Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 15:55:39 -0400
From: Mical Manchester <nycbottommical@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Men- 2

Thanks for all the great emails after the first installment.  I have enjoyed
writing so far and will continue to do so.  I enjoy using my own experiences
as inspiration for this story.  Again, I would love to hear from any of you
with comments about the story and things you would like to see in the
future.  Please feel free to email me at: nycbottommical@hotmail.com.  I
have also gotten some requests and you can see my pics on the bigmuscle.com
website.  My profile is #57703.  I'm older now, but you can get an idea of
what I looked like when I was 16 and lusting after my dad!  Some of the pics
were taken on my dad's boat.


Back at school, my mind raced.  My thoughts were preoccupied with by my
father and the men he was fucking.  I had a basketball game that I needed to
focus on, but I couldn't.  How could I?  What was happening back at my house
with my father was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to see my
father do and perform things that I had gone to bed soo many times at night
dreaming about.  Even though my mother would be gone several days, leaving
my father many chances for tricks, I just couldn't miss a second of the
action.

"There you are Manchester.  Where the hell have you been," coach called as
he spotted me entering the locker room.

"No where coach, sorry about being late."

"Are you feeling alright?  You're sweating bullets."  I looked at my
reflection in the mirror and the coach was right.  My face was red and my
blond hair was matted down with sweat.  "I just got off the phone with your
dad and he said he didn't know where you were, but you're here now so get
changed and focus," and with a smirk he added, "that dad of yours is one
good guy!"  This comment made me question more the relationship between my
father and the coach.  Had my father and the coach been together sexually?
I wouldn't have blamed either one for wanting the other.  They both were
perfect specimens of man and I had many dreams about getting fucked by my
coach in this exact locker room after practice.

I knew that my father didn't waste time and I was sure that he was buried
deep in another hot piece of ass with his balls banging the hell out of
another hot stud.  There was still another hour before game time and the
more I sat the more I wanted to go back home and spy on my father and Chris.
  I had read soo much of the communication between Chris and my father that
I was excited to see it finally materialize into something actual, but in
order to do so, I was going to have to get out of playing tonight.

"Coach, I'm really not feeling well.  I'm not sure I'm up to playing
tonight."  I definitely looked flushed and sick, so I would use it to my
advantage.

"Yeah, you don't look well.  Why don't you rest in my office and we will
make a game time decision, ok?"  I followed him back into his office and lay
down on the cot that he had in there.  As I was getting down on it I
couldn't help but notice that there were dried cum stains on it.  What
exactly did the coach do in here?  My mind was racing, but than again I was
questioning everyone's sexual intentions.  Thinking about coach sexually
made me think more about what was happening back with my father.  I would
ride this out until game time and then finally get to go home.
The plan worked and I was let go.  My coach wanted to call my father but I
told him that he wouldn't be home because of a "work" arrangement.  I
couldn't help but notice that the term "work" arrangement brought a smile to
Coach's face.  From the conversation they had earlier in the day I'm sure he
knew what kind of work he was up to.  So, I was able to leave.

Once again I did not want to pull up to my house and give my father any
notice that I was home, so I parked a few blocks from my house.  It was dark
by the time I got to our neighborhood and as I walked towards our house I
could see the big structure all lit up.  It seemed the lights were on in
almost every room on every floor.  There was not only one car parked outside
of our home, but several.  It appeared that Chris was one of many invited
guests to our home that evening and I imagined that the action had started
inside.

I wasn't sure how to get inside.  There were men everywhere in the house and
I wasn't sure I could get anywhere in the house unnoticed.  Seeing that it
was dark outside I decided to sneak around the house and look into windows,
realizing that I might even have to sneak into a window to get inside.  The
funny thing was, nobody was on the main floor of the house?  Not one single
naked man.  My father had converted our basement into one giant lounge with
a bar, pool table, etc.., a place where we could entertain company, so I was
sure that the party was taking place down there.

