Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 18:57:31 -0600
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal 24

Rascal Part Twenty-Four
Tale Telling and Freaky Fetishes

	For a day that was supposed to start out at a Catholic confession,
followed by a short visit at the hospital with Ryan and finish up with
a quiet afternoon watching a fourteen-year-old, things sure changed in
a hurry.  After being teased all day Saturday, first by Tyler, then
Ryan and Tyler at the hospital and finally by Tyler and the Heinrichson
twins, Sven and Jens, my cock was ready to explode.  Then, when Jason
got home, he was as randy as a billy goat.  Tyler had told him over the
phone about me 'taking a nap' while I was supposed to be watching the
kids and Jason wanted to know if I was sick.
	"Why don't we get undressed and you can take my temperature while
I tell you all about it."
	"Hey, you said you had a date tonight," Tyler whined, confused.
	"Two of 'em actually.  A father and son tag team."
	"You're hot date is us?" Tyler shouted gleefully, jumping up and
down.
	As Jason stepped out of his pants, he said, "I believe I have a
rectal thermometer right here in my shorts."
	"And I've got an oral one," Tyler said, snickering.
	"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?" Jason said.
	"If I have MY way," I said.  "This little fucker's been teasing
me all day."
	"In what way?" Jason asked, like he couldn't believe an angel
like Tyler could give anyone any grief.
	As the three of us stripped off our clothes in the living room, I
said accusingly, "This little fella started out this morning by
seducing me into his bedroom and proceeded to perform a striptease."
	"Oooh," Jason said appreciatively.
	"Then he insisted I give him a blowjob before we went to
confession."
	"Hey! you OFFERED!" Tyler accused.
	"Hummm," the old 'it relaxes me' speech?" Jason asked.
	I looked at Tyler realizing for the first time that he had
manipulated me just as expertly as Rascal could have.  "Exactly.  Then
in church, he and his band of merry twin twinks ganged up on me and
convinced me to baby-sit them."
	"Hey, we're not babies," Tyler whined.
	Jason, completely naked, extended his right arm and Tyler
snuggled up against him. Then, Jason wrapped his arm around him
protectively.  Both father and son were flaccid.  Jason's was about
three inches while Tyler's was a fat one-inch nubbin.
	'I bet they won't be soft once I'm done telling him about MY
day,' I thought.  "I took this scamp," I said, cupping Tyler's chin,
"up to the hospital to see Rascal and he proceeded to seduce the
defenseless little boy."
	"What did you do, boy?" Jason asked sternly.
	"I sucked him.  Then Spunky brought out this vibrator and we ..."
	"You didn't!" Jason chided me in disbelief.
	Whining like the kids do, I said, "I cleared it with his doctor
first."
	"You're serious," Jason said in awe.
	"Spunky put it up Ryan's butt and turned it on.  I could feel it
vibrating in my mouth right through Ryan's dick.  It was freaky cool!"
Tyler said exuberantly.
	"Then we came home and the twins came over."
	"Nuh uh," Tyler said.  "You sucked Ryan, too, before we left."
	"Well, that's because you got him all hot and bothered talking
about the first time you and your dad did it together."
	"Yeah, that was perfect," Tyler said, running his hand along his
dad's belly, tickling his pubes but not touching his dick.
	"Let's see.  Then we got home and Tyler wanted to show the twins
..."  I didn't want to disclose Tyler's secret stash of his dad's porn,
stolen from the garage.
	"I took the twins in Taylor's room.  The angel was facing away."
	"Oh, you showed them your porno collection?" Jason asked.
	"You know about that?" I asked dumbfounded.  "From the way Tyler
was talking, I thought it was all secretive."
	"DUH!  I couldn't tell them that my dad is a pervert who lets me
suck and fuck him and lets me look at porno," Tyler said as if it were
obvious.
	Jason extended his left hand to beckon me closer.  I moved into
the fold of Jason's left arm and Tyler began playing with both of our
dicks.  Jason boned up immediately.  Amazingly, Tyler remained soft--
maybe a half-an-inch longer than usual.  "For all his faults, Ryan can
apparently be a GOOD influence, too," Jason said.
	"In what way?" I asked.
	"Tyler has promised to tell me EVERYthing, just like Ryan tells
Lyle.  We talk about things he wants to try before he actually does
them."
	"So much for spontaneity."
	"Dad's given me free reign with Ryan and Taylor," Tyler said,
"but Ryan's out of the picture for a while--or at least I thought he
was--until today."
	"Shit!  I didn't even ASK!  How is he?" Jason shouted
apologetically.
	"Horny," Tyler said.  "You need to go up there and give him a
hand."  Then Tyler began jacking our two erect cocks, using the same
stroke on both of them.  "He's super horny, Dad."
	"The doctor said just you, me and Lyle," I reminded Tyler but
winked at Jason to let him know I was having some fun with Ty.
	"Ryan could clear it with the doctor for Dad to help."
