Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 11:08:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  59th Installment

This is Chapter 59, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive.


Send to:   Tom Borden,   tombor99@yahoo.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 59

Caleb and Steve entered the Wine and Cheese Shop.  Angie Sorrensen came
sweeping out from the back room, and when she saw them, she shouted,
"Caleb, dahling!  How nice to see you!  Give me a kiss!  Mmmmmm-wah!  And
who is this lovely young man with you?"

"Angie, I want you to meet my friend, Steve," said Caleb.  "He lives with
me at my new condo.  He's fairly new to the area.  He's from way up there
in Northern New England."

Angie said, "Brrrr!  It's cold up there!"

"Well, at this time of year, it gets about as hot sometimes as it does down
here," said Steve.

"Angie," said Caleb, "Steve might be interested in purchasing the shop."

"Oh, how lovely!" squealed Angie.  "But would you excuse me for a minute,
dahlings.  I have a big customer in my office.  He's reeeeely big!  He's
from Charlotte, and his orders are always humongous!"

As Angie disappeared back into her office, Caleb said, "Well, Steve, as you
can see, she's really a classy old gal.  And even though she's a born and
bred Texan, she's adopted that elegant eastern way of talking.  I have to
tell you she knows all about me.  And I'm sure she put two and two together
about you and me."

"Do you think that will make a difference?" asked Steve.

"I think it will enhance your chances to get a good deal, that's what I
think.  By the way, I hope you caught the 'lovely young man' remark she
made about you."

"Oh, Caleb, she was just being gracious."

"Now, see!" said Caleb.  "There you go again!  Didn't I say we'll have no
more of that kind of talk?"

"Yes sir!  I promise to obey, sir!" said Steve, standing at mock attention
and clicking his heals.

"What do you think of the place, Steve?"

"I didn't expect it to be so big.  It's wonderfully laid out, with
everything displayed so beautifully.  And there are really quite a few
customers in here, also."

Caleb said, "Steve, the business is booming at this place.  It's known all
over, with customers from as far away as the Eastern Seaboard.  You'd be
taking on a thriving business.  It would be up to you to keep it that way,
though.  What do you think?"

"I'm very impressed so far, Caleb."

Soon, Angie reappeared and led them back to her office.  Caleb said, "I
think that Steve would like to look at your books . . . you know . . . your
annual sales, your expenses, etc."

Steve and Caleb spent the rest of the morning looking over the books and
asking questions of Angie.  Steve relied heavily on Caleb and his legal
background for advice.  They also talked about selling price.  Steve was
greatly impressed the way Caleb was able to 'sweet-talk' old Angie down to
an almost rediculously low price, but one that was fair withal.

"Well, Angie," said Caleb.  "Steve and I are going to pay a visit to the
bank about the financing of this sale, and we'll be in touch.  You're a
real sweetheart."

Angie leaned in close to Steve and clutched his arm.  She looked into his
eyes and said, "You've got yourself a winner, there, young man.  They don't
come finer than my Caleb.  There's one thing, though, ducky.  I hope you're
going to do the cooking.  Caleb does a smashing pizza, but . . . oh, my!
What a bore it can be!  Put some pizzazz into his meals!"

"As a matter of fact, Angie," said Steve.  "I do plan to cook as many meals
as I can for us."

Caleb was able to set up an appointment with a loan officer friend of his
for the following Monday.  "Right now, Steve," said Caleb as they got into
the car, "let's go back to the apartment."

"What's there to do there, Caleb?" whined Steve.

"I don't know, Steve.  It does get pretty boring there, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, the only thing to do is sit around and stare at the wall."

Caleb thought a minute and said, "Well, we could just un-make the bed and
re-make it a few times.  That would at least give us something to do."

"Well, I suppose," groaned Steve.  "If you insist!"


The day had finally arrived for Maggie's housewarming party on Saturday.
Maggie spent the entire day vacuuming and dusting and fussing about the
place.  Rhapsody and one of her friends stayed busy in the kitchen, where
they made a large variety of canapes and other heavy hors d'oeuvres.
Rhapsody, however, took at least an hour out of her work to stand outside
and observe the bikini-clad pool man as he cleaned the pool.

When the young man had finished his work, Rhapsody called, "Oh, yoo-hoo!
Young man!  Perhaps you would like to come inside and take a shower to wash
all the nasty chlorine off your . . . mmmm body!

As the pool man gathered up his equipment, and without looking at Rhapsody,
he said, "No thank you ma'am."

Josiah and Brian had been invited, but decided not to go.  Josiah just felt
he was in no mood for a party, especially one where he expected all of
Maggie's swishy friends to be present.  Neither he nor Brian ever liked
those types of people, and never went to The Nest, which always seemed to
be full of them.

Michael was not particularly anxious to go, either, but felt obligated.  He
agreed to drive his car, with Jeff, Paul, and Jake riding along.  Tony
would take another car with Clayton, Enrique, and Noah as his passengers.
Caleb and Steve, as two adults, had volunteered to stay at the house that
one night to keep an eye on things at the ranch.  Mark and Corky were also
invited, as were Adriano and his father, Mario.

When they arrived at Maggie's house, they were greeted at the door by
Rhapsody, now decked out in full drag.  She wore a flaming red wig, and her
outfit consisted of lime green, and very tight, toreador pants, with her
package fully visible, and a sleeveless, pink and white candy-striped
blouse with ruffles around the neck and down the front.  It was unbuttoned
to reveal just a hint of two aging and rather unattractive large and
drooping male breasts.

