Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 22:05:41 +1200
From: Rooril Guy <roorilguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taking Advantage

Hi my name is Frank Morgan, I'm a 36-year-old solo father of two teenage
boys Michael fifteen and Mark sixteen. I won't go into too much detail about
the mother of my sons except to say that since she left me 2 years ago for
another man I have spent most of my spare time drowning my sorrows in a
bottle, which is where my story begins.

Since she left you could guarantee that I have spent most nights drinking
myself into oblivion. I made it a regular task to write myself off totally.
It got to the point where I would sometimes wake up the next morning
completely unaware of how I had made it to bed the night before.

I was becoming the regular recipient of a scathing lecture from my older
sister who lived with her husband and two boys just down the road.

"Frank you need to wake up and smell the roses! You need to take better care
of yourself and your boys!" my sister would say.

"Michael and Mark need their father, now more than ever" she would go on.

Trouble was, I knew she was right but things had just spiraled out of
control.

A few weeks ago I had started to notice changes with my body. After a night
of heavy drinking, I would wake up with terrible cramps and I had also
noticed a mysterious discharge from my arse. At first I thought it was just
stomach flu but then I noticed it was only happening after a heavy night of
drinking, and it had continued on for a few weeks.

It was obvious that all of the excessive drinking was having a very bad
affect on my liver. I had gone too far and now my body was saying enough is
enough.

I started to really worry, if my liver packed up, how would my boys get on
without me? This new round of depression only contributed to my destructive
drinking habits.

I finally got the courage up to book an appointment with my doctor - David
Foster. David was the son of my family doctor while I was growing up and had
been a friend since high school. He had gone away to University to study and
had recently returned with his wife Jane to our small town to take over from
his father in the family practice. His son Tim was in the same class at high
school as my son Mark.

When I walked into David's office I could feel my anxiety rise. He started
off asking me how I was going and then how the boys were going etc. etc.
then he said.

"So, Frank what can I do for you today?"

I blurted out "I think I have stuffed my liver!"

"What makes you think that?" he asked

"Well you see I have been hitting the bottle a bit since the wife left and
lately I have been having some problems down below" I replied

"What sort of problems?" he continued

"I'm waking up in the morning with stomach cramps and...um I have also noticed
I'm leaking"

"Leaking! Where?" he asked

"From my butt" I said shamefully

David had a very confused look on his face and said. "That doesn't sound
like a liver problem but I think we should do some tests and maybe take a
look, are you leaking now?"

This was so embarrassing but I answered truthfully "Yes"

"Well let's take a look and I'll take a swab so we can send it off to the
lab" David said

David could tell that I was extremely embarrassed so he went about the
examination as quickly as he could. I was expecting to have to strip and
bend over but thankfully he just asked me to lay on my side on the exam
table and pull my trousers down past my butt. He had a quick look and then
quickly inserted a swab and said.

"OK that's it, you can get up now"

I got up off the table and tucked my clothes back in and David continued to
talk.

"So Frank, I hear through the grapevine that you haven't been doing so well
since Diane left"

As soon as I heard her name I felt the tears well up in my eyes. David could
sense that I was starting to loose it but carried on.

"Buddy, you are not alone" he continued, "You know Jane and I are still here
for you and the boys"

"Yeah I know, I just feel like such a failure," I said

"You are not a failure, you have just hit a rough patch, you should be very
proud of those two boys, they are growing up to be fine young men, and they
need their father" he stated

"Yeah, they seem to have made it through the last 2 years better than me" I
commented.

"Look mate, take it easy on the booze and I will get these tests back from
the lab and we will sort this out, OK" he said

I nodded and thanked David and left his office.

A few days later I got a message on my answer phone from David "Frank, your
test results have come back and I would like you to come into the office"

I could tell from his tone that something was wrong. I rang his office and
his receptionist answered. As soon as I said who it was she said that Dr
Foster was expecting my call and he would see me for his last appointment at
5:30pm.

I spent the next few hours imagining the worst. When I finally arrived at
David's office I was a wreck. It was 5:30pm so the receptionist had already
left but there was a notice that said, please be seated and the Doctor will
be with you as soon as possible.

Within about 5 minutes the door to David's office opened and a young women
with her baby came out of the office followed by David. He said goodbye to
her and followed her to the main doors and locked them and came back to meet
me.

"Frank, come on through" he said

I went in and sat down as he went to the other side of the table and took a
seat.

