Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 23:08:40 -0500
From: Mical Manchester <nycbottommical@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Men-13

I really want to thank you all for your kind responses after I posted the
last chapter.  I know that it took some time to post that chapter but your
encouragement has made me want to write some more.  I love hearing from you
and you encourage me to keep writing more and more.

nycbottommical@hotmail.com.  (Also, if anyone wants to see my pictures, my
profile on Bigmuscle.com is- nyc_bottom_mical)  Again, most of the sexual
encounters are based upon my own real life experiences with men much older
than myself and my father.


As soon as we were able to get out of bed the next day, we made our way back
to Chelsea.  Marc wanted to make sure I experienced all that New York had to
offer for a cute boy like myself, and there was no better place to do that
than in Chelsea.  We sat outside Big Cup, sipping on some coffee, checking
out the local "scenery" and rehashing some of the stories from the previous
night.  Marc didn't speak much about his own SM actions, but kept the talk
focused on what happened to me in the sling.  Even though it was December
the weather was still warm and I couldn't keep my eyes off all the hot guys
that were walking by and winking at me.

"So, stud, did you enjoy all that hot cock last night?"

"Definitely daddy, I loved it a lot!"

"Well good, I thought it was time you got gang fucked," he said to me with a
smile and a laugh.  "How's you ass feeling?"

"A little sore, but it will be fine."

"Good to hear because we're here to meet a friend of mine who wants to meet
you."

"Sounds good to me."

"His name is Bob and he's an ass bandit.  He's probably fucked every hot
hole in this town and every hot hole that comes to visit.  He's an expert
top and you're going to be in very good hands with him."  No sooner did Marc
say this to me, when a very muscular man in his 40s, about 220 pounds with
clipper short hair, approached us.

"Hey stud, it's good to see you," and he hugged Marc.  "I take it this is
Mical," and he turned his attention to me and smiled.

"Yes, this is the boy.  He had a nice welcoming to town last night, but he's
young and horny and will do anything you want him to."

"Great.  I didn't get any ass myself last night, so I have lots of energy
and HUGE loads to give the boy."  Bob sat with us at the table and chatted
with Marc while I finished my coffee.  I was really attracted to the man and
was really looking forward to having his cock in my ass, no matter how sore
it may have been.

"Ok, I'm ready," I announced.

"You have fun boy," Marc said as he kissed me goodbye.

"Don't worry my friend, I'll take very good care of him," Bob responded with
a wink in Marc's direction.  Bob patted my ass and we were on our way down
8th Avenue towards Bob's place in Chelsea.  We didn't speak for a few
minutes.  I have to admit that I was slightly nervous.  I was hoping I'd
live up to his expectations and make Marc proud of me.  Bob put one of his
large paws down into my pants as we walked and felt my hole.

"Mmmm, that feels like one great pussy son.  I can't wait to fuck it."
Within minutes we were entering his apartment.  Bob gave me one hard kiss on
my lips before he forced me down onto my knees.

"Ok boy, now it's time to see what you're made of."  He withdrew his cock
from his sweat pants and I was in love.  It was thick, very thick, and about
8 inches.  It was a classic Italian piece of man meat.  It looked soo good
that my mouth started watering.  I licked his shaft like it was candy, like
a lollipop.  I definitely was a kid in a candy store and I wanted to eat
that object Bob was giving me.  It smelled soo manly, somewhat sweet, and
was moistening with its own liquids as I sucked on it.  Bob's own precum
made the taste that much better and I became very aggressive with my
sucking.  After a few minutes Bob pulled away.

"Whoa boy, you're going to suck that thing right off," Bob stated as he
withdrew his cock from my mouth.  He grabbed me in his powerful arms and
stood me up.  His lifted my arms above my head and took my shirt off.  He
took some time of his own to lick on my titties and made them very erect.

"Let's see what you've got in these pants boy," he said as he yanked off my
jeans with one powerful movement.  "That is one hard cock boy, but I want
what you have on the other side."  He spun me around and parted my ass
cheeks.  He manipulated my hole with his fingers and I lost my balance and
fell to the floor.

