Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2011 17:00:44 -0800 (PST) From: Pete Jackson <peteyjackson87@yahoo.com> Subject: Life with Dad and Rob: One of my First Weekends with Dad and Rob One of my First Weekends with Dad and Rob by Pete Jackson This story is a true account of my childhood experiences. I hope you like it. If you want to share your stories or just e-mail me you can do so at peteyjackson87@yahoo.com. ---------- Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If, for any reason, you are forbidden from accessing or possessing this type of material, do not read any further! The author accepts no responsibility for actions taken by those who read or possess this story, and does not condone or support illegal activities of any kind. Finally, if the type of material contained in this story offends you, do not read it. ---------- It was always a long drive to the cottage-not really a cottage; it was an isolated homesteaders cabin on the lakeshore. The place had three rooms; a large kitchen-sitting room and two small bedrooms. "Dad, who's going to be there?" "Only Rob." "Are you staying?" "Pretty sure, Petey." When we got there, Rob was sitting out front waiting. Rob was in his mid-30's, younger than Dad who was in his early 50's. I was 10. I don't know when Dad met Rob, but I had only met him a couple of months before. He was a fireman-four days on and four days off. I walked up to Rob and he hugged me, also giving me a hard swat on the ass. "Good to see you, Al. Petey can see how glad I am you're here." He took my hand and put it on his crotch. His cock was rock hard in his jeans. "Strip, Pete." I obeyed and stood there naked between the two men. Then we went inside. "Undress your Dad, Petey. And get him hard." Rob sat and watched. I took Dad's clothes off and then put his cock in my mouth. "Like the feel of your son sucking your cock, Al?" "Always, he's a great little cocksucker," Dad replied. "Fuck. Hot little faggot mouth on your boner." Rob stood up and grabbed me by the hair. "Now eat his ass, boy. After a long trip your dad's ass needs a hot little tongue." He pushed my face deep into Dad's crack. "Fucking eat that hole good, Pete, get your fucking tongue into that hole." My face was pushed in hard and held there. I could hardly breathe. I pushed away only to feel Rob's hand pull my face back in. "I said eat that shithole, bitch! Now do it!" Dad pushed his asshole onto my face and moved his hips up and down on my face. "That's it, fucker," said Rob, "eat your father's sweaty asshole." Suddenly, Rob picked me up and took me to the bedroom and threw me on the bed. He started to strip. "Get your dinky hard, boy." I started to play with my dink (I never called it a cock then, only men who came had cocks) and got it hard. Rob crawled on the bed and I just followed. He pushed my head down so it rested on the outside of his thigh. My feet were at the top of the bed. My ass up and his hand on it. He gave my butt a couple of good hard slaps and told Dad, "Suck me, Al. Show your son how to suck a man's cock." My head close to Dad's, I watched as he sucked Rob's tool. Rob's hand was on my ass and he started to feel it up, his fingers going up and down my crack, deeper and deeper. "Suck that cock, Al. Make it throb, fucker." Rob's hands were rough and I could feel his finger rubbing my hole. "Hump the mattress, boy." My hips started to go up and down. With each movement up Rob's rough, dry finger would push on my hole. "Keep sucking man, get me ready." Suddenly... Smack! Smack! Smack!... the full weight of his hand on my bum. It hurt. His finger pushed its way in a little deeper. "What am I doing, Petey?" "You're fingering my hole." Smack! "What am doing, bitch?" "You're finger-fucking my hole" Smack! Smack! "Fucking bitch! Tell me what I'm doing and get it right!" "You're finger-fucking my pussy." "That's right!" His rough, dry finger went in deeper. "Tell me, cocksucker. What is pussy for?" I mumbled, "It's made to fuck." "What, bitch? I didn't hear you." Smack! "It's made to fuck!" "Fuck with what?" "A big, hard man cock." "Like the one your Dad is sucking on, Petey?" "Yes!" "Good, 'cause I'm going to fuck the shit out of your fucking tight pussy!" Almost in one move I was laying butt up in the air, my hips propped up by several pillows. "Hold his shoulders, Al." My Dad got on his knees and put my head between his legs - my head pinned down. "Open his crack, Al." I felt Dad's hands spread my butt cheeks. I could feel Rob's cock at my hole. "Lay still boy." He started to push his cock into me. "Please stop, Rob! Your cock is too big. I need some jelly on my hole!" Smack! "What did you say, bitch?" "Your cock is too big and my pussy needs to be wetter." "Fucking useless piece of cuntmeat! Well, maybe if you ask your Dad really nice he will keep your pussy wet." "Please, Daddy, lick Rob's cock and my hole so he can fuck me. Please, Daddy, please!" My head pinned under his crotch, my Dad leaned over my body and started to lick my hole and Rob's cock. Now I couldn't move. All I could do was wait. Rob started to push his cock head into me. I could feel the head spread open my ring. Fuck, it hurt so much. The ring tightened around his shaft. He kept moving in. I could feel Dad's tongue on my hole-his spit helping Rob's cock slide into my hole. Fuck, it really hurt. Then he was all the way in. "Fuck off, Al, and close the door. But Petey, first kiss your Dad's cock and thank him for making you a slut." My Dad hung his boner in my face. I kissed it. "Thank you, Daddy for making me a slut." With that Dad left and I was alone with Rob. Rob started to fuck me holding me down, and pulling me back on his cock if I tried to move. "Take it, boy! Little homo cocksucker, take my big cock! Gonna really let you know you have a fucking pussy. Fucking homos are all the same. Take you, little whore. Do your job, boy, get the cum out!" He rammed my hole hard and fast for what seemed a long time. Then he pulled out and flipped me over. "Suck this cock, slut." I sucked and licked. "Like the taste of pussy, Pete?" "Yes, Rob. I love your cock." I thought it was over. "On your back, slut. And lift those legs. Reach down and open your pussy for me. That's it-love my boy when he is all ready for my pRob. Take this cock, boy. Guide it into your pussy." I took his cock in my hands and put it inside me. He fucked me good-long gentle strokes, then faster. Rob started to moan. "Take it, bitch. Take my motherfucking cock. Make me cum, boy. You want it, Pete?" "Yes, give me your cum. Fill my pussy, Rob." "You want Daddy Rob's cum, Pete?" "Yes, Daddy. Give it to me." "Jesus fucking Christ-take it boy!" I could feel his hot cock all the way in, throbbing inside me. I could feel his cock pulse and the warmth of his cum as he shot in my ass. Suddenly it was over. Rob rolled off of me. He took me in his arms and held me close. "I love you, Petey. There isn't a person on earth I love more. Lay here with me." When I woke up I was alone. I went out into the other room. They were both naked, sitting there, chatting and drinking beer. "Good to see you're up, Pete." Rob said. "We need your help, get over here. On your knees. Bend over the ottoman...That's perfect... Now fuck him, Al. I want to watch you fuck your son."