Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2008 20:35:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boys' Club, My Son, and Naked Daniel

It never failed to happen. Every time I rimmed my 12-year-old son's ass, he
would cum, without touching his cock.

The rimming was so pleasurable that he couldn't help it. I would be in the
midst of burying my face between his cheeks, flicking my tongue like a
hungry snake, licking and sucking on his very tender skin, holding his
small ass cheeks apart, and he would do that familiar jerk-and-gasp, crying
out, "Daddy! Oh, fuck!"  Before it was wasted totally, I would stop, roll
him on to his side, and begin licking furiously, eating as much of his big
load as I could, from the towel I had placed under him, to all over his
groin and abdomen, even to his chest, if he were raised up a little while
he shot and the cum went flying on up his body.

The next step was just as predictable. I would lie on my back, my face wet
with my own saliva and my son's ass juices and dribbles of his cum, and he
would give me head, lovingly sucking my cock, swallowing the pre-cum (I was
famous for producing so much that some guys thought I had shot my wad) and
then taking the load of jizz in his mouth, swallowing it, catching it on
his chin, squeezing my cock head to get the last beautiful drops.

We were used to one another's naked bodies. Since we lived alone, we slept
together in my king-sized bed every night. "It has to be king-sized to
accommodate our two huge cocks," I teased him and he laughed -- and kept on
sucking me until I pumped another load in his ready mouth.

I would baby talk him and he liked that. Even though he was 12, he liked to
think about being a very little boy, maybe two or three, and climbing up on
his daddy's naked body and masturbating my big thick cock until I shot it
all over both of us. "Daddy, I wuv your milk. Oh, daddy, I wuv ooh," and
he'd lean over and give me one of his great tongue kisses.

In our house, no drop of cum was ever wasted. We drank each other's, we ate
our own, and I shared it with "my boys," the young teenagers who came to
the house on a regular basis to have sex with me. We'd gather, just one boy
and me or maybe two or three of them and me, and we'd get into some serious
fucking and sucking and rimming in front of my video camera. This began
years before my son had any idea about what I was doing down there in the
basement - he thought I was tutoring the boys and, in a way, I was, and
before he reached puberty and began to masturbate and grow pubic hair and
take a very, very strong interest in my body.

He surprised me one day, right after his 12th birthday, by climbing in the
shower with me and pulling down my head and kissing me on the mouth. I was
shocked, not only that he got in the shower with me, not only that I
noticed some pubic hair (I hadn't seen him totally naked for a few years),
but that he gave me a kiss and even a little tongue. It took me more than a
couple of seconds to catch my breath and think, and come to some
conclusions, as fast as I could. Then I gave him a sly smile and asked,
"Hey, Tiger, what's going on?" and reached around and smacked him gently on
the butt, something I did a lot.

He grinned. He giggled. "I found one of your DVDs, Daddy," he said. I then
noticed - how could I have missed it? - his hard-on, the first time I'd
seen him like that. Man, he took after me, a big thick cock with a big
mushroom head, both of us uncut. I grew hard and he grinned even more. "The
tape with Maurice." He had to notice the look of shock on my face. Oh,
shit! I'd left the DVD in my computer's drive that morning, so I could sit
there and watch having sex with the 15-year-old black boy who had been my
lover for about a year. I had masturbated to the scenes of us kissing and
sucking each other and watched him eventually turn me over, eat my ass,
then slide his thick cock into me, and fuck me while I moaned and called
out his name.

My son, with his cock rock hard and pointing right at me, looked serious
for a moment. "I'm old enough now, Daddy," he said, and he reached for my
cock and began to jack me off. "I'm old enough to do the things with you
that Maurice does with you. I want to sex you up, Daddy."