I moved around to a section of the house in which we had a few windows that
looked down into the basement because I just had to see if my perceptions
were correct.  They were, and beyond my wildest dreams.  It was an orgy
taking place in the basement.  There were naked men everywhere, fucking and
sucking.  In the middle of the room a sling had been placed and a cute,
young, skinny blond boy was being taken advantage of by several larger and
older men.  They kept holding a small bottle up to his nose, poppers I
imagined, to keep him capable, especially when he was being fisted.

But, there was only one scene that mattered to me, and that was the scene
around the pool table.  There on the green felt was my naked father, on his
back, surrounded by a group of 5 men.  One of the men was on the table with
his ass directly above my father's face, where my father was rimming him
deep and good.  My father had the thick cock of another man in his right
hand and another in the left, and was giving them both a hard jack off.  The
third man was outstretched on the table and was playing with my father's
tough and very erect nipples.  He was spending a lot of time tweaking them
and lightly biting them.  It was the last man that amazed me the most, for
he was fucking my father with a force that shook the whole table.  I thought
my father was a top, a total top, but was amazed with his versatile
abilities.  My father was just a sexual creature and he was good at whatever
he did.  My father moved his mouth just slightly and screamed,

"YES, FUCK ME, USE MY CUNT, COME ON, RAPE ME," and he moved his mouth from
the man's ass to his cock which was now completely stuffed down his throat.
One of the men that was getting his cock jacked off switched positions and
began to blow my father who was leaking a lot of precum.  I was leaking
through my pants and couldn't help but take my cock out and stroke it.
About the time I was ready to cum I felt a strong pair of hands on my
shoulder.

"Enjoying the show?"  Even with the darkness I recognized the man from his
pictures, it was Chris.  He had been out on the patio smoking a joint when
he spotted me and I feared that he was going to go inside and tell me
father.  Instead, he acted like he didn't know who I was, and thought that,
like the young blond boy, I had been invited to join in on the party.

"Let's go inside and have some fun.  We have to hurry up because the ole
man's son will be home soon and we have to be out of the house," the man
said as he fondled my body. "They have some private rooms in there and I
don't want to share you with anyone," and with that he pulled me up, grabbed
my hand and led me into the house.  The main rooms were empty, but I could
hear instantaneously the moans, groans, and pleasure of men that were truly
enjoying some great sexual encounters.

We made our way to the second floor and my father's room was occupied with a
group of about 4 men.  Surprisingly, no one had found my room and Chris led
me inside.  I was happy to note that I didn't have any pictures of myself in
the room because I was about to have my cherry popped.  Yes, I had jacked
off with and had blown other men, but at 16, my cherry had yet to be popped
and I couldn't imagine a better situation than this.  Chris shut the door
and immediately began to remove his clothing.  Once he was bare asses he lay
back on my bed.

"Strip for me boy, show me that hot bod."  I was an obedient kid, so I did
what I was told.  I had always been proud of my body so I didn't mind
showing what I had.  He was stroking his cock and with each article that
left me body he got harder and the look in his eyes intensified.  Even
though this was my first time, I wasn't acting like a beginner, but a pro.
It must run in my genes.

"Turn around and show me that hole."  I obeyed and separated my cheeks so he
could get a good look at my hole.  Without instruction I licked my fingers
and brought them to my hole and began fucking the bright rosebud.  This
proved to be too much for the man to handle and he got up off the bed,
grabbed me, planted a huge kiss on my lips and then pushed me onto my knees.

"Suck my cock boy, show me what a good whore you can be.  Take it all and
worship my meat."  I had been practicing with a lot of men, therefore, I did
not have a problem with it, in fact, I prided myself on the knowledge I was
a great cock sucker.

"Ooohhh, that feels soo good boy, I can't wait to get this cock in that hole
of yours, ooohhhh, yeah, I can't wait any longer."  He brought my precum
drenched mouth up from his cock and turned me around.  He pushed my down on
the bed, on my back and began to lift my legs.  He began fingering my hole
and gave it one good sniff.

"Its time this pussy got fucked.  Everyone else here tonight is getting
laid, and a good young slut like you should be as well."  He reached down
into his pant pockets and pulled out a condom.  I watched slowly as the
latex was rolled over his thick, veiny, manly cock.  My mouth salivated and
my ass started to get wet!

