Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2004 01:31:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son in the Bar -8-
Here we go again...all legal ramifications and warnings are still in
force (force...I like that word, don't you?) and once again I thank
everyone who has encouraged and praised this erotic fantasy series. Will
soon be time to move on to fertile new ground, and I hope you'll be along
for THAT ride, too! In the meantime, please contact me at
willingmike@yahoo.com
MY SON IN THE BAR -8-
by WillingMike
Frank Little and I (both completely naked, both boasting big
hard-ons) were crowded together in my son Shawn's bedroom closet, our
quickly collected clothes scattered around our feet, as fifteen year old
Shawn (just as bare-ass as we were) hurried to answer the banging at our
front door.
Jimmy Little, Frank's sixteen year old son, could be heard clearly
as he enetered the living room. We heard a moan from Shawn as Jimmy must
have shoved him or hit him as soon as Shawn had opened the door.
"What th' fuck UP, man?" Jimmy demanded. "Hell, I know you sucked
off Peterson and McCoy between classes this morning, but I had four more
BJ's lined up for you this afternoon...and then you just fuckin'
disappear?"
"Sorry...sorry, Jimmy, I meant to tell ya, I had a doctor
appointment at noon...had to take off...shit, man, sorry. But why are
you guys here this early, school hasn't let out yet," Shawn stammered.
"The five of us cut last hour...just study hall anyway. But why
you bare ass naked, faggot? How'd you get done with some doc this fast
and get your faggy ass back home? What, huh, doc just need a quick piece
of your butt? HEY, let me see that butt! Shit, man, you're all fuck-
lubed...goddamn, DID the doc screw you??" Jimmy bellowed, obviously
sticking some fingers up Shawn's ass, judging by the groans that suddenly
drifted in from the living room. Then there was a loud slapping noise.
"No! No, Jimmy, I just came home fast as hell and started lubing
up for ya. I knew you'd be here after school." Shawn tried to explain.
"Well, whatever, let's get that pussy hole of yours into the
bedroom...come on guys," Jimmy said...and soon after that Frank and I
could see through the slats in the closet door that Shawn was being
forcefully pushed into his bedroom and down onto his bed. There was a
blur of young males moving around behind the big football hero, Jimmy
Little, as he smacked Shawn hard on his ass and ordered him to "Get on
all fours," which he quickly did.
There was no clear view of everything from the closet, but clothes
were suddenly flying in all directions and naked young hunky bodies were
becoming visible, some briefly blocking others as everyone at once seemed
to be trying to get to Shawn.
Once Jimmy Little had disrobed it was obvious he was his father's
son...a gigantic cock was sticking straight out and he was soon kneeling
on the bed in front of Shawn with that cock of his shoved brutally all
the way down my boy's throat. As he power fucked Shawn's mouth, he
ordered one of the black kids, who was sporting one hell of a cock
himself, to climb up behind Shawn.
"Fuck him hard, Knobby. You were supposed to get a BJ this
afternoon, so you get to be the first one to bone the fag."
And fuck him hard "Knobby" surely did...that big black cock went
all the way to the pubes up Shawn's ass in one swift movement, and a
ruthless in and out, in and out, shook the entire bed.
"Hurry up, goddamnit," another kid moaned. "I want that queer ass
next!"
"Shit, I want one of his superior rim jobs," another one moaned.
"You gonna be a good little girl and clean my ass out, Davis...like you
always do?" another hunky football player growled.
Shawn couldn't really answer, of course...not with Jimmy Little's
big dick gagging him...but he seemed to be moaning in acceptance and
appreciation.
Frank Little was standing behind me, pressed up against me, in
fact...and I could feel that his own dick was still stretched to its
full 11 inches against my butt. My cock hadn't gone down at all either,
and I slowly started milking it as I moved around slightly from door slat
to door slat to get the best view of all the action.