His penis looked a lot like mine, but also like his cousin Mark's. I found
out later from Mark that he saw my son once hiding behind the dresser while
I ate Mark's cute young ass -- "they should teach this at my middle
school," Mark had joked -- and then rested his ankles on my shoulders while
I fucked him, working it in until it was in all the way, just the way he
likes it, as he slowly jacked himself off and shot it, aiming it carefully,
all over my chest, large streams of cum running down my body before I gave
my white, sticky loads to him, deep inside his ass. So, my little boy,
well, not so little and definitely not so innocent, was, between the DVD he
had found and actual scene he witnessed, getting - almost - a taste for gay
sex which he apparently was good and ready for. I was almost the last to
know!

Mark, by the way, was often dropped off at my house by my sister-in-law to
spend a day and even a night or two while she went on yet another business
trip. She remarked once how nice it was to have him stay with someone she
trusted, the same someone who was getting head from her horny-as-fuck boy
almost as soon as she pulled out of the driveway. I stood at the door to
watch her leave, and the sounds of a zipper opening, the predictable "Oh,
man!" as he reached in and struggled to get the hard cock out of my
underwear, and then the joyous sounds of sucking me, a hungry boy who
seemed to need a good amount of cum in his mouth at least a couple of days
a week. And, of course, he knew there was more to come, so to speak.

 Maurice was in what he and the other boys and I called "Daddy's Club."
While I didn't have sex with two or more of them at the same too often,
sometimes I would get the whole club - five teenagers, all with the
required (by club rules) long, thick cocks, versatile so that they could
fuck me and any of their fellow club members and also take it up the ass,
and, also by club rules, dark-skinned black guys. Sometimes, but not too
often, I didn't even participate, but I let them in the house and two of
them would go to the basement room where we had our sex sessions --
complete, fairly often, with videotaping - and I would leave them there to
make love. On occasion, I would have to go down to get them to stop -
difficult and really challenging for me, since I could smell them as soon
as I opened the door, the sweat, the smell of sex, the armpits alone --
another club rule was that deodorant had to be washed off so the armpit
funk would be strong and we could suck on each other's pits and taste the
sweat and lick them profusely - the smell was wonderfully overpowering and
I often caught them, not at rest, but going at it strongly, one boy riding
the other one, fucking him roughly, riding him hard, slapping the sides of
his upper legs, his teeth bared in an angry/wild grimace as he got just
what he needed before he showered, dressed, and went home to his mom and
dinner and homework, his cock and ass used like he'd been in a gangbang but
it was only another teenage boy who was as desperate as he was for his
daily round of gay sex. (And, hell, some of these kids got it up the ass or
gave it up the ass even before they went to school, getting it on with
their brothers or their own fathers.)

But, seeing how late it was, I insisted they finish and get showered and
out of the house. Besides, sometimes I had an old guy coming over (old
meaning 18-22, a college boy from the nearby campus) to get his ass pounded
or just to give me a nice, long, slow blow job that I videotaped while the
tape would show my face as I was ready to come and the look on it - so
familiar! - when I pumped out my cum into his mouth.

 Of course, I was always very eager to give my club members blow jobs on
their way home from school. This happened almost every day and sometimes
three or four of them would stop by, wait impatiently, slowly playing with
themselves while they watched me suck off one of their buddies and then get
in the special chair where I would have them lie back, nude, so I could
lick up and taste and swallow the sweat of the day, then jack them off a
bit, getting them even harder, then suck on them until they gave the ol'
"Daddy! I'm getting close!" followed almost immediately by "Daddy! I'm
cumming!" as if I needed to be told or if I cared to be told. I could tell
from their movements and their breathing that they were, first, close, and,
second, cumming. God, how sweet it tasted!

Some of the greedier boys stayed behind and watched the others get blown
then they would get back in the chair for a second sucking. "What's the
matter? Your dad not available?" and they'd tell me their dads were on a
business trip and were, probably right then, having sex with a hotel
employee - it was common for some of these dads to hook up with a young man
working at the hotel and sneak him into their rooms and suck, rim, and then
fuck them or get fucked by them. The only down side was my boy was bitterly
disappointed that he wouldn't get woken in the night, for once, and be fed
is father's cock, sometimes wet with his mother's juices, fresh from
fucking her.

