Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2004 00:17:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SON IN THE BAR -4-
As stated before, you must be of legal age to read this gay erotica
fiction, and it must be legal in your area for you to PARTAKE of its
content...all legal warnings and ramifications apply, and THANK YOU to
everyone who has written to me at willingmike@yahoo.com to express your
opinion and encourage my efforts. But let's move on, 'cause Shawn is
patiently waiting....
My Son In The Bar -4-
by WillingMike
We all sat there quietly at our stools at the bar looking toward the
now-infamous restroom where my son Shawn was entertaining two new
"clients."
Finally Willie turned to me and sighed, "That boy o' yours is one
prize piece of ass, Mike. But then you know that yourself now don'cha?"
Then he laughed loudly.
Willie's truck driving buddy Tyrone complimented my son's abilities
too. "Oh, yeah, man...don' think I ever had NO whore take care of my big
dick that good, male or female. And all these years on the road, I had
me some damn good whores, too, man!
Just then the bulky guy across the bar called out to Joe, the
bartender, "Hey, bud, you know the guy I'm with tonight, right? Mac from
the utilities department...he's in there with the kid now." Joe turned
to him and nodded, and the guy continued "Well, I'm his boss, name is
Frank Little. Get me another shot of bourbon, will ya? Plus, I want the
kid next."
"Sure, sure, no problem," Joe scurried over with a bottle of booze.
"One of 'em probably get his nut in a minute, you can hop on in there
next. The boy is fuckin' talented, let me tell you...first hand."
"Nah...I want him out here, Joe. And I want his Dad to be the one
bringin' him out to me...and no clothes on him either, want him bare ass
naked out here just like he is in that john." The guy said all this to
Joe, but was looking directly at me the whole time. "And if you wanna
hand me that beer mug, I'll be glad to pay in advance right now."
Joe moved the mug over to the new guy, and I could tell it was a
fifty he dug out of his pocket and stuck in there. I nodded at him, and
said "Sure, Frank...you said Frank, right? You'll be the next one Shawn
takes care of."
Ron spoke up then, looking over at the muscular, rough looking man.
"Frank Little, you said...got a football player son, any chance, name of
Jimmy?" Frank raised an eyebrow and said "Yeah...why?"
"Oh, hell, I know your kid...he works part time for me on
construction jobs. Good kid, good worker. Hell of a football player,
too," Ron smiled. Frank just nodded, and downed his shot of bourbon.
"Shit, this is rich," Ron said in a low voice close to my ear. "Old man
is gonna be getting what his kid gets off Shawn every day of the week!"
Then Ron poked me in the arm and said, "Come on, let's go watch the
action for a minute," and we both slid off our bar stools and headed for
the restroom.
It was a hot scene we opened the door on, but then after what I had
experienced tonight myself, I figured it would be. Shawn was again on
his back, the way I had fucked him, and Mac, the older dude that worked
for Frank Little, was pumping away at his sweet ass, huffing and puffing
and groaning, with Shawn's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, just
like they had been wrapped around mine.
The much younger, well-built guy, who I had never even had a chance
to meet, was almost in the same position as Willie had been at
first...almost, but not quite. Instead of kneeling over Shawn's face and
sticking his dick in and out of his mouth, this guy was squatting down
right on Shawn's face...roughly rubbing his asshole onto my kid's mouth.
"Yeah, atta boy, eat my butthole good now...get that tongue all the
way up there, cock-sucker...clean me out good you fucking faggot," he was
moaning, while his big balls smothered Shawn's nose, and his rock hard
dick was slapping against the boy's forehead.
"Jesus, he does that, too?" I muttered.
Ron just smiled, and said "Well, I think that boy of yours does it
all, Mike, does it all...no wonder his lips are so pink and swollen."
And then he laughed.
Mac looked back over his shoulder about that time, and Ron directed
his next comment to him. "Hey, Mac, you'd better be creamin' that boy
butt pretty quick 'cause your boss man has next dibs on it." The words
seemed to inspire Mac, who almost immediately started pounding his big
ass even harder into Shawn, and even shook Shawn's legs loose from his
waist as he yelled "OOOOOHHHHHH, GOD!" and obviously fed still another
load into my son's greedy pussy.
Once Mac had pulled out and was lying on his back next to Shawn,
panting, the young guy who had been getting a great rim job from the boy
jumped up, grabbed Shawn by his shaggy blonde hair, and yanked him
upward. Shawn stood up on wobbly legs, and I was amazed to see that his
own dick was still standing at full attention, seven proud inches
sticking straight out from his smooth body. I didn't have long to study
it, though, because the guy shoved Shawn roughly onto the toilet seat,
stood in front of him, and kept yanking hard on his hair as he brutally
started slamming his big dick in and out of Shawn's mouth...in and
out...in and out.
