Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2008 14:24:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Looking after my best interests - Chapter 2

"Now clean yourself up good, Tommy, and then you can do Bruce as well," he
said.  I wiped up my cum and licked it from my fingers.  Then, while Bruce
looked on incredulously, I sucked his cock deep into my throat and cleaned
it all up.

"Bruce, I want you to feel free to visit us anytime.  And I want you to
know that Tommy is available to you any time you want.  He is quite
versatile, and there is not much he can't do."  He smiled again, as he
stroked his dick.  "And if you know any other boys from school that might
be interested, just bring them by here after school and introduce them to
me.  I like to see Tommy getting to know the other boys in school."  He
smiled that winning smile of his, and I knew that he was just looking after
my best interests.

Bruce left shortly after that, and I wondered all night what he thought
about all that had happened.  As usual, I fixed dinner for dad and me; did
the dishes; worked on my homework; and then went to watch TV with him.
"So, Bruce seemed like a nice kid," he said, with his arm around my
shoulders, playing with my nipple.

"Yes, he is a nice guy.  I have him in several classes."  I didn't want to
talk too much about it, as I was still trying to figure out how I felt
about the whole thing.  I knew that I had gotten so turned on by it, and
also felt humiliated by it.  I think my dad knew that I wasn't together
with it yet, because he didn't push it.

While we were watching TV, he played with my nipples, twisting them between
his fingers and, every now and then, pinching them.  He knew that drove me
crazy.  It was my cue to play with his dick, stroking it, rolling his balls
around in my hand, and fondling his cock.  Soon he would get hard.

Then the next thing that happened was that he slid his arm down and started
fingering my hole.  He would work a couple of fingers in and start wiggling
them around.  This would really push me to the edge, and I would then get
hard.

After a half an hour of this, he would tell me to get up and bend over the
arm of the sofa.  He would then move up behind me and push his dick in all
the way.  He had this timed so that he could watch his programs and fuck
me.  He would really ram it home during commercials, and slowly fuck during
the show.  Then once the show was over, he would take it all the way to his
climax, which often brought mine on as well.

Once done, I would lick his dick clean while he came down from his high.
We would watch tv for a bit more, and then it was time to go to bed.  We
shared the same bed, and slept naked.  He said this kept me ready for him
anytime he needed it.  I had been brought out of sleep many times by either
a cock being stuck into my mouth or up my ass.

Not that I didn't enjoy that.  My dad always held me close and told me how
much he loved me.  He loved me, and I knew he did.  He had developed this
unique way to show me he did, and I enjoyed sleeping next to him, cuddling
up close to him, and listening to his gentle snoring.

He worked out at least 3 times a week, and made sure that I worked out at
least four.  We had our own training room.  He always wore a jock and, most
of the time, I went naked.  For a couple of exercises he would have me wear
a jock, so I didn't smash my balls or something.

We ran 3 days a week when the weather was nice, and swam the rest of the
year.  He kept himself in great shape and wanted me to do the same; he said
he liked his boy masculine and fit.

He usually kissed me before I went off to school, and it wasn't just a
peck; he used his tongue and everything.  It just lit me up and made me
want to do well in school.

I saw Bruce during my second class.  He smiled and then blushed.  I could
tell he was having trouble with what had happened.  So at lunch, I got him
to go outside and sit with me while we ate our home-made lunches.  We were
out by ourselves under the shade of a big oak tree.

"Look, about yesterday," I started.

But he took over. "Look Tom, I don't know what to think.  Are you okay with
all of that?  I mean your dad and all the," he paused, "stuff?"

"Yeah, I guess, I mean, I don't know."  I fumbled around my answer.  I took
a deep breath.  "Look, if you didn't like it or don't want to do it, that's
okay with me.  But I do love my dad, and he has taught me some amazing
things and, I don't know, I somehow get off on the whole thing."  I looked
him in the eyes for a second, trying to read them, but then looked back
down at my sandwich.

"The whole thing is a bit humiliating at times, but I guess I kind of get
off on that," I said quietly.

"And," I rushed on, "I liked doing those things with you.  But if you
didn't, or you felt forced or anything, I don't want you to do more."

