Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2011 18:10:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Teddy's Discovery" Chapter 9: Ranger Sam

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Ranger Sam

	He seemed to have come to some kind terms, at least for last
night, with my being his son.  I felt nervous wondering how he would feel
this morning with what we'd done.
	I was fifteen, though, and knew what I wanted.  I wasn't being
taken advantage of, and I wasn't being lured unknowingly.  I loved and wanted
a big, strong, rough man introducing me to the mysteries of sex.  Until now,
sex with other guys had never even entered my mind.  I liked looking at other
guys' bodies, yeah, but that was just natural curiosity...wasn't it? Now that I
was experiencing sex with another guy/man, though, I was going nuts for it!!
	The first time I'd ever touched a man's cock, had been that night
under the kitchen table as my parents played cards with the Fowlers.  It had
only been the head of Dad's cock as it hung down almost out of his shorts,
Still, though, that moment was burned in my mind as some kind of turning
point, a discovery of new desires.  And finally getting it from a man I loved
and admired every bit as much as I thought he was damned hot and hand-
some, was mind-blowing to me!!
	I laid there pressed back against Dad's side, head pillowed on
top of his bicep, as he lay splayed on his back in the warm morning air.
	I quietly dislodged myself and climbed out of the tent without
waking him.  Wide patches of flaking dried cum, both his and mine, covered
my torso, neck, and face.  I needed to get cleaned up!
	I didn't want to put too many clothes over the mess, and didn't
want to risk running into anyone on the way to the showers...though, because
of our location, I shouldn't have to worry about that.  So, I just grabbed my
sneakers and a clean pair of shorts from the unloaded bags in Dad's jeep,
and headed down to the river with a towel and bar of soap.
	I forced myself to sink down in that icy water long enough to
bathe.  Then, I jumped out, dried off, and raced back to re-light the camp-
fire.
	I heard the loud deep rumble of a motorcycle being fired up
somewhere close.  It must've woken Dad, because he stumble out of the
tent a minute later.
	Sleepy eyes surveyed the campsite and lit fire before coming to
rest on mine.  A slow grin crossed his face as he stumble over on stiff legs...
an equally stiff slab of meat arching out from his dense crotch.  He pulled me
into a hug...the smell of dried sweat and cum still clinging to his skin.
	"Mmmm, mornin,' son."  He said, sleepily.  "Good job gettin' the
fire goin.'  Damned nice for your ol' dad t' wake up t' that."
	"Mornin' Dad, how'd ya sleep?" I asked as he moved over to
the fire.
	He squatted down and threw a couple more logs on, "Great,
a few beers and bein' out here away from it all makes for sleepin' like a log."
	He seemed completely relaxed, but also ignoring everything that
we did the night before.  I hadn't expected that combination and didn't know
what to think.
	It sounded like the motorcycle was no longer just sitting there
warming up.  The low rumble was coming closer rather fast.
	Dad moved over to the jeep, pissed heavily on the ground beside
it, and then reached into his bag for a pair of sweat pants he tossed over his
shoulder.  He walked back to the fire, his cock sagging down into it's hefty
flaccid state as he bent to pick up his towel from last night.
	He dropped it, though, and jerked his old sweat pants on as
the motorcycle we'd been hearing rolled into view and continued a bit into
our campsite.
	Dressed in ranger  uniform shorts, shirt, and ball cap...hiking
boots on his feet and thick wool socks bunched below his calves...was
the silver-haired man from last night!
	He flipped a switch on the big white and chrome bike, silencing
the rumbling motor.
	"Mornin' folks, yawl enjoyin' the park?"  The impossibly deep
voice sounded like that of a radio announcer or TV anchor man...no, even
deeper.
	"Yep, much needed lil' vacation." Dad answered, sounding a
little guarded.
	"Wow, what kind of bike is that?" I asked with probably way
too much awe in my voice.  I couldn't help it, though...that motorcycle was
COOL!
