dad. I just bumped my
head. I guess I was more surprised than anything."

"YOU were surprised?" he half-chuckled, "I don't think you have the market
cornered on that, Peter."

I pushed my face back into his chest. Dad had been outside cleaning the
grill and he had been doing it with his shirt off. I could smell his fresh
sweat coming off his hairy chest and wafting up from under his arms. His
chest hair tickled my nose and I rubbed my face against it. For some reason
it comforted me.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I sniffled, "We...I didn't want you to see that."

Dad held me tighter to him, "its okay, son. I'll admit I was startled, but
I'm not angry with you at all. I just want you to tell me...did Jeff make
you do something you didn't want to do? You don't have to be scared to tell
me the truth."

That question made me look up into his face. His big brown eyes were
staring back at me, filled with concern. His square jaw was set as if he
were steeling himself for the worse, except I wasn't sure what he would
think the worst answer was.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "No Daddy. Jeff didn't make me do
anything. I...I wanted to do it. I like doing what I can to make him feel
good."

Dad sat there holding me in his arms quietly. He was looking in my
direction, but he wasn't focused on me. He seemed to be staring at some
point beyond me and I started to wonder if he even knew I was still
there. He must have realized he was spacing out because he shook his head
and focused back on me. He simply said, "I see."

The silence was thick in the room and I realized that my close proximity
with my father was causing my woody to come back. I knew this was possibly
the worst time to get an erection, so I tried to ignore and I squirmed a
bit so that Dad wouldn't notice at well.

"Are you mad at me now, Dad?" I asked.

The silence in the room ticked by slowly as Dad seemed to be considering
his answer. He started and stopped once or twice before reaching some kind
of internal decision and said, "No, son, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not
mad at Jeff anymore either. It is perfectly natural for two teenage boys to
be curious and experiment with one another. I did some of the same things
with your uncle when I was your age. I hadn't thought about it for a long
time now and I guess I kind of forgot. I just saw you, well..."

"Licking Jeff's butt?" I finished, helpfully.

Dad continued, "Uh, yes, licking your brother's butt. I saw you doing that
and I just had a knee jerk reaction to it. Where did the two of you get the
idea to that?"

This was not the question I had expected my father to ask me. My mind
started racing, wondering how much I should tell him or where I should
start. Did I tell him about the bathroom stuff? Or about the fooling around
that we had been doing with Warren? I didn't think it would be a very good
idea to mention Pastor Jon, Frank, or the Stroshine brothers. I'm afraid my
young age caught up with me at that point and I couldn't think of a lie
quick enough to cover my sudden stunned silence.

My Dad's eyes narrowed thoughtfully and I started to squirm a bit in his
lap. In the midst of my squirm I had a shocking realization! My Dad's cock
was thick and hard underneath my butt! This, of course, changed
everything. I may not be able to convincingly lie out of an awkward
situation, but thanks to recent events I knew exactly how to handle a hard
cock. I mentally calmed myself and ground my ass into my Dad's crotch while
looking him right in the face.

"It's kind of a long story, Dad," I began, "Are you sure you want to hear
it?"

My father swallowed hard at my movement and my words and nodded his head in
the affirmative. I twisted around in his lap so that I was facing him,
arranging my legs so that I was straddling him comfortably. I had my arms
wrapped around his neck for support. I used to sit like this with him when
I was much younger and I had forgotten how much I loved it.

I then let the whole story spill out. I purposefully left out any names,
but otherwise he got the whole story. I told him about my first glory hole
experience and how I enjoyed it so much that I had to try it again. I told
him about a father and son that joined me in the toilet stall and the older
gentleman who gave me my first blowjob. I related the story of how Jeff and
I had done it with a friend of ours and how I had visited the older
gentleman's house and did it with him and his two friends. With a tremble
in my voice I told him how much I loved the feel of raw dick in my mouth
and cum shooting down my throat. I told him how much I enjoyed the
salty-sweet taste of ejaculate and how I hadn't been able to get enough of
it since my first taste. I let him know that the ass eating had come later
and I had been surprised how much I enjoyed the feel and taste of a man's
ass on my tongue. About half way through my tale I began to gently rock
back and forth on his lap and I could feel his cock throb the further into
my story I got. When I was finished I sat there and looked straight at him,
waiting for the verdict.  Dad's eyes were only half opened when I finished
my confession. They looked kind of glassy and out of focus, like he was
concentrating on the feelings in his cock rather than my words. I slowly
increased the pressure on his lap and that seemed to wake him up a bit. He
put his big, strong hands on my hips and stopped my playful grinding.

