Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 18:51:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY  SON  IN  THE  BAR - 3

A reminder, you must be at least 18 years old to read the following
story, and then only if its content is legal in the area where you live.
All legal warnings apply and are applicable, and I repeat again that this
story is erotic fantasy and pure fiction. Comments and suggestions have
been, and will be, welcomed at willingmike@yahoo.com.

                                 MY SON IN THE BAR -3-
                                 by WillingMike


     Tyrone just smiled at me as I stood next to him, watching his foot
long black cock, maybe the biggest I'd ever seen, smash over and over
into my son Shawn's bubble butt. From the view I had now it was obvious
that Shawn was pressing back hard against Tyrone's muscular body, eager
for each new brutal thrust to send his head bumping into the wall of the
bathroom stall.
     Ron, my construction worker buddy, had just released a mammoth load
into Shawn's mouth through the glory hole in that very wall, but once he
removed his spent dick from Shawn's mouth, there was nothing to buffer my
son's blonde head from the wall...not as hard as Tyrone was pounding him,
anyway!
     Ron slowly pulled his jeans back up, tucked in his T-shirt, and
walked over by me. He looked down with a smirk at my own rigid 9-incher,
and threw his left arm around my shoulder, saying "Mike, buddy, now that
the secret's out...all I can say is, if that ass of his is half as
talented as his mouth, you are one lucky daddy to have it available to
you all the time at home."
     At that, Tyrone delivered another resounding smack to Shawn's ass as
he fucked it, and loudly proclaimed "Oh, this the most 'talented' fuckin'
ass this nigger ever had, gentlemen!  Yeah, Dad surely gonna be tapping
this hole regular!"
     In the meantime, Tyrone's fellow trucker, Willie, was still standing
there slowly beating his own cock, and looking disgusted that he had been
told I was next in line for Shawn's ass...not him...but it was my own
son, for God's sake.  I had gone from stupid, naive disbelief to full
acknowledgement that my fifteen year old son was a full-fledged and very
experienced slut...and there was no reason for me to miss out on the
pleasure everyone else was getting from my boy.
     Ron watched the action for a while longer, then patted me on the
shoulder a couple of times and said "Well, I guess I'll meander back out
for another beer.  Man, I need one after that work-out!"
     Just as he started walking toward the restroom door, Tyrone let out
a growl that must have been heard up at the bar and slammed even harder
into Shawn's ass. "MMMMPHHH....UHHHHHH.....OHHHHH.....SHIT!" he yelled
out, as his entire body seemed to quiver and he reached up with his meaty
hands to grab both Shawn's shoulders and pull him back even tighter onto
that massive cock of his. Then he slumped over Shawn's glistening back
and panted for a few seconds, then roughly jerked his 12-incher out of
the boy's butthole. Cum was still dripping from the end of his cock, and
the sight of what appeared to be a full pint of white, thick cream
running out of the boy's gaping hole and down the back of both his legs
made me hotter than ever.
     "My turn now, son," I said with a hoarse voice.
     Shawn opened his eyes again, and turned his head to look back at
me.  "Dad...this is what I've wanted the most...for so long now.  But my
legs are really hurting, being bent sideways over this toilet seat. Is
there any way...I mean, it's up to you, you can do me any way you
want...but maybe I could lie down on the floor on my back?  And wrap my
legs around you?  That's the way...well, that's how I always kinda
picturing you fucking Mom and other women when I'd beat off."
     "Get your ass down there, but hurry up. I'm goddamned horny right
now, gotta get what's mine," I replied.
     Shawn hopped down from the toilet and laid himself flat on the cold
concrete floor.  He spread his legs wide and lifted them up at the knees,
waiting for me, eyeing my cock with a lustful expression the entire time.
I dropped down on top of him, none too gently, and felt his own rock hard
cock pressing up against my hairy gut. I lifted his legs with my own
hands, reared back, and ... SLAM ... my cock was drawn like a magnet into
his well-lubed hole and I instantly shoved it to the max. Shawn's head
tilted back and his eyes seemed to roll into his head, as he muttered
"Oh, God...oh, God...so good.  Fuck me, Dad!"