I started to rush on again, but he stopped me with an upraised hand.
"Look, Tom, I have wondered about doing things with a guy for a long time.
I have surfed around and jerked off," he blushed a bit at that, "thinking
about guys."  He looked up at me, "And I was scared, with your dad there,
and him making you do those things; but I was really turned on by it."

Neither of us said anything for a bit.  Then we both started talking at the
same time.  We laughed.  This was more the way we had been before last
night.  We were just getting to know each other and now this laughter felt
more comfortable.

"Your dad is hot!" he said, and blushed again.

I smiled and nodded.  "Yeah, he is a very special dad."

I waited a bit and said, "So do you want to come over again this
afternoon?" I held my breath waiting for his answer.

"Will your dad be there?" he asked, as he looked up at me.

I smiled and said, "Yeah.  What? You want to jump his bones, or mine?"

He laughed and said, "Both!"?  I laughed.  I liked him with his humor back,
knowing that he could joke with me.  "Well, Dad is strictly a top; you can
have him fuck you, or you can suck him, but don't think you are getting him
to suck you!"  I smiled at the look on his face.

"Your dad would let me suck him?  Or he would fuck me?"  I could see the
tent growing in his shorts.  I looked around, and then reached over and
pinched the tent.  "Which one gets you the hardest?"

He blushed deeply then.  "I, ah, just, I don't know," he said, and smiled
meekly.

"But you want to experiment?" I asked kiddingly.

He nodded his head.  "Do you think that you and I could, I mean, just you
and me, ah, have some time?"

I nodded my head again, thinking, "Look, any night you want to spend the
night, we could have my room to ourselves.  My dad always wants me to
experiment and get to know guys.  So I am sure he would be fine with it.
Tomorrow is Friday; why don't you ask your parents if you can spend the
weekend working on `our project'." I made the quotation marks with my
fingers.

I knew what he was thinking.  "And, yes, my dad will be around, so there
will be plenty of chances for you to experiment."  He blushed again.

We shared a bit more about our childhood, parents, and growing up - without
touching on sex again.  I think he was embarrassed by all that he had
already said.

After lunch, we went off to classes.  I had him in one more class in the
afternoon, and he gave me a "Hi," when he saw me.

After school, I was fairly excited about the upcoming weekend.  I kept
thinking of how I wanted to "get to know" Bruce better, and I wondered what
my dad would think of it.  I know he always wanted me to bring guys over.
But I didn't know how he would be about just Bruce and I fooling around
together.

When I walked into the house, there was my dad sitting in his favorite
chair, just in his boxers as usual.  They were so worn and all that it
wasn't any wonder that Bruce had been looking up the legs at his equipment.

"Tommy, so glad you are home," he said, and smiled.  I knew that meant I
was going to service him before doing anything else.  I sat my backpack
down and headed towards him.  That's when I noticed someone else in the
room.

"Tommy, do you remember Bill?  He is a bag boy at the grocery store.  I
think he goes to your school, don't you, Bill?"

"Yep, sure do," he said, with great confidence.  I had seen him around
school alright.  He hung around with a bunch of jocks that bordered on
being bullies.

"Bill helped me out to the car with the groceries and we got to talking.
He was just about done with his shift, and I offered him a beer.  He rode
home with me."  My dad smiled that famous smile of his.  "Being men, we
naturally got to talking about sex.  I told him that you would be perfect
for him to get his rocks off.  Said he hadn't gotten to score with any of
the girls this week, and was tired of using his hand."

He looked from me to Bill. "So you want to give him a try?" my dad asked.

Just like that, slam, bam, thank you, ma'am, and I was being offered up.

"He really takes it up the ass?" Bill asked, adjusting his crotch.

"In the ass, in the mouth, uses his hands, feet, or whatever turns you on.
He gets so turned on by a dick up his ass that I swear he thinks it's a
pussy!"  My dad chuckled at that.

"No shit!" Bill said, appraising me.

"Tommy, why don't you get out of those clothes and show Bill your boy
pussy."  I went red.  No matter how often things like this happened, it
never ceased to embarrass me.  And at the same time, it made me hard as a
rock.  I think my wiring was messed up or something, because the more he
humiliated me and put me down, the harder and hornier I got.