When Michael and Jeff entered, Jeff whispered to his dad, "What a sight!
You'd think at her age, she would have covered those awful flabby hairy
arms."

"I know," replied Michael.  "And did you see that droopy chest and the pot
belly sticking out with that awful skin that looks like buttermilk!  I had
to look away.  I know that most guys get that way when they get older, but
I hope I have enough consideration for others to keep it a little more
covered up when I get that age."

When Maggie saw Michael, she rushed up and planted a big kiss on his mouth.
To Michael's relief, Maggie was not in drag and actually looked quite nice
with a pair of men's conservative length shorts and a short sleeve dark
blue polo shirt.

As the guests arrived, they could hear a great deal of high pitched
screaming and laughter coming from the patio in the back of the house.  The
entire contingent of Maggie's San Antonio friends had arrived early and
were having a gay time.  All were in drag to one extent or another.

As the Walker crowd and their friends, all dressed in shorts, stood in
their own little group, they agreed that, with these drag queens present,
it would very likely turn into a real show as the evening progressed.

Michael went up to Maggie and said, "Who are those two sitting alone over
there.  That young man and a boy?  The boy looks like he's about eleven or
twelve years old."

"Mustn't ask questions yet, Michael dear," said Maggie.  "They're going to
be our entertainment tonight.  You'll just have to keep your pants on and
wait and see."

For the next two hours, everyone ate and drank and mingled.  One rather
withered old queen, whose dress hung unappealingly off his narrow hips,
insisted on monopolizing Paul.  "You're gorgeous, young man!" said the man.
"Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Yes, I tell him all the time," said Jeff, intervening and attempting to
extricate Paul from the man's clutches.

Then turning to Jeff, the man said, "Oh! And what's YOUR name, sweetheart?"

Jeff took Paul by the arm and they disappeared into the crowd.  Jeff said,
"I'm not used to this kind of stuff.  Those people are funny to look at,
but I wish they'd keep their hands to themselves."

Then Paul said, "But, Jeff, my love.  Why did you have to interrupt us?  I
was just getting ready to take him into the house where he and I could be
alone and . . . you know . . . get naked together.  Didn't you think he was
hot?"

"Paul!" said Jeff.  "Don't joke about things like that!"

"Who says I'm joking?"

"Oh, Paul," whimpered Jeff as he put his arms around Paul and pressed his
head against his chest.

Paul held Jeff tightly against himself and said, "Okay, Jeff.  Okay.  I was
just joking.  I just wanted to see if I could make you jealous."

"Jealous of that old shriveled up queen?"  said Jeff, pulling away from
Paul's grip.  Then pressing himself again against Paul's body, he said,
"Well, I really knew you were joking."  Paul laughed and took Jeff's head
in his hands and kissed him gently on the lips.

It was now about eight o'clock and most of the food had been eaten, and an
enormous amount of beer and hard liquor had been consumed.  Maggie stood up
on a chair and rang a bell, calling for silence.  "Now, all you good
people, it's time for our show to begin.  You didn't think that old Maggie
was going to have a boring party, did you?  You're going to be entertained
by two people who Rhapsody had arranged to join us.  This is . . . stand up
you two . . . this is Marcus and his 12 year old son, Timmy, who have
agreed to give us a private showing of their act.

As Marcus unrolled a large padded mat poolside, they were greeted with
light applause.

Michael stood by Maggie and said, "I have a feeling I know what's going to
happen.  Where did you find these two"

"Well, Michael, Rhapsody frequents one of the baths back in San Antonio,
and she ran into Marcus.  I don't know which one of them fucked who, but
they got to talking.  She found out that this man and his young son have a
little act they put on at private parties.  Well, one thing led to another,
and . . . here they are!"

After everyone was seated on the floor of the patio, Marcus, slowly and
very erotically, removed each item of Timmy's clothing.  And last, he
slowly pulled Timmy's briefs down, revealing first a small tuft of pubic
hair and a very stiff circumcised penis.  Marcus knelt down and, as he ran
his tongue down Timmy's chest and stomach, Timmy began unbuttoning his
father's shirt, slowly, button by button.

Little squeals were beginning to be heard from the drag queens as they
started squirming around on the floor.  After Marcus ran his tongue once or
twice over his son's penis and balls, he stood up and allowed Timmy to undo
his belt, the top hook, and bring down his zipper, all in a torturously
slow way.  The queens were beginning to die!  Then Timmy took hold of his
dad's pants and slowly pulled them down to his ankles.  Marcus was wearing
bikini briefs, but both of his balls were now poking out of the left side
of them, while just the head of his hard penis was peeking out of the
other.  This, of course, had been carefully pre-arranged.

Once again, in an agonizingly slow motion, Timmy lowered his dad's briefs
to his ankles.  Now, both father and son were completely naked.  Timmy had
a beautifully shaped body with developing muscles that belied his age.
Just a hint of hair covered his legs and forearms.  His body was very
tanned, except for the erotic sight of his little bikini tan line that
circled his small hips.  Although the boy's father did not have a
body-builder's physique, he had well-developed muscles in all the right
places.  His legs and forearms were covered with soft light brown hair.
His bush of dark brown pubic hair was so extensive, it covered almost the
full width of his own narrow hips, and extended up within an inch of his
navel.  His chest hair formed an erotic swirl on each of his pectorals,
through which could be seen two very large nipples.