     And fuck him I did, with his ass being the tightest, smoothest,
warmest hole I had ever filled in my 32 years. I kept my own eyes open so
I could watch his every reaction, hear his every whimper and moan, and I
tried my best to match the ferocious pounding Tyrone had just given him.
     By that time Tyrone had slipped his trucking uniform back on, and he
and Ron just watched the action for a while, then slowly turned and
headed back out to the bar. Willie was still standing right beside us,
having slipped his pants all the way off now, and was still jacking his
meat in anticipation of his own turn  on my boy's lithe body.
     "Shit," he finally muttered, "gotta have my dick buried in
somethin'...cocksucker might as well get it good and wet for me till I
can get in his sweet young ass."  And with that he lowered himself over
Shawn's face, ordered "Open wide, bitch!" and rammed the full length of
his black cock into the kid's mouth.  The dick was maybe only a 6-incher,
but, like I said before, son of a bitch was as big around as a beer can.
From what I could see, Shawn was straining to get his mouth opened wide
enough to take it, but it looked like he was managing real well. I
quickly heard the same eager slurping sounds he had been making when he
sucked Ron's cock so well.
     This position put Willie's black ass, smooth except for a lot of
hair in the crack, right in my face, but that didn't bother me too
much at this moment.  I lifted my upper torso up slightly, and, with
Shawn's legs wrapped tightly around my waist,  kept right on punding
his butt. At one point, during an especially hard thrust by Willie, my
face was buried right in that hairy crack of his, but like I said...I was
past caring. Athletic Willie was slam-dunking Shawn's mouth just as
violently as I was nailing his smooth, slick butt, and we worked up quite
a rhythm together.  And Shawn was into it totally, hanging on to Willie's
butt with both his hands to keep him firmly in place while his mouth was
being fucked, and moving his body up to meet every one of his old man's
eager thrusts into his asshole.
     This went on for about ten more minutes before I knew I couldn't
hold out much longer. What felt like the biggest load of cum I had ever
produced worked its way up from my balls, and before I could stop myself
I was yelling and cussing as loud as Tyrone had when he emptied his load
into Shawn. And Shawn knew exactly what was happening, too, 'cause he
clenched those ass muscles of his so tight around by erupting dick, I
thought I was gonna pass out. I was so weak I just dropped my head down
onto Willie's still moving butt, and rested it there for a minute.
     But Willie realized he finally had his chance at what he had wanted
the most...Shawn's ass.  "Ok, get off the kid...I'm ready to cornhole my
load out now," he said as he pulled his wet dick from my son's mouth
and stood back up.
     I slowly pulled by dick out of  that beautiful bubble butt, and
reluctantly started reaching for my clothes. I was barely out of the way
when Willie commanded, "Rollover, slut.  And spread your legs real
wide."  Shawn was quickly on his stomach, since that was the position
Willie obviously preferred, and just had time to glance at me and mutter
"God, Dad...so good.  Thank you" before Willie was spread out on his back
and ramming that beer-can cock up the kid's ass. Shawn took it fine, but
Willie was pounding him into the cement floor so hard that every stroke
seemed to take his breath away.  "Mmmph...mmmph...mmmph" I kept hearing
over and over. Over and over again as I slowly slipped back into my
clothes, looked at the latest fuck action for a couple of minutes, and
then headed back to the bar for a much-needed beer. I closed the john
door behind me, leaving my son and his latest partner to their
pleasure...and noticed that Ron and Joe and Tyrone...as well as Mac, the
city utilities worker, and the buddy he had come in with...plus two new
dudes who were both young and well-built, but I didn't recognize at
all...were all staring at me as I made my way back to my stool.
     I didn't say anything as I sat back down, and was grateful that Joe
had a cold Bud waiting for me. I immediately chugged down half of it,
before Ron broke the ice and smiled at me.
     "Well....now don't try to tell your old buddy here that you're
havin' regrets, 'cause I'll never buy it. Gonna try to tell me you aren't
gonna be all over that kid from now on...morning, noon, and night?"