Frank and I had both been deadly silent, but then I heard Frank
whisper in my ear, "Hell, my kid's got a damned big cock on him, don't
he? Not as big as me, but shit...I'm impressed!"
"Yeah...Jesus, look at how they're using Shawn," I whispered back.
"Fucker loves being used...you know that. Lots of guys like being
used...they just may not all know it," he hoarsely growled back. Then he
shocked me by continuing, "Get down on your knees."
"Huh?" I turned toward him in the closet, not understanding at
first...but it didn't take me long to get the message. His big hands
were on my shoulders, pushing me to to the floor of the closet, and I
didn't want to make any more noise than necessary, didn't want the kids
to realize we were hidden away in there, so I went down to my knees
willingly. And I was "rewarded" by having all 11 inches of Frank's cock
stuck into my mouth. My first impulse was to fight him off...my second
impulse was to at least gag, at worst puke, but I fought against that as
I knew we couldn't be discovered...so I slowly started sucking cock for
the first time in my 32 years.
I could no longer see out the slats of the closet door, as Frank
still could, but I did hear all the wild grunting and groaning coming
from the bedroom...and I guess it actually excited me enough...knowing
what all those kids were doing to my son...that pretty soon I wasn't
having that much trouble deep throating Frank's huge cock. I was amazed
that I could do it...amazed that it didn't actually taste bad at all,
that it really almost seemed to be...well, enjoyable. In time I started
using my tongue more, moving it back and forth along the base of Frank's
dick, and I started licking the big head of his cock, and he moaned in
appreciation. And that seemed to almost inspire me. I worked even
harder at it, and didn't even mind all that much when Frank grabbed the
back of my head and started thrusting into my mouth with more and more
force. All I could picture was how he had done the same thing last night
to my son in the bar...and my own dick grew even harder.
Then I heard his son Jimmy's voice drifting in from the
bedroom...talking harshly to my son Shawn. "Ohhhhh, faggot, you took
that first load good. Swallow it all now, cocksucker, and I'm gonna turn
around here and you're gonna get that long tongue of yours ALL the way up
my ass...got that, queer?"
About that same time, Frank pulled his dick out of my mouth and
turned around as best he could in the close confines of the closet. He
bent over and stuck his big beefy ass into my face...and I knew what I
had to do. And I did it. I licked that butthole of his with as much
energy as I had ever licked a pussy...and it shocked me when it dawned on
me that I was enjoying it even more than pussy.
This went on for quite a while, and I tried every technique I had
ever known to make it good, when Frank suddenly turned back around,
grabbed me by my hair, and ordered me, still in a very low whisper, to
"stand up and turn around." I did. And that's when I got pushed forward
and felt that dick...that goddamned huge, spit-wet dick of his, start to
enter my virgin ass.
How I kept from yelling...from screaming...well, hell, I'll never
know, except that maybe I went into shock or went completely numb...but
in just a split second I had 11 inches of thick cock all the way up my
butthole. Not only all the way in there, but jabbing in and out of
me...roughly, with no concern for my pain, or for me, period. I was
getting fucked for the first time by a bastard rapist and...and...and
dear God...I was loving it! There were tears coming out of my eyes, but
I was loving it!
Somehow I kept quiet, although all the loud fuck noises coming from
the bedroom...from the five guys who were taking turns on my son's mouth
and ass surely would have drowned out our sex noises. But Frank Little
was no gentle fucker, and he started thrusting harder and harder into my
butt...knocking me finally against the closet door...finally (Oh, Christ,
no!) actually shoving me so hard against the door that it flew open and
we fell out...literally fell out onto the bedroom floor with me flat on
my stomach on the floor and with Frank Little sprawled out on top of
me...with Frank Little, by God, never missing a beat as he just continued
pounding...pounding...pounding my ass in front of both of our sons and
their jock buddies.