"That's right boy, you're going to be in that position soon enough, now,
let's go to my bedroom."  Bob picked me up, grabbed my hands and directed me
to his room.  Once inside, he threw me down onto the bed while he removed
the rest of his clothing.  In the darkness I could still see what a hot man
this was.  He threw me a HUGE dildo and this is when he started getting
aggressive with me.

"Come on slut, I wanna see you fuck yourself with that dildo.  Shove it up
hard and fast.  I wanna see your hole gaping wide and I want you to prepare
it for my thick cock."  I obeyed Bob's instructions and inserted the dildo,
hard and fast like he had asked me.  It was painful, especially since I
hadn't been lubed, but I didn't want to disappoint him, so I fucked myself
hard and fast.  Bob looked pleased.

"Very good slut, very good.  We're going to make that hole into a vagina.  A
big manly vagina for daddy.  You like that, you wanna have a vagina for
daddy?"

"Yes sir, yes, please, ahhhh, I wanna make my hole into a vagina for you."

"That's it, you're my little girl, you're daddy's little girl and now we are
going to make you a nice vagina for your daddy."  I had never had someone
speak to me in this way, but it made me hot and I loved it.   Bob didn't
wait much longer before he jumped onto the bed, grabbed the dildo and
replaced it with his cock.  He pushed my legs up over his shoulders and
started pounding me, much harder and faster than I had ever been fucked
before.  It was incredible.  I felt like he was ripping me apart, and I
loved it.  I wouldn't have been surprised if my hole did look like a vagina
after this fucking.  I knew my ass lips would be wide and red for days.

"Fuck yeah boy, fuck yeah, you're my little cunt, my little whore, my slut."

"Ahhha, ahhhhh, agrrrhhhhh," was all I could respond with.

"Take it slut, take it, you fucking piece of trash, you're a pussy, just a
fucking cunt for hot men to fuck, and that's it."  Bob kept up his assault
for almost 20 minutes, before he withdrew and placed me on me knees.  I had
to grab onto the bedposts or I would have fallen off the bed.  I could
barely balance myself because of the 220 lbs of man and muscle that was
attacking me from behind.  My head was thrashing back and forth my cock was
leaking all sorts of juices.  Every now and then Bob would smack my ass
really hard with his hand or he would place his hands on my shoulders and
pull me strongly onto his cock.  It was painful, but heaven.

"Ungghhh, UNNNHHHHGGG, UNNNHHHHHGGGGG," He unloaded a few blasts of cum into
my ass and got out.

"Ok whore, now ride it, ride my cock hard, ride it," being the obedient
bottom, I agreed.  I straddled myself over his still hardened cock and
thrust myself up and down, over and back on it.  I gave it everything I had.
  As I thrust on his huge piece of Italian manhood, I noticed that Bob was
smiling at me, almost laughing.  He was challenging me to fuck myself hard
on his cock and I didn't want to let him down.

"Oooohhhh, ooooooo, Bob, fuck me, give it to me...," it was the first moment
I could speak since he started fucking me.  Bob grabbed my cock in his hands
and started jacking me off.  I had already blown a load, or 2, while I had
been fucked, but knew that I was close to unleashing more cum very soon.

"Ungghha, ooooohhhh,, ahhhhhhh, Bobbbbbb..." I screamed out as another batch
of cum flew out of my cock.  It landed onto Bob's open mouth and he devoured
all of it.  He placed his hands around my waist and shoved me hard down onto
his cock.  After a few more assaults on my hole he threw me off him,
straddled my face, and dumped his last few loads on my face.  After he was
finished barely an inch of the skin on my face was left untouched.  I lay in
Bob's bed for awhile and rested.

"You are what Marc says you are Mical, a born fuck hole."

"Thanks Bob, that was amazing."

"Was?  I'm not quite done yet slut. My cock may be resting, but there are
other ways of fucking your hole."  Bob reached over the side of the bed and
picked up the dildo that he had thrown from my ass.  This time he lubed the
dildo with his own spit before he jammed into my throbbing pussy.  He knew I
was tired and that my hole was raw and needed the rest, but he didn't care.
He wanted me to leave his apartment completely fucked over and he wasn't
going to stop until I was a fucked up mess.