	As Tyler spoke, he kept his eyes on our dicks the whole time,
apparently mesmerized or hypnotized or something.
	"So you went to sleep so the kids could look at porno?" Jason
asked a little confused.
	"I laid down in your room.  I offered to go out in the living
room but Tyler insisted I use your room."
	"You find the right spot?" Jason asked knowing I would have.
	"Yeah."
	"Taylor rearranged her room so I could keep an eye on what she
and Tyler were doing."
	"She knows all about randy dicks," Tyler said.  "You know, the
ones with no brains."
	"DeShawn?" I asked.
	"No, he's harmless," Tyler said.  "In fact, I don't think he
wants to have sex with girls OR guys.  If you ask me, he might as well
become a monk."  Tyler was still staring at our cocks and his moving
hands.
	"It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for," I said.
	"Rascal being the exception," Jason said chuckling.
	"Anyway, once Tyler got the twins comfortable with the magazines,
he asked me to pretend to be asleep so he could bring them in and show
'em a video.  That's why he told you I was asleep."
	"The one we decided on?" Jason asked.
	"Yeah," Tyler said, just before he went down on our cocks, first
mine, then Jason's.
	"You knew all about this?" I asked.
	"All but the details," Jason said.  "So?"
	"I think they're more gay than straight but they're afraid to
admit it," Tyler said as he switched cocks again.
	To help steady my quaking knees from the pumping and occasional
sucking Tyler was giving me, I put my arm on top of Jason's, which was
resting across Tyler's shoulders.  I took the opportunity to caress
Jason's biceps, still huge from heavy lifting at work.
	"You wish!" I said.  "I think Sven is undeniably bisexual but I
think Jens wants to try having sex with a girl because he doesn't want
to be gay."
	"I don't understand," Jason said.
	"Jens does stuff because Sven makes him do it.  I don't think
he'd do anything queer, more than once, if it weren't for Sven."
	"But you think Sven swings both ways?" Jason asked.  "Why?"
	"Can't be sure," I said, humping gently into Tyler's hand.
"According to them, they've only done stuff together."
	"I'm pretty sure neither one's been butt-fucked," Tyler said.
Then he pulled Jason's and my cock together so he could try to suck
them both at the same time.
	I knew it would be impossible but I didn't discourage him from
trying.  Luckily for me, I knew HE knew his limits.  "Sven says they
agreed not to do anything gay with anyone other than themselves but I
get the impression he'd like to try.  He's probably not tried anything
because he thinks he'd be cheating on Jens."
	"What frame of mind were they in when they left?  I only got a
second to see 'em before they left," Jason said.
	To my surprise, Tyler forced my dick head between his teeth and
his right cheek.  Then he sucked his dad's cock into his mouth, which
applied a squeezing pressure on MY cock.  After sucking his dad's cock
for a few strokes, he stuck it in his cheek and began sucking mine.
'I've got to give the kid credit for inventiveness,' I thought.
	But in answer to Jason's question, I said, "Pretty stable, I think.
I'm not sure but I think the twins were looking to broaden their sexual
horizons, today, so they left feeling fulfilled.  They have a promise
they make to each other and Tyler picked up on it and used it against
them."
	"In what way?" Jason asked worriedly.
	"I misspoke myself," I said, after hearing Jason's tone.  "He
turned it back on them in a good way--not against them.  He got them
to reveal a few secrets about themselves.  Of course he had to reveal a
few about himself, too, but in the end, the three of them sealed the
afternoon's activities off nicely by taking their sacred oath."
	"They swear on the wings of angels," Tyler said, finally removing
our dicks from his mouth.  "Can we go to YOUR room, Dad?"
	With raised eyebrows, Jason said, "Lead the way."
	As we went down the hall, Tyler said, "It worked out perfectly.
I didn't know they had the angel thing going for them but they were
pretty impressed with Taylor's angel code."  Tyler pointed to Taylor's
door.  "Oh, by the way, Spunky, Mom doesn't know about the code.  Just
Dad.  Oh shit!  I better clean this up."
	Tyler picked up the Polaroid pictures and put them in the drawer.
Then he grabbed the magazines and slid them, one at a time, between the
mattress and the box springs--stapled edge first.  "Ruined a couple
before I learned that trick," he said, proud of his learning
accomplishment.
	"Don't mothers ever learn?"  I asked.  "I watched my mom one day.
She ran her hand along the edge.  It was before I even thought of
hiding anything under there.  So when I started hiding stuff, I just
shoved 'em in deeper."
	Jason said, "I don't think moms are willing to admit to other
moms that their little boys are looking at such trash so they can't
compare notes on stuff like that.  But Tyler and I trained Sherita
well.  We started leaving R-rated girlie magazines next to the edge of
his bed for her to find.  So, now, if she ever checks Taylor's bed--and I
don't think she will--she'll only check along the edge, too."
	"Sly dogs."
	Tyler tightened the sheet and smoothed out the comforter.  Then
he picked up his underpants and shoved them under her pillow.