"So, how bad is it?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Well it's not really bad as such, just a little unexpected really" he
started to explain

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Look, Frank this is none of my business and you know I will always be your
friend no matter what" he replied

"What are you talking about, I thought we were talking about my test
results?" I was confused

"I didn't know you were gay!" he stated

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not gay" I snapped back

"The test results came back and the anal discharge is semen," he said

"Don't be ridiculous, why the fuck would semen be coming out of my arse?" I
said

"Look, it is none of my business and as I said this changes nothing, you are
my friend and always will be" he said quietly.

I was in a daze; this had to be a mistake. How the hell could I have semen
coming out of my arse?

"Are you sure about this?" I asked

"Absolutely, I sent the test back to be retested just to make sure.

"So how did it get there?" I asked

"You are the only one who would know that" he replied

"How could my semen be coming out my arse?" I questioned

"I didn't say it was YOUR semen!" he said

I was speechless; one of my best friends was telling me that I had someone's
cum leaking out of my arse. I sat in a stunned silence as David began to
lecture me on the dangers of going out and getting so drunk that I didn't
know what I was doing and whom I was doing it with.

I finally left the office in a worse state than I had arrived.

I went home to an empty house and sat in the dark trying to get my head
around what David had told me. Somehow, he had to be wrong.

I started to try and piece together when and how often and how, but kept
coming up with the same answer. Nothing! I have never had sex with a man and
particularly not had one fuck me in the arse, I would remember that.

Then what David had said started to echo in my head.

"you shouldn't go out and get so drunk that you don't remember who you have
had sex with"

I don't go out and drink, I never have. Drinking myself to oblivion has been
a solo act, one that I have chosen to do in the privacy of my own home.

I was sober, more sober than I had ever been and having a drink was the
furthest thing from my mind. I sat in the same spot on the couch until late
into the evening and at some point faded off to sleep.

Sometime around midnight I stirred from my sleep. I heard the back door
close and could hear voices whispering as they made their way into the
lounge.

Then I heard my youngest boy Michael say, "He's passed out on the couch
again"

I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I just lay there quietly pretending to
be asleep, hoping that he would leave me to my shame and head off to bed.

Then I went into shock as Mark said,

"Cool, I'm feeling horny, how about you?"

"Yeah me too, I'll go and get the lube," Michael said as he made his way
past me to his bedroom.

Mark then switched on the dining room light which just cast enough light for
me to make out his silhouette as he approached me and stood over me rubbing
his crotch.

He then turned towards the hallway door as Michael came back into the room
and said, "How do you want to do him?"

"Let's put him on his knees with his chest on the couch, I feel like I can
get in deeper that way" Michael replied.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but for some reason I just had to find
out if it was true. My sons had been taking advantage of me while I was
passed out!

As I continued to pretend to be passed out, I watched my two teenage sons
started to take their clothes off.

Michael the younger of the two was stunning, he had not started to grow
hairs on his chest but as he lifted his t-shirt I could see hair under his
arms. I then watched as he dropped his jeans and boxers. Even in this light
I could see my youngest sons uncut cock. It was at least 6½ inches long and
about 4 inches around and it was as hard as steel.

I then cast my eyes over my oldest boy who had taken off his shirt and was
sporting a smooth chest and six-pack abs. He was just bending over to take
his jeans off and as he stood up I had to stop myself from gasping out loud.
I was staring at the exact twin of my own uncut cock, it was 8-inches long
and 5 inches around, I never expected to see a man's cock on my
sixteen-year-old son.

As they started to pull their foreskins back and forward over the head of
their dicks I could smell the aroma of sex in the room and I could feel a
stirring in my groin. My head was saying it was time to put an end to this
but my dick was saying otherwise.

The boys then proceeded to take me by my ankles and gently rotate me so that
my legs were now off the couch and one of them then undid my belt and they
both pulled my trousers off leaving me kneeling on the lounge floor with my
upper body on the couch and my boxer covered butt pointing out into the
room.

"Where's that lube?" I heard Mark say.

"Here" Michael replied

All I could do was listen in stunned silence as they shuffled around behind
me. Then I felt a cool breeze on my arse as they pulled my boxers down to my
knees.

Then Michael said, "I want to go first, he's gets loose after you fuck him"

"OK bro, bit I'll get him ready for you" his older sibling replied

Then I felt a pair of hands on my arse as my cheeks were pulled apart to
expose my hole.