	He chuckled still straddling the bike, "Yamaha, 1600, cruiser...I
don't put much store in Harleys where ya have t' carry a toolbox with ya jus'
t' head out for a short ride.  Y' like it?"
	"Hell, yeah!"  I jerked my head at Dad, "I mean, yeah!  I've
always wanted one, but I've never seen one that big before."
	"Well, it's built for cross-country rides...comfort and an engine
that'll go the distance without bein' pushed." he answered, that deep voice
seeming to slide over my skin as he talked.  In the daylight, I could see the
ranger was probably around fifty years old.  But, that only added to the
lean atheletic physique and the biker air about him.
	"Maybe he'll take y' for a ride," Dad said, coming up beside me
and ruffling my hair.
	"Well, I was just gonna circle the park n' make sure everything's
in order."  He responded, standing up and swinging a long leg over to walk
toward us.
	He had to be about 6'7"!  Tall and tan, lean and lanky with a
slightly weathered face.  His eyes, though, his eyes were black as night with
long black lashes and thick silver brows curving above.  His face was incred-
ibly striking, but it was his piercing eyes that made my heart race as they
seemed to pin my feet to the ground.
	I also couldn't help noticing the fat tube running down the leg of
his shorts to the hem.  It looked like the head of the cock making that tube
would slide out any second.
	"I'd be more'n happy t' give y' a tour of the place, show ya some
of the great spots a lot of folks don't know about here in the park.  That is,
if your," the tall ranger looked over at Dad, "...friend...is agreeable t' you
goin' for a ride this mornin.'"
	"Father," my dad corrected, "I'm Ken n' this is m' boy, Teddy."
	"Name's Sam, pleasure t' meet'cha both," Sam and Dad shook
hands.
	As I looked at Dad in askance, his eyes flicked down to the
prominent length of meat stuffed down the leg of Sam's shorts...back up to
Sam's face...and, then, over to mine.
	There seemed to be a war going on in Dad's head as he looked
at me silently, contemplating the offer Sam had just made.
	"You'll be extra careful with him?" Dad said, still looking at me
intently.
	"Oh, of course...it's just a spin around the park, and I have too
many stops t' make t' work up any speed."
	"Okay, then."  Dad responded and then leveled dark serious eyes
at the ranger, "As long as you're damned careful with him," he looked at me
again, "he can go."
	"Oh, thanks, Dad!" I grinned excitedly.
	"I gotta go into town, anyway.  We forgot t' pack food for the
weekend.  And, I gotta head over to the showers n' soap down first anyway.
So, you can go explorin' with Sam here while I do all that.  Should be back
in about an hour or so."
	"Well, alright then.  Teddy, let's getta move on!" Sam clamped
a hand on my shoulder, and grabbed Dad's in a handsake, "I'll take good
care of 'im, Ken."
	Sam climbed on the bike and started it up, before I threw my
leg to sit behind him.  I asked where I should put my hands.
	Sam looked over his shoulder and said, "On my waist, hips, or
thighs...just not at my chest.  I have t' use my weight t' keep the bike
balanced, and anywhere but my chest leaves me able t' move easily."
	I put my hands on his hips, as he took off slowly.  He gave Dad
a quick wave as we left the campsite and Dad waved back enthusiastically,
though a look of concern didn't match the exuberance in the wave.
	He took me from campsite to campsite, checking each one to
make sure only the rented ones had people staying there and that everyone
was adhering to the park's rules.
	Sam, stopped a few times to show me a particularly nice view.
Each time, me trying to slide my hand down to his thigh innocently as I turned
to look.  My arm would just never quite reach, though.
	Finally, we stopped beside one of the camp roads and he said
we'd have to walk a bit to see what he wanted to show me.
	We followed an almost invisible trail a long way until it opened
up into a small cove at the river bank.  At one end, though, the river cascaded
off from a higher level creating a small rushing waterfall.
	"This is one of my favorite places," he said pulling a pipe and
tobacco pouch from one of his shirt pockets, "secluded and relaxing, and
no one knows it's here."
	"Wowww...this is cool," I said, walking up to the river bank.