Just like before, he wanted it fast and hard.  Bob thrust the plastic cock
over and over into my ass and every time it felt like torture.  My ass was
on fire and it burned.

"Ooohh Bob, please, I can't, it burns."

"Shut up slut, we can't stop until your hole is opened wide like a vagina."
My pleas to have him stop only fueled him to fuck me harder and faster with
the dildo.  I closed my eyes and rolled my head backwards and accepted the
fact that Bob was using me for his pleasure and was going to do whatever he
wanted to me.

"That's it slut, just learn to love it, shut your eyes and let Daddy do
whatever he wants to your tight little pussy.  Mmm, looks sooo good, I'm
gonna have to suck on it for a while."  Bob set the dildo down and started
licking my red hole with his tongue.  It felt amazing and it was exactly
what my hole needed.  He started using his whole mouth to eat my ass, like
he would eat a piece of fruit.  It felt amazing and made my whole body
tingle.  I loved the feel of his scruffy and not shaven face against my
hole.

"OOhhhhh yes slut, this ass tastes sooo good," Bob remarked as his face
remained buried in my ass.  After a little while he left my ass and reached
for a small mirror that he had on his night stand.  He placed it at my hole
and told me to look.

"See boy, look at you hole.  It's a fucking mangina."  Bob was correct.  My
hole was opened very wide and wouldn't shut.  Anything could be fucked into
my ass at this point and I wouldn't have noticed.

"Ok, now, I want some of that ass action as well.  Get up and put that
pretty mouth of yours on my ass, and I want you to eat me good."  I got up
from the bed, feeling slightly light headed, and started tongue fucking
Robert's ass.  I could tell that he didn't get fucked that much, if at all,
because it was very hard to loosen his hole up at all, but I still ate it
like a starving kid.  From the moans coming from his mouth, I knew that he
was enjoying what I was doing.

"That's it slut, that's the way to eat an ass.  You're my little girl and
will do anything that I tell you to."  I wasn't sure about how to react to
the comment about me being his little girl, but I was a pimped out piece of
boy hole and did feel like I needed to take whatever was said or done to me.
  It was ok, it was part of the New York experience I was told.  Bob started
jacking his cock off and before I knew it his was spraying another thick
load into the air.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Bob yelled out as he reached climax once again.  If I
would have counted that would have been orgasm #4 or #5.  Bob was definitely
all man and knew that I could be in for another couple of hours of sex if he
wanted it.  I was handed off to Bob at Big Cup so that he could fuck me and
I had really no say in the situation, but in all honesty, I didn't mind.
Bob was everything I could have wished for and more!  I knew why he had the
reputation that he did.

Bob grew very quiet and inactive after his most recent climax and fell
asleep.  I wasn't sure exactly what to do so I lay next to him and fell
asleep.  After a few hours of rest we awoke from the ring of his cell phone.

"Hello.  Yes, he was absolutely perfect Marc.  Thanks for sharing him with
me."  As Bob continued speaking on the cell phone he motioned for me to
start sucking his cock again.  Feeling newly refreshed from the nap, I had
no problem obeying him and stuffed his cock full into my mouth.  Bob held
the cell phone to my mouth on his cock.

"Hear that?  Hear those gurgles?  That's your boy, stuffed as full as he can
be with my Italian meat.  He loves it.  He's such a whore."  I felt bad that
Marc had to hear that, and that I couldn't be with Marc, but I'm sure he was
having his own fun and I knew that he wouldn't blame me for wanting Bob as
much as I did, in fact, it was his doing.

"Ok, you're ruining my blow job buddy.  I'll call you back later."  Bob hung
up the phone and gave me his full attention.    I couldn't believe how hard
his cock was again and it was leaking large amounts of precum.  It was the
best!  Even better was the fact that Bob continued to treat me like his own
personal slut.