	I hadn't realized he hadn't put them back on when he got dressed
--or undressed again, for that matter.
	"That way, she'll know I've been in here.  If anything's out of
place, she'll know it wasn't Mom."
	"So, I'm guessing you know about the Polaroids, too?"
	"Ryan took the pictures," Tyler said.  "He said it was illegal
for Dad to do it.  But when I told him I wanted to take 'em to school,
Dad said he had to look 'em over 'cuz he couldn't take a chance on
someone else maybe seeing a face shot in them or something."
	We followed Tyler across the hall to Jason's bedroom.
	"What you got in mind, son?" Jason asked.  "My butt's still pretty
sore."
	"Well, paybacks are hell," Tyler said.  "Spunky said I teased him
all day. I wanted to jack him off several times but he said he was savin'
it for some hot date.  But he also discouraged ME all day from jackin'
off because it was our last night together--yours and mine--before Mom
gets back."
	"Bad idea, Spunky.  All that 'little boy' energy, all that
adolescent jism backed up.  He's gonna be a human dynamo all night."
	"My bad," I smiled, indicating I knew just exactly what I was
doing.
	"You did it on purpose, you sadistic pervert!" Jason smiled.
	"So, hot date," I asked, looking at Tyler, "who does what to
whom, first?"
	"Dad and I talked it over and we agreed it's time I got fucked by
you."
	"Ty ... I'm not sure you're ready."
	"He's sure," Jason said, "and I'll be here to ..."
	"... to insure he doesn't rape me?" I chuckled, running my
fingers through Tyler's spiky hair.  "Which position?"
	"I want it to be spontaneous." Tyler said.
	"How can it be spontaneous?  You just SAID we're gonna do it."
	"Dad's gonna sit and watch.  Ever since Ryan told me about Lyle
watching him getting fucked for the first time, it's been a fantasy of
mine.  Of course, it won't be my first fuck.  That was my dad."  Tyler
hugged his dad lovingly.  "But we're gonna get on the bed and start
makin' out, you know, kissin' 'n' huggin and fondling each other and
stuff."
	"He wants to be made love to," Jason said, "like on TV."
	"I can remember when you could only see something like that in a
movie arcade at the porno shop," I said as I laid on my back on the
bed.  "Come here, you little scamp," I said, opening both arms to form
a V for him to crawl into.
	Tyler climbed over the end of the bed and up between my spread-
eagled legs.  He got to where he could lower himself with our cocks
touching.  I felt his soft nub scrape along the length of my half-hard
cock before I felt his mouth clamp down on my left nipple.
	I thought, 'I've never had a problem getting a guy hard. Maybe
he's just not into older guys--except his dad--like Rascal is.'
	"Ummm," Tyler hummed, licking the flesh around my aureole.  He
moved to the right nipple to mimic the same treatment.  Growling softly,
he kissed his way up my chest and neck to my cheek.
	'He must be really worn out from his fuckfest last night with his
dad because he's still not hard.'
	Tyler massaged my biceps and shoulder muscles like a blind man
trying to memorize my body shape but, even so, it was sensual.
	Then I felt his nub slide over the bell end of my cock and drop
onto my belly.  'Good, he's starting to get hard,' I thought.  I gently
cupped a butt cheek in each hand and squeezed him to me.  As we kissed,
he slipped his tongue in and we kissed passionately.  We kissed like two
lovers mutually consenting to fuck for the first time.
	I ran the flat of my palms up his back.  I clutched his shoulder
blade with one hand while running the other up behind his head.  I
rolled onto my side, nudging my knee between his calves.  We weren't
quite the right heights to be doing this.  Even so, his legs spread in
open willingness to be breeched.
	"Oh, Spunky," Tyler slurred across my lips, "I love you."
	Usually, phrases like that turned me off immediately but I knew
Tyler--and Jason, who was listening and watching--meant the other kind
of love.  He loved the idea of having sex with a grown man.  He loved
our bond of special friendship.  He loved being able to say things
like that to someone--an adult--and not be ridiculed.  'And probably,'
I thought, 'he loves my big dick.'
	"I want to eat your ass before I fuck it." I said voraciously.
	"Don't touch my pecker or I'll shoot," Tyler warned.  "It's so
hot I could fry eggs on it right now."
	"And I'd eat 'em right off the frying pan," I said, realizing
that my kiss must have really had an affect on him.
	As he rolled onto his back, I lifted and spread his legs.  I
leaned down and teased Tyler's bunghole with the tip of my tongue.  It
flicked in and out in insistent anticipation.  I flat-tongued his whole
ass crack, ending up at his ball sack.  I swiped my tongue across the
tight wrinkles of his scrotum and watched pre-cum ooze out his piss
slit.
	Because I had him almost on his shoulders, the drop dangled
toward his face as more and more oozed out.  This wasn't something I
could do with Rascal because he doesn't produce a lot of pre-cum for
some reason.  I pressed my tongue hard against that part of the cock
that's hidden behind the balls, forcing even more pre-cum to escape.