"I love my mom's pussy juice," Maurice would tell me and he would beg his
father to fuck his mother first, then come in to his room so he could clean
him up and take a second load.

Once a month, I'd select a Boy of the Month and I'd take him to the mall
and buy him something nice. Usually, they would ask for a pair of shoes.
They could never have enough trendy athletic shoes to wear to school and
show off to all the boys and girls. We would come back from the shopping
trip and I would shoot a lot of photos of them fully clothed, T-shirt with
wide, open sides, long, baggy shorts, and the new shoes with short white
socks accentuating their dark-skinned legs. Then the sexy shots, removing
one item at a time, until we were down to the shoes and socks only and they
would be hard and smiling, facing me, putting their shoes up on a table so
you could see not only a good shot of their balls, but their butt cracks
too. They were beautiful shots!  Something about a very dark boy with white
socks and shoes that were mostly white and the long, uncut cock, hard,
while they put their hands behind their heads to show off their armpit
hair. What lovely pictures!!

We got to know one of the clerks at the store and we had fun teasing him
until I decided it was time to get it on with him too. He was a white boy,
blond and blue-eyed, cute enough to make my boys talk about him all the way
home, wanting to "do it" with him, hastily apologizing to me for talking
about it when I'd just bought them a nice new pair of shoes and they were,
right there in the car, giving me a slow hand job which almost made me
swerve into parked cars - these boys were good! I assured them it was OK, I
thought he was cute too, even though he was white. One of the boys thought
he knew him, said he'd graduated from his high school the year before and
he'd had the hots for him, but nothing had happened.

We were so bad. We'd tease the boy - "Hi, I'm DANIEL" said his tag. We'd
wait until he was free, then sit down. My boy of the month would wear baggy
shorts and nothing underneath, then casually, and "innocently," spread his
legs, so Daniel HAD to see up his shorts and see his groin. And, he never
failed to look, slowly removing the boy's shoes and slipping on a pair of
store socks, again slowly, almost caressing his foot, wanting, it seemed,
to reach down and lick his foot and suck on his toes (I'd heard about why
men worked in shoe stores so they could touch feet and rub them and it
would all be proper, yet they'd have to go in the back and masturbate more
than once throughout the day. I know that ol' Daniel got his rocks off
every time I came in with my prize.)

I figured out that Daniel, after a couple of different boys came with me
and "slipped" and called me "daddy," that he guessed what was going on. And
I'd smile at Daniel while I slowly rubbed my boy's bare knee, pulling my
hand up, bunching up his shorts, getting awfully close to the "goodies
zone." Daniel would look at me and I'd smile at him, again all
innocent-like, as if to say, "And what are you staring at....?"

Finally, with my boy in on it, I decided to pounce. I could be convinced to
add a blond to my black-only club; I just hoped his cock would meet the
test, but, if it didn't, my boys could fuck the bejeezus out of him and
everyone, especially Daniel, could be gleeful, sweating profusely into the
covers of my bed.

So, on this particular day, I decided to help Daniel and not torture him
any longer. I took him aside and said, "You always are looking at my boys'
cocks, aren't you?" He stammered and got all red in the face and denied
it. "It's OK, they know it. In fact, they take off their underwear in the
car so they'll be all naked under there so you can see them."

"What?!" the young man said, kind of smiling, kind of staring with this
hopeful look in his eyes. He actually reached down and adjusted his
crotch. This was too much for his cock to handle! And, I found out later,
this was the fulfillment of a fantasy he'd had since I'd brought in the
first boy months before, but something he just knew he'd only live through
his imagination as he masturbated in the staff bathroom once again.

"Yeah, you want to get even closer? How about you come by my house when you
get off work and we'll get you off, all right. This kid will still be at my
house and you can suck him and he can suck you and then you can suck my big
thick one."

Well, of course, in a couple of hours, the clerk was lying nude on my bed,
handcuffed to the headboard, hard as he could be, getting sucked by that
day's boy (it was Calvin), and gasping. I slipped off my clothes, climbed
over him, squatted with my knees just under his armpits, propped up his
head with another pillow, and guided my cock to his open mouth. I fed him a
good load while he came in Calvin's mouth.