     "Hmmmm. Well, I guess I can't tell ya that, Ron...'cause, God help
me, I probably will be. Took me a hell of a long time to figure out what
he is, but now that I know...and now that I know how damned GOOD he
is...Christ, man, how can I keep my hands off him?"
     Ron just smiled even bigger, and said "You can't.  Nobody
could...and that includes me, Mike. And I ain't planning on leaving him
alone either, might as well tell ya the truth on that one. But then I
don't think Shawn wants anyone to leave him alone for too long, do you?
Honest, now."
     "Nope," I replied, taking another swig of my beer. "Nope, it's
damned obvious he needs a lot of attention...from a lot of different
guys.  Pretty constant attention, too."
     "That's something I wanna talk to you about, Mike," Joe said as he
leaned across the bar in front of me. "We've all been talkin' about that
very subject. Things have been gettin' damn boring around here lately,
very few broads wandering in any more, and lots of horny customers, you
know what I mean?"  I just nodded at him.  "And...well this part is
awkward, but shit...I know work for you is on and off...long dry spells,
right?"
     "Hell, I'm in the same racket, Mike...I know construction is like
that for all us guys.  Feast or famine," Ron piped in.
     Then Joe continued, "And you've run up a pretty good sized tab here
with me, Mike...not that I mind carrying you...I mean, hell, I know I'm
gonna get paid eventually.  But now we have a way to pay off that tab
real fast...and a way to have ALL future beers on the house, too, if you
get my drift..."
     "Using Shawn, you mean?"  I got his drift alright.
     "Well, shit, buddy, not using him any way he don't wanna be used,
that's for damned sure!  I mean every guy in here right now...and even
the new ones, hell, everybody heard what was going on in the john,
Mike...and...and they all need some relief, they all want a little piece
of that cute kid you got. I want some more of him myself...so does
Ron...so does Tyrone. Plus there's four other dudes sitting in here right
now that are fuckin' droolin, man!  So...so, shit...why not make some
money off your boy's mouth and ass? Just seems nuts not to!" Joe
finished, and was looking at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for my
response.
     I was just staring at him when Ron piped in with "Plus, now I know
for a fact that he's handin' it out to half the high school, Mike.  You
know when I dropped the beer at his table, before I motioned him into the
john?  I made sure I was right first.  I only said one thing to him, said
 'Hey, you know Jimmy Little works part time for me...you the Shawn that
he and his high school buddies are always talkin' about?...Like, you
their Special Friend?'  And Shawn smiled from ear to ear and said  'Sure
am!'   So I knew right then he was the toy boy they all been playin'
with...that's when I motioned for him to follow me.  I'd already heard
what a good cocksucker and ass fuck he is for all of 'em, and I wanted to
try some of that myself!"
     Joe jumped in then with "That's another stupid thing, all those kids
gettin' it every day for free.  Hell, I know the kid loves dick and can't
get enough of it...but those fuckers could at least be buyin' his lunch
or chippin' in to buy his school books, or SOMETHING to help you out.
Shawn may be too young and dumb to know that a whore can make good money,
but, shit, Mike...you're not!"
     I was just thinking over everything they had said to me when the
restroom door flew open and Willie swaggered out, zipping up his pants as
he walked toward the bar.  He looked over at the guys sitting there and
hollered  "Next!"
     Mac, the utilities worker, and one of the younger new guys I hadn't
recognized were both on their feet in a split second, almost running
toward the bathroom.
     "Hold on, goddamnit!" I bellowed. "Just hold on!"
     They both stopped in their tracks and all eyes were on me...some
with anger, I thought, and some with disappointment.
     "First things first, fellahs.  Time to feed the kitty before you
feed the pussy," I said, and with that I grabbed an empty beer mug off
the bar and held it in their direction.  They understood immediately, and
were digging into their pockets and shoving bills into the mug before
they started back toward the john...unbuttoning shirts and unzipping
pants on their way.  I even caught a glimpse of the new guy's muscular
ass as he had started pulling down his pants before he even made it
throught the bathroom door.
     Ron and Joe both smiled at me, and Ron said "Now that's what I call
being a good Dad."


To Be Continued....
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