Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2011 11:45:22 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: My Son in the Bar-9 (Revised)

****THE FOLLOWING STORY CONCEPT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE
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MY SON IN THE BAR-9


	I got down onto my knees on the floor in the kitchen (as instructed
by my 15 year old son Shawn), closed my eyes and opened my mouth, and
waited for him to place his cock in my mouth.
	I can't explain HOW I got to the place I currently am. All I know
is it happened, and I was helpless to stop it. Just 24 hours ago I
discovered my son was gay. I had taken him to my favorite bar with the
hopes of manning him up, only to discover that he was a cocksucking fudge
packer with an inexhaustible thrust for cum.
	Accepting my son's shortfalls and imperfections, I loved him
anyway, accepting his sexuality and his somewhat embarrassing need to be
used and manhandled by men. And Shawn loved me back for accepting him,
confessing to me how long he dreamed about and fantasized having sex with
me. I made love to my son that night (after his gangbang at the bar),
coming harder with him than I ever had with any woman I'd ever fucked
(including his mother). But things changed the next day when I came home
early to watch Shawn take one on of his `clients' (Frank Little). During
Frank's private session with Shawn, we were interrupted when his son
(Jimmy) burst into my apartment to settle a score with Shawn. Frank and I
scurried into the closet just in time as 16 year old Jimmy Little and his
jock friends school, rushed into Shawn's room to fuck him. Frank and I
watched for awhile (getting excited as the boys roughly used my son) before
Frank shoved me down on my knees and forced me to suck his big
cock. Despite my shock, I managed to do a good job of swallowing much of
his magnificent tool. Frank got so heated that he pulled me up off my
knees, spun me around, then rammed his big thick dick straight up my virgin
ass. I managed to stifle a scream, but Frank's restless rough fucking
caused us to spill out of the closet and onto the floor in front of all the
kids. Frank continued fucking me (in front of both of our shocked sons)
until he came inside me, effectively stealing my virginity. He then left me
in the hands of his teen son Jimmy, making me submit to getting gangbanged
by he and his friends in exchange for keeping their mouths shut about my
getting fucked. I had hoped to be able to keep my secret from the guys at
the bar, while servicing Jimmy and his high school buddies, but Frank
double crossed me by telling the guys at the bar about our tryst at the
apartment. Now the guys were expecting both me AND Shawn at the bar for
fucking, with my best friend Ron wanting a private meeting with just the
two of us. I can't imagine what they all must think of me now. Part of me
don't want to go, to see their disappointing faces judging me the way they
judged my son. But there's another part of me that's eager to experience
what Shawn's experienced, to know what it feels like to bottom for my
buddies, the guys I had been drinking buds with for so long...


"It's important that you learn to do everything I do..., or else you're not
going to enjoy yourself..." said Shawn, standing in front of me as he
touched his soft cock to my lips. "...and you need to like it, so you can
love doing it for them...!"


"Okay son..., I understand..." I said as I waited.
	Shawn waited for a few second as his cock rested against my bottom
lip. I resisted the urge to suck it, then felt the first trickle of liquid
as Shawn started to piss in my mouth. I tilted my head backwards as I
allowed the piss to fountain in. I gulped down what I could before the
stream started to flow heavier. Unable to keep up with the overflow, Shawn
directed the stream over my face and body. The piss was warm, coming
straight from his bladder inside his body. I found myself eager to get more
into my mouth, not wanting to waste a drop of his precious fluids. I
stretched my mouth open wide, making for a bigger target. Shawn aimed his
pee stream at my open mouth, filling it instantly. I closed my mouth and
gulped it down, panting for breath as I opened my mouth for more. As the
stream began to dissipate, Shawn stepped closer, placing his cock head in
my mouth. I wrapped my lips about it and began sucking, drawing the piss
from his pud. Shawn's cock started to grow in my mouth...


"We don't have time for this, dad..." he said, as I swallowed his cock down
to the root, feeling the last of his pee trickle down my throat. I nestled
my nose in my son's pubes, then drew back with my lips pursed. "I'm
serious, dad..., we haven't time...!" insisted Shawn. "YOU have to shower
and WE have to dress..., you said we'd be there in less than half an
hour...!"


"Right...right..." I said, reluctantly pulling off his 7" cock. "I guess
I'm quite a mess, eh...?" I asked, looking down at myself. I was drenched
in my son's piss. A puddle had formed underneath me. We needed to clean
that up too before we left.
	Shawn pulled out the mop and bucket as I jumped into the shower,
washing the piss from my body. We dressed as fast as we could, jumped into
my pickup truck, and took off for the Frog, where the guys all waited for
us.


