Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 00:03:42 -0400
From: nycbottommical@hotmail.com
Subject: My Father's Men-4

Thanks for all the great emails.  I have enjoyed writing so far and will
continue to do so.  All the positive feedback has really made me eager to
continue with this series.  I enjoy using my own experiences as inspiration
for this story.  Most of the events are true and I don't mind saying which
ones if you ask.  The story is progressing how it did for me and there will
be contact between Mical and his father, don't worry.  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.



Running errands with my grandmother was exhausting, but it was a nice break
from the sexual feelings that had been pulsating through my body ever since
my mother left Friday morning.  It gave me a break from the sex and an
opportunity to focus on other parts of my life.  But the more I tried to
forget about sex and my father, the more I thought about it. I was feeling
horny and I was feeling sexual.  It didn't make me content any longer to
watch my father engage in all of his sexual conquests.  I wanted to be
having the same experiences that he was.  I was a hot guy and didn't have
any problem finding a man that was interested in fucking me, so why wasn't I
acting on this?  I had been lusting after my father for years now, only to
find out that my dreams of him were in fact reality.  The problem was that I
didn't feel he had these same feelings for me or else he would have done
something by now.  Now what could I do?

I decided to take my own chances and head to the Manhole.  I had been
invited on several occasions to come to the bar and there were always rumors
about underage boys being allowed admittance to the bar, so I decided to
test it for myself.  Before leaving my grandmother's house I decided to
`freshen' up in the bathroom.  I wasn't looking all that bad, in fact, I was
looking very fuckable.  My jeans displayed my legs and ass very prominently
and my white t-shirt showed off my pecs and biceps very nicely.  Most
importantly, I was a piece of fresh, young meat, and according to the tales
this is exactly what the daddies down at the Manhole were looking for.

I pulled into the driveway of the Manhole and sat there for a while.  I had
to get my nerves together and get up some courage.  I walked in the bar and
was immediately the center of attention.  Man after man came over and said
"hello" in an attempt to get my attention and to check me out.  Mac, the
rough looking owner of the bar, came over, checked me out and gave me a
smile.

"What can I get you kid?"

"Whiskey please."

"A strong drink for a strong kid," Mac expressed as he licked his lips and
lewdly looked at my body, "the best whiskey in the place, coming up."  He
brought it over and I took a sip.  It was a strong, but had a relaxing
effect on my nerves.  I looked around the place and noticed that there were
a lot of men there, but none that caught my eye.  Every man seemed to be
about 50, slightly overweight and hairy, not exactly the father figure type
I was looking for.  I imagined that the crowd must pick up in the evenings
and decided to finish my drink and go.  I was about to accept the afternoon
as a loss when a tall, handsome blond man came up and sat next to me at the
bar.

"Tough day kid," he asked, looking me squarely in the face, "Mac, the usual
please."

"No, I just was looking for something that isn't here, that is, until now,"
there was no need for me to be shy and not state the obvious.  The man was
tall, mid 30s, blond, with blue eyes, a large muscular build, he was very
well dressed and he looked like an older version of myself.  In fact, I
looked like I could be his son, which Mac noticed.

"This your boy Marc?"

"No, but he looks like he could be a Skelton.  I may not be his daddy right
now, but give me a chance!"  This last bold comment drew a loud laugh out of
Mac, a chuckle out of Marc and smile out of me.  I had stated my interest in
him and he was just responding.

"I'll leave you two men alone," Mac said as he backed away from the bar.

"I'm Marc Skelton," the hot blond man said as he extended his hand to me for
an introduction, "You can call me Marc, Mr. Skelton, or anything else."

"I'm Mical, Mical Manchester."

"Manchester?  You related to Richard?"

"Yes, he's my father."

"Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  You look like a younger,
blond version of your daddy."

"Thanks."

"Look Mical, I'm not a person who will beat around the bush.  I think you
are absolutely adorable and I would like to get to know you better.  Let's
finish our drinks and get out of here, what do you say?'