"PLEASE SIR, I NEED IT REALLY BAD!  I have to have that cock, please!"

"Well, since you asked correctly, here in comes."  He shoved the first few
inches into my hole and the pain was tremendous.  He wasn't looking at my
face so he didn't see that I hadn't adjusted and he shoved another few
inches into my butt.

"AHHHH, AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH," I screamed at the top of my lungs, which
brought his eyes directly to mine.

"Whore, you are going to be fucked and fucked by all of this meat, so quiet
down and enjoy this."  He was no longer allowing my hole an opportunity to
adjust to the girth and he started his assault, rough, hard and nasty.  He
slammed into me with all he had in him and my head was pushed hard into the
wall with each brutal slam.

"AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, AHH, URRRRRRRRRRRJAKKK...OCOOOOOOOO..."
I had been turned into an incoherent bottom boy.  The pain was brutal and
I'm sure my ass was bleeding, but somehow, I wanted to enjoy this.  Slowly
I began to relax.  Slowly I became more capable of taking the thrusting
cock in my ass.  Something deep inside my body started to tingle and the
tears that had been pouring out of my eyes began to stop.  In fact, my cock
was harder than it had been in my life and I hadn't even touched it.

"That's right, that's right.  Your pussy feels soo good and right on my dick
boy and its just going to get better."  He flipped my body around and raised
my ass.  My screams and moans were now muffled by the pillow.  Chris picked
up from where we had ended things and started his brutal fuck on my ass once
again.  He was really going to town on my hole when the door opened.

"I could hear this bitch screaming all the way down in the basement.  You
save some of that energy Chris, I want a piece of you later," I recognized
the voice to be that of my father.  Good thing I was head down in the pillow
or he would have seen me.  "Mmm, he does look good Chris."

"Best piece of pussy I've had in a long time Ric, a long time!  Like you,
there is nothing better than popping the cherry of a young slut!"

"Agreed.  Just get going, looking at that slut makes me think about my own
son and the fact that it will be only a little more time before my son gets
home and we have to be out of here." He left the room without shutting the
door.

"Ooohh, arrhhhgggjj, oohhhhhhhhh," Chris began panting and his cock was
throbbing from my insides.  I squeezed down on his cock to make sure that my
hole was extra tight and make his orgasm the best.  He was close.

"Here is comes my whore, here is cummmmmmmmmmmmmsssm,,,,ahhhhhhh,
ahhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmpopppppppp," and with that last gasp he dumped
loads after loads of cum onto my back.  From outside the room came a round
of applause.  A group of men had gathered and watched the last few thrusts
that got Chris off.  I myself had cum many times without touching my dick.
Chris had found my prostate over and over again.

I turned my face to the side and I was exhausted.  Chris was quick to pick
up his clothes and start dressing.  "Come on boy, get up.  You heard the
man, you can't be hear any longer.  It's time for you to go home to Mommy."
Fearing that one of the men in the house would recognize me, I grabbed my
clothes, quickly got dressed and ran out of the house with the men laughing
behind me.

"That bitch must be late for curfew," one of them said.  I did spot my
father on my way out.  He was on the couch in a jock strap, chugging a beer
and was surrounded by lots of half dressed men.  They were clearly enjoy the
"post" orgy euphoria.  I had only made it down the street a little ways when
the men back at my house started getting into their cars.  I looked back and
noticed the house was now dark and that someone was locking the front door.
My father must be going somewhere else tonight I thought.  Most of the cars
sped by me as I walked on the sidewalk, although one slowed own.

"Thanks again boy, you have one great ass on you, here."  He handed me a
piece of paper with his number on it.  "Anytime you need to be fucked give
me a call," and he drove away.  I looked at the paper and smiled.  It was at
times a rough introduction to sex, but it did feel great.  I was no longer a
virgin.

After a few minutes I made it to my car.  I looked into the mirror and saw
that I was a fucked up mess.  I tried the best I could to clean myself up,
but realized I could just wash up at home since my father had left.  I was
definitely feeling very good!