"Suck it you slut, suck my Italian meat."  Bob was shoving as much of his
cock into my mouth as he could, almost adding his balls.  I sucked, and
sucked, and sucked, until I could feel Bob tensing up and he released more
of his seed into my mouth.  He unloaded so much of his sperm that some of it
began to leak out of my mouth before I had the chance to suck it down my
throat.

"Good girl.  You did a good job today Mical."  Bob got up off the bed and
threw my clothes at me.  "Time for you to go.  Hurry up.  Marc is taking you
out tonight and needs you back at the hotel.  There's money on the dresser
for a cab.  Go."

"Can't I take a shower or wash up first," I asked.

"No, I have my own plans this evening and need the shower for myself.  I
don't want to ask you again.  I fucked you, got what I wanted out of you,
now go or I will force you out."  I quickly put my things on and used one of
my socks to wipe some of the cum from my forehead and body.  It got most of
it off, but not all of it.  I didn't feel to bad because it was barely
noticeable and after all, this was Chelsea, and I am sure that I would not
be the first boy to walk down the street with cum on his face.  Bob walked
into the bathroom without saying goodbye, which made me want to leave even
faster.

I was able to get a cab the moment I left his building and went back to the
Waldorf Astoria.  For the first time I since I was with Bob, I saw myself in
the reflection mirror at the front of the cab.  I was a mess.  My hair was
wild, I looked exhausted, and I had dried cum all over my face.  I wanted to
quickly go back up to the suite at the hotel before anyone saw me.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a key, so I had to ask someone at the desk to
help me out.  While I was at the desk I heard snickers and comments being
made about me, but I tried to ignore them.

As I was unlocking the door to the suite, I could hear moans and shrieks of
pleasure coming from the bedroom.  As I made my way closer to the action I
could see that Marc was having fun with not one, not two, but three blond
young men, triplets.  Marc was too busy to notice my arrival.  He had one
kid bouncing on his cock, one kid was sucking on his nipples, and the other
boy was standing against the headboard, his ass lowered above Marc's eager
tongue.  The one boy having his ass eaten had cum stains on his ass and I
imagined that Marc was eating the rest directly from the place where he had
deposited it.  The boy sucking on his erect nipples also had been visibly
marked with Marc's cum, therefore, he was probably working on implanting the
last one with his man juice.  They were all having a lot of fun.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Daddy Marc, ooooohhh yes.  FUCK ME!  USE ME, RAPE ME LIKE YOU
DID TO MY BROTHERS," the blond twink belted out at the top of his lungs.
His hands were placed at the side of his body, firmly planted on the
mattress, and was grinding hard onto Marc's hardened cock.  Within seconds
his cock was flowing and spraying his boy juice into the air.  Marc tossed
the boy away from his face so he could drink in his brother's cum that was
flying at him.  Marc saw me at the door, smiled and said.

"Almost done here kiddo," and gave the bouncing boy a few last hard thrusts.
  These thrusts made the boy unleash his last few spurts of cum.

"GONNNA CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE, GOONNNNNAAA FUCK CUMMMMMMM... AGGGGGHHHHHHH..."
and with those words Marc was dumping his last load deep into the ass of the
cute blond twink.  Marc wrapped all three of the triplets up into his arms
and kissed them for a few minutes.

"Thanks boys. That was great.  Run into the bathroom and clean up.  I
wouldn't want your parents to know what their sweet innocent 16 year olds
had been up to."   Each boy took their time to get out of the bed and gave
Marc one last deep kiss before they left.  Each said hello to me as they
passed.

"Well, looks like you were busy."

"Yes, I was, just like you and Bob. You know how I like my boys young and
the boys in this town know more about gay sex at a much younger age.  There
is never a lack for willing and slutty bottom boys in this town."

"Yes, I know.  I am proof of your lust for younger boys," and gave him a
smile.

"Take those clothes off and come join me in bed."  I didn't have to wait for
him to say anything else.  My clothes flew off and I jumped into the bed. I
was so happy to feel Marc's naked body against mine.  It was exactly the
place where I belonged.  Slowly the boys finished up and exited the suite.