I looked up at the assorted naked teen-agers as best I could, and
the expressions on their faces...the wide eyes and open mouths...well,
that's something a person can never forget! Shouts of
"Jesus!"..."GodDAMN!"..."Dad!"..."DAD!"..."What the FUCK?"..."Look at
that!"
All the action on the bed had come to an abrupt stop as everyone
stared at the spectacle on the floor. By the time this happened,
everyone had changed positions a little from when I had lost my visual
contact. A new guy had his dick buried in Shawn's mouth, and it just
stayed there, no longer plunging in and out but filling him to the max.
There were two different cocks in Shawn's ass...he was lying on top of
one guy who was fucking him from the bottom position, and another one had
moved up behind my son and buried his dick in Shawn's ass next to his
buddy's. Jimmy Little was now at the foot of the bed, and had obviously
been working his cock up for another cum, while the fifth stud was slowly
jacking his dick waiting for his turn at either hole.
But now everyone was frozen in place...just watching Jimmy's dad
fucking the hell out of Shawn's dad. And they kept watching for the next
ten minutes. Frank paid no attention to them...ignored them
completely...till he finally moaned loudly and held his cock firmly in my
ass and he obviously unloaded a huge wad of cum deep into my bowels.
Frank just lay flat on top of me for what seemed like an eternity...but
was probably just a couple of minutes...and then slowly yanked his big
dick out of my ass with a "plop" and stood up.
"Well, boys..." he said to the assembled teen fuckers, "Looks to me
like you've got a couple of family members here to work with. Can't ever
get too much pussy, can you? Will be good to have Mike sharing the loads
with Shawn, don't you think? Hell, I know better than most...can't
always get a woman to put out...so faggots like these guys come in handy,
don't they?"
Then he chuckled and reached back in his closet, grabbed his
clothes, and started dressing again.
Most of the boys remained frozen in place, but Jimmy Little started
walking toward me slowly. "Yeah, thanks, dad. Hell, had no idea the
father is a cocksucker too. How is he? Good a fuck as Shawn?"
"Well...he will be pretty soon. Just needs a little more
experience. But I'm sure you guys can help out with that. By the way,
son, I'm proud of you...you sure broke Shawn in good. And by God, you
got a prick on you ALMOST as big as your dad's!" Then he started out,
and I jumped up and followed him to the door just as Jimmy had started
wagging his cock in my face.
"Frank! Frank!" I was frantic, but still trying to keep my voice
down. He stopped and turned toward me, with one of his famous sneers
plastered across his face. "Frank...you won't...honest to God,
please...you won't say a word about this to any of the guys at "The
Frog," will you?" I started begging.
"No! Hell, don't worry about that, old buddy," Frank responded.
"This'll just be between us...well, us and Jimmy and his buddies. 'Course
I would guess that you're gonna have to keep them quiet with a little
mouth and ass...you're gonna have to help Shawn handle the "load," so to
speak, pal. But, shit...you'll enjoy doing that, right?"
And then he started laughing as he turned and headed out my front
door, closing it behind him. I stood staring at it for a while, and then
slowly turned back around facing Shawn's bedroom.
All the naked high school jocks were standing there looking at me.
They were all slowly jacking their dicks...except for one of the black
kids who had rolled Shawn over onto his stomach and was slowly, very
slowly, pumping my boy's butt with his big dick. He may have been fucking
Shawn, but both he and Shawn had their heads turned toward the door and
were watching me as I returned to them.
I couldn't really read the look in Shawn's eyes. It had changed
somehow. Obviously gone was some of the admiration for me...even the
lust...that I had seen in them earlier. There was a coldness now, and I
somehow knew that things would never again be the same between us. I
wasn't sure if he had actually lost respect for me...or was just in a
state of shock over what had happened...or if suddenly there was going to
be a sense of competition between us.
In a daze I walked back into his room, and Jimmy Little (of course)
said in a surly voice, "Ok, 'daddy,' I'm first...get down on your knees
and let's see if you're really as good a cocksucker as your boy." I just
stood there staring at him for a few seconds...and then I stared down at
the big dick he was jacking...almost as big as his father's...and I
slowly knelt down in front of him...and started sucking his cock.