	My heart was pounding a million beats a minute as I parked in front
of the bar. I stared inside (through the neon lights) as the guys all sat
around waiting for us, drinking beer and laughing amongst themselves as if
it were any normal day. And why not? For them, nothing much had changed in
their worlds. They still had personal lives at home, wives, families,
children they could go home to and feel like working men, providing for
their families. Me on the other hand, MY world had come crumbling
completely down around my ears. My home life, my family, my friends,
nothing would ever be the same again, I could never go back. "You ready,
dad...?" asked Shawn, already halfway out the truck as he waited for me...


"uh...yeah...I guess..." I said uneasy, my heart pounding in my chest.


"It's going to be alright, dad..." assured Shawn, showing me the first
signs of affection since seeing me fall out of the closet that afternoon
with mr Little's cock stuffed all the way up my ass. "...just pretend its
Jimmy Little and the guys from school...! You liked it this afternoon,
right? Just pretend its them fucking us all over again...! You'll get
thought...!"


"Thanks son..." I said, needing the peptalk. As Shawn walked towards the
bar, I grabbed his arm, stopping him. "...and son..." I said, pulling him
back. "...in case I forget to say it later..., I love you!"
	Shawn hesitated at hearing the words. Indeed he had trouble feeling
for me the same way he had before his dad became a pussy bottom. He simply
smiled, clinching my hand re-assuredly before leading me into the bar.


"Shawn...! Mike...!" called Joe, the bartender/owner, announcing our
arrival to the room.
	Everyone's eyes shot in our direction when we entered. Immediately
I noticed my best buddy Ron sitting at the bar with a drink. Our eyes met
as a big cocky smirk crossed his lips. I also noticed Tyrone and Willie
(the two black truck drivers) sitting at a table with 3 other black guys
(probably from their job). I noticed Carlos and Peppi (the hot Mexicans
that work for me in construction) sitting at another table with Luis and
Alejandro (who didn't speak English). At the pool table were a couple of
other guys I recognized from construction. And there were several over guys
I didn't know sitting at the bar. "...I got cold beers sitting here waiting
for you guys...!" continued Joe, grinning from ear to ear.


"Hey Joe..." I said nervously, stopping at the head of the bar to pick up
my drink. "...pretty packed in here tonight, eh...?"


"I'll say...!" agreed Joe. "Word got around about the hot time we had in
here last night..., and more guys decided to stop through to join in on the
fun...! I'm making a killing here!"


"Good for you..." I said, handing Shawn his beer in a plastic cup as I
turned my bottle up to my lips and began chugging. I really needed
something to calm my nerves. It wasn't everyday that a man got the chance
to totally ruin his name and reputation in one sitting. "Speaking of
killings..., did you see your tip jar...?" asked Joe, sliding a beer mug
full of loot my way. "You and Shawn are SURE to bring in some big bucks
tonight, buddy...! Guy've been talking bout tag teaming the two of you all
night! But first, uh..., first you gotta go see Ron...! He wants to talk to
ya..., in private...!"


"I know..." I said, finishing the entire bottle before slamming it back
down onto the bar. I looked over to where Ron had been sitting, but his
stool was empty. "...where'd he go...?" I asked.


"He's waiting for you..." said Joe. "...back in my sleep room...!"


"Okay..." I said, leaving Shawn in Joe's hands as I started making my way
towards the back of the bar.


"Hey Mike...!" called Tyrone from his table, calling me over. "Willie and
me bought a bunch of guys from our job back with us...! We're all eager to
see what you and your son'r gonna do tonight!"
	I looked around at the table full of black men, all different
shades of skin tones, all smiling back at me with the same hungry look of
lust in their eyes. None of them cared that I was a dude with a dick
between my legs (just like them), all they saw was walking, talking pussy,
pussy they could fuck and re-fuck until their dicks shriveled up and fell
off.


"Okay guys..." I said, making my way past them. "...I'll be back..., I have
to do something in the back...!"


"Or SOMEONE in the back...!" laughed Tyrone.


"Mike...!" said Carlos, as I walked by.


"Hey Carlos..." I said, shaking his hand. He and the guys were still in the
clothes they wore at work. They hadn't showered or changed. They must've
came straight here from the site. "...I'll be right back..., I have to see
someone about something...!" I said, not wanting to keep Ron waiting.
	I paused outside the door to Joe's sleep room, knowing Ron was
inside. I took a deep breath, then twisted the knob and walked in, closing
the door behind me.


"Ron...?" I called out in the unfamiliar room.


"Mike..." said Ron, stepping out into the open. "...a lot's happened since
I last saw you, eh...?"