"See you next time boys," Marc replied as the boys went through the door.
"Now, it is our time."  Marc started licking my chest and then gave me a
strong kiss on my lips, but he pulled away and gave me an odd look.

"You still smell like Bob's cum, and I probably still smell like the
triplets, so, lets go clean ourselves up in the bathroom."  I followed Marc
into the shower.  The warm spray coming from the faucets felt fantastic.
Marc grabbed a bar of soap and started cleansing my body.  With soft and
gentle strokes he rubbed my body until my chest and back was covered in
lather.  He picked up the shower head and rinsed the soap from my body.  He
placed the bar in his hand and worked up another good lather and rubbed it
around my crotch as he held me from behind, kissing me the entire time.
With my hands placed against the wall of the shower, Marc got down on his
knees and slowly massaged the soap into my crack and on my buttocks.  It
felt so good, and Marc was cleaning me out very well.  Marc got back up unto
his feet and reached outside the walk in shower.  He took a long metallic
hose from outside on the floor and attached it to the shower head, just like
a professional.  He placed the spout gently inside my hole and then the
water started filling my bowels.

"Have to get you completely clean boy, you've had a lot up in your ass."

"Yes sir," I repeated as the first stream of water left my ass.

"Wow, you are a clean boy.  That stream of water is clear.  Now boy, you
keep giving yourself this enema for a few more minutes and I'll tell you
when to stop."  Marc left me in the shower with the hose still stuck in my
ass.  The sensation of giving yourself an enema is a refreshing and
exhilarating feeling.  I had always been proud of how clean my asshole was.
There is nothing more disgusting that a messy bottom boy and I didn't want
any hot top to be scared of my ass.  I loved my ass being taken care of way
too much.  After a few more minutes Marc called to me and told me to get
out.  I wrapped a towel around my waist and joined him in the bathroom where
he was shaving.

"So, what fun sexual encounters do you have lined up for me tonight?

"Nothing.  You're mine tonight.  You're all mine.  I've made some dinner
reservations for the two of us at one of my favorite restaurants and then
you and I are going to be together.  I've missed you.  This was supposed to
be our weekend and I haven't seen much of your cute face."  Hearing him say
this really made me feel good.  I smiled and wrapped my hands around him
from behind.

"I would like nothing more tonight.  The whole night with the man I love."

The rest of the weekend was spent this way, just me and Marc.  Marc decided
to use the remaining time we had together to show me some of the attractions
of the city that didn't have anything to do with the men.  We took me to the
MET, to a Knicks game, and bought me tons of clothes at some amazing stores
on Madison and down in SO HO.  He also used the opportunity to show me some
me some colleges, like his alma mater, and explained how much good it would
be for me to get away from small town America and experience a town like New
York.

I truly enjoyed this part of the trip, sightseeing with Marc, but before I
knew it we were back at the airport heading home.  I truly savored every
last second I had with Marc on the plane because I wasn't sure if I'd ever
get that chance again.


When the plane landed at home, it was early in the evening.  After we had
grabbed our bags we saw Marc's driver, who had driven us to the airport, and
we got inside.  It was nice to be back home in the slower pace of the
suburbs, but I did think that life in New York City was exciting.  I
definitely would look into schools like Columbia and NYU.  It is definitely
a place I could see myself living.

Being that we lived in a smaller town, it didn't take the long before we
were pulling into the driveway of my house.  Most of the lights were still
on, so I thought that at least someone must have been home.  I didn't think
my mother had returned home yet so I figured it was my father, but I doubted
he was alone.

"Well son, this was an experience I will never forget."

"I won't either Marc.  Thank you soo much for taking me."  I leaned over and
gave Marc a very memorable kiss to thank him for all he had done for me.

"Call me this week.  We'll have dinner."

"I'd like that."  The driver came around and opened my door and carried my
bags up to the front door of the house.  As I opened the door the car drove
away honking goodbye to me a couple of times on its way.