	"Yeah, it's pretty special here."
	I turned at the quietness of his deep voice to find him leaning
back against a tree, looking down and lighting his pipe.
	In that position, his hips thrust foward some and his shorts pulled
taut, the outline of his cock was even more defined.  I was staring with part
curiousity and part heated interest at the flaccid size of it, it appeared as
large soft as as Dad's was hard!
	He looked up, still holding the match to the pipe as the smoke
curled about his face, "See somethin' ya like, Teddy?"
	"No...I..."
	"Now, not much point in actin' like ya don't," he crossed his arms
over his chest and looked down at me, "I know you saw me watchin' you n'
your father last night...damned good-looking man, too, by the way."
	I stood there paralyzed with shock.  Yes, I knew he'd been there,
but I never expected him to admit it...much less to call me on it.
	"How old are ya, buddy?" He asked quietly with a tip of his head.
	"Fifteen," I stammered, "almost sixteen."
	"Ummm, young," he said, matter of factly, reaching down to
slide long fingers back and forth over the thickness of his cock as the head
of it began to show below the hem of his shorts.
	"Young enough t' get your ol' dad in whole heap'a crap with the
authorities if someone were t' say somethin," he pressed his fingers into the
length of his cock, causing the entire head and a half inch of shaft to pop
completely out the hem of his shorts.
	"Git over here, junior," he ordered, low and deep.
	I obeyed out of fear.  What if I did what he wanted and he still
told on Dad and me?
	When I reached him, he wrapped a hand around the back of my
neck and pulled me close as if to share a secret.  He half-whispered, "Now,
you don't want your dear ol' dad t' go t' jail do ya?"
	When I didn't respond, he asked, "Do ya?"
	"No sir," I said, looking at the ground.
	Without saying another word, the hand at the back of my neck
pressured me down to my knees and then pulled my mouth to his thigh so
my lips pressed against the head of his cock.
	"Take your time, Teddy-boy, I know y' enjoy this...I saw enough
last night t' be sure of that."
	He had me.  He was right, too.  He had seen me going to town
on my Dad's cock.  He also knew he could cause a great deal of trouble for
Dad.
	"Come on, Teddy," he said when I didn't move, "I don't have
all day.  And, do you want your dad t' come back, come lookin' for ya, n'
find you here slobbering all over my cock?"
	"No...." he sighed with satisfaction at knowing I had no choice,
"no, ya don't.  So.....open up, kid."
	I slid my tongue out and swiped it over the head of his cock.  My
own traitorous dick beginning to stiffen at the contact...his, flexing against
my tongue and lips.
	"That's it..." he encouraged..that deeper than deep voice slipping
under my skin.
	I opened my lips and pushed them over the head of his cock,
earning a deep groan from his chest and a slight bend in his knees.'
	As I sucked on the head and swept my tongue across it over
and over, one of his hands reached down and started undoing the belt at
his waist.
	He pulled me back up to my feet and told me to unbutton his
shirt.
	As I complied, he stood there looking down at me, knowing he
controlled my every move through the threat he held over Dad.  He blew
the thick rich pipe smoke into my face as I worked, further dominating me
in a way that was more than simply physical.
	"Suck," he said, pulling me onto his left nipple, "and, open my
zipper, junior."
	I wasn't sure what to do with another man's nipple, so I put my
mouth over it and sucked...confused.  And, reached to work his zipper
down.
	"Harder, boy...use your tongue and your teeth.  Haven't you
ever done this before?" he said and asked harshly.
	"Um-mm" I said, shaking my head but keeping my mouth on
his chest.
	"Oh, for christ's sake," he said, pushing me away.  He stepped
away from the tree, grabbed me, and switched places...pushing my back
against the tree.
	He, then jerked my shirt up and dove onto my nipple.  That thick
bushy silver mustache that hung down halfway to the end of his chin felt
incredible against my skin, but nothing like what it felt like when he attacked
my nipple with his teeth and tongue.