The handcuffs were Daniel's idea. I told him I planned on keeping him that
way for a few hours. He said he needed to get home, but then he said, wait,
it was a Saturday and his mom would be at work, so it was OK. He turned out
to be 17, nearly 18, younger than we thought. I gave him head, getting him
off a second time, and spent a lot of time just kissing him all around the
base of his cock, smelling his pubic hair and pulled on it, taking the
loose hairs for my collection. I had a jar of pubic hair and I would write
the boy's name and date and his age on the paper pasted to it with their
own cum or pre-cum.

While he was still cuffed to the headboard rails, I got out my digital
camera and took several photos of him. At first, he didn't want me to, then
he said, yes, he'd been wanting pics like that for years.

I got close-ups of his cock and balls, of his ass, once I had turned him to
the side, of my cock in his mouth, of him being sucked by Calvin with
nothing on but his new shoes, with Calvin masturbating him, a close-up of
dark Calvin and blond Daniel in a closed-eyes, passionate kiss.

"Now, Daniel," I said, almost as exhausted as he was, "you have got some
work cut out for you, boy," I said, smiling, and putting the camera
down. "You're going to eat ass and drink more cum and take it up the ass,
too."

"Get fucked?" he said. He looked startled.

"Yep." I rubbed his foot, fondling it. "Yep, fucked. A big ol' black cock
right up that little tight white ass of yours, boy."

He bit his lip, then he smiled just a tiny bit, the sweat still running
down his face. "I've thought about that a lot and when I think about it,
it's always a black dude fucking me." He looked up at me. "Yeah, I want
that. But don't take off the handcuffs. I want to be handcuffed when I get
fucked, OK?"

"Call me "Daddy" like the other boys do," I said to Daniel. "Say, 'OK,
Daddy?'"

"OK, Daddy?" He seemed to like saying that.

"Yes, son, let me make a couple of calls, so some of the other boys can
come over here - you know, the other boys I've brought to your store and
you've peeked at their cocks and rubbed their feet and legs."

"Oh my god, Daddy!" He slowed down his breathing. All the while we were
talking, Calvin was feeling Daniel's balls, rubbing his cock, not leaving
his hands off of him for a second. "Wow. I wish I had a daddy who fucked
me. My real daddy. Oh, man, oh, man."

"Well, Daniel, I'm your daddy now and all these black boys will be your
fucking-sucking-licking-kissing cousins!"

With that, I began to masturbate him, rubbing his long foreskin up and down
on his cock, not surprised but pleased when he shot yet another load, this
time into the air and Calvin, still only wearing his new shoes, began
licking it up and swallowing it.

"Let's get your ass ready for some cock, Danny boy."

"OK."

I lightly slapped his thigh. "OK what?"

"OK, Daddy. Get me ready to be fucked."

I held up his legs and my boy got on the floor at the foot of the bed.. I
scooted Daniel down as far as I could with his handcuffs on, but it was far
enough for my boytoy to lick his crack and begin to rim Daniel.

"And now for another surprise. Calvin, even you don't know this yet. My son
found the DVD of me having sex with Maurice and he wants to start having
regular sex with me. In fact, we've already started. I'm teaching him how
to suck cock and I've blown him every day since he climbed in the shower
with me and started playing with my cock."

"Fuck!" Calvin said with a big grin. "Fuck! Oh, Daddy, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah, he's downstairs, watching TV. Let me get him up here so he can watch
and maybe I'll have him jack me off so you guys can watch."

"Oh, Daddy,!" Calvin cried.

"Oh, Daddy," Daniel cried. "Ooooohhh. That's so wonderful!"

"Baby!" I cried down the stairs. "Baby, can you come up here? I've got a
surprise for you."

My son yelled back. "Yeah, Daddy, I'm coming." I turned and smiled at
Calvin and Daniel.

"Oh, yeah!" I said and all three of us laughed.