When I got inside I was exhausted.  Plane rides always seem to have that
effect on me.  The lights in all the rooms were on, but I couldn't spot my
father anywhere, although I definitely heard him and could smell sex.  I
made my way upstairs towards my parent's bedroom, where I heard the muffled
screams of pleasure.  The door was open and two hot and sweaty men were on
the bed.  My father was positioned on all fours, arms outstretched towards
the bedroom door.  Behind him was Mr. Vitali, who was giving him a very hard
fucking.  I would have guessed that Mr. Vitali was about 6'4, 250 pounds of
muscle.  He had dark hair covering his body and it appeared he had almost 12
inches of meat plugging my father's ass.

"Heyyyy, heeyyyyy, Mical... ahhhhh... hooowww..wwww are yooooouu," my father
muttered out between thrusts of Mr. Vitali's cock.

"Great dad.  Looks like you're having fun.'

"Stay boy and watch. You really have to get Mr. Vitali to fuck you also,
aooooo, ahhhhhh, god damn... mmmm," I had never seen my father in such heights
of pleasure before.  Mr. Vitali's large cock was definitely hitting all the
right spots in his ass.  I could see my father cumming and cumming.  My
Vitali looked in my direction and smiled.

"Ha, ha, ugghhhh, lookin good Mical."

"Thanks Mr. Vitali, you too.  I'll leave you men alone."  I closed the door
so my father and neighbor could fuck in peace.  I went into my room and it
felt good to be home.  I lay down on my bed and fell asleep.  The sound of
my door opening woke me a few minutes later and the sight of naked Mr.
Vitali caught my attention.

"Where's my dad," I asked.

"Taking a shower.  I thought I'd come in here and give you some attention,
if you want it."  My oversexed body really needed the rest, but if you're
bottom boy and a hot top likes Mr. Vitali offers to fuck you, you don't turn
the offer down.

"Definitely," I got up off the bed so I could remove my clothing.  As I
removed my shirt Mr. Vitali lay himself down on my bed.  Although he had
just deposited numerous loads of his cum up my father's ass, and probably
all over his face and body, his cock was still half hard.  Even half hard it
was still larger than most men and I knew that it was my job to get him
fully hard again.

"Ok Mical, let's see what you've learned."  Mr. Vitali said to me as I
scanned every inch of his body with my eyes.  I couldn't believe the body
that was sprawled out in front of me on my bed.  I just couldn't believe the
luck that I had with men.  I must have done something very good in a
previous life to have all these hot me after me.  Words cannot describe the
perfection of Mr. Vitali, just like they can't describe Marc or even my
father.  A 6'4 towering man of 250 lbs of compact muscle, I could tell that
he was going to test everything I had learned.  I was up for it.

"Don't be shy boy, it's just a BIG cock.  Come on, come up here and suck on
it for DADDY," I crawled on the bed until my head was directly on top on his
massive cock.  It was still warm and still smelled like my father's ass.
Even though he had just spent the better part of an entire day fucking my
father in every position imaginable, he was still hard.  That was the
reliable thing I have come to learn about Italian men.  They are always hot,
always hard for a hot tight piece of ass.  I took my first taste of Mr.
Vitali.

"That's it boy, that's it," and Mr. Vitali guided my head further down on
his hardened meat.  His 12 inches were definitely a challenge for my
cock-sucking skills, but I was using every throat muscle I had to get as
much of his cock into my mouth as I could.  I became very aggressive with
the speed of my sucking, and Mr. Vitali was loving it and leaking enormous
amounts of fluid into my mouth.

"You're even better than I was told boy, very good."

"Thanks Daddy Vitali, you're cock tastes amazing."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but I have another taste for your mouth
to feast on."  Mr. Vitali lifted his legs up over his head so that they were
planted against the wall.  In fact, his ass was lifted off my bed and he was
balancing it in front of my face.  Just like his cock it was giving off an
incredible odor.  I had never smelled anything so hot in my life.  Just like
the rest of his body it was hairy around his hole and a dark shade of red.
My Vitali shut his eyes and said:

"Now, eat that hole up boy, eat it hard and fast."  I went right to work.
Ass is something you learn to love, some men don't enjoy it, but I love it.
There is a sweatiness and a ripeness about a man's hole that drives me wild
with lust, still to this day.