"That sounds perfect."  I gave my drink one last gulp, waved goodbye to Mac
and followed Marc out of the bar.

"You men play safe." Mac called out as we left.

We walked towards a black Jaguar, barely speaking.  He came over to the
passenger side to open the door for me and let me in.  He was a gentleman
and, even though going home with a guy is a risky thing, I felt very safe
with this guy, I mean, he did open and shut the door for me.  I wasn't
worried about leaving my own car in the parking lot.  I had more important
things on my mind.  I did want to alert my father that I wouldn't be home
until later and so he could get on with his own sexual activities.  I
reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone.

"Hey dad, it's Mical.  I won't be home for awhile because I have some things
to do... ok...sounds good...see you later," as I ended my phone call Marc
smiled at me.

"Good idea kid."

We made small talk as we drove.  He asked me questions about what I liked
doing, where I went to school, and even had questions for me about my
father.  It turns out that Marc was a well known physician in the area with
a very successful practice.  I noticed from the ring on his hand that he was
married and he spoke openly about his 2 younger sons who were on vacation
with their mother.  The drive took us about 20 minutes and I was feeling
very comfortable with Marc, not to mention the fact that I was really
attracted to him, and when we pulled into his driveway I was ready to do
whatever this man had in mind.

The house was absolutely gigantic, which is hard for me to say since I am
from a wealthy family.  It was several stories high, brick, and it
encompassed an enormous amount of land around it.  I noticed that I was
really looking at the house and failed to notice that Marc had gotten out
and came to my door.

"Here we are Mical," and he led me inside, with his hand on my back.  We
entered the house into a huge entryway with a spiral staircase leading
almost to the heavens.  The walls surrounding the staircase were mounted
with family photos of the Skelton family and they looked like the perfect
American family, so I could relate with him.  We walked up the stairs and he
led me into a large suite, which included several rooms and a large
bathroom.  In the center of the main bedroom was one of the largest beds
that I had seen in my life.  Marc came up behind me, put his arms around me
and whispered in my ear:

"You are soo beautiful Mical.  I want to make this a really great experience
for you."  Marc began peeling off the t-shirt that I had on and once he had
done so he began to lovingly caress and kiss my back and the back of my
neck.  His kisses and his touch felt soo good and I closed my eyes.  Marc
turned my body around and began kissing and sucking my chest.  Once he got
to my nipples he lightly bit them and tug of them with his teeth, which made
them very erect.  He kissed my chest all the way down to my abs, where I
felt him stop. He had me sit on the edge of the bed where he pulled off my
jeans.  He briefly fondled my hardened cock in my tighty whities.  He looked
into my eyes and saw the lust that he was bringing out of me and peeled the
rest off.  My cock and balls sprang free and he went right to town.

"Ooooh, Marc, that feels soooo good.  Please, suck it."  Marc was
worshipping my cock like it was a precious object.  He traced both sides of
my shaft with his tongue and began to suck it like a kid would a lollipop.
He had no problem taking the whole thing into his mouth and didn't seemed
rushed.  He took his time and clearly was enjoying bringing me pleasure.  I
was moaning uncontrollably when Marc took his mouth off my crotch and got
up.

"Sit back stud, and enjoy the show!"  I sat back towards the top of the bed,
with an enormous supply of pillows giving me support.  At the edge of the
bed Marc started to take off his clothing and was doing so in a very
tantalizing manner.  Even as parts of his body were shown to me for the
first time, I couldn't take my eyes off of his handsome face.  He was
mesmerizing.  He had a very strong muscular face with warm and sparkling
eyes.  While I had focused on his face his dress shirt and tie had come off
revealing one of the largest chests I had ever seen.  It was in the perfect
"T" formation and it was covered in a very light sprinkling of blond chest
hair..  He had broad, powerful shoulders and a tiny waistline.  He had one
of those rare "8 packs" but he prided himself on his chest.  He flexed his
massive chest muscles for me and I could swear that they were dancing.  His
chest was capped off by the most beautiful, large, pink nipples that stood
out very strongly.
His pants fell to the floor with one swift tug and I couldn't help but
salivate.  Marc wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was sticking out
straight at me, pointing at me, inviting me to touch it.  As I started to
inch forward towards it, Marc began to shake it at me.  He motioned me
forward with his finger and said:

"That's it boy, come here.  I need those beautiful lips on my cock."