"Yes..., I guess..." I said, too paralyzed to move.


"All these years..., all this time I've known you..." he continued,
standing on the far side of the small room. "...you've been a hot in the
ass fag, and you never told me...!"


"I never knew..." I said.


"Bullshit!" responded Ron. "You knew you wanted dick last night when I came
by, didn't you...?" he asked, reading my face for lies.


"I...I..." I didn't know how to answer that... "...I MAY have..." I
admitted, unsure. "...but I didn't know it...!"


"The HELL you didn't...!" said Ron. "When I think back to all the times I
saw you staring at me..., looking at me sideways..." he said, and there
were PLENTY of times. "...you were imagining me fucking you, weren't
you...?"


"Honestly Ron..., I don't know...!" I said.
	Ron settled back against a few boxes as he stared me over...


"So what about NOW...?" he asked, changing gears.


"Now...?" I asked, unsure what he meant.


"Yeah..., NOW that you know you're a cum craving cocksucking fag..." he
said, cruelly. "...do you dream of me fucking you...?"
	I paused...,
	Ron reached down and ran his hand ominously over the front of his
pants, fingering the long hard lump in his pant-leg. I could feel my mouth
watering, just thinking about sucking him...


"Yes..." I said meekly.


"What...?" he asked, "I can't hear you...!"


"Yes!" I answered, louder.


"Yes to what...?" asked Ron, wanting to hear me SAY it.
	I swallowed hard...


"Yes..., I dream about you fucking me..." I admitted out loud. "...I dream
of you fucking me HARD like you did Shawn last night...!" I added. "I
jacked off outside his bedroom door last night, listening to you fuck my
son..., and imagined it was ME you were fucking!" I confessed.
	Ron's face softened a little when he heard my confession.


"Why don't you come over here and make your dreams come true...?" he
suggested.
	When I started to walk over to him, he stopped me in my
tracks... "No..." he said, firmly. "...CRAWL on your hands and knees...!"
	I felt my masculinity drop as I slowly fell to the floor, then
started to crawl over towards my buddy. Ron waited patiently as I got
closer and closer. I could see the large lump in his pants, the imprint of
his big cock waiting for me. When I got in front of him, I looked up into
his face. Ron's smoldering eyes told me exactly what he wanted as I reached
up and began undoing his pants.
	Ron said nothing as I pulled down his zipper and released his hard
cock. His 10" pipe spilled out into the open. I wrapped my hand around it,
stroking its thick strong shaft back and forth between my fingers before
leaning forward and licking the tip. Ron's cock pulsed in my hand as I
kissed and licked his dick tip, taking the head into my mouth.


"Oooohhh..." moaned Ron, bragging the back of my head before pulling my
head down into his crotch. His cock rammed down the back of my throat,
making me gag and choke. I struggled to pull free, but Ron held on tight,
forcing me to stay put. I felt myself starting to panic as I reached up and
grabbed his hands, that's when Ron yanked me off his cock...
	I stared up at him, my eyes watery with tears as my mouth hung open
gasping for breath. Ron bent over, holding my head with both hands as he
stared down into my face...


"You're not the only one who dreamt of this, Mike..." he said, his face
merely an inch or so from mine... "...I dreamt of it too...! You don't know
how many times I looked at your fat hard ass while you walked into the
john, or out the front door for the night, and wanted to take you home so I
could ram my cock straight up your ass...! But I thought you were one of
US..., so I kept my feelings to myself! Had I known your ass was queer...,
I'd've been butt fucking you years ago!"


"I...I'm sorry Ron..., I...I...didn't know..." I said, sincerely.
	Ron stared into my eyes a few more seconds, probably trying to
figure out if he believed me or not. Holding my head cocked back, staring
down into my eyes, Ron hocked up some spit, then spit right down into my
mouth. At first I was shocked, but I swallowed it instinctively. Ron rose
back up, then slowly pushed his cock back into my mouth. I felt his hands
forcing my head down, making me swallow his cock whole again. This time
(knowing how much Ron wanted me too) I took his cock easier, my throat
opening as if made especially for him. He pushed it down into the back of
my throat, holding my head down into his groin. With my face buried in
Ron's pubes, I could smell his sweaty crotch scent up in my nose,
intoxicating me as the blood rushed to my brain and I became flush with
lust. Ron ground his cock around in my throat, before pulling my head back
and forth along the shaft, setting up the pace in which to fuck my mouth.
	My own cock lay rock hard in my pants, bunched up painfully in my
underwear. I wanted nothing better but to reach down and free it (to jack
it off or give it some breathing space), but I didn't want to do anything
to ruin the mood. Ron held my head and was fucking my mouth and throat as
if he owned it, moving me back and forth like a ragdoll. I knew enough to
keep my teeth away from his steely shaft, but everything else I was
winging.