	I cried out as the shock of the sensation immediately made me
stretch up on my toes to try and get away from that mouth that was making
my eyes cross!
	He immediately pulled back again, though, and growled, "Now,
do a better job this time, for fuck's sake!" Then, he yanked my face back
into his chest.
	As I went to work furiously on his nipple, he grabbed my wrist
and thrust my hand through the fly of his shorts.  My fingers slid around
a fat fleshy tube of meat that felt thick, hot, and damp inside the confines of
his green ranger shorts.
	His pipe smoke kept pouring across me as I massaged his half-
hard cock and chewed on his peaked nipple.  The richness of the aroma
making me a bit light-headed as it filled my lungs, and further confirmed this
tall lanky man's domination of me.
	"Take it out," he ordered.
	It was like pulling a boat's anchor out of the water!  There was
so much rubbery length it, it seemed like I would never get to the head!
	Finally, the head pulled free of his shorts and the semi-flaccid
shaft lay cradled in my hand.
	The ranger grabbed my chin and tilted my face up.  He looked
down at me with those intense eyes and blew a cloud of smoke right into my
face.  Then, he slid his entire arm behind my neck and pulled me up onto my
toes into a toe-curling kiss...the taste of the fragrant tobacco on his tongue,
sweet and dark.
	Leaving his lips still pressed to mine and speaking out of the
sides of his mouth, "Now, get down there and suck my cock, boy."
	So drunk on his kiss, I dropped to my knees with no further
urging.  His cock seemed like it hadn't grown any further from its already
imposing size and seemed the same lenght and girth almost hard as it had
completely soft.  That was good, as even in it's semi-hard state, it still
seemed around the same size as Uncle Don's huge horse-cock.
	I sucked, swallowed, and milked that oversized slab of meat,
trying get it to give me some pre-cum, but all a got was a few slaps on the
face from that fat schlong and more orders to suck it this way or that.  He
never got fully hard, though.
	After a bit, he pulled his hips back, snaking that thick cock out
of my mouth and throat.  To my surprise, I grabbed his hips and tried to
keep him from taking it away from me.
	As it finally slide all the way out and flopped down heavily
between his thighs, he began pulling up his uniform shorts and stuffing his
cock back inside.
	"Get up, boy."
	I did and followed him in silence back to his motorcycle, know-
ing I must not have done a good enough job on his cock.
	I felt embarassed and dejected as we drove away.  Just begin-
ning to experience sex..and sex with men, no less..the rejection stung
severely.
	I noticed after a short time that we were on a road I hadn't seen
before.  Then, he stopped the bike and turned it off, motioning for me to
dismount.
	He followed suit, and then grabbed the handlebars to push it
up the road.
	I just stood there not knowing what to do until he looked over
his shoulder and said, "Hustle, boy, I don't have all day here"  his deep
deep voice seeming to reach way down inside my stomach.
	So, I followed silently until a small cabin came into view where
the road came to an end.
	He put the kick-stand down and placed a hand against the
small of my back as he led me to the cabin's door.
	He stopped and put a finger to his lips in the sign to be quiet.
	At the same time, his slid his other hand down the back of my
shorts into the crack of my ass.  One finger slid in deeper than the rest and
found the tight little hole hidden inside.  When it did, he began forcing the
finger inside.
	My hole resisted the intrusion, but he wasn't to be dissuaded.
My little butthole was still tender from Dad stuffing it full of his cock twice
the night before, and soon my head fell into Sam's chest as I struggled to
keep quiet.  The pressure of it was turning me on, but the rough dryness
felt like his finger was covered in tree bark or something!
	He pulled his hand out, spit in it, and then shoved it back down
my shorts.  This time, when his finger reached my young teen asshole, it
slid right in...though, still far from comfortably.
	I gulped in a deep breath and pressed more heavily into the tall
ranger's chest as his finger probed deeper.
	It was then that I noticed him easing the cabin door open.
	I fought the urge to just close my eyes and give in to the sensa-
tion of his knuckles abrading the soft tissues of my ass, and opened my eyes
to look inside.