He looked into my eyes and said, "That's quite a story, Peter. I'm really
not quite sure what to say to you," he faltered for a minute, "Is all of
what you just told me really true? Did you really have sex with those men?
Did you...eat their...cum?"

"Yes, Dad, I did," I said, "and I loved it. I can't explain why, but it is
something I just can't seem to stop doing."

"Petey, you can't continue going into public bathrooms and having sex with
strange men. It just isn't right. They could have hurt you or taken
you. They shouldn't have taken advantage of you like they did in the first
place. Playing around with Jeff or even your friend is one thing, but it's
quite another to do so with grown men," he said sternly.

"But why Daddy? I liked it and they liked. Nobody got hurt or anything. It
was a blast!" I said.

"I know it must have seemed very...exciting to you, Peter, but that doesn't
make it right. They broke the law when they did those things with you," he
countered.

"If you say so, Dad, but it was still fun," I pouted and then began my
gyrations again, "You seem to be pretty excited by it too."

My Dad shifted in his seat and tried to move me off his lap, but I had my
legs securely wrapped around his waist. He looked distinctly uncomfortable
and he said, with a grimace, "Now Peter, you have to stop this. It would be
even worse for me to do those...things..."

"Dad, I can tell you are a little uncomfortable with this, but I have to
ask. Can I please see it?" I hesitated for a moment, "Your dick, I mean."

My dad looked away from me and I could tell he was weighing his
options. The struggle in his mind flickered across his face like a strobe
light. His cock was still poking me in the butt through our pants and sweat
had broken out across his bared chest and it glistened in the midday summer
sun streaming through the window like a thin layer of diamond dust across
his furry chest. He finally closed his eyes and there was an almost
imperceptible nod of his head as if he had made a decision and was silently
agreeing with himself.

"Okay, Peter," he said, his voice a strained whisper, "Get off of my lap
and I'll show it to you."

I clapped my hands together and disengaged myself from his lap. It was a
little awkward, what with his cock being so hard, but I got off of his lap
and slid to the floor in front of him. I sat on my knees, as if in prayer,
and quietly waited for him to unveil his cock.

Dad fumbled with the belt on his shorts and then undid the snap at his
waist. He half stood as he lowered the zipper and then sat back down
again. He seemed to be having second thoughts, but he let a small breath,
stood up again quickly, and pushed his shorts down to his ankles revealing
a the white expanse of his briefs stretched tight over his tumescent
cock. I could see the head of his cock bulging out and the impression in
his underwear was soaked through with precum. It made a circle around his
cock the size of a fifty cent piece. He hooked his fingers in the waist
band of his underwear and they soon joined his shorts around his ankles.

Dad's cock sprung out of his underwear and I let out a small gasp because
the motion of its flopping sent a clear drop of gooey precum to splat
against my cheek. Without thinking my tongue snaked out and licked it up
and I reveled in the taste of my Dad's juice. My Dad looked a bit shocked,
but his cock began to throb even harder.

Dad's cock was huge! It was easily the biggest piece of meat I had ever
seen up close and personal. It was easily seven inches long and it was
straight as an arrow, although its hardness caused it to bob up and
down. He had a huge bush which mingled with the hair from his belly and
spread down around his thighs and joined together again on his furry
balls. His nuts were partially obscured by all of the hair, but I could
still tell they were also fairly large. He was very excited so they were
pulled up close to his body which made it even harder to gauge their actual
size. I leaned in closer to get a better look and I could see that the hair
at the base of his cock actually went up the shaft, like a line of ivy up a
pole.  The closer I got the stronger his smell became. I briefly closed my
eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the mingled smells of his sweaty
balls, his body wash, and that indescribable manly musk. My own cock needed
some air and, without checking to see what he thought about it, I hurriedly
let it out of my fly and gave it a couple of hard jerks. My Dad's eyes grew
as wide as saucers when he saw me playing with myself while admiring his
cock.

"Wow, Dad," I said, "You've got a huge dick! Can I touch it?"

Wordlessly Dad scouted his butt forward on the bed, almost smacking me in
the face with dick. I smiled up at him and then my gaze wandered down his
fur covered chest and stomach and back down to his genitals. Suddenly I was
a little nervous and my hand trembled a bit as I reached for it. I grasped
it lightly at first and I once again marveled at how something so strong
and erect could also be so soft and silky. It was wide as well as long and
I could barely get my fingers all the around it. I started moving my hand
up and down its length, slowly jacking him which caused a small moan to
escape his lips. Encouraged by his pleasure sounds, I used my other hand to
run my fingers through his bush, enjoying the feel and then easily
scratching through it. I lifted my hand to my nose for a moment and inhaled
the smell of my Dad on my fingertips. It was like the smell of his chest,
but stronger, and I thought I could detect a hint of Jeff's ass as well
from when I was eating him out.