"Fuck this hole is hot" Mark said, then I felt a cold lube covered finger
start to rub around my hole as he started to lube my arse.

I was in heaven, I had never felt anything so amazing and I started to moan
slightly.

Mark suddenly stopped and said to Michael.

"Fuck man, I think he is enjoying this, I can hear him moaning and his hole
is twitching like mad"

"Let me have a go" Michael said.

I felt the boys change places and Michael then started to rub his finger
around my arse. Then he started to push his finger in and was finger fucking
my chute.

After few minutes of this Michael took his finger out of my arse and said to
Mark,

"Pass me some more lube bro"

I then heard the slick sticky sounds of Michael applying lube to his cock
then felt him adjust my boxers slightly so he could take his place between
my knees.

The next sensation I felt was the hot, blunt, head of my 15-year-old sons
cock as it nudged against my hole.

Then I heard Mark say, "Yeah fuck him Mikey, feed him your cock man"

I couldn't believe I was about to take my little boys cock up my arse. I
knew this was going to hurt and I started to panic and instinctively my
sphincter tightened. How was I going to take a 6½-inch cock in my arse?

Then I felt Michael push, the harder he pushed, the more I tried to stop
him, but what I didn't remember was that this was not the first time I had
taken a cock up my arse. These boys had been fucking me for who knows how
long.

"Man he's tight, I'm having trouble getting in" Michael said.

"Do you need more lube?" Mark said.

"No I put heaps on, he is just tight for some reason" Michael responded.

"Choice, I can't wait, push a bit harder boy" Mark egged Michael on.

Then it happened, my sphincter muscle gave way and about four inches of my
youngest boy plunged into my arse. I held my breath and tensed expecting a
stab of pain but it never came. All I could feel was the most intense
pleasure and a tight fullness in my arse.

"Fuck he is tight tonight, I just about came" Michael gasped.

"Well get on with the job buddy, I want a turn" Mark encouraged.

Michael then started to slide his cock out a few inches and then back in. He
then started a painfully slow in and out motion, pushing his cock in a
little further on each in stroke.

My arse was on fire with pleasure and I could feel my cock leaking precum
like never before. On every in strike I could feel the precum being pumped
out of my dick. Then Michael hit a spot inside my arse that I have never
felt before. Fireworks went off in my head and I could hear myself whimper.

"Fuck, listen to him man, he is moaning like a bitch" Mark said.

This seemed to egg Michael on and he picked up the pace. He grabbed me
firmly by the hips and started slamming into me like I was a whore.

Before I knew it he was panting and then called out, "OOOOh fuck I'm
coming".

He then pushed his cock to the hilt and started to shudder as he unloaded
inside my arse.

I now know what it feels like to have someone come inside you. It is a
sensation that is hard to describe but I could definitely feel the warm wet
semen that my boy was depositing in my bowels.

Michael collapsed on my back with his cock still deep inside me.

"Fuck bro, you went off man," Mark said

"Wow, man that was the best it's ever been, I don't know what Dad drank
tonight but we should make sure he only drinks that from now on." Michael
said in between panting.

"Lemmy in man" his older brother begged.

Michael then started to pull his still hard dick from my arse (oh to be
young again).

My arse started to instinctively grab at his cock and I stopped breathing as
he gasped out loud. Then all of a sudden the head of his dick popped out of
my arse.

I started to breath again and I could feel the boys change places.

I then heard Mark say, "Fuck man, you must have come heaps it is pouring out
his hole."

There was no time to recover as I then felt the head of Marks cock touch the
lips of my arse and then bam, the head slipped past the sphincter.

Up until this moment I had never appreciated the difference one inch could
make.

Michael's cock had slipped in easily and was a tight fit but Marks cock was
stretching my arsehole to the point where my eyes were watering.

Mark then started to slowly push more of his cock into me. I have never felt
such an intense feeling in my life as he pushed inch after inch into my
guts. When he reached the point where Michael had bottomed out he then
started to pull his dick out until just the head of his cock was still
lodged inside my arse.

I could feel myself go into a cold sweat and then I heard Mark say, "Man you
are not wrong, he is fucking tight tonight, I don't think I'm gonna last too
long"

"Yeah fuck him man, feed him that big dick" Michael replied.

He was obviously enjoying the show.