I still swallowed and fought to get my breathing under control.  My heart
was racing as I pulled off my t-shirt, then unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped
them, and pushed them down to the floor.  I stepped out of them, picked
them up, folded them, and put them on the arm of the chair.

Then, with heat radiating from my face, I turned, bent over, and held my
ass cheeks apart for Bill to assess.  "Fuck!  I can't believe a guy would
just offer his hole up like that.  And damned if his dick ain't stiffenin'
right up."

"Tommy, why don't you make Bill comfortable and get him all ready to slip
it to you," my dad said, smiling and scratching his crotch.

I turned back around, and came over and knelt in front of Bill.  He gave an
evil chuckle, spread his legs, and let me unzip him and pry out his
hardening cock.  It smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in a couple of
days.

While I untangled his dick from his boxers and freed his balls, I reviewed
my mental image of Bill.  He was about six feet tall, athletic - without
being a muscle bound freak, thick black hair - that always hung disheveled
over his eyes.  And he always looked like he needed to shave.  His dark
beard, standing out in stark contrast to his pale complexion, made his
strong jaw line even more distinguished.  His eyes were a piercing blue,
and the bushy eyebrows framing them always made him look sinister.

His pubic hair was just as black and thick as that on his head, but wiry
and straighter than my curly pubes; his balls were covered in the same
black hair. By now, his dick was filling out to a thick six and a half
inches.  He sat with his hands clasped behind his head, and I lowered my
head onto his dick.

"He's a cocksucker, too!" he exclaimed, as I licked around the head of his
cock and then took the head into my mouth.

"And a damn good one, too," my dad added, with what sounded like pride.

Bill let a groan escape as I continued to work on his cock.  "Never had a
good one of these; most chicks won't suck a guy's dick.  I can't believe a
guy does this."

I continued to work on his cock, knowing that I was to lube him up for my
ass.  He put his hand on the back of my head, pushing me all the way down
onto his dick, and held it there.  He laughed when I struggled to breathe
after a bit.

My dad had me get up and lean over the sofa arm so Bill could line up on my
ass.  Bill stood, losing his shorts in the process, and moved behind me.
He forced his dick into me in one thrust, causing me pain and making me
moan.  He just laughed, and then started pumping on my ass.  "Man, his hole
is tight!  Can't believe he lets guys do this, but obviously he is getting
off on it."

"Yeah, he's a real slut.  He can never get enough of it," my dad said, now
stroking his cock.  "I have to give it to him every morning and evening.
That's why it's good when I can get one of you younger guys to help out."

"Any time," Bill said, pounding away on my ass.  My dick was crushed
between the arm of the sofa and my stomach.  It was rock hard and leaking
away.  I knew I was probably going to cum before he was finished; I just
felt it.

My dad moved over so I could suck him while Bill continued to pound on my
ass.  I tightened my hole around his dick, and heard him moan.  Dad had
taught me well on how to please a guy.

My eyes were closed, as I licked and sucked my dad's dick and absorbed
Bill's thrusts.  He grabbed hold of my shoulders to get a better grip, and
began pushing deeper into me.

He began to pant, and I knew that it wouldn't be long now; I felt my own
rush building.  Grunting and pushing in long deep thrusts, he worked away
on my ass.  Then I felt the blast of hot cum in my ass, which sent me over
the edge, and I began to shoot as well.  "Fucking slut!" he bellowed, as he
shot into me.

My dad laughed and began to fill my mouth with his cum.  He always liked
seeing me used by other guys.  I knew it was a turn on for him.

He ruffled my hair as I cleaned his dick.  Bill at first collapsed onto my
back, but then he rose up and pulled out.  He slapped my ass and said,
"That is one tight ass, mother fucker!"

Bill didn't seem to mind that he was naked from the waist down as he stood
there.  I moved off the sofa arm, and my mess was noticeable.  He just
laughed. "Fucking slut gets off on it, too!"

I reddened again.  I knew I would have to anyway, so I knelt and cleaned
his cock.  "Yeah, you have him trained well," he said, as he pushed my head
onto his dick.