"Yes sir!"  He didn't have to ask me twice and I wanted to reciprocate for
him the wonderful job he had done on my own cock earlier.  Once I got up to
the cock I was on all fours on the bed, facing the cock.  What I hadn't
noticed was the size of his testicles.  They were the size of oranges.  They
were huge and covered in a generous amount of hair.  His cock was a little
smaller than my father's (although he had nice inches so could I really
complain?) but it was larger in girth.  I placed the object in my hands and
I could barely get them around the balls and cock.  They felt warm in my
hands and I couldn't wait to taste them.

"Mmmmpphh, mpppphhhhh, muppppphhhhh," my mouth was truly enjoying the taste
and size of the cock in it, "mmmmmm, mmppppppppppp."  Up and down my head
bobbed, up and down I sucked his cock to the best of my abilities.
Cocksucking is what I knew I was good at and I wanted to give this man the
benefit of all my skills.  Time went by quickly and I was in heaven.  This
is definitely what I needed this afternoon and this was definitely the man
to give it to me.  I continued to suck his cock and was soo focused on the
task at hand I didn't even notice he had started to play with my ass.  While
my attention was on his cock he was refocusing his attention to my bubble
butt, in particular my once fucked tight hole.

He would lick a finger, beginning with his index, and slowly fuck it.  After
fucking it he would rub the whole thing with his fingers or palm.  He was
trying to loosen it up, and I knew it.

"That is one tight pussy on you boy.  That cherry is still pretty bright and
red.  Are you a virgin?" and he looked at me with some concern.

"Noomsms sodhppspp..."

"What boy?"  I let the cock fall from my mouth and tried to answer him
again.

"No sir," and quickly reinserted the hard meat into my mouth.

"Its ok boy, we'll take it at a comfortable pace for you."  I wasn't exactly
sure how I would handle that cock.  It was bigger than Chris', but I was
much more comfortable this time and Marc was taking his time and was
enjoying my body.  It wasn't a quick "wham, bam, thank you mam" type of
fuck.  Marc was doing his job well and my pussy was beginning to open up
naturally and it was begging for something more.  Marc placed his hands on
each side of my head and lifted me off the bed, bringing my mouth towards
his.  When my lips met his, they were wet and hungry.  He was a passionate
man and skillfully used his tongue.  He put his hands around my body and set
me down carefully on bed and began to lift my legs up over his head.

"This looks sooo good boy," and he dove at my pulsating hole and began to
lick it like he had my cock earlier.  Marc was a true lover, a true sexual
teacher, and I imagined this is how my father must have been with Sean and
the other boys that he initiated into man sex.  He began to tongue fuck it,
then would eat it some more.  It was all driving me crazy with lust.

"Please Marc, pleassssseee... mmmm, I need it, I nneed it real bad!"

"Is that right boy," Marc replied as he looked up from between my crotch,
"you want something bigger, harder in that pussy?"  There was no doubt in
mind.

"Yes sir, please, FUCK ME!"  The force with which that last statement came
out surprised both Marc and myself, but it was building in me since Chris
had cum all over back the day before.  It was time I released some of the
sexual tension and anger that had been building in my body since I spotted
my father and best friend fucking.

Marc scooted my body up towards the top of the bed and gave me another hard,
deep kiss.  He leaned over and opened up the drawer next to his bed.  Out
came a bottle of lubricant and the noticeable black wrapper of a Magnum
condom.  He straddled my body above and handed me the condom.

"Come on boy, I want you to slip it on my dick."  I put the wrapper in my
mouth and ripped it open with my teeth as I had seen men at my house do the
night before.  The rough action brought a smile to Marc's face and he could
tell that I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

"I'll start off nice and slow and build up a rhythm, but once I get going, I
really like to fuck.  If you can't take it, let me know."  His words were
all blurring together because all I wanted was for him to stab me with that
hot cock of his.

