Date: Mon, 28 Jul 1997 19:57:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: PlowBoyOH@aol.com
Subject: Menage-a-Todd

The following story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sexual
acts. It is intended for adult viewing  of those individuals 18 and over. It
may not be commercially published or reprinted without the expressed written
consent of the author.

Menage-a-Todd
by
Andrew Renz
PlowboyOH@aol.com

   Scott, my best friend, and I went over to his place the other day after
football camp. We were totally spent from heat and the extra long day. Some
jerkwad had lipped off to one of the trainers which cost us all three laps
around the ball field. We were so ready to split that Scott says we should
just go and we could shower at his place then watch some TV. I said, 'cool.'
  So we get to his place and he goes upstairs to take a shower first. I was
hanging around the TV room, drinking a soda, flipping through the channels
when I heard the someone throw their keys on the table. I tried to see who it
was but whoever it was walked upstairs.
  I was kicking back watching 'the Real World' on MTV when I reached for my
can of Coke on the floor. I smacked it while I was groping for it and it fell
over and spilled onto the carpet. I was like, 'shit.' So I ran to kitchen but
I couldn't find any towels. I ran up the steps yelling out Scott's name, but
he wasn't answering me back. So I opened the bathroom door and yelled,
'Scott.' The door was kinda blocked by something and only opened a little
bit. 
  'Uh, yeah?' he said.
  I tried to poke my head in the crack but it didn't fit, so I told what I'd
done and that I needed some towels or something. He says, 'Oh Christ. Hold on
a sec.' 
  I pushed against the door and whatever was blocking it moved and got
inside. Man, I couldn't believe it. Scott's dad was on his knees with his
cock out and he was jerking off. And there was Scott with his cock, rock
hard, in his old man's mouth.
  'What the... ?' I said totally blown away. 'Dude, what are doin', man?'
  Scott shoved his dad backwards and reached for a towel.
  'Man, ain't no use hiding. I already saw it.' I stood there with my mouth
open in disbelief. 'This is too frickin' weird. I'm out,' and I turned to
leave, but Scott grabs me by my shoulder and starts pleading for me not to
leave, not to tell. I said, who in the hell would believe this shit if I did
tell?
  'Todd, maybe I could convince you to stay, make it worth your while to keep
your mouth shut,' Scott's dad said.
  I was still disgusted at their freaky little scene. 'Like how?' I asked,
thinking a cash payoff would be appropriate.
 'Like I could suck you off too,' he said.
  Scott whipped his head back to look at his dad who getting up off the
floor. He looked as shocked as me. Maybe he was jealous.
  His dad says, 'I'll tell you what. You keep your mouth shut about what you
just saw and I'll take care of you too.'
  My knees were shaking, but I was kinda getting a boner. Mr. Schiavo walked
over to me but I didn't look at him. My head was yelling 'run' but my legs
were paralyzed.
  Scott's dad put his hand on my crotch and started rubbing my dick. The more
he rubbed, I couldn't help it, my cock got harder and harder.
  Scott had turned away like he was embarrassed at his dad or something.
Hello? Who was just getting their cock swabbed by his dad, Scott?
  I looked up at the ceiling as his fingers wrapped around my shaft through
my football pants. The water was still running in the shower. The room was
pretty misty.
  He grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them down. My ass got
goosebumps when the cool air hit my flesh. Mr. Schiavo put his mouth on my