I just stood there, almost mesmerized, watching my fifteen year old
son get his throat raped, while Mac slowly got dressed and he and Ron
turned to head back to the bar. Before he left, Ron said, "Don't forget,
Mike...that Frank Little wants you to bring Shawn out to him. Hmmmm, I
wonder what that's all about." Then he laughed, and added, "Wonder if he
and his boy, Jimmy, will ever compare notes on this!"
I heard him, but couldn't take my eyes off the mouth fucking my son
was receiving. I realized at some point that I was actually impressed by
the guy who was using Shawn...he was damned well built, and his muscular,
fuzzy butt was very enjoyable to watch as his ass cheeks clenched tightly
each time he thrust all the way into Shawn's mouth and down his throat.
As if he realized somehow that I was looking at him, the young man
turned his head toward me and nonchalantly said, "My name's Darren...new
in town...me and my younger brother Beau out there...just wandered in
here tonight...God, glad we did...tired of doing each other all the
time...nice to have a young kid like this we can share...you got him well
trained, man...incredible."
He said all that with no emotion, and he never missed a beat,
pounding Shawn's mouth just as violently as he had been before he started
talking. It took a minute for everything he said to sink in, and as I
kept staring at his hunky, fucking ass, I finally stammered "Oh...I
didn't train...he...I mean, I had him for the first time myself...he
just..." And then I shut up. Darren wasn't really paying attention
anyway, because about that time he started slamming his cock into Shawn's
mouth so hard as so fast that it almost looked like a blur. Then he
fiercely grabbed the back of Shawn's head and was smothering his face
with his pubes as he obviously unloaded directly into my kid's throat.
When Darren finally released Shawn from his grip, the kid slumped
back against the wall behind the toilet, and Darren staggered back a few
steps, trying to regain his composure. "Oh, man...oh, man, Beau is gonna
love this one. He'll want his ass, though, instead of his mouth, but
your kid here is versatile, to say the least!" He yanked his jeans
on, wrapped his shirt around his neck, and headed out.
I walked slowly over to Shawn and looked down at his face, as his
eyes fluttered open. "You ok, kid?" I asked softly.
Shawn smiled broadly, and when he did a little bit of cum slipped
out the right side of his mouth and ran down to his chin. "Oh, yeah,
Dad. Fine. Really...fine. I...I love this, dad. Have for a long time."
"And you don't mind making some money for us with these guys? I
mean, I didn't know if I should..."
"Oh, Dad. God, that's a bonus for me, that's amazing! I've been
getting my kicks for so long taking care of guys, and loving it. Never
thought of making money too!" he smiled.
"Well, that's something I really want to know about...I guess I'm
still...still in shock, or something. But...but...how did you
learn...who did teach you..."
"I don't want you to get all pissed off, but...a long time ago,
before Mom ever dumped me on your doorstep. I couldn't have been over,
hell, seven I guess. But you remember Al, that one guy who lived with
Mom for a while?"
I drew a blank at that, but I suddenly started fuming. "You mean
some son of a bitch shacking with your mom broke you in at the age
of...at the age of...!"
"That's why I didn't want you to know, Dad, but you gotta
understand. It was great for me, it was exactly what I needed, even at
that age. I knew it then, and I know it now. Hell, Dad, I'm grateful to
Al, to this day I am. So please, please, don't get pissed. He gave me
exactly what I needed, even way back then, and what he taught me...every
damn thing he taught me to do...it's been bringing me pleasure ever
since! And tonight the Ultimate happened...I finally got you. The one
I've wanted the most all these years, but was afraid to go for.
Finally!"
I just looked at him for a long time, and not only was my anger
subsiding...but damned if I didn't once again realize my own cock was
rock hard. Shawn noticed it too, and reached out to rub the front of my
pants.
"Later," I said, "That'll have to wait till later. Right now you've
got Jimmy Little's dad sitting out there waiting for you."
Shawn's face lit up, and he whispered "Oh my God...I wonder if he's
as big as Jimmy..."
"Well, only one way to find out...and he wants me to deliver you to
him personally." And with that I lifted up my boy and threw him naked
over my shoulder, then started out toward the bar. Everyone looked up
and mouths flew open as they saw me striding toward them, with Shawn's
ass, leaking many loads of cum, slung over my shoulder and leading the
way right toward them.
I walked over to the other side of the bar and stood right next to
Frank Little, and said "This is Shawn Harris, Mr. Little...reporting for
duty."
Frank smiled slightly (but only slightly), and then said "Well, get
his goddamned ass out of my face...that's not what I want. Just dump him
right down here in front of me," and he spread his legs wide and tilted
back in his stool slightly to make room for the arrival. I lowered Shawn
down between his legs, and the kid immediately went to his knees in front
of his "best friend's" dad.