Dad was off in a world of his own. He leaned his head back and closed his
eyes. His mouth was hanging open, slack-jawed, and his breathing became a
bit heavier. His dick rested in my grip like it was an animal independent
from the rest of his body. The head was huge and angry looking and it was
dripping fluid like a faucet. I couldn't resist the siren call of his cock
any longer so brought my mouth closer for a taste.

Dad's ass flew off the bed and he nearly had a heart attack at the first
swab of my tongue over his cockhead. The small groans became more extended
and as his butt slowly eased back down I took the plunge and shoved half of
his cock into my hungry mouth. It was hot and meaty and I instantly forgot
who I was and whose cock I had in my mouth. At that point I was nothing
more than a starving cumslut and I was impatient to have this beautiful
piece of meat disgorge its liquid glory into the recesses of my mouth.

While I was frantically working my way down to the base of his cock, my
Dad's hands rested carefully on the top of my head.  He was trying to hold
me in place, but I was fighting him because I thought he was trying to make
me stop. I soon realized that this was not his intent, so I relaxed and
gave myself over to him completely. While holding my head he began to
slowly fuck my mouth, drawing his cock slowly out of my grasping lips until
only the head remained and then sinking it back in. Each time he reentered
my mouth he shoved his cock a little deeper until I finally had the whole
thing lodged securely in my throat.  Never before had I been so happy for
all of the practice I had gotten in with the guys.

The whole time he was gently seesawing in and out of my mouth I was running
my tongue up and down the length of his penis, concentrating my efforts on
the tip of his cock and his pee slit in order to get as much of his tasty
precum as possible. I moaned every time he bottomed out in my throat. I
made sure that I squeezed the head hard whenever it entered my throat. Once
again I found myself in that calm place, filled with hard cock, and loving
every minute of it.

Dad began to quicken his pace and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out
much longer. I was just too hungry and my mouth to tight and slick for him
to prolong it more than a few minutes. I cast my gaze upwards and saw that
he was looking back at me, his eyes glassy with lust. His face was now
covered with a fine sheen of sweat and his chest was dripping with it. I
could feel the warm, salty drops landing on my face when they were
disgorged from the hair on his chest by his almost violent fucking motion.

Finally Dad spoke and he said, "Oh Petey, I can't believe that I'm doing
this and I can't believe how good you are at it! You are making Daddy feel
sooooo good. Do you want to drink my load, son?"

I nodded as best as I could with a mouth full of cock, not that it mattered
too much. I had a feeling that Dad was going pump his load down his baby
boy's throat whether I wanted it or not. Of course, I did want it and
badly. I felt Dad's cock start to expand with the telltale signs of an
imminent orgasm. I put my hands on his thick thighs to brace myself for the
deluge of sperm that I just knew I was going to get.  Dad stopped moving
entirely and jus held me in place. His eyes were welded shut and he almost
had a pained look on his face. He then cried out and his cum started to
spray out the head of his prick. The first two shots were stringy and
watery, as if the really cum was pushing out the last vestiges of precum
from the shaft. The third, fourth, and fifth volleys were the real
thing-thick and warm and salty with a slightly bitter taste. My mouth was
filled to bursting with his cum and I held it in my mouth for as long as I
could stand it in order to savor its texture and flavor. I swallowed the
load then and continued to nurse at the head, coaxing a few weak dribbles
from his well-milked balls.

Sometime during his orgasm Dad had let go of my head and dropped back onto
my bed. He was gasping for breath and his legs were still trembling. I
continued to suck on his softening cock, rolling the head around in my
mouth like a piece of candy. I was completely absorbed in my task and so I
didn't notice my Dad had recovered somewhat and was gazing down at me. What
a sight I must have been! His fat little boy, lips and cheeks smeared with
saliva and cock juice, pigging out on his Daddy's big dick. To my relief he
looked relaxed and had a lazy smile on his face.

Dad's hand returned to my head and he gently stroked my hair while I
continued to suck his cock. He must have really liked what he saw and what
he felt because I could feel him getting harder. This, of course, made me
even more excited and I started to redouble my efforts. I was very
conscious of how sensitive a dick can get after cumming and I tried to pay
attention the smallest reaction from Dad. I figured that if I got too rough
with it in a sensitive state that he might make me stop.