The best feeling in the world was that of tip of the cock entering my hole.
The girth of the tip alone stretched my hole to the max.  He got a sense of
the wetness of my pussy and decided it needed some more lube.  He grabbed
the bottle and inserted more onto his cock and in my hole.

It felt cold at first, but really perfect with the heat that his cock was
radiating.
He let me adjust to the size and shoved a few more inches forward.  The
feeling of being "stuffed" was amazing.  As he came to realize I was capable
of accommodating his size and width, he kept shoving inch after inch into my
willing hole.  What made this memorable for me was that he would look into
my eyes after he inch was added to my hole to make sure that I was ok and
comfortable.  Before I knew it, it was all in me.
"Ok, boy, I'm ready to fuck."

"Yes, yes, yes, it feels soooo great.  You're sooo big.  FUCK ME!"  Marc
pulled my legs higher onto his shoulders and pulled his cock out of my tight
pussy, watched it flex, and shoved his cock back in.  Over and over he
fucked me and it felt fantastic.

"You like my dick boy?  You like my big dick in you?

"Oooooh yes,oooooo... oooooooooooo, mmmpphh..."  I could barely talk and I
could barely move.  Marc had complete control of my body and I would let him
do whatever he wanted.

"Mmmm, your ass is nice and tight.  Fuck, this ass feels great boy, this ass
was made for fucking!"  Marc let my legs slip from his shoulders and came
down on me.  The heat from his body was amazing and so was his smell.  He
was really releasing a hormonal fragrance, something manly, something raw.
It was like he was an animal in heat and I was his pry, although, I didn't
mind.  I was the one clawing at his back and pulling him into me and begging
for more.  I grabbed onto his ass and pushed on it.

"Come on Marc, more, more, I need more..."  My whimpering made him smile.

"Hey boy, it's not over.  Your pussy was soo tight I thought I was going to
explode.  I want you to ride me."  Marc positioned himself on the bed and I
got up.  His cock hadn't gone down any and it was a rigid pole and I was
ready to lower myself down on it.  I felt prepared to ride cock.  I had
focused soo intensely on the way that Sean rode my father and wanted to
immolate it.  March put his hands on my shoulders and pushed them downwards
so that his tip was teasing the entrance of my pussy.

"I want you to ride it good and hard boy.  Come on, fuck yourself!"  For
once in either sexual situation I had a bit of control.  I could control the
pace and tempo to which I was being fucked and I loved it.  My ass was
aching for it, so I took it, nice and hard.  I bounced as hard as I could on
Marc's cock and rode it for all it was worth.

"OOOOOHHHHH, THAT'S IT BOY, OOOOOOHHHHHHH, YOU ARE THE BEST, A NATURAL!"
Marc's words spurred me on, and I just kept going.  Like my father the night
before, Marc was bucking and rising to meet my every movement.  From the
strain on his face I knew it wouldn't be long before he shot a load.

"OOOOHHHHH, THAT'S IT, OOOOOOOO, GONNNAAA CUM,,,, OOOOFF
GONNNNAA..AHHH,,IAGGRRHHHJJJ..OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." and he came right up my
hole.  I was a little disappointed because I wanted to fuck some more and
thought we had finished once he rolled out from underneath me.  The condom
was cum packed and I am surprised that it didn't burst.  Marc positioned me
on the bed once again, on all fours, and reached for another condom.  It
wasn't over, the next act was just beginning and I couldn't wait.

"You're mine now boy," and he grabbed my hips aggressively and started an
all out assault on my hole.  It was animalistic, intense and it felt good,
no, GREAT!  It was the first time I had felt objectified, and I didn't mind.
  This man, from what I had seen, was perfect and I would do anything I
could for him.  I knew he couldn't last much longer at the pace he was
going, so I clenched my ass ring as tight as I could, put my head into the
pillow and rode the fuck out.  Minutes went by and he wasn't getting any
closer to finishing.  The man was a marathon fucker.  Finally, I felt his
cock thicken in my ass and I knew what this meant.  I didn't want to miss
anything so I flipped over, looked over at him and begged:

"GIVE IT TO ME!  I WANT IT!  PLEASE!"