"Bill, that's why I like for guys to come over.  It keeps him in practice.
So tell your friends to stop by and to use him whenever they can."  I had
released his dick; now I dropped my head in shame.  My dad was again
telling someone to spread the word that I could be used at any time.

"I certainly will.  I know a couple of guys that would really get off on
this!"  He walked over, picked up his boxers and shorts, stepped into them,
and fastened his shorts.

"Thanks, again!"  he said, as he headed towards the door.

"Tommy, was that fun?  You did very well," my dad said, coming over,
ruffling my hair, and wiping his wet cock across my face.  I nodded, as a
couple of tears leaked out.  I didn't know if it was pride that he was
commending me for, or embarrassment at being humiliated and used.

"Good. Now get dinner ready," he said, lifting me up and then giving me a
slap on my ass.  I fixed dinner, did the dishes, worked on my homework, and
joined him on the sofa.  It was the typical pattern, and he was fucking me
before the evening was over.  He never got me off, unless I came when he
was fucking me.  But he always told me to jerk myself off if I didn't get
off.  He said he liked to watch me show how much he turned me on.  I could
only cum during commercial breaks.

That night in bed, he had me clean his armpits before I moved over and
started sucking on his nipples.  He loved it when I called this nursing,
and it always got him hard.  Sometimes he would stroke his dick while I did
this; sometimes I would stroke him.

We fell asleep this way.

I was in the locker room after gym class, when Bill came up to me and said,
"So slut, I think you need a good fucking right now!"  I had been sitting
in front of my locker in my jock.  He threw me onto the bench and ripped my
jock off, pushing his own jock down, and then impaled me right there.

My scream from the pain brought others to watch.  They started laughing as
he punished my ass by slapping it and pounding it with his forceful
thrusts.  "This bitch just loves this!  And his dad pimps him out; says he
can never get enough dick."

"Does he suck cock?" one of the guys asked.

"He is a cocksucking slut.  There isn't anything he won't do!" Bill said,
as he continued to pound my ass.

One of the guys came around and sat down in front of me on the bench.  He
pulled his dick out of his jock, and it was huge!  Then he slid it up to my
mouth and, when I opened, he pushed it all the way in, choking me.

My own cock was hard and being painfully rubbed on the wooden bench that I
was lying on.  All the guys were now piling on the verbal abuse. "How low
is that, a guy letting himself get fucked, and sucking off a guy in the
school locker room?"

"Fucking faggot!  And his dad pimps him out?"  "Bet his dad fucks him!"
"Bet his sister fucks him!"  "We need gym class to be this fucker letting
us all get off in him!"  "Man, can't believe a guy would do this!"  and on
and on.

One guy pulled his jock aside and began to piss on me.  "Little pig, needs
to be marked!  He belongs to us!"  The shouting got louder as Bill grunted
and pumped my ass.  All the guys were urging him on.  "Fuck that boy's
pussy!"

Bill grabbed my shoulders and pushed deep inside me, and began to fill me
up.  That must have triggered the guy in my mouth, because he began to fill
it.  I was shooting all over the bench, which only caused the guys to razz
me more.  "The fucker gets off on it!"

Then I heard, "What the fuck is going on here!"  I looked up to see the
coach storming towards the gathering of guys.  They backed out of his way,
leaving a path to me.  "What are you doing to this boy?"

"Coach, Tommy, is a fucking slut.  His dad invited me over to fuck him, and
told me to tell the guys at school.  So I was just showing the guys what a
slut he really is!"

"That so?"  Coach looked around at the guys.

"Well, let's just give him a try then!" The coach was behind me, shoving
his dick up my ass.

"No!" I screamed, and was silenced by a cock being stuck in my mouth.

"Wake up!"  My ass was being smacked.  It seemed like a long way back from
the dream.  I was shaking and sweating, as my dad smacked my ass again.

"What's wrong with you?  You were thrashing all over the bed!  And you kept
poking me with your dick!"  He sighed and said, "What kind of dream were
you having?"

I knew I had to be truthful with him.  After I had my breathing back in
control, I tried to relate as much as I could remember from the dream.
When I was finished he said, "What does your coach look like?"