	"Open your mouth.  I want to see you drink your own juice," I
said.
	I continued to jack that hidden part of his dick with my tongue. I
raised his ass higher until his dick was directly over his face and I
could peer between his legs.  He kept oozing more and more pre-cum until
the long tendril finally touched the tip of his outstretched tongue.  I
inserted a finger into his upturned butthole and pressed.  Another huge
glob joined that strand to cascade into Tyler's mouth.
	"Umm," Tyler said.  "Wouldn't it be awesome if you could suck
your own dick?"
	I was glad to hear him use the word 'dick.'  It meant he was
finally becoming his own man--boy/man.
	"I used to be able to, but since I've gotten fatter ..."
	"Really?"
	I put Tyler's ankles on my shoulders and knee-walked closer as I
lowered his butt.  I nuzzled my cockhead at his pinkish brown starburst
but didn't enter.  Instead, I leaned down to begin kissing him again.
	His tongue alternated between fighting for superiority and
willingly yielding into submission as his butt squirmed against my
cockhead.  Because of his position, he couldn't force himself back onto
my erection--no matter how hard he tried.
	"You want it, dontcha?" I growled.
	"Oh, god, yes!" Tyler groaned.
	I looked at his eyes and all I saw was wantonness.
	"You're tired of little boy cocks, aren't you?"
	"Yeah."
	"You're tired of the 'average' man-sized cocks, aren't you?"
	"Yeah, okay, whatever you say," Tyler agreed willingly.
	I felt his asshole lose its inherent tension, like it wanted to
suck my cock.
	"You've been learning HOW to take a fuck, haven't you?"
	"Uh!" was all he could say in desperation.
	"When your daddy's been fucking you, you've been training your
little boy butt to loosen up to accommodate even more, haven't you?"
	"Unngh," Tyler grunted.  It was the sound a naughty little boy
makes when he's in need of an afternoon nap.
	"Have you been using anything else up there?"
	Short of breath, Tyler said, "Taylor's ... unngh."
	"Taylor's what?"
	"Fingers."
	"How many?"
	"Five.  No, six," Tyler moaned in tortured agony, wanting me, in
the worst way, to start fucking him.
	"Six?"
	Using every ounce of concentration he could muster, he explained,
"Put five in first ... used one ... ohhh, man, fuck me."
	"Used one to do what?"
	"Used ... one ... to pull my hole ... open more."
	"She helped stretch your hole?"
	"YES!  FUCK ME!  Please?"
	"Did she put her whole hand in?"
	"Yeah," he said breathily.
	"Like you did to Jeremy's dad at Corbett's that day?"
	"Uh huh."
	"One more kiss?" I asked.
	"Yeah, kiss me, Spunky.  I love it when we kiss."
	Our lips met, our tongues touched and I slipped inside Tyler's
willing hole.  His ass tunnel felt like it was trying to gulp down my
cock faster than I could feed it to him.  Since my dick is fatter than
Jason's, I knew Tyler was experiencing a 'fuller' feeling.
	His long, drawn-out breathy sigh told me--and his dad--that he
was enjoying it.  And I only had about six inches in.
	I looked over at Jason who was sitting in an armchair whose
upholstery, I realized, matched the drapes and the bedspread.  He
lazily stroked his cock.  The smile on his face indicated he was
thoroughly enjoying the show.  Giving me a thumbs-up gesture, Jason
said, "Fuck my boy.  Fuck him hard.  Fuck him long.  Fuck him in a way
I'll never be able to."
	"Yeah, please, fuck me with that big-assed plunger.  Fuck me till
my brains are turned to mush and they're sucked out through my freakin'
asshole when you pull out." After taking a breath, he said, "Fuck me
till I can't walk or talk or play the piano again.  Fuck me ..."

	As Tyler continued to blather, I looked at Jason again.  "I
didn't know Ty played the piano," I said.
	Shrugging his shoulders like he didn't know what Tyler was
rambling on about, Jason confessed, "He doesn't.  It's just that he's
been looking forward to this for a long time."
	"I guess!" I said, flattered that Tyler was having such a blissful
reaction to the butt fucking.  Then I shoved the last five-and-a-quarter
inches into the boy, non-stop.
	"Aaaah!" Tyler screamed with ecstatic joy.  "Oh, god, yes!  Fuck
me!"
	I decided to use long, slow, full-bore in-and-out strokes to
begin with but after the third "out" stroke, I realized he was in no
pain, so I switched to fast and furious half-bore full-depth strokes.  I
felt Tyler's sphincter grip my cock every time it got close to leaving
the warm confines of his ass.  It had been a while since I'd first
fucked Rascal but I had to admit, Tyler's ass was even tighter.  I
couldn't imagine how tight he'd have been if he hadn't done his
loosening-up exercises.