	Ron face fucked me for awhile, using my mouth as a substitute pussy
as he jammed and rammed his cock in and out of my throat like a
plunger. Spit drooled down from the corners of my stretched lips, dripping
off of my chin and soaking into my button down shirt. I have no idea how
long Ron sampled my mouth (10, 15, 20 minutes maybe...?), before he finally
pulled me up to my feet. "Take off your clothes, Mike..., hurry up...!"
ordered Ron, pulling his shirt off overhead to reveal his well defined
torso. Construction kept us in good shape, and Ron had always sported a
nice physique. I happily started removing my clothes, kicking off my shoes
as I unbuttoned my shirt. "I said HURRY UP...!" snarled Ron, reaching out
to RIP open my shirt. The buttons popped off everywhere, bouncing all over
the ground. "Pants too, man...! Move it!" said Ron, pulling off his own
work boots so he could remove his jeans.
	Once naked, Ron moved me over to Joe's single sized cot, which was
set up against the far back wall. I didn't know how Ron wanted, so I waited
for his direction. "On your hands and knees..." he said, shoving me onto
the bed. "...ass in the air, legs spread!" I did as told, my head facing
the wall as my ass faced the door. Ron stood behind me, looking down and
admiring my ass... "You know..." he said, reaching down to caress it with
his huge callused hands. "...this's exactly how I've always wanted you,
Mike..., --spread out for my cock like a bitch in heat!"
	I said nothing as I looked back over my shoulder, watching my
friend stare at my hairy ass. He pulled the cheeks apart, revealing the
hairy crack and the tiny tight hole that until earlier today, had been
completely virgin. "I always thought I'd be the one to take your virginity,
Mike..." he said, kneeling down behind me. "...but I don't mind being
second or third..., so long as I'm IN on the first day...!" And with that,
Ron (unexpectedly) buried his face in my ass.


"Ooooohhhh guuuddddd...!" I groaned as he pressed his rugged face into my
butt.
	I hadn't had my asshole eaten until my very own son did it for me
last night. Shawn was the first person to ever eat my asshole, and I
thought after that experience, no one else would ever come close. But as
talented as my son was at cleaning manholes, nothing compared to having the
rugged face of a straight pussy-eater munching away at your backdoor.
	I could just picture Ron with his face buried in some hot cheek's
cunt, eating her hairy slit until she was begging for his horse dick. How
many times had he told us (while drinking at the bar) about the girls he
fucked? About how he fucked them until he nearly split their pussies in
two? Now I was the pussy. Ron was eating MY ass. I could feel his 5 o'clock
shadow rubbing against the hairs in my ass crack. I could feel his moist
tongue licking through the dense hair, searching for my tiny shit
chute. When he found it, he zeroed in on it, lavishing it with plenty of
spit as he forced his tongue inside.


"Oooooh damn, Ron..." I moaned, laying my head against the cot as he ate
me, his rough hands spreading my cheeks wide as he tongue fucked me like a
cunt. I could feel his hardened tongue darting in and out of me,
penetrating my softening anal ring as it accepted his oral muscle.
	Ron munched away at my ass for a good 5 minutes, sucking my sweet
shit-hole until he was confident he had it well lubed with spit. Then he
stood up behind me, and started spitting into his palm as he coated it all
over his hard shaft.


"Get ready, Mike..., I'm about to take you...!" he warned me, stepping in
close behind me. I could feel one hand on my lower back, holding me in
place as he aimed his spit slick cock up to my hole. I couldn't help
tensing when he shoved into me.


"ARRHHHHH...!!" I screamed, as his big dick head penetrated my anus.


"Get used to it, man..., you got a long line of cocks out there
tonight...!" he reminded, gripping me tighter as he pulled back and rammed
forth harder, driving his cock in deeper.


"Oh god...!" I yelled, feeling my asshole rip open to accommodate him.


"That's it, Mike baby..., open up for daddy..." he said, shoving forth
until he finally buried his cock up to the balls. I could feel his entire
shaft inside me, invading me, taking over. Ron gripped my waist with both
hands, grinding his pubes into my ass as he churned his meaty slab about in
my chute, forcing me to get used to it. "...let me in..." he sighed, as my
asshole clamped down around his cock base and started to spasm
frantically. "...that's it..., get used to it..." he said, talking me
through it.
	Resting on my elbows, I felt my asshole starting to relax and
loosen some of its grip. Ron must felt it as well, as he started pulling
back and pushing forth, fucking me. "How's it feel for you, Mike...?" he
asked, "Do you like it...?"