I turned out that I had nothing to worry about. His cock was soon rock hard
again and he was beaming down at me when he said, "Peter, no man wants to
ever hear this about his son, much less say it himself, but you are very
good at sucking cock."

I pulled off of his meat, but kept jacking it so that it wouldn't deflate
on me. I smiled back at him and said, "I told you I loved it, Dad. Can I
keep going? Will you feed me some more cum?"

"I haven't cum twice this close together since I was in college, little
man, but it looks like you'll be able to help me pull it off," he said,
"but why don't we try something else this time."

He stood up and I must have had a look of profound disappointment on my
face because he laughed and lay back down on the bed with his head on my
pillow. He told me to take off my clothes and then gestured for me to join
him on the single bed. I was confused at first as I jumped on the bed with
my hard cock leading the way, but realization soon dawned on me.

"Do you know what a '69' is, son?" Dad asked.

"Boy, do I!" I said, excitement crowding my voice, "Do you suck cock
too!?!"

"Well, remember when I said I hadn't cum twice in a row since college?" he
asked

"Yeah."

"Well, I did it when I was '69'ing with my college roommate," he answered
and he waggled his eyebrows at me.

No more needed to be said. I jumped on top of my Dad and he let out a
'whoof' of air and laughed. I spread myself out over the top of his body
and luxuriated in the feel of his furry body rubbing against mine. I
quickly found his cock again and I popped it back in my mouth. I was quite
a bit shorter than my Dad so the angle was a little awkward, but he managed
to get ahold of my four and a half inch boner. He complimented me on the
size and thickness and rubbed his hands through my bush, causing me to
shiver appreciatively.

"Damn, Petey, you have almost as much hair down here as your Dad," he said
as he continued to stroke my cock and my pubes, "You are going to end up
being as hairy as me! I hadn't realized how much you've developed. It's
been a while since I've seen you naked."

I was barely able to concentrate on slobbering his knob while the intense
feelings shot through my cock and into my brain like a lightning rod of
lust. Then, without any warning, his mouth suddenly engulfed my throbbing
cocklet. I mashed my pelvis against his face and ground my cock into his
mouth. A hungry sound escaped from him and he was suddenly out of control
and feasting on my cock like he was drowning my balls were filled with
air. I started humping into his mouth and knew that this was going to be
one quick cum. I was surrounded by the smells of sex. Me, my Dad's sweat
and cum, Jeff's ass on my face, it all combined together into the most
aromatic of bouquets. We were both slick as otters with sweat and I was
slipping and sliding over his chest and stomach. I had to let his cock drop
out of my mouth as I couldn't concentrate on anything but the intense
blowjob my dear old Dad was giving me. I had reached the point of no return
and I nearly screamed with the force of my orgasm.

I don't know how much cum I fed to my Dad, but it was enough to cause him
to gag a bit before he could swallow it down his throat. Once I started to
cum he stopped sucking me and just let me cock rest in his mouth while it
spurted away. I was caught in a lustful frenzy when I opened my eyes and
saw my Dad's prick hovering in front of my piggy face. I grabbed a hold of
it with my mouth, no hands necessary, and dove down the length. The force
of my movement dislodged my cock from his mouth and I started rubbing it
frantically against their on his chest while I greedily attacked his dick.

It still felt so good, like I hadn't stopped orgasming. Dad tensed up
suddenly and once again my mouth filled up with his hot cock lava. I gulped
at it and continued to grind my cock into his breastbone and I started to
spontaneously cum again, squirting my much thinner goo onto his chest,
mixing with the sweat and making it even more slippery of a surface for me
to rub against. His just kept cumming and cumming and I swallowed as much
as I could before it started leaking out of my mouth and pooling in his
pubes and running down his nuts to soak into my bed sheets. When he finally
finished shooting, his cock went from totally hard and squishy soft in the
time it took to say it.

We were both totally wiped and I couldn't move from his body. I could feel
my semen growing cool and tacky between us. Dad was chuckling to himself
and rubbing his hands over my bare ass which was basically staring him in
the face. My head was spinning and I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

"Oh Dad," I gasped, "That was so good. Please tell me we can do that
again."

"Well, I don't know," he said, with mock thoughtfulness, "I guess we'll
have to see if you are good boy and mind me and your mother."

We both started to laugh at that point and I swung around to look him in
the face. I beamed down at him and he looked drowsily happy. I started to
lean down to kiss him tenderly on the lips when we both heard a sound
behind us followed two hands clapping together.

"Wow. Nice show guys. Any chance I can have a turn now?"

It was Jeff. How many times is he going to walk in on me having sex with an
older guy?

TO BE CONTINUED...