	Tyler ran the fingertips of both hands down his belly to a place
below his navel and above his pubic hair.  "I can feel it.  I can feel
your dick right through the walls of my stomach."
	I gently placed my hand there, too, but I couldn't feel it, so I
figured he was feeling it more from the inside than the outside.
	I pulled all the way out and while Tyler's anus was still clamped
tightly shut, I forced myself back in.  Tyler quickly understood what I
was doing and each time I'd pull out, he'd clench his asshole shut so
I'd have to force it back in. It must have been very painful because I
saw him grimace each time but he kept doing it.
	"Rape me, you monster-dicked mother-fucker.  Make me a cock
slave.  Fuck me till I can't even BEG you to stop."
	When I looked at Jason, he shrugged his shoulders again, like he
didn't know where all this talk was coming from.  "Fuck him," he said in
the same tone of voice a waitress would use to say, "Here's the cream for
your coffee."
	I continued, for about five minutes, to pull all the way out and
force it back in.  Then, I started withholding my cock for four or five
seconds until he would mewl like a kitten for me to put it back in.  I
kept teasing him for another several minutes, withholding it for longer
and longer timeframes, until he was vibrating from a need to be fucked
steadily.
	As soon as I started fucking him normally again, Tyler screamed
and shot an unassisted jolt of jism up along his chest to his chin.  He
kept cumming for several more spurts before he gripped his pecker and
pulled the last few drops out along his cum tube.
	"Oh, Spunky, that was so fuckin' wonderful.   You're a master at
this.  Man, for a while there, I felt like one of those sausage-stuffing
machines.  You know the ones where they just keep packing the meat into
the intestines.  I didn't think the sausage was ever gonna run out.  When
you're up my ass, I feel like I'll never need to eat again."
	"I'll take that as a compliment.  But if you want this ride to
continue, you're gonna have to loosen up on my dick.  You're gettin' me
pretty close to cumming with that talented ass of yours."
	He loosened up.  "Yeah, okay, uhh, uhh, yeah," he said as I
pounded his ass.
	"If you ask me, young man," Jason said, "that little scene
sounded less like a TV LOVE scene and more like a porno SEX scene."
	"Yeah, I guess I got a little carried away with the language.
Sorry.  But it was so fuckin' awesome."
	"What would you say to having a big juicy dick in your mouth?"
I asked.
	"Yeah, okay.  But not yours.  Not just yet anyway," Tyler moaned.
	"Hey, Jase, wanna give me a little help?"
	Without a word, Jason crawled onto the bed and straddled Tyler's
head, facing the wall to make it a straight shot into his son's mouth.
That was fine by me because I wanted to look at Jason's bunghole again.
Once Tyler started slurping on his dad's cock, I pressed the palm of my
hand against Jason's back, forcing him to bend at the waist.
	Instinctively, understanding my motive, Jason rested his head
against the wall and reached both hands around behind him to pull apart
his butt cheeks.  It was a little awkward but I was able to rim him.
His butt hole went into a spasm when I licked it.  It was still sensitive
from the workout Tyler had given it the night before.
	"I've got an idea," I said.
	"What's that?" Jason asked in a distracted tone.
	"How about we take turns fucking this boy?  We'll put him on his
hands and knees and fuck him till dawn."
	Deep in Tyler's throat a carnal sound of encouragement erupted.
	Pulling out of Tyler's mouth, Jason turned and waved his erection
at me.  "I'm up for it."
	"Oh god, me too," Tyler said, reaching for me so he could kiss me.
"Unka Spunk, you are so radically awesome!"
	I shrugged at Tyler's new nickname for me but hugged him and
kissed him before pulling out of his hot hole.
	Jason immediately filled the hole and I got into a position where
I could suck Tyler.
	"Oh god, no, Unka Spunk, I'll cum again."
	"And you're gonna keep on cummin' until your gonads shoot out
your pee hole," I threatened.
	"Oh, god, you'd do it, too, wouldn't you?" he said, a trace of fear
in his eyes.
	"You're the one who's been begging to be turned into a cock
slave.  Well, that means not only being a slave to MY cock or your
dad's cock but a slave to your own cock.  You see, every time you get a
hard-on from now on, you're gonna think of me up your ass and your dad
down your throat.  But even more, every time you think of me or your
dad, you're gonna get a hard-on.  It's gonna be a vicious circle.
	Tyler shuddered at my revelation.
	Jason had a worried look but I winked at him.
	"But I'll bet there's something else you didn't know about being
a cock slave."
	"What?"
	"As a cock slave, you can only enjoy the pleasures of other
people's cocks when Jason or I say you can.  As a cock slave, you're
gonna have to train your mind to turn on and turn off thoughts of cock
as easily as ... as if you were using a 'Clapper.'  If I tell you to
think about cock, you better get a hard-on instantly.  If I tell you to
stop thinking about cock, you better go soft just as quick."
	"Why would anybody want to stop thinking about cock?" Tyler
whined.
	"So you can study.  So you can go to church.  So you can eat in
public without embarrassing your mom or your sister."