"Oh Ron..." I said, feeling his thick dick moving in and out of me,
dragging my rectum in and out with him. "...I can FEEL your cock all deep
inside me, man...! It feels great! Yes...I LOVE it!" I admitted without
shame.


"Good, baby..., cause I love it too...!" said Ron, picking up the pace.
	Ron's hands went from my waist to my shoulders, as he picked me up
off my elbows. Forcing an arch in my back, he held tightly onto my
shoulders while he fucked me. I could feel his thick cock moving in and out
of me faster, his hairy pelvic bone slapping into my upturned ass cheeks. I
moaned and groaned so loud, that I knew everybody in the bar HAD to hear
me. But I didn't care. I had RON SPEARMEN inside me, --fucking me, making
me his bitch!


	After a few minutes Ron leaned in over me, lifting one of his feet
up onto the cot for leverage. I felt his hairy chest close in on my back as
he roughly wrapped a hand about the front of my neck. "Shit man..." he
whispered into my ear, "...your cunt's tighter than your pussy son's!"


"It WOULD be, wouldn't it...?" I said, tilting my head back. "I've only
been getting fucked since this afternoon...!"


"It shows baby...it shows..." he said, pressing me down onto the mattress.
	We maneuvered ourselves until I was lying full length facedown of
the cot, facing the foot of the bed. Ron wedged his legs between mine,
spreading mine wider as he continued to fuck me uninterrupted. His cock dug
through nonstop the entire time, ramming, thrusting, forcing, plunging...,
beating a path straight through me.
	I could feel Ron's entire body against me, his hairy chest on my
back, his hairy groin slapping into my butt, and his hairy legs wedging
between mine. His weight was heavy. I could hear his breathing become
labored as he fucked, his hot breath on the back of my neck. The cot made
all kinds of creaky squeaky noises, indicating to everyone out in the bar
what was going on behind closed doors. Normally I would have felt
humiliated, but now (under my best buddy's weight, getting nailed like a
cheap $2 whore) I loved it!
	Ron started to fuck faster as his lust began to build. He moaned
words of encouragement in my ear, telling me how good my `pussy' felt, and
how he was going to be fucking and coming in it a lot more often. Our
friendship would never again be the same. Now and forever after, I would be
his personal bitch to fuck whenever his heart desired. Of course I couldn't
deny him, after all, I wasn't only the father of a fag, I was one myself!


"Oh shit, Mike..., I'm getting close, buddy..." he whispered huskily,
slamming his body into mine. "...get ready to catch that first load...!"


"Yes, sir...!" I said obediently, arching my back to make a better
target. I knew Ron was going to cum inside me (to breed me with his load),
of that I had no doubt. He hammered into me hard, driving his big 10" dick
through me like a fist. He wrapped his strong arm about my neck for
leverage as he picked up speed in his thrusts. My own cock rubbed against
the mattress while he fucked me. I was powerless to stop my own orgasm as I
suddenly felt my dick start pulsating, pumping fresh cum out against the
bed.
	Ron must've felt my asshole spasm around his plunging cock as he
continued to fuck me straight through my climax.


"Yeah..., got your nut, did you, Mike...?" he asked as I panted and moaned
beneath him. "Good..., cause I'm about to get mine too..." he added as he
slammed up into me one last time, spearing me on the full length of his
rod. "...here it comes, man..., you'd better TAKE IT...! ARRHHHHHHH...!!"
he screamed.
	I could feel big Ron's muscular body go stiff on top of me as his
cock swelled up inside me. For one brief paralyzing moment the world stood
still as his cock started to twitch, then suddenly throb wildly as it shot
warm bursts of molten cum directly into me. I could feel Ron's grip on me
tighten as he came, holding onto me as if clinging for dear life, as his
balls emptied their plentiful load into my awaiting colon.


"Shit man..., I FEEL it..." I said in amazement as his cum flooded my
rectum. "...I can actually FEEL your cock coming inside me...!"
	Ron didn't say anything as he continued to let his puppy drain. He
stayed on top of me, softly breathing as he regained his composure and
strength. Once his cock stopped coming, he pulled out of me and flopped
down (exhausted) on the cot. Instinctively (having just made love for the
first time) I cuddled up next to him, when he suddenly reminded me...


"Hey..., you have a big audience out there waiting for a show..., you'd
better hop to it...!"
	I pulled myself reluctantly from his arms, knowing I had a bar full
of hot horny men waiting to finish what Ron started...


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