"Yeah, you want my cum, you want it boy?"

"Yes please!"

"Where do you want it boy?"

"On my face," and he wasted little time depositing his second load of spunk
on my face.

"ARGHHHHH, AHRRHHHHHHH, ARRHHHHHHHHHHHH," the familiar sound of a man
reaching his orgasm rang threw out the large home and it was a good thing
that he didn't have any neighbors because I'm sure they would have heard.
He came down and licked the cum off my face and then fed me some of it.

"That was the best boy, you are a keeper.  Now, let's get you off!"  He took
my cock in his hand and really starting pumping it hard.  With the other he
began to tweak my nipples and soon enough I was ready to cum.

"OOOOOHHHH, OOOOOOHHHHH, YEEESSSSSS, YESSSSS..."  and loads of my own cum hit
him in the chest, abs and face.  Returning the favor I licked some of it up
and fed it right back to him with my tongue.  Also, returning the favor, I
paid him a compliment.

"That was amazing Marc, I am speechless!"

"That's what I wanted boy.  I'm glad you enjoyed it!"  He planted himself on
top of me and kissed me, over and over again he kissed me.  It was loving
and charming, and maybe I was being naive (because I hadn't been with that
many men before) but I couldn't help but sense that he really liked me.  He
tossed me around, over him and beneath him and he was beaming from ear to
ear.  His smile melted my heart.

"Lets go wash up," he said, pulling me with him, and we walked into their
enormous master bathroom.  They had one of those walk in showers that could
have held 10 people, but I was content with sharing it with just this one.
He turned the knob and the sprays of hot water felt good on my weary, sexed
out body.  Marc grabbed a bar of soap and began washing my back.  I gave out
a slight yelp when he reached my ass because he took his time thoroughly
cleaning it all up.  He turned me around, held me tight to his body and
soaped up my chest, abs and then my crotch.  He was giving me a very careful
cleaning.  The whole time he was doing this his lips were locked to mine and
my hands held on tightly to his huge muscular ass.   I took the bar from him
and once again returned the favor.

We got out of the shower and he took his time drying me off with the softest
towel I had ever felt in my life.  I plopped my tired body down onto the bed
and watched him do the same, all the time admiring his majestic body and
handsome face.  He turned the sheets of the bed back and told me to get in.
I was exhausted and the bed was soo comfortable so I jumped right under the
sheets, pulling Marc underneath with me.  Wrapped in his arms I quickly fell
asleep, and we slept for hours.
Waking up in Marc's embrace was the perfect thing.  I looked up and he had
already awoken and was smiling down at me:

"Sleep well," he asked.

"The best," and I shifted my head from his chest to the pillows so I could
look into his handsome face as we spoke.

"You hungry?  I know this great place, that is, unless you have to go home?"

"No, that would be perfect, I just need to do one thing," I reached down
onto the floor and picked up my jeans and grabbed my cell.

"Hey dad, its Mical.  I just want to say that I'm at Marc's and I'm not sure
when I'll be home, if I'm coming home.  I just wanted to let you know I'm
alive and ok.  I love you and hope you're having fun."

"At Marc's?  Am I your boyfriend already?' Marc asked with a smile.

"Not yet, but one of my best friend's happens to have the same name."

"Oooh, I see."  We both got up and started to get dressed.  Marc went into
his expansive walk in closet and came out looking like he'd just stepped off
the runway.  He was impeccably dressed and I noticed that I wasn't.  I doubt
my jeans and t-shirt would work where we were headed.  With Marc I'd look
like a street hustler.  He sensed by state of awkwardness and offered to
help.