Michael leaned over to Maggie and said, "Look at that cock!  It's what all
the rest of us can only dream of!"

Maggie said, "Well, Rhapsody said Marcus told him it was just over nine
inches."

"It looks like ten or eleven to me!" said Michael.

As they both faced each other, Marcus, with both his arms, lifted Timmy up
so Timmy could drape his legs over his father's shoulders, allowing Marcus
to take Timmy's hard penis into his mouth.  Maggie then leaned over and
told Michael that he was told Timmy had five inches.  Cupping his son's
little round ass cheeks in his hands, Marcus sucked his penis vigorously
for a few minutes.  Down on his feet again, Timmy then took his father's
gorged penis into his own mouth, unable, of course, to take it all.

Soon, Marcus was on his back on the mat with his legs up in the air.  Timmy
got down on his stomach and began eating out his father's asshole.  Jake
couldn't contain himself and blurted out for all to hear, "Look at that
little fucker suck the shit out of that asshole.  Christ!  I can't hardly
stand it no more!"

Jake opened up his pants and pulled out his own penis and started stroking
it.  It was the signal for several others to do the same.

After he had filled his father's ass crack with saliva, Timmy mounted him
and started fucking his father like an old pro.  He was pounding his father
so hard, that Marcus was beginning to slide off the mat.  All the while,
Marcus was yelling, "Fuck me son!  Fuck my ass hard.  Pump all that boy
cream into me.  To see that little boy's ass cheeks bobbing up and down was
about to drive Jake crazy.  Several others had to restrain him as he said,
"Lemme up there!  I've gotta git my face into that little fucker's ass!"

Now, both father and son were groaning and whimpering, giving voice to the
ecstasy they were feeling.  Then suddenly, Timmy pulled out of his father's
asshole and began shooting long ropes of thick white cum out of his
throbbing young penis onto his father's chest and face.  Marcus kept his
mouth open, tying to catch as much as he could.

Without any delay, Timmy lay back on the mat with his legs up against his
chest and holding his hips up off the mat with his hands.  His father knelt
there holding his enormous rod encircled with thick veins.  He ran the head
of it around and over each of his son's beautiful ass cheeks, leaving them
wet and shiny with pre-cum.  Then he began teasing his son's ass crack with
it, sliding it up and down through the crack.  Everyone watching now had
their own cocks out and stroking them.

Then Timmy started shouting, "Daddy, you're driving me crazy!  Please!  Ram
that big cock up my ass!  Fuck me, daddy!  Fuck me!"

Marcus then aimed his enormous pole right at his son's hole.  And everyone
fell silent and open-mouthed as they watched every inch of Marcus's rod
slowly, in one stoke, completely disappear into his son's asshole.

Timmy groaned and shouted, "Oh Daddy!  Shove it all in deeper!"

Marcus then pulled his hard penis out slowly, leaving just the head of it
inside of his son's rectum.  He pushed it back in, and then he pulled it
out again, faster and faster, pounding that little boy's ass harder and
harder.  The queens started whining and sniveling and tearing away at their
clothes in an erotic frenzy created by the sight of this masculine adult
man fucking his own young son.  As he fucked his son, Marcus appeared to be
riding his son like a bucking bronco, slapping his hips as he would a
horse, and yelling.  Timmy threw his little hips around like an
out-of-control animal and screamed for his father to fuck him harder and
faster.  It was a sight and sound that transported everyone watching into a
state of sexual delirium.  It had become a crowd of deranged mad lunatics,
all groaning and moaning like the inmates of an asylum, but no one taking
his eyes off of that enormous penis as it traveled in and out of the boy's
asshole.

Suddenly, Marcus pulled out of his son's ass, and there, pointing up at a
forty-five degree angle was his large throbbing appendage, bobbing up and
down as his sperm surged up the full length of it, and out of his pee hole,
through the air, striking his son squarely on his face.  Stream after
stream of thick white cum was pumped out of that stupendous, gargantuan
pole that jutted out from the front of this handsome father's body.

After the final throb of his penis had poured out the last of his sperm,
Marcus leaned over and put his face on his son's and kissed him, smearing
his cum over both of their faces.  They each then licked each other's face
clean.

Marcus and Timmy then stood up next to each other and, facing the
spectators, bowed deeply as they were given a screaming ovation from
everyone who had watched their performance.

Finally Maggie got up and, holding his hand up to call for silence, said,
"Thanks, you guys!  That was a show we'll all not soon forget!  Now we're
going to have the drawing for the door prize.  You remember that you all
filled out a card with your name on it when you arrived.  I'm going to let
Timmy tell you about the drawing . . . AND the prizes."

Timmy stepped forward and said, "I'm going to draw two names from the box.
The prize for the first one drawn will be a chance to give my dad here a
good fucking.  And the second one drawn will have as his prize a chance to
fuck me.  And we'll do it right here on this mat.  If you choose not to,
you can pass your prize off to someone else."

Timmy shook the box and reached in for a name.  "Okay.  The first name is
Jake McKeever.  You get to fuck my dad."

All the queens groaned, but Jake and his friends cheered.

"Now the second name . . . and this will be the guy who'll get to fuck me
. . . is Paul Howard!"

More groans from the queens.  Paul looked at Jeff with a little bit of a
wry smile.  "Do you think I should, Jeff?"

"What do you mean?" said Jeff.  "Go for it!"