I was stunned by his question.  "He's about 25, looks like he was a
gymnast, brown, short cut hair.  Golden hair on his legs; dimple in the
middle of his chin; likes to play tennis, and is always smiling.  Even his
blue green eyes light up when he smiles.  He is always in tennis shorts and
a white polo shirt or school t-shirt.  It seems like he has always just
finished a workout, as the shirt is always wet, as is the waistband of his
shorts and down the back of his shorts is."

My dad smiled and said, "And have you ever seen him naked?"

"No!" I said.  "I did see him, well a glimpse of him, once in his office,
which is above the locker rooms.  The window of his office looks down onto
the locker room.  And I looked up and saw him pulling up his shorts over
his jock and zipping up."

He squeezed my dick. "And you would like to have him fuck you?"

"No!"  I trembled at the thought.  What would Mr. Fitzgerald think of me?
Guys in the school called him Jizzfellow, as a play on his name.

Dad took my balls in his hand and gently applied pressure.  "Maybe you
should invite him over for dinner this weekend?"

"Dad, no, please."  My heart was pounding.  "Besides, Bruce is going to
come over and spend the weekend."

"Did you ask me if it was okay if Bruce came over?" he said, and I heard
the sternness in his voice.

"No, Sir," I said, and then kept my mouth shut.

"I want his father's phone number so I can call and talk to him," he said.
My stomach tightened, as I wondered what he was going to say to Bruce's
dad.

"Now, go back to sleep, and be still so I can get some sleep," he said, as
he reached up and turned off the bedside lamp.

I lay there listening to his breathing deepen, as I fought the panic that
wanted to rush through me.  Was he going to tell Bruce's dad what was going
on over here?  Was he going to tell him about me?  I lay there running
`what if's' through my mind, until sometime in the early morning, I fell
asleep.

I woke to my dad sticking his finger into my hole, lubing me up.  I grabbed
the pillow and put it under my crotch to get into the position he liked
best.  He removed his finger and slid his dick home in my ass.  I moaned
with the pleasure of it, and he said, "Good morning, son."

As usual, he took his time enjoying me squeezing his dick with my ass.  He
moved me up into more of a doggie style, and told me to jerk off as he
fucked me.  He wanted to see how much I enjoyed his dick in my ass.

I nodded around a groan, and began to do as directed.  I had to adjust my
right hand's position to take the pressure he was applying to my ass.  Then
I closed my eyes and worked away on my dick.  I thought back to how dad had
made me jerk off in front of Bill last night, and it pushed me right to the
edge.

And, as usually, me cumming put the necessary pressure on dad's dick, so he
began to push deep into me and pump out his load.  I knew that he could
come 5 or 6 times a day.  And I was just the same; I seemed to be horny and
ready to go all day long.

That got me thinking of my dream, and I shivered.  My dad slapped my ass as
he withdrew his dick and said, "Off to the showers"

In the showers, I washed my dad.  As often happens, when I was kneeling
washing his legs, he pissed across my back.  I finished washing him, and he
got out to dry.  It was then my turn to clean up and try to get as much cum
as possible out of my ass.  He kept saying he was going to install a
special hose that I could stick up my ass to clean myself out, but he
hadn't done it yet.

I dried and took my clothes downstairs.  I would be allowed to dress just
before I left for school.  A couple of times, when I was being punished, he
pushed me outside and made me get dressed on the porch.

I made breakfast for us.  He worked from home, so he just wore his boxers
around the house.  I kissed him before I left for school.  As I was going
out the door, he said, "Call me with Bruce's dad's cell phone number."  My
stomach knotted at that.

"And what was your coaches name again?" he asked.

My stomach tightened more as I said, "Mr. Fitzgerald.  Why dad?"  I knew I
shouldn't be questioning him, but I had to know.

"I just thought I might call over to the school and have a talk with him
about how you are doing in his class."  He looked over the top of his
newspaper at me, and smiled.

All the way to school, I kept hoping he wasn't going to tell Mr. Fitzgerald
about me.  But I knew he was looking after my best interests; he always
did.  Thank you to all of you that have written with comments, suggestions,
photos and stories, they are always welcome.  Harryrod575@yahoo.com

My stories are listed under authors under H (for harry rod).

have fun

harry