jock and sucked on it. My legs almost buckled. I bit my lip. I felt
disgusted.
  I looked over and saw that Scott's cock was tenting his towel. He moved in
closer to his dad's side.
  Mr. Schiavo pulled back the side of my jock and pulled my cock and nuts
out. He let out a little sigh of excitement. I still refused to look.
  I felt his fingers aim my cock upward and his mouth wrapped around the head
of my cock. He moved his lips up and down my shaft. I admit, it was gross,
but was turning me on. I closed my eyes to pretend it was some chick. The
stubble rubbing against my thigh kinda blew that idea, although it coulda
been Mrs. Kyle, the chemistry teacher. That was a more repulsive image than
Scott's old man, though.
  His suction on my cock got stronger. His mouth was crammed with my dick.
His nose was pushing into my abs. He grabbed my hand and put it on his head.
I just left it there until he showed me I was supposed to force his head onto
my cock.
  I opened my eyes and looked down. When I looked I thought, 'pretty cool.' I
grabbed his hair a little and shoved my cock into his throat. I looked over
and Scott was jerking his dick. Then he moved in close to me and rubbed his
dick across his dad's cheek. 
  Mr. Schiavo pulled off of my cock and went to work on Scott. It was pretty
hot to watch. Scott was still wet from the shower. And for 17, he looked a
lot older than me. He had this really hairy chest. He was a thick boy, too.
Very beefy. 
  He had one hand on the back of his dad's head, totally just riding his
dad's face. His face was mesmerized as he watched fat cock disappearing into
his old man's mouth.
  Outta the blue, he reaches over to my cock, right, and starts tugging on
it. My knees were still shaking but I kinda turned toward him so he could get
a better grip on it. All I could say was, 'Oh, dude.' He looked at me and
smirked.
  Mr. Schiavo was on the floor whacking his pecker, like, way fast. I
couldn't take it any more. I grabbed my own and jerked off like mad. Scott
was whispering now, 'Yeah, man. Cum for me. Blow a big wad for us.' Then he
reached over put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him. I was
moaning, man. Big time. My legs started to shake and my groin tensed up.
Scott was still urging me on, rubbing his fingers against my hair. I started
to seethe through my clenched teeth, 'I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.' 
  Suddenly Scott's dad pulls off of Scott and puts his tongue against the
head of my cock, lapping at it. My fist kept pushing into his face, cuz I was
still jerking off. Then I blew the most intense load of life. I watched as I
sprayed my cum all over Mr. Schiavo's face. His mouth was swabbing at my jizz
as it forced its way outta my cock. Pearly stings of my cum coated his face. 
  Just then I hear Scott yell, 'Take my load, fucker.' He shot cum all over
his old man's face. Mr. Schiavo turned and clamped his mouth onto Scott's
dick and started drinking the cum. 
  Our jizz was still hanging off his chin when he stood up. He reached around
and started fingering his ass. Scott squatted down then in front of his dad.
He put his face right next to his dad's cock, poking his closed lips against
the head. And then his dad shot his load on Scott's face! Scott leaned back
and let the rest of the cum shoot onto his chest. Man, what a scene! Then he
rubbed the cum into his chest hair and all down his stomach.
  All three of us were breathing pretty hard. The bathroom was full of steam
now. I didn't really know what I was supposed to say next so I said, 'I'd
better be going.'
  I was stuffing my cock back into my jock pouch when Scott says, 'Unh-uh. He
hasn't even started yet.'