I heard one of the other kids mutter "I want his ass." I didn't
know which one it was...I didn't care. Someone knelt down behind me and
rammed his prick into my sore, cum-soaked butt. And...and...it started
to feel good after a while.
They all fucked us twice. They all came in our mouths twice. They
had Shawn and me lying on our stomachs side by side for a while, hopping
back and forth between our two hungry holes. They finally got worn out
and got dressed and left, but not before Jimmy had instructed Shawn on
who he was scheduled to suck off in the school johns tomorrow...and not
before they all assured us that tomorrow after school they would have at
least eight...maybe ten...guys stopping by the apartment. Jimmy made it
clear that he expected me to be home, too. I told him I would be.
We slowly wandered around the apartment, not bothering to
dress...what was the point? We started eating some supper at the kitchen
table, and I finally tried to break the ice with Shawn.
"So, uh...so, son, you want to go to the bar again tonight?"
"Maybe," he replied, not looking directly at me.
About that time the phone rang, and when I picked it up I heard Joe
the bartender's voice. "Hey, Mike, you're gonna bring Shawn in tonight,
aren't ya? Hell, we got a hell of a crowd all ready, buddy. Word has
spread, I guess...those spics that work for you, Carlos and Peppi and the
other two...they're here...and those two big nigs are back in here, you
know, Tyrone and Willie. Hell, there's even a bunch of new guys I don't
even know, bud, so...uh...how soon can you be here?"
"Well...hang on a minute, Joe," I said, turning to Shawn with a
raised eyebrow. He looked at me for a while, and then nodded his head
yes.
"Ok, Joe, we'll be there...maybe half an hour."
"Great. And, uhhh...listen, by the way, Mike, Frank Little was
just in for a short drink.. He had to get home, but...uhh...he says that
maybe...maybe with this big a crowd, that maybe Shawn might have some
help handling the crowd."
"That son of a bitch," I muttered into the phone. "He promised
me...."
"Now lissen, Mike, shit...we're old time friends here, Mike. You
got nothing to worry about among friends. I mean, nobody's gonna act any
different...feel any different. And even Carlos, he said the guys were
gonna hit you up for a raise, but maybe there's another way to handle
that now, you know what I mean?"
"This is bullshit, Joe...I can't..."
"Hang on a minute, Mike...Ron wants to talk to you."
"Mike?" Ron's voice was steady, deep, authoritative as it had been
when he locked me out of Shawn's bedroom last night. "Mike, I want you
here. NOW. I want you and Shawn both here as fast as you can get here,
Mike...understand? And when you get here...you and I are gonna have
a private meeting back in Joe's little bedroom. You get it, Mike?"
I was just silent for a minute. I knew I must have blushed. And I
also knew that my cock started to grow...and my breathing got faster.
Finally I muttered "Yeah...ok, Ron...whatever you say."
"That's right," he said in a very even voice. And then there was a
click and the phone went dead.
I just sat there for a while, staring into space...finally
realizing things I had never known about myself before this amazing 24
hour period had begun. And my dick was still rock hard, which Shawn of
course, noticed.
"Well, uhh...I guess we better throw on some clothes and get going,
son...ok?"
"Yeah. Ok." Shawn's voice too had changed. It was colder now.
"But first I gotta take a piss," he said.
"Oh...sure, well, run into the john and then we'll take off."
"I don't think I need to go in there, Dad." Then there was a pause.
"Ya know, Dad, you gotta learn how to do everything I do. You've done a
lot of it, but not everything...."
It took a minute for it to sink in. Then I knew what he meant, and
I didn't say anything....I just slipped down on my knees next to the
kitchen table, and Shawn slowly rose and walked over in front of me. I
closed my eyes and opened my mouth as he slipped his cock between my
lips.
THE END
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