Timmy said, "Okay, Jake.  You're first.  Get out of them clothes and come
on up to the mat.  You can tell dad to get in any position you want him
in."

As Jake ripped off his clothes, he said, "I want to fuck his ass from the
back."

Marcus got on his hands and knees with his legs slightly parted.  Everyone
could get a good view of Marcus's long ball sack from behind as it swung
gently from side to side.  Jake got down and peered at them, touching them
to make them continue swinging erotically.  "Look at them fuckin' balls,"
said Jake as he touched them with the tip of his tongue.

Then, on his knees, Jake mounted Marcus from behind and, in one violent
thrust, pushed his hard cock into Marcus's asshole all the way to the hilt.

As Jake pounded away at Marcus's ass, Jeff said to Paul, "Old Jake's in his
glory.  He always was sort of an exhibitionist.  Remember when he fucked
Maggie in front of everyone at her going away party?"

"Yeah," said Paul.  "But I'm not an exhibitionist, and I'm not sure I want
to do this."

"You go ahead, Paul," said Jeff.  "One doesn't have too many opportunities
to fuck a cute, young little ass like that boy's.  You'll enjoy it.
Besides, it isn't as though it's just you and he doing it somewhere alone.
I'll be right here."

Jake was pulling Marcus's hips up against him at every thrust, and soon let
out a roar as he pounded his own hips against Marcus's ass with every
volley of sperm he sent into his rectum.  Timmy started clapping his hands
as a signal for everyone to give Jake a round of applause.  When Jake
finally pulled out, he couldn't resist dropping down and burying his face
in Marcus's ass crack to give his asshole a good tongue bath.

Marcus stood up and said, "Jake, that was a great fuck!  Now I'll turn over
the mat to Timmy here.  Come on up here, Paul.  I guarantee you, you've
never had a hole like Timmy's to fuck!"

Jeff had to push Paul to make him go to the mat.  When Timmy came up to
him, Paul suddenly felt a rush come over him.  He grabbed the boy and
lifted him up off the mat and began kissing him passionately on the mouth.
The boy threw his arms around Paul's neck and returned the kissing with
just as much passion.  Jeff thought to himself, "Okay, Paul.  Stop kissing
him and put him down and fuck him.  Let's get this over with."

Paul gently placed the boy on his back on the mat, lifted his legs high in
the air, and thrust his face down in between those little round ass cheeks.
He ate and sucked and gnawed on Timmy's asshole so fervently that it was as
though he was oblivious to the fact that he had an audience.  Jeff
continued to think to himself, "That's enough, Paul.  Go ahead and fuck
him.  Please don't do all this other stuff."

Soon, Paul eased his hard penis into the boy's ass crack and pushed it
quickly into Timmy's hole.  Timmy started to moan and said, "Oh, Paul, fuck
me really hard!  I love your cock in me!"

Jeff thought, "That's only part of the act.  Paul better not think that
kid's serious about liking Paul's cock."

Paul pistoned his penis in and out very slowly, as though to prevent
himself from cumming too quickly.  Jeff began to squirm.  "Come on, Paul,"
he said to himself.  "You don't have to take all night!  Shoot your damned
cum into him, and then get off of him!"

One of the queens was so overcome at the beauty of Paul's large round ass
cheeks, that she jumped up and ran over to him and tried to bury her face
in between them.  She had a hard time, though, since Paul was now picking
up the pace and pounding the boy pretty hard.  The queen finally backed off
as Paul's orgasm was finally beginning to take hold of his body.  As he
could feel his sperm shooting into the boy's rectum, he growled and grunted
with every thrust.

Jeff thought, "Okay, Paul, pull it out now and leave him alone!"

Paul pulled out and brought Timmy's legs back down.  He then stretched out
on the boy's body, and they both began kissing passionately again.
"Goddamn it, Paul!  What the fuck are you doing?" said Jeff to himself.

Paul eventually stood up and acknowledged the applause from the crowd.  As
he walked back toward Jeff, Maggie got up and said, "That was terrific, you
guys.  For everyone's information, I've known Paul for a long time, and I
never stopped wanting to get fucked by that gorgeous cock of his.  But it
never happened.  Maybe I should have offered myself to him as door prize!
Now, the pool is open for swimming.  But there's one rule.  No suits are
allowed.  If you want to swim, you've got to be in the skinny.  And I'm
happy to say that Marcus and his son, Timmy, are going to stay."

By this time, everybody had already stripped off their clothes, including
the queens.  Michael stepped over to the food table to have a couple more
stuffed mushrooms, now cold.  Also standing there was Timmy, stuffing
himself with shrimp.

"That was quite a show you and your dad put on," said Michael.

"Thanks."

"And that door prize thing was a great idea."

"Yeah, it was fun.  We do that at all the parties we do," said Timmy as he
continued to stuff shrimp into his mouth."

"Your dad's cock was awfully big to get shoved up into a little guy like
you."

"I've taken bigger.  Every now and then I can get my grandpa to fuck me.
His cock is a lot bigger than dad's."

"That's hard to believe!"

Timmy turned around and, leaning over, pulled his ass cheeks apart to show
Michael.  "See.  I've learned how to open up my asshole pretty wide on my
own.  Go ahead and put your finger into it.  You'll see how much room there
is up there."

Michael could feel his own penis grow hard as he ran his finger into
Timmy's hole.  It was wet and sticky from the load Paul had deposited
there.  "You're right, Timmy.  You could probably get a couple good sized
cocks up there at once."