Menage-a-Todd, Pt. II (story continuation)

The following story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sexual
acts. It is intended for adult viewing  of those individuals 18 and over. It
may not be commercially published or reprinted without the expressed written
consent of the author.

Menage-a-Todd, Pt. 2
by
Andrew Renz
PlowboyOH@aol.com


 So anyways, I was telling you about the weird scene with my buddy Scott and
his dad. Sorry to take so long to continue with the hot details. I've been
busy with football practice.
  (Man, my dick is getting hard just thinking about what I have to tell you.
My fingers are so excited I keep dickin' up the spelling.)
   Mr. Schiavo had just finished slurping down my load and Scott's. I was
ready to leave cuz I was like, "Whoa, dude!" about the little set-up.  Pretty
freaky. But as I'm leaving, Scott was like, "There's more." I was thinking,
But, like, I've seen plenty, dude." 
 His dad comes up to me and says, 'Follow me, Todd.' I told him that I really
had to go. He put his hand on my shoulder and said it again, this time he
said it not so nice, more like an order. I looked over at Scott in the
bathroom doorway. He just raised his eyebrows, like 'You'd better listen to
him.'
 Mr. Schiavo put his arm behind my back and hustled me down the hallway.
Scott followed behind us. I kept looking over my shoulder at him. We got to
what musta been the parents' bedroom, cuz there was a big bed in it and,
well, I just know it was Mr. and Mrs. Schiavo's room. 
 Scott's dad jerked off his tie and started popping the buttons on his dress
shirt. I saw where Scott got his body from. And all that chest hair. Mr.
Schiavo looked a helluva lot better without a shirt on that my dad. He had no
love handles, no gut, just tight abs. Pretty good for an older man.
 He says, 'Let's take off those things, huh, Todd?' I looked at my clothes
and said, 'Aww, um, I dunno about this.' I looked at Scott for some help. He
had dropped his towel and was walking over toward me. He came up behind me
and whispered in my ear, 'Just do what he says. You won't regret it.'
 So I started shucking off my gear: the grey T-shirt first, the shoes, my,
um, pants. Mr. Schiavo sat on the edge of the bed unlacing his shoes,
watching me. I got down to my jock and he says, 'Keep that on.' I was cool
with that. Then he motions me toward him with a shake of the head. Scott gave
me a little push in the back. I went over to him. He put his hands out and
reached them behind my legs and ran them up and down my thighs. I was getting
nauseous again.
 His hands rose higher, up and over my ass. He says, 'Smooth. I like smooth.'
I said, 'Yeah, it's a good look for me,' like a wise-ass. He kinda grinned and
spread his legs wide. I moved in between them, standing. He started leaning
forward and I closed my eyes. I flinched when I felt his mouth touch the spot
where the leg meets the upper body, right there at the crotch. He took the
tendon and pressed his lips onto it firmly. My cock started to shift in my
jock.
 He pulls back and says, 'You like that, huh?' I didn't say anything. What
could I say, 'Why, yes, Mr. Schiavo. I love it when my best friend's dad
buries his nose in my crotch. It's quite nice. Much better than any girl I've
ever been with?'
 'Take off the jock and turn around,' he tells me. I worked the jock down my
legs and turned around, looking at Scott. He had this shit-eating grin on his
face. So did Mr. Schiavo in about three seconds.
 I nearly fell over when he butted my ass with his face. Scott jumped forward
and held my shoulders, as his dad pryed my ass apart and started licking my
hole. It's kinda stupid to say, but it felt like frickin' electric shocks
going through me. His tongue slid back and forth down my crack, lingered over
my asshole for a minute, then repeated the cycle. I moaned quietly, more like
exhaled slowly outta my mouth.
 Scott reached his hand down and started pulling on my cock. I thought, 'This
is some weird shit. You think after 4 years you really know someone... Man,
take it easy on the head. I just came.'
 I didn't really want to do it, but I felt it was only fair, so I reached my
hand out until I felt Scott's hard dick. I wrapped my fingers around his hot
cock and started to fist it. Every time he worked his fingers over my
sensitive head I squeezed his cock hard. Finally, he caught on and just
worked on my shaft. Meanwhile, his dad's completely eating out my ass. I
found myself hunching over a little to give him easier access. 
 Just as I'm really getting into it, Mr. Schiavo stopped. I heard his buckle
clink and his pants slide to the floor. Then I heard the crunch of the
mattress. 'Get up here, you two,' he says.
 Scott and me, we get on the bed. Old man Schiavo is on his back tugging at
his nuts. I did a double-take. His balls were smooth, like he'd shaved 'em.
His cock was dark brown, like the rest of his skin. 
 I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next, but Scott did. He crawled
right onto his dad's chest and slid his cock into Mr. Schiavo's mouth and
started riding his face. His ass would raise then touch back down onto his
dad's hairy chest before lifting off again. His dad was literally drooling
out of the corner of his mouth and man, those sucking and slurping sounds. My
pecker was hard like a Big Bertha Nine Iron. I sat and watched 'em, not
knowing what else to do. Then Scott slides off and tells me it's my turn to
pop his old man in the mouth. 
 I'm on his chest, holding my cock in my right hand. He's on his back looking
up at me. He coulda burnt a hole in my eyes if I stared too long. His hands
cupped my ass and he lifts his head off the pillow and goes down on me. He's
working my cock in and out of his mouth when his fingers start playing with
my ass. It was kinda cool. Then he starts jabbing at my ass, like he wants to
shove a finger up there. I put my left hand behind me and grabbed his wrist.
His eyes bore into me again and he jerks his wrist free. My ass was so
slicked up from his spit I didn't even flinch when he pushed inside of me. My
ass clamped around his finger. He just held it there while he kept on with
the blowjob. After a coupla minutes he starts to wriggle it around inside of
me. It felt fucking great. I thought I was gonna blow my load in his mouth.
Thing is I didn't know which to concentrate on, his finger assaulting my ass
or the suction on my cock.
 Mr. Schiavo pulls off of my cock and takes his finger outta my ass, right? I
was like, 'Damn, not now!' Then he moves to the middle of the bed, still on
his back.
 He says, 'Todd, bring your ass to my mouth.' 
 I looked at the clock on the nightstand, wondering when Mrs. Schiavo would
get home from work and exactly how they'd explain this to her.
 I turned myself around. Not sure what I was supposed to do, Mr. Schiavo
positioned me like he wanted me. My legs were on either side of his head, my
ass smack on his face. As he starts to lick my hole again, Scott moves down
between his dad's legs. He lifted 'em up onto his shoulders, raising his
dad's ass off of the bed. Scott spit in his hand and mixed it up with precum.