	"Or the wait staff," Jason added, like it might have happened
before.
	"She'll be thinking about cock, too," Tyler argued.
	"Switch," I said as I prepared to take Jason's place in his son's
ass.  As I entered, I said, "Do you still want to be a cock slave?"
	"Are there any more rules?"
	"As cock masters, Jason and I can make up rules as we go along or
we can enforce rules for a certain period of time."  I fucked in and
out lazily, again amazed at Tyler's tightness.
	"Like what?"
	"We can say ... uh, you can't jack off for a whole week, or have
to give up suckin' dick--anybody's dick--for a whole month."
	"Kinda like Lent, huh?"
	"Kinda," I said, increasing my thrusts to rabbit punches.
	Tyler had a thoughtful look on his angelic face.  "I wanna be a
cock slave, Unka Spunk, but I don't know how I can stop thinking about
cock at a moment's notice."
	"It'll take practice, but that's what being a slave is all about.
Doing things you love to do and then being deprived of them."
	"Yeah," he said hesitantly, "I understand, I guess ... but ...
will I still be able to be bisexual?"
	Even as I said, "Sure," Jason was emphatically nodding his head
'yes.'
	"In fact," I said, "as a cock slave, part of your duties will be
to fuck a pussy but not shoot."
	"Nobody can do that!" Tyler said as he squirmed around trying to
reposition himself.  I think he wanted me to buzz his prostate a few
times.  I was eager to oblige.  As soon as I started, he said, "Ungh,
ungh, ungh," each time I struck it.  "Yeah, I want to be a cock slave."
	"No turning back after tonight."
	"I promise."
	"Angel wings?" I asked.
	Tyler smiled and said, "Angel wings ... if it's okay with Dad."
	Jason and I traded places again.  It gave us both a chance to get
close to cumming and then resting.  It was gonna be a long fuck session
for Tyler.
	"You heard Unka Spunk," Jason said, using Tyler's new nickname
for me.  "It's okay with me, but you better really want to do this.  It
can't be like your skateboard.  You used it for a week and it's been
ignored ever since.  If you commit to this, it's for forever."
	"Can I ask one more question?"
	"Ask all the questions you need to ask," I encouraged.
	"You said Dad and you will be my masters.  If I become a cock
slave, can Rascal be my master, too?"
	"Being a master is more than just a title.  You have to know the
limits of your slave.  You have to know HOW to safely increase your
slave's tolerance and you have to know when and where to try something."
	"So that's a 'no?'" Tyler asked unhappily.
	"For now, it's a 'no.'  I know--or I'm pretty sure--you wanted
Rascal to be your cock master so you could enjoy sex whenever you
wanted to.  That's not the way it works.  If we become your masters,
there's a chance you won't ever jack off again."
	Tyler's eyes got huge.
	"You see, your cock becomes OUR property.  If all we want is for
you to service OUR cocks, then what you want--or what your cock wants--
is inconsequential."
	"Can I suck you while I think about it?"
	"It's been up your ass without a condom."
	"Rascal told me about ATM.  I can handle ass to mouth," Tyler
said confidently.
	"Have you ever done it before?"
	"No, but I want to try.  I mean, it's not REAL messy, is it?"
	"Well, you're pretty clean, considering," I said.
	"I gave him a piss enema last night," Jason said shyly.
	"Really," I said surprised.
	"He begged me," Jason said.  "What can I say?"
	I knelt beside Tyler's head so I could feed it to him from the
side because I knew it would go down his throat better.  I didn't
expect him to swallow the whole thing but I knew he'd want to try.  I
squeezed my fat cock head in till his lips were just behind the crown.
	"Take a deep breath."  I heard him inhale.  "Taste and smell
okay?"
	"Ummm hummm," Tyler gurgled.
	"Here goes."  I began feeding Tyler my cock.  I didn't stop and I
didn't give him a chance to adjust to it.  I slid about seven inches in
before I felt his throat constrict.  That was the length of his dad's
cock so I knew he could suck at least that much.  As I recalled, he had
sucked Lyle's nine inches, too, but I wasn't sure if he'd deep-throated
him.  Then I remembered Tyler had finally deep-throated me the weekend
of the sleepover.  Showing no mercy, I let my dick continue to slide
down Tyler's throat.
	Jason was nodding his head, encouraging me to keep going.
	When I felt Tyler's nose in my pubic hair, I gave one last hump
and began to slowly pull back.  As soon as he could breathe, I let him
inhale before plunging down his throat again.  I held it there.  "When
your face turns blue, I'll let you have another breath.  In the
meantime, your dad's gonna fuck another load of cum out of you.  I'd
encourage you to cum before you pass out.  If you don't, we won't let
you cum again until the week after Christmas."
	I could tell Jason was pounding his son's prostate like a
drummer beating a cadence on a bass drum because Tyler's cock flexed
with each strike.  I pointed to his balls and Jason and I watched in
fascination as they crept slowly closer to the base of his boner.