"I can.  Several times I've had my dad's and grandpa's cocks up there at
once.  It's a real fuckin' trip!"

Michael said, "How long have you and your dad been going around doing these
shows?"

"Well, the first time was when my grandpa asked dad and me to fuck each
other for his poker group that meets at his house every other week.  It was
so great, that grandpa said we should 'go on the road' with the act.  So
dad let it be known among his friends that we do this, and we now get to go
out and do it at private parties almost once a week.  And it's good money."

"How much do you charge?" asked Michael.

"Well, you'll have to talk with my dad about that.  I think it's about five
hundred dollars for one evening's entertainment.  If grandpa joins us, we
charge more."

"What about your mom?  What does she think about you and your dad doing
this?"

"She didn't know about dad and me fucking around with each other for a long
time, but after that time we did it for grandpa's poker group, grandma
walked in on it and later told my mom what we were doing.  She got real mad
and then went to live with her mother.  After a while, she divorced my dad.
I was sorry about that because my mom and me always got along pretty well.
Now it's just dad and me living in the house."

"Do you ever have any other guys visit you?"

"Oh, yeah.  We always have lots of dad's friends coming over, I guess
because they like to fuck a kid like me.  And now that I've gotten a little
older and my penis is bigger, I get to fuck them, too.  I love it.  One
night, not long ago, my dad had a big party at the house, and I got fucked
by fourteen guys that night.  I had so much cum inside of me, the guys
liked to watch it run down the inside of my legs as I walked.  That was a
real blast."

Michael said, "How old were you when you first started this?"

"Oh, I was about eight years old.  Nothing happened until one night I
walked into dad's bedroom and found him fucking grandpa.  They were real
nice, though, and explained about how much pleasure it gave them.  And then
they convinced me to try it.  I didn't have much of a cock then, but the
next night, dad sucked on it and then ate out my ass.  He said he wanted me
to let him put his cock up my ass just to see if I like it.  And even then,
when I was only eight, his cock slipped in real easy and I loved it.  And
that's when we started."

"Well, Timmy," said Michael, putting his hand on the incredibly smooth and
soft skin of Timmy's shoulder, "maybe we'll ask you and your dad to come
down to our ranch and do another show for us some night when we're having a
party."

"That would be great!  Anytime!"

Timmy ran over and jumped into the pool where practically everyone else was
frolicking.  Michael had never been a swimmer and preferred to stay out of
the water.  In fact, he had never been interested in having a swimming pool
built at the ranch.  He looked over to the other side of the pool and saw
Jeff and Paul sitting quietly on a bench.  They were neither touching nor
looking at each other, and both looked pretty sullen.  Michael thought to
himself that there must be trouble in happyland, probably stemming from
Paul's overly eager performance with Timmy.  Michael thought it best not to
go near them or look as though he noticed them.  There were some moments in
every relationship that needed to be handled by themselves, without outside
interference.

Michael preferred to sit along side of the pool and observe the goings-on.
Mario Cinella had managed to corner Marcus, who was standing in the water
with his arms folded on the deck of the pool.  Mario was pressed up behind
Marcus with his hands around his waist.  He was obviously fucking Marcus
from behind.  Marcus had a look on his face as though to say, "I'll just
stand here and let whoever wants to, come up to me and fuck me.  Whoever
wants to put his cock up my ass and shoot his load into me is welcome."

As soon as Mario came and pulled away, his son Adriano, who was watching
this, moved in and took over.  Mario stood by and said, "Adriano, fucking
under water is a real wild experience.  Go for it, son!"

Timmy was in the middle of the pool, treading water, while at least a half
dozen queens were gathered around him.  Mark, however, had moved in on
Timmy to the chagrin of the queens.  Moving Timmy across the water, Mark
backed him up against the rim of the pool in the shallow part.  He pushed
Timmy up so he was lying on his back on the deck of the pool.  Still
standing in the water, Mark pushed Timmy's legs up high and thrust his hard
penis into the boy's beckoning asshole.  No more than two feet away, Corky
was now taking his turn, having a good fuck with the boy's father, Marcus.
Marcus and his son smiled at each other, while Marcus reached over and
pinched his son's nipple.  They were both obviously having a good time.  A
good time to Marcus and his son was to get all the fucking they could get.

Tony and Clayton were playing and splashing around in the pool with Enrique
and Noah.  The four soon climbed out of the pool, and Michael was amused to
see the four of them lie down on the deck and switch partners.  Tony was
now in Enrique's arms, and Clayton was rolling around on the deck with
Noah.  As several of the queens climbed out of the pool and gathered around
them to watch, Clayton started fucking Noah from the front.  They both
enjoyed being watched.  At the same time, Tony and Enrique were busily
doing a 69 suck-off on each other.  One of the queens lay down and
proceeded to eat out Enrique's asshole as Enrique sucked on Tony's penis.
Then another queen did the same to Tony.  It was all so erotic, that in
just a few moments, both Tony and Enrique shot their loads into each
other's mouth.  Each of them then lay on their stomachs and allowed the
queens to continue eating on their assholes.

Tony turned his head and looked up at one of the queens behind him.  He was
actually a pretty hot looking guy now that he was out of his drag.  Tony
said, "If you want fuck me, go ahead."

The queen immediately lifted Tony's hips up higher and thrust his rod into
Tony's ass.  The other queen looked down at Enrique and said, "How about
me?"