"Ok, you get back over to your side of the bar...and Mac," he said
to his employee, who had fucked Shawn just moments ago, "You head over to
that side, too, I need just a little privacy here for a minute."
We were both a little bewildered, but dutifully moved to the other
side of the bar. With Joe behind the bar, and Darren and his brother,
Beau, at the side, and Ron, Tyrone, Willie, and now Mac and me across
from them...all eyes were on Frank Little, the only one visible above the
wooden bar.
The man slowly downed another shot of bourbon, and then said "Now I
have to get rid of some of this liquor before I do anything else." With
that it was obvious to all of us he was unzipping his pants, and then
pulling out his cock. Then both his hands were back up on the bar, and we
waited while he shut his eyes and let out a little grunt. Suddenly there
was a loud sound of gulping...followed by...more gulps and even a
sputtering, choking sound a couple of times. And Frank Little just stared
straight ahead at all of us with no expression on his face whatsoever.
"Jesus, is he making Shawn..." I began, but my voice trailed off.
"Well I'll be damned," muttered Tyrone.
"One more talent the slut has..." muttered Darren, smiling at his
brother Beau.
After what seemed like an eternity, Frank glanced down at what must
have been Shawn's head between his legs, out of sight, and said "Good
boy, you didn't spill a drop. Now...GET TO WORK, COCKSUCKER!"
With that he swung his hand down hard, and we all heard a loud slap
that must have just landed on Shawn's head. Right then I felt myself
starting to get flushed in the face, and I began to rise from the bar
stool...but Ron grabbed my arm and yanked me back to a sitting position.
"Cool it, goddamnit," he hissed at me. "If Shawn starts having any
trouble, he'll fuckin' let you know..."
And about that time we all watched as Frank Little closed his eyes
again and a small smile crossed his face...and we also became aware of
more slurping sounds...the kind we were used to and had all heard before
when Shawn was called into action. Slurp...slurp...slurp...happy sounds
to all our ears...no gagging this time, no choking...just
slurp...slurp...mmmmm...mmmpphhh....slurp....slurp.
Joe finally started handing out more beers, and there was even some
light conversation around the bar. But the chatter was nothing but
background noise for the very loud, eager cocksucking that my son was
performing so well. I lost track of time...Frank Little was truly making
Shawn work hard for his load, though Shawn didn't seem to mind at all,
and obviously never tired.
Finally it was nearing an end, and we all were going to get a look
at the dick that Shawn was feeding on, because Frank stood up and started
stepping backwards, almost taunting Shawn with what turned out to be a
mammoth cock, damned near as big as Tyrone's 12 inch black beauty. My boy
never lost his mouth grip on that dick, and crawled right across the
floor, bare ass wagging behind him, sucking all the way. Frank finally
backed up against the pool table that was in a little alcove in the very
back of the bar, and grabbed both of Shawn's ears with his meaty hands.
While we all watched, transfixed by the sensual brutality of the
throat fucking my boy was getting, Frank started yanking hard on Shawn's
ears, plunging all eleven plus inches into his cocksucker's mouth,
yelling "NOW...NOW...DRINK IT YOU CUM PIG...DRINK EVERY DROP LIKE YOU DID
MY PISS, SLUT!" And Shawn did just that...with his usual expertise...not
letting a drop escape his hungry mouth.
We all waited for Frank to relax, which he finally did...with
Shawn's mouth never leaving the big dick that he obviously loved, until
Frank himself yanked it out and shook a few loose drops of cum on Shawn's
protruding tongue.
"Not bad, kid. Not bad at all. I'll have to have me some more of
that someday soon," Frank muttered, trying to get his massive cock back
into his pants.
"Yes, sir!" a smiling Shawn looked up at him with actual awe in his
eyes. "That's even bigger than..." but he didn't finish that sentence.
Joe then looked over at Darren's brother, Beau, and said "Well,
buddy, you're the only one that hasn't had a go at him yet. You paid
up?"
Beau, just as handsome and hunky as his older brother, stood up and
fished a couple of twenties out of his shorts, sticking them into the
beer mug.
"I'm gonna enjoy this fuck, kid, and everyone else might as well,
too. Get your bare ass bent over that pool table," Beau ordered, with
Shawn quickly assuming the position, arms spread out in front of him on
the felt table.
"Yes, sir!" Shawn responded with the expression that we were hearing
a lot tonight, as Beau peeled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts,
revealing a butt just as muscular and enjoyable to behold as his
brother's...not to mention a thick cock, already hard, that had to at
least match his brother's 7 or 8 inches.
"I told you he'd want your kid's ass," laughed Darren, looking over
at me, "And he throws one hell of a fuck, too!"
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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