Continuing to keep a vigilant eye on his face for signs of distress, I
watched Tyler move his right hand toward his pecker.
	"Don't touch that!" I commanded.
	Being oxygen deprived slowed his reflexes and I had to swat his
hand away.  It dropped almost lifeless onto the sheet.  As I admired
his cock--how hard it was and how shiny it was getting from a need to
cum--I saw his stomach muscles flexing, like he was trying to squeeze
the jism from his joint.  He clutched the sheet in his curled fingers
and pulled upward like he was trying to keep himself from flogging his
pole.
	"Don't touch it," I warned as his eyes squeezed into tight
wrinkles.  His nostrils flared like they were trying to breathe in air
but I had his lungs blocked off with my cock head.  I expected him to
clamp down on my cock with his teeth.  I know that's what I did the
first time somebody tried to suffocate me with their cock.
	Tyler was gulping deep in his throat like he was trying to drink
in air through a straw.
	I pressed my index finger to my lips to shush Jason just as he
was about to say something.
	"Come, cock slave!" I commanded.
	About five seconds later, Tyler started to erupt.
	"Keep fuckin' his prostate," I ordered Jason a little too
commandingly as I yanked my cock out of his son's throat.  Then I
slapped Tyler's face to force him to take a deep breath.  It revived
him enough to see what was going on.  Putting my hand under his head
for support, I raised it enough for him to watch as his cock spurted.
	All three of us watched as Tyler's cum poured out like water from
a fire hose.  The second squirt started up his cum tube before the
first one was finished so that it was one long stream.  It was almost
like he was pissing cum.  I knew the constant prodding of his prostate
by Jason was causing him to keep shooting more than usual.
	"Just look at that," I said proudly.  "Wouldn't it be great if
guys could just keep cumming all night long?"
	Few people realize just how exhausting the process of cumming is
when it's this intense but Tyler was suddenly aware of what I had done.
The punches to his prostate, the lack of oxygen to he brain and not
letting him touch himself all combined to heighten his senses to the
point he couldn't stop cumming.
	"No," Tyler pleaded like he was in a drunken stupor.  "No more.
Please.  Make it stop.  It hurts."
	I knew it did.  His dad's cock was pounding his overly sensitive
buzz nutt, sending electrical shocks into his balls, making them flinch.
But, with his balls drained so effectively, he was beginning into a dry
orgasm.  His cock continued to flex in an attempt to squirt, but there
was nothing to shoot.
	"Stop!" Tyler screamed.  "It feels like I'm pissing toothpicks!"
	"Keep cumming, cock slave," I ordered as I pinched his left
nipple.
	Of course, I knew he was dry but the continual irritation to his
prostate, the push-and-pull sawing motion through his ass ring and then
the torture to his tit caused his cock to flex again and again.
	"Aaagh!  Splinters!"
	I thought, 'If he still wants to be a cock slave after I'm done
with him tonight, Jason and I are going to have our hands full.'
	With a gentle nod at Jason, I said, "You can cum in his ass to
make a smooth ride for me or you can hold off but I'm gonna need you to
cum again later."
	"Decision, decisions," Jason smiled with that look on his face
like he was only moments away from his own orgasm.
	"If his boy cunt is nice and slick, I'll be able to last a lot
longer fucking him," I said, "which means you'll have time to build up
another load."
	Jason slowed his strokes while he debated his options."  "I'm so
close."
	"But if you hold off and he's dry, I'll cum faster which means
you'll be able to cum sooner, too."
	"I better hold off. I'm not sure I can cum twice in a row after
our ball draining session LAST night."  Jason slipped his cock out of
his son's hole gently, like he was right on the verge of cumming.
	"Rim your father," I ordered.
	A weak smile appeared on Tyler's face just before it changed to a
grimace as I shoved my cock in his dilated bung.  Although it wasn't
tight, the extra girth of my cock tightened it up quickly.
	Jason crawled onto the bed but, this time, I had him face me.
	Tyler raised his head, tongue extended, to guide his father's
ass to his face.
	"Oh ... my ... god ... he's good at this."
	"I think he's even better at rimming than Rascal," I said.
	Tyler's cock flinched, either from my compliment or from my cock
dragging across his prostate.
	"Hold your balls out of the way so I can watch him rim you." I
said.  "God, that's hot!"
	"You don't have to tell me!  I'm about to cum because it feels so
good."
	"Can you hold off just a little longer?"
	"Yeah.  No problem.  It's just ... my boy's so talented."
	I looked down between Tyler and me, where we were "connected" and
saw his butt cheeks were pink from all the pubic hair that had brushed
up against them.  His butthole was red and puffy from almost five hours
of non-stop fucking but his ass ring was still tight.  It looked like
he could go all night.  Even so, a good master should know his sex
slave's limitations better than the slave does so I decided to end it
for the night.
	"Jason, you want to cum all over Tyler's cock and balls for me?"