Enrique nodded his head and quickly felt a large cock pushing its way into
his hole.  Enrique and Tony were lying close to each other on their
stomachs and began kissing each other as they were both being fucked from
behind.

Clayton was now beginning to moan loudly, and Noah knew that Clayton was
close.  Jumping up and rolling over, Noah quickly took Clayton's penis in
his mouth in order to take every drop of Clayton's cum down his throat.
Clayton then lay on his back and raised his legs so that Noah could enter
him.  It took only three or four strokes, and Noah began pounding Clayton's
ass hard.  Clayton could feel Noah's penis enlarge and could then feel it
throbbing inside of him as his rectum was filled with Noah's warm cum.

Soon, the four of them lay on the deck side by side, totally spent and
trying to catch their breaths.  Michael had watched this, and his own penis
was throbbing and bobbing about visibly as he sat there.  One of the queens
came up to him and said, "That gorgeous cock looks like it needs attention.
How about a good blow job?  Or how about a good fuck?"

Michael waved him off.  His eyes kept wandering over to Jeff and Paul,
still sitting quietly on the other side of the pool.  He didn't want to
interfere, but he couldn't help worrying about them.  He loved them both
and had a strong urge to go over there and give them both a big hug.  It
was now close to midnight, and a number of the queens were leaving.  Mark
and Corky had decided to drive back to San Antonio, and Mario and Adriano
were also getting ready to drive home to Austin.  The last to leave were
Tony, Clayton, Enrique, and Noah.  Michael, Paul and Jeff, however, had
planned to stay overnight at Maggie's invitation.  Jake would also stay,
but he and one of the queens had already retired to one of the many
bedrooms in the house.

When everyone was gone, Maggie sat with Michael, Jeff and Paul out by the
pool having a last glass of wine and talking about the events of the
evening.  Maggie came right out and said, "Jeff, it looks like you've got a
big problem with Paul winning the door prize.  Now what is it?  Come on,
love, what is it?"

"Oh, nothing," said Jeff.

Paul said, "Well, Jeff knows I really hesitated to do it, but he kept
urging me on."

"I know," said Jeff, "but you didn't have to act so ravenous.  You acted as
though that kid was the hottest thing you ever had in your life.  It looked
like you never wanted to stop."

"He wasn't the hottest thing I ever had," said Paul.

"Well then, why . . . ."

Maggie interrupted.  "Now stop it, you two.  It wasn't as though Paul was
off fucking in a private room somewhere.  This was supposed to be just a
lot of good fun.  I'm surprised at you, Jeff, for acting this way.  I
probably shouldn't say this, but I have it on good authority that Paul,
here, sat alone every one of those nights that you and Michael were off
having a good time.  I don't begrudge you and Michael, because I know what
that situation is.  But Paul has always been true to you and understood
what you needed to do.  But he sat alone, Jeff.  He sat alone.  Do you hear
me?"

"Yes," said Jeff softly.

Michael didn't enter into the conversation.  He could see that Maggie was
saying everything that needed to be said.

Paul reached over and put his hand on Jeff's leg sitting next to him, and
looked into Jeff's eyes.  Jeff leaned over and put his arms around Paul and
said, "I'm sorry, Paul.  I guess I was just afraid that . . . ."

Paul said, "You don't have to be afraid of anything, my love.  Don't ever
doubt me, Jeff.  This was just a party.  We were all having a lot of
innocent fun.  That's all it was."

Jeff smiled and said, "Again, I'm sorry.  Maybe it's time we get to bed."

Maggie got up and said, "I'll show you to your room."

Paul said, "No, no, Maggie, we can find it."

"Okay.  Just go down the hall in the bedroom wing.  Your room is the first
one on the right.  The bed's all made with clean sheets, and you've got
your own bathroom."

After Paul and Jeff left, Maggie returned to her seat.  Michael said, "It
was a wonderful housewarming party, Maggie.  That father and his son act
was wild!  And all those housewarming gifts your drag queen friends
brought!  Where in the world are you going to put that lamp with the base
shaped like a penis?  And that wall clock with the pendulum shaped like two
big balls in a sack and the hands shaped like penises.  Also that little
plaster sculpture of two men in a 69 position.  The wind-up toy of the
little boy pushing his long hard-on in and out of a man's ass is wild.
Where in the world are you going to put all that junk?"

"Oh, Michael, it'll all end up in Rhapsody's room.  She has the taste of an
alley cat, and the mind of one also."

"Don't you and Rhapsody share a room?" asked Michael.

"Oh, mercy no.  We never go to bed together.  I love the old queen, but all
we do is fight.  The only thing that excites me about that queen is her
balls.  She has the longest hanging balls I've ever seen.  I love to have
her lean over and let me suck on them from behind.  But that's all.

Maggie got up and poured them each another glass of wine and sat down
again.  "Michael, I'm glad you're staying over tonight.  And I'm glad we're
sitting here talking like this.  I understand that Karl may be coming back
to Texas."

"That's right.  But he wants to finish out his therapy before he does.  I
really hope it's soon."

"Michael, I know I've always been known to have the balls to say whatever I
think.  So I might as well just come right out with it.  Michael, would you
let me sleep with you tonight?"

Michael held his glass to his lips and said, "Maggie, I don't . . . ."