"Let me help you out.  Pick something from my closet, anything.  I've gone
through soo many sizes there must be something in there to fit your
beautiful body."  He helped me pick out a sweater and pair of slacks that
perfectly complimented my body.

"You look great stud."

"Thanks.  You have amazing taste."  Marc took me into the bathroom and we
finished getting ready.  He splashed some cologne on himself and then me,
perfected his hair and then handed me a spare toothbrush so I could brush my
teeth alongside him.  He was treating me like a real son, and I loved it.

"You look hot, perfect, my kind of boy!  We look like father and son.  Ready
to go," I looked into the mirror and saw that he was right, we did look like
family.  Everyone would think he was my father.  I left my clothes behind,
got into the car, and we drove downtown to a cute little Italian bistro.

"You're taking me here Marc?"

"Hey, we are both hungry and you are worth it!"

We walked into the place and we were seated, at one of the finest tables,
immediately.  There was a line of people waiting to get a table, but they
let Marc and I go right in.  Immediately the waiter brought us a bottle of
wine, Marc's usual, and the owner of the restaurant came over to say hello.
The menu was all in Italian and Marc ordered for me, telling that he got the
best stuff on the menu.  I trusted him.  The food came over, the wine flowed
(even if I was only 16) and the conversation was amazing.  There was never
an awkward pause and I just had soo much fun being with him.  When the
waiter came over and brought the check I realized we had been in the
restaurant over 3 hours.  The time just went by very fast.

"I can't thank you enough for dinner.  I have had the best day with you and
I have no idea how I can ever pay you back."

"The feeling is mutual and I am sure you will find a way.  It's late and
you're probably needing to get home and waiting to get rid of me."  I looked
at the watch Marc had loaned me and it was almost 11:00.  There was
something in me that was sad and didn't want to leave Marc.  On the way out
of the restaurant Marc surprised me and held my hand.  When we got to his
car he gave me a kiss and opened up the door for me.  He was a true
gentleman.

"Back to the Manhole to go get your car."

"You know, I don't really have any plans this evening, and if you don't
mind..." I started hesitating a bit and Marc finished off my thought.

"If you are asking if I'd like to spend the rest of the evening with you, I
would, I would love to.  I was afraid to ask you because I thought you had
something better to do than spend your time with an ole guy like myself."

"You are by far the best option I have tonight."  Marc smiled at me, put his
hand on my thigh and drove us back to his place.  Being only 16, the wine
had a very quick effect on my body and I fell asleep in the car.  The next
thing I knew I was upstairs lying in bed, alone, in the dark master suite.
Marc had obviously carried me upstairs and put me to bed.  (Not to mention
he had undressed me, I was completely naked.)  I got up and went looking for
Marc.  I saw lights coming from the kitchen and heard Marc talking on the
phone.

"Yes honey.  I am doing just fine...  Don't worry about...  it's ok if you
need to take a few more days...  I'll be fine," Marc saw me standing in the
doorway looking at him, naked, and continued, "I have a feeling I'll be just
fine!  Love you, and kiss the boys for me," and he hung up.

"The wife, she's all worried about me."

"I understand.  Sorry I passed out on you."

"That's ok stud, I knew you'd wake up sooner or later, if not, I would take
some more of that ass while you slept," he moved towards me and kissed me.
"I know you just got up, but I think it's time we get back into that bed."

"That sounds perfect."  Marc took the lead and led me back upstairs.  This
wasn't going to be another marathon fuck session like earlier in the day,
all Marc wanted to do was hold me and sleep.

"You're a great kid Mical."

"Thanks Marc. You make one hell of a daddy."  This wasn't my father, but he
was a pretty good substitute.  I was beginning to understand the dynamics of
the father/son relationship, things that my father hadn't taught me yet.
Marc was not flesh and blood, but we had a bond.  There in Marc's loving
arms I finally began to understand the relationship that my father had with
Sean, and it didn't make me feel as bad.  If my father wasn't going to give
me the "sexual guidance" I needed from an older male figure, Marc or others
would surely give it to me, although, I still hoped I would get to have the
chance with my own father.

To be continued...