Then Mark started to long dick me and I could feel my insides start to give
way to his fat cock. On about the tenth stroke I felt him hit my prostate
and I grunted out load.

"Fuck man, I think he is enjoying this" Mark said again.

Then after a few more strokes I could feel his balls slapping mine from
behind.

I couldn't believe it, here I was with my eldest son, balls deep inside me
pushing his little brothers seed deep into my guts, I was in ecstasy and I
could feel my own balls starting to throb.

Mark then grabbed me by my thighs and started to fuck, and when I say fuck I
mean FUCK.

He was like a wild animal as he started pounding my arse like there was no
tomorrow. On a couple of out strokes I felt his entire cock leave my arse
and then just as my arsehole shut he would punch through on the inward
stroke.

Each in stroke was doing a number on my prostate and I could feel myself
coming close to passing out.

He screamed out, "Oh yeah I'm gonna blow...fuck, I'm gonna shoot".

And then it happened, he pushed his cock as far inside me as it could go and
started to shoot his seed deep inside my guts. If it weren't for him
shuddering and cussing I swear they would have known I was awake as I too
started to shudder and come without even touching myself.

It took about five or ten minutes for Mark to stop spasming and twitching as
he came down from his cum. I was exhausted and I had never felt so satisfied
in my life.

He then started to slowly slide his cock out of my arse and I struggled to
stop my self from panicking as it felt like he was turning my guts inside
out.

When his cock popped out I felt a real sense of pride. I had looked at Mark
as just a teenage kid, but from tonight I would be looking at him very
differently, as a man.

I was then awoken from my stupor by Michael saying "Fuck man that was
awesome, I have never seen you come like that."

"I know man, you were right his arse was so much tighter and it was so
different tonight" Mark responded.

"Pass me the towel bro, I'll clean him up" Mark then said.

He then proceeded to clean my arse crack and went to pull up my boxers and
stopped.

"Mikey, look at this, is that your spooge?" he asked

"No way man I think it's his" he said

"Fuck man, he came while I was fucking him, he's never done that before, he
must have been having an awesome dream," Mark chuckled.

He then started to wipe up the mess I had made on the front of the sofa and
my boxers and put my boxers back on me.

"OK Pops, time to go to bed" Mark stated.

I had made it through the whole "ordeal" without them catching on that I was
awake. The boys then lifted me up to my feet, one either side and, walked me
to my bedroom. I could feel the cum from both my boys starting to dribble
down my legs.

They then laid me down on the bed and Mark started to leave.

"I'm gonna take the first shower OK" he said.

"OK, I'll just get his other clothes and tuck him in for the night," Michael
said.

Michael left the room and was back again in about thirty seconds. I expected
him to just drop my clothes and leave but I could feel him get up on the bed
and he started to rub my arse through my boxers.

Then he suddenly grabbed the waistband of my boxers and started to pull them
down and completely off me. I thought to myself, "the horney little devil
wants to fuck me a again".

I was wrong!

As soon as he got my boxers off, he spread my legs apart and started to run
his fingers through the cum that was leaking out of my arse. Then I heard
him say under his breath, "fuck yeah, my big brothers cum" and I suddenly
felt his hot breath on the back of my balls.

Then he started licking up the cum that was leaking out of me. Then suddenly
he moved up to my arsehole and started licking at the entrance to my chute.
All the while he was doing this I could hear him moaning with pleasure and I
realized he was playing with his cock.

Once he had cleaned up the cum that have leaked out of my arse I then felt
his tongue start to dig into my hole. I couldn't believe it, here he was a
fifteen year old boy, rimming his Father to get as much of his brothers cum
out of my arse.

As Michael started to pick up the pace I could feel him pull my cheeks apart
and start to actually suck on my pucker to get his brothers cum out of my
hole. Then he came.

It was dark so I couldn't see anything but I could feel him clean himself up
and then he gave my arse a quick wipe and put my boxers back on and jumped
off the bed and left.

I was exhausted and I felt myself fall back into a deep sleep.

I woke up early the next morning and thought to myself, "fuck, what a
fucking weird dream that was", then my hand went down to my boxers and I
brushed a finger over my hole. I was leaking cum, it wasn't a dream. I then
realized I was as hard as a rock, so I started to pound my cock to a ball
draining orgasm.

I thought to myself, "I'll never drink again, but I won't be telling the
boys!"

I hope you enjoyed this first instalment of my next story.

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