	A high-pitched wail from Tyler indicated he had a problem with
that.  As Jason lifted his ass off his son's lips, Tyler said, "I'll
cum if you do!  That's one of the hottest fuckin' turn-ons I know."
	I rubbed my hands gently along Tyler's abdominal muscles and felt
them flexing involuntarily, like he was already working up another load
of jism from deep within his gut somewhere.
	"Thanks for being honest with us, Ty, but if you cum," I said,
"without our express permission, you have to be punished."
	"That's why I'm tellin' you ... so you'll ... you know ... like
it's gonna happen!  I just can't stop it."
	I watched Jason stroking his cock closer to orgasm.  He had no
intentions of waiting for me to give him permission.  I increased my
fuck strokes to stay right up with him.
	"You know the rules," I said.
	"But I have no control over it," Tyler whined.
	Jason aimed his cock at his son's crotch and started shooting.
Two strokes later, I yanked my cock out of Tyler's ass and began adding
my load to his father's, flooding Tyler's pelvic area with warm spunk.
	"Aaagh!" Tyler screamed as his cum cannon fired curds of cum out
the end of his dick onto his chest and his father's cock and balls.
	"Oh, shit, that's hot!" Jason groaned.  "He's right.  It feels
awesome!"  Then Jason started cumming again.  Not much but I knew it
was more than just an afterthought.  It was from the delightful feeling
of his son's warm cum hitting his own sex pistol.
	"I don't give a shit," Tyler moaned in defeat.  "Punish me.  It
was worth it.  Ohmigod, you two just gave me a cosmic orgasm."
	"A what?" Jason asked.
	"You know the Big Bang Theory?  Well, my orgasm felt like that.
Sudden and explosive.  I mean, the first one ... where I was peeing cum
... felt great--for all the usual reasons.  But to have my two most
favorite people in the world cum on my dick--at the same time--was
utterly COSMIC!"
	"Sounds to me like he's trying to compliment us so we won't
punish him," I said.
	"I'm serious, guys," Tyler said, running his fingers in the
huge pool of combined sperm to keep it from running down his sides,
"I've been given my reward ... the best cum ever.  I'll endure any
punishment you think is fair and you won't hear me complain once."
	"Either he's sincere," I said, "or Rascal has taught him how to
manipulate others as well as HE does."
	"Angel wings," Tyler said.
	"Jason, have you got a funnel in the kitchen somewhere?"
	"Yeah, it's in the drawer.  You want it?"
	"Yeah."
	After he returned, I slid the edge of the funnel under the jism
on Tyler's tummy and scooped it in the cup.  I blocked off the funnel
end with one finger.  Jason and Tyler both caught on to what I was
doing as I began cleaning up the mess.  I scraped the edge along his
pubic patch and along the tender flesh of his cock until I had it all.
Then I sluiced up the trail along his chest.  When I was done, I
cleaned Tyler's jism off his dad's crotch, adding it to Tyler's cum that
I collected in the funnel.
	I said, "We are going to think about what your punishment should
be, so it won't start tonight."  I didn't want to rob Tyler of the
sweet afterglow he was entitled to following his 'cosmic' orgasm.  "But
you can be sure it'll happen."  I wanted him to fret a little about what
it might be and how bad it might get.
	"But I warned you first," Tyler argued.  Then he sucked on the
funnel like it was a straw.
	"Because you were honest about it up front, and not after the
fact, your punishment won't be as harsh."
	"You came without being given permission," Jason said getting
into the spirit of what I was suggesting.
	"But I told you what would happen!" Tyler said before sucking
some more jism out of the funnel.
	"And I told you there would be consequences if you did," I said.
	"That's not fair," Tyler whined, tipping the funnel to see if
there was more cum in it.
	"Nothing about being a cock slave is fair.  Get that out of your
head right now.  I'm going to suggest we try this for a month or two.
If at the end of the trial period, you change your mind ... fine."
	"I won't," Tyler said sullenly.  "What you did tonight just makes
me want to try more and more to be a proper cock slave to you and Dad."
He licked the residue out of the funnel bowl.  "I trust both of you and
just know you two will come up with something ... spectacular."
	"Don't go putting the pressure on US to impress YOU.  We dictate
to you, remember?"
	"Yes, sir," Tyler said, dutifully.
	"Now," I said, sternly.  "I understand you have to get up early
for church so you're going to bed.  I'm going to talk over some things
with your dad and then I have to leave, too.  So kiss me goodnight now
and go to sleep."
	"But Dad and I were going to sleep together because it's the last
night before Mom comes home."
	"And I know you'd keep your dad awake all night, sucking his
cock.  No way!  Get to bed."
	Tyler kissed me reluctantly and then his dad but he obeyed.  As
he turned at the door, he said, "I love you."
	Jason and I both said, "I love you, too."
	It only took a few minutes to discuss with Jason what Lyle and I
had planned for Ryan for Christmas--Christmas in the hospital, that is.

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