Maggie interrupted, "Michael, we've known each other a long time.  And I
have to admit to you that I have always secretly wanted to sleep with you.
I never stop fantasizing about you.  When Rhapsody and I were on our
vacation to Australia, I ended up in bed with a lot of guys, but every
time, it was you who I fantasized about.  And now, here we are alone,
talking, with no one else around.  This is my house, and you're going to be
sleeping here tonight.  And I'm going to be sleeping here.  Just this once,
Michael, please, would you let me sleep with you?"

Michael looked a long time at Maggie without saying a word.  Then Maggie
said, "Oh, I knew you wouldn't.  Come on, let me show you your room."

Maggie opened the door, and they both entered a beautifully decorated and
spacious bedroom.  As Michael sat down on the side of the bed, Maggie said,
"I hope you're comfortable and have a good night."

Michael looked at Maggie and patted the bed next to him.  He said, "Maggie,
come over here and sit down with me."

When Maggie sat down, Michael took hold of the bottom of Maggie's polo
shirt and pulled it off over her head.  He said, "I agree, Maggie.  This is
your house, and the guests must be gracious to the host.  If it's what you
want, Maggie, I'm yours tonight . . . or what's left of it."

Maggie said, "I don't want you to do it if you don't want to.  I want to do
it only if you want to."

"I want to, Maggie.  You know, I've been curious about you, too."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean.  I've heard about you, and it was all good.  Now I'd
like to see for myself, now that you're willing."

"Oh, Christ, Michael!  I've always been willing!"

Maggie reached over and unbuttoned Michael's shirt and pulled it off.  They
both stood up and quickly got out of the rest of their clothes, and Maggie
threw back the covers.  Collapsing on the bed, Maggie started, like a
hungry animal, to kiss and lick almost every inch of Michael's naked body.
It was one of the most erotic tongue baths that Michael had ever
experienced.  To feel Maggie's tongue swirling around in his crotch was
almost more than he could bear.

Finally, Maggie said, "Michael, would you fuck me.  I've seen that
beautiful hard cock of yours so many times down on the ranch as you walked
back and forth to the bathroom.  I've dreamed of having it inside of me."

"I've often wondered what it would be like to fuck you, too, Maggie.  I've
heard great stories about that hole of yours from Jake.  And he always
knows what he's talking about when it comes to having a good fuck."

Maggie lay on her back and pulled her thighs up tightly against her chest.
Michael looked into the hairy snarl that filled Maggie's ass crack and,
with his fingers, found his way to her pucker.  Supporting himself with his
arms, he pushed his gorged penis slowly through the hair and into Maggie's
asshole.  He could feel Maggie's sphincter muscle snapping at his rod as he
did so.

"Oh, it's so nice and tight, Maggie.  Just like I love it!"

Maggie looked up at Michael and said, "Oh how I have longed to have you
like this.  I've always imagined looking up at your beautiful face and body
as you pumped in and out of me.  Oh, Michael, pump me hard and go as deep
as you can!  Don't cum right away.  Keep going as long as you can.  Oh my
God!  To feel Michael Walker's penis up inside of me!  It's like a dream!
Oh Michael!"

Michael didn't want to cum right away, either.  Maggie's asshole was
everything that Jake said it was . . . tight, with constant snapping
contractions.  He wanted to keep it going as long as he could, but he
wasn't able to keep that certain pre-orgasmic tingle from invading his
whole insides.  Getting very out of breath, he uttered, Maggie, I can't
hold it any longer!  I've got to let it go!"

As Maggie looked into Michael's contorted face, she suddenly felt as though
she, for once, had Michael . . . this wonderful man . . . completely in her
power.  She felt Michael's hard penis throbbing violently against the rim
of her asshole, and then the warm flow of his sperm into her insides.  It
was too much, and Maggie, at the same time, went into an orgasmic frenzy,
shooting her own cum up to her chest and neck in great, long streams.
Sweat was pouring off of Michael's face and dripping onto Maggie's stomach.

As the surges ended, Maggie said, "Don't pull out, Michael.  Just lie down
here on me.  I like the tickling feeling of a hard cock wilting against the
rim of my asshole."

Michael collapsed onto Maggie's body, and Maggie kissed every inch of
Michael's handsome face.  After a long time, Michael rolled off and lay
next to Maggie.  He felt totally exhausted and closed his eyes.  Maggie sat
up next to him and ran her hands over Michael's body lightly as he drifted
off to sleep.  Maggie wanted to stay awake and massage and fondle Michael's
sleeping body until daybreak if she could.  But it wasn't long before she
succumbed and lay there sleeping with her arm over Michael's chest and her
hand resting on his cheek.


After they had fallen into bed, Jeff became ravenous with Paul's body,
kissing and licking and sucking him all over, hoping that he could make it
better than the passion Paul and Timmy had experienced.  The sexual ecstasy
that Paul was feeling was overwhelming.  Soon Jeff lifted Paul's legs in
the air and flooded his ass trench with saliva, while moaning in an
animalistic way.  Jumping up on his knees, he plunged his hard penis into
Paul's asshole.  As he pumped, he looked down at Paul's face.  Tears began
to roll out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

Paul looked up at him and said, "Jeff.  What's the matter?"

Jeff choked out the words, "You scared me, Paul.  I love you so much.  You
just scared me."

Paul reached up and pulled Jeff down on top of him.  "Oh, Jeff," he
whispered.  "I'm sorry.  I was wrong.  I didn't mean to scare you.  You're
the only one I want, the only one I will ever love.  Please.  I'm sorry.
Please forgive me."