 'Dude, are you gonna fuck him?' I asked kinda curiously.
 'Yeah, I am, aren't I old man? You ready for my cock? You want me to fuck
your ass good and hard?' Scott asked as he shuffled his knees upward. 
 There was nothing but what sounded like a muffled, 'Mmmmyehlb' from under my
ass.
 Scott's looked up at me and stared coldly before breaking into a wicked
grin. My eyes were locked on his cock as the head pressed against Mr.
Schiavo's ass. Scott thrust his groin forward and the head of his thick cock
disappeared. Mr. Schiavo rammed his tongue deep into my ass.
 'Fuck,' I said in this turned on, perplexed kinda way.
 Scott's dick slid further and further til his balls were against his dad's
ass. That's when he pulled out most of the way and slammed his cock back
inside. His dad bucked beneath me. I moved off of his face and got on the
floor so I could watch.
 With me outta the way, Scott leaned over his dad's chest. They were nearly
face to face.
 'Ride my ass, kid. Fuck me, man. Fuck me, harder! Harder!' he was yelling as
Scott poked his dick into him over and over.
 Scott was all, 'Yeah, I'll fuck you, bitch. Fuck you good.'
 I'm standing over at the side with this "oh, weird, but I like it, it kinda
turns me on" look on my face when Scott starts to grunt.
 'I'm gonna cum, man. I'm gonna shoot up yer ass. I'm...cumming. I'm cumming.
Aaaaauuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhh. Oh, fuck yeah!'
 Scott had sweat dripping off of his forehead. His heart was pounding. Precum
was dripping off of my cock onto the carpet. I looked down and wiped into the
floor with my toe.
 Scott starts pulling out and there was this kinda 'schlurpy' sound then a
pop. He looked at me and chuckled. He says, 'Your turn.'
 'Aw, i don't... Nah. That's, ya know... Nah. S'okay,' I said, but i really
wanted to do it. I hadn't done a chick in a long-ass time. And my dick was
aching like a son-of-a-bitch.
 'Fuck my ass, Todd. Get up here and fuck me,' Mr. Schiavo growled like he
was begging for it.
 I didn 't know what to do. Before I knew it I had his legs up on my
shoulders and my head was inside his ass.
 'Oh yeah, big fucking cock,' he moans.
 I'm into flattery. I grabbed his ankles in my hands, spread his legs wide
and buried my prick into his ass as he grunted and exhaled, like my cock had
poked into his lungs and forced out all the air.
 Scott's cum had lubed his ass up really well. My dick glided in and out like
a breeze. My balls slapped into his ass over and over as he moaned and urged
me on. I was totally into it.
 Then he puts his hands on my abs and tells me to stop, to pull out. I
thought, 'Aw, shit. This sucks.'
 He flips over onto his stomach and lifts his ass into the air. I slid my
cock back into place and watched it disappear inside of him. When I was all
the way in I lied down on his back, my 170 lbs. pressing him into the sheets.
My chin was in the crick of his shoulder. I could feel the heat from his
mouth against my face when he said, 'Fuck me... as hard as you can.'
 It was a total power position and I was into it. It was kinda like wrestling
but way better.
 I raised my waist then plunged it back down and forced my cock into him. He
groaned. I did it again, harder. 
 'Oh yeah, boy, do it. Ride my ass.'
 I started this all-out raid on his butt, fucking him as hard as I could. I
couldn't take it anymore. I was ready to shoot.
 'I'm gonna cum, man. I'm gonna cum.'
 'Do it, Todd! Cum up my ass.'
 Say no more, say no more, dude. I blew the most powerful, bestest orgasm of
life into him.
 He tells me to get off of him. I thought I was crushing him or something. I
was just there trying to get my wind back. I pull my cock out and he rolls
onto his back. He tugged on his dick twice and the cum flew everywhere. It
was on him, the headboard, me. Suddenly, I didn't feel so about the jizz I
had smeared into the carpet earlier.
 As soon as it was over I felt really dirty and guilty. I quick put on my
stuff and headed down the steps to the kitchen. Scott followed behind me. I
didn't know what to say. I was speechless, man. I was without speech. I just
kinda looked at him and said, 'K. Well, um, I... I... gotta go.'
 There were a coupla weird-ass days when I couldn't bring myself to talk to
Scott at practice. We're back to talking again now. We've even gotten
together, just the two of us, once since then. I don't know if I could do
that thing with his dad again. It really was too fucking bizarre. If anything
does happen, I promise I'll let ya know about.
 Later, guys.
 
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