In long strides with my tongue I sucked on his asshole, for as long as I
could.  I licked and I licked and I licked his hole like it was candy.  But,
no matter how many licks I have his hole it did not satisfy my hunger.  I
needed more.  That is when I opened my mouth as wide as I could and attacked
Mr. Vitali's hot ass, with everything I had in me, like I was devouring a
piece of fruit.  I knew from the moans it produced that Mr. Vitali was
enjoying himself.

"WOW BOY.  WHAT A FUCKING WHORE YOU ARE.  THAT IS SOME GREAT ASS EATING.
YOU ARE ONE HUNGRY PUP!"  I kept it up for a little bit longer and Mr.
Vitali's cock unleashed more fluids down onto my face.  He lowered his legs
back down onto the bed and looked me straight into the eyes.  I had the
feeling he was ready for something a little more intense.  He looked over at
some rope that was lying on the floor and said:

"Let's try something different."  I lay down on the bed while he went and
got the rope, and picked up a dirty jock from the floor as well.  He lifted
my arms and tied them to the posts of my bed.

"What is this for Daddy," I asked.

"Shhh boy, shhhhhh," he responded as he stuffed the old jock into my mouth
to shut me up.  "You're going to enjoy this.  Just shut your eyes and take
it.  Give it all up to me boy," and with that the first inches of his cock
were rammed into my waiting ass and they were followed by more inches and
then the entire enormous thing.

"AHAIHFHFAJJSJSAFHFHFH," I tried to yell out in muffled cries, but it was no
use.  Mr. Vitali was going to keep on fucking me as hard and as much as he
wanted.  He was taking long, deep thrusts into my ass and it felt amazing.
My head was spinning and I was literally seeing stars.  It was such a strong
and powerful fuck and Mr. Vitali was using every muscle in his body and
every pound to give me everything he had.

"Ohhh, yeah, such a hot fucking ass boy, oooohhh, ahhhh, yessss," he was
able to moan out as he drilled his cock hard into me.  I have no idea how
long he had been fucking me for, but it felt like forever.  He just kept
fucking like a madman on a fucking mission.  I seriously began to think that
he was going to fuck me to death.  I wasn't sure how much more of his
intense drilling I could take.  Just before I was about to pass out from the
extreme pounding my body was taking, he pulled out.  With a few yanks of his
cock his began unleashing his load on my body.  Load after load, I think 8
total, he drenched my body with.  His body was shuddering and he finally
went limp.  He just looked at me and smiled.

"Wow, you are such a hottie Mical.  We are definitely going to do this more
often."  He untied my arms from the bedposts and took the jock out from my
mouth.

"You got Mr. Vitali," I answered back.

"What's that Boy," he asked me angrily.

"I mean, DADDY VITALI."

"That's more like it son.  Now, you be a good boy and clean up.  I know how
much your father has been looking forward to your return."  Mr. Vitali got
up and walked out my bedroom door, flexing his tight ass muscles on his way.
  He went back into my father's room to get dressed and I could tell that he
was conversing with my father.

I was deadly tired and knew that I couldn't bottom any more that night, or
even the next day.  I needed some time to recuperate from the intense
weekend of sex that I had just gone through.  I knew that my father would
understand, no matter how hot and horny he was to get his cock in my ass.

"Hey there son.  Mr. Vitali said you take cock like your ole man."

"Well, I hope so Dad.  You really can take a mean fucking."

"And Mr. Vitali sure knows how to deliver a mean fucking son," my dad
laughed as he touched his ass with a sore look on his face.  "Get some rest
tonight son.  As much as I want to make love to you, I know how exhausted
you are. I'll wait for the morning."  He came over to the bed and gave me a
passionate kiss on my lips, "and don't worry, you don't have to go to school
in the morning. Goodnight son,"

"Goodnight Dad," and I drifted off into a well deserved sleep.