They lay quietly for a long time with Paul trying to kiss away Jeff's
tears.  After awhile, Paul said, "My love, remember?  You started to do
something.  Would you like to finish it?  You're still inside of me."

Jeff smiled and rose up into position again.  It took only a few in and out
strokes before Jeff went into one of the greatest orgasms he could
remember.  Paul never tired of feeling the warmth of Jeff's sperm as it
shot into his rectum.  As soon as Jeff pulled out, he slid down and took
Paul's hard penis into his mouth.

"Don't you want me to fuck you, too, my love?" said Paul.

"I don't think so," said Jeff.  "This time, I want to taste you and have
your cum in my mouth and let it seep down my throat and into my stomach.
That's what I really want."

Paul watched Jeff's head going up and down and felt the wonderful tickling
of Jeff's hair as it fell down over his stomach.  After he shot his load
into Jeff's mouth and watched Jeff continue to suck out every drop, Paul
looked at Jeff and thought to himself how unbelievable it was that he could
be so in love with someone like Jeff.  He would never again do anything
that would cast doubt on that love.

The next day, Sunday, Jeff and Paul got up, showered and dressed and
wandered into the kitchen, where Rhapsody, dressed in a pink dressing gown,
was preparing a large breakfast for them.  Jeff said, "It smells good,
Rhapsody.  I love the smell of bacon frying.  Do you know if my dad is up
yet?"

"Haven't seen him.  I thought the three of you would be spending the night
together," replied Rhapsody.

"That would have been nice," said Paul, "but Jeff and I needed to be alone
last night."

"I see," said Rhapsody.  "If I'd known that, I would have gone in and kept
that gorgeous father of yours company myself."

"I thought you were busy yourself, Rhapsody," said Paul.

"Shit, no!  That fucking queen got up and left two minutes after we crawled
into bed.  Do you know what that fucking queen said to me?  She said I was
gross!  She should talk!  If she hadn't left so quickly, I would have
kicked her ass out myself.  I hate tacky queens!  Besides, she was bone ass
ugly!"

Jeff and Paul looked at each other, each with a look that said, "Don't say
anything!"

In a few minutes, Jeff said, "I'm going in to see if my dad is awake."
When he opened the door, he saw Michael just stepping naked out of the
shower and Maggie just pulling on her briefs.

"Oh, excuse me, guys," said Jeff as he peered around the half-open door.
"I was just wondering if you were awake yet.  Rhapsody has breakfast
ready."

Maggie squealed, "Oh, how lovely!  Your dad and I are starving, aren't we
Michael?"

Jeff looked at his dad with a wry smile.  As Michael scampered into his
briefs, he said, "Okay Jeff."  Then as he passed by close to Jeff, he
whispered, "We'll talk later."

Rhapsody had outdone herself with breakfast.  It started out with
raspberries in cream, then scrambled eggs and bacon with hot biscuits, just
out of the oven, and strawberry jam.  Rhapsody said, "Maggie and I always
prefer fresh berries for breakfast, rather than juice.  It just starts the
day off so elegantly, don't you think?"

While they ate, Jake appeared with the queen he had spent the night with
toddling behind.  Jake said, "I don't know if y'all have met.  This here is
. . . what's yer fuckin' name?"

"They call me Rose," purred the queen in her best falsetto.

"Okay, Rose," said Jake.  "Sit yer ass down and take a fuckin' load off."
Then turning to Michael, Jake said, "Look how gingerly she sits her ass
down.  She got her ass fucked from here to St. Louis last night, and I
imagine it's kinda tender.  Right Rose?"

"Right, Jake, honey," cooed Rose, running her hand up Jake's arm and
wiggling her finger in his ear.

"Stop it, Rose," said Jake.  "What's with the fuckin' finger in the ear?
Don't you know how to do nothin' else?"  Turning to the others, Jake said
with a smile.  "Well, that ain't exactly right.  She's got a fuckin' cock
that'll really take ya fer a fuckin' ride!  Now, git away from me, Rose!"

It was soon time to head back to the ranch.  As they drove, Jeff couldn't
stand it any longer and said, "Dad, did you and Maggie have a good time
last night?  I know the two of you slept together."

Jake yelled, "Aw, shit, Michael.  Don't tell me you finally dicked that
queen!  Maggie's balls have been aching for that sweet cock of yer's fer
ever!"

"Okay, you guys," Michael said.  "Yeah, we slept together.  So what!"

"So what!" said Jeff.  "Come on, tell us what it was like!"

"Well, she got my sweet cock, as Jake calls it, and I have to say it was
pretty good."

Jake laughed and said, "She's got an asshole like a snappin' turtle, ain't
she.  She ain't much to look at, but she's got an asshole that'll drive a
fucker insane, I'll tell ya!

"Well, I didn't go insane, Jake, but I'll have to admit she really was a
good fuck," said Michael with a smile.

Jake, who was sitting in the front seat with Michael, reached over and
rubbed Michael's crotch.  "One of these days, I'm gonna git me a little of
this, too!"

"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you, Jake?" said Michael.

"Well, I believe all good things come to hims that wait.  I'll be around
fer awhile, and I got plenty of time to wait."

Paul leaned over and whispered in Jeff's ear.  "Jake's jealous of Maggie.
When Jake sets his mind to something, he'll get it.  And Michael better be
ready!"


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Tom Borden
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