	Just to the right of the door were two twin beds with no foot or
headboards pushed together.  Sprawled out naked on his back was a shorter
stocky man only about ten years older than me.
	I looked up at Sam and saw him give me the "shhh" sign again.
	With that, he guided my ass into the room...keeping his finger
lodged inside.
	He motioned for me to remove my shirt, then my shoes, and
finally my shorts before moving me to stand at the foot of the two beds.
	The young man laying on top of the white sheets was magazine-
cover handsome!  Jet black hair, milky white skin, and a body covered in
smooth rounded muscle.
	His waist was small and tight, but the rest of him was all pumped-
up muscle.  His chest, arms and shoulders looked like he had halves of
cantelopes hidden under his creamy pale skin.  The legs that were spread
open across both mattresses were wide and impressive, the kind of legs
every guy that worked out wanted to have but rarely got.
	His hands were above his head as he slept, thick tufts of that
jet black hair bursting from his armpits.  While his chest, arms, shoulders,
and legs were completely hairless, a thick treasure trail started halfway down
his stomach until the narrow line exploded into a thick hedge of that silky
black hair around his cock and balls.
	What that hedge surrounded was just as impressive as the rest
of the man's body.  Most guys' balls I'd seen seemed to be egg-shaped,
but these looked completely round and reminded me of tennis balls.
	The heavy cock laying over them didn't seem all that long, but
it was fucking thick as all hell!!  Even though it looked shorter than my own,
there was no debating that it looked like a tree trunk nestled between his
balls.
	Sam leaned over and whispered, in my ear, "Easy....easy..." as
he slowly pushed me to my knees and then onto my stomach on the bed.
	"Now, go get it, boy...but, wake 'im up slowly." he urged, lifting
my ass up with his finger and moving me closer to that thick stocky cock.
	I exhaled over his equipment and then slipped my tongue out to
lightly caress his balls.  I watched his cock thicken even further, if that was
possible, as I began sliding my wet tongue more firmly over his cum-filled
sperm tanks.  All the while, Sam kept working his finger in and out of my
ass.
	I heard the man in front of me sigh as he widened his legs and
his balls raised and lowerered inside their hairless sac.
	His cock had become almost fully hard and was swaying in the
air above my nose.  I watched as a pearly bead of precum oozed out of the
the wide juicy-looking head.
	I left his balls and raised my head to slide my tongue over that
head and bathe my tongue in the taste of what his balls were rewarding me
with.
	At that moment, I felt Sam's finger exit my ass and saw him come
around to the side of the beds.
	He looked down at me licking his buddy's head, and began
undoing the buttons on his shirt as he massaged his massive tool through his
shorts.
	He tossed his shirt to the floor, then dropped his shorts and
stepped out of them.
	Watching me, his scary-big cock was already harder than it had
been while I was sucking him...and, getting even harder.  Soon, it was sticking
out from his crotch at a ninety degree angle and hard as steel.  He spread
his legs, cupped his hand underneat his width, and began lightly stroking the
underside as I slipped my lips over the head of the muscular cock in front of
me.
	I slid half of the massively wide meat into my warm wet mouth
and heard a whispered groan escape Sam's lips.
	It was turning me on like crazy.  Laying there sucking the cock
of a handsome sexy man as he slept, while another watched and stroked his
own meat.
	The situation didn't last long, though, as Sam walked behind me
and didn't immediately come back.
	When he did, though, I knew it by the cold slick stuff being
applied to the ring of my asshole.  Next, came the feeling of something big and
blunt pushing up against it demandingly.
	I hummed and moaned against the sleeping man's cock in my
mouth as I began to suck less timidly and Sam's cock began pushing my
hole open over the head of his biker cock.
	My eyes bulged as the head punched inside and my assring
throbbed in discomfort at the intrusion of Sam's mammoth cock into my
small young asshole.
	I must have been still a little "primed" from Dad's cock last night,
though, because Sam proceeded to feed that whole horsecock into me
without my passing out.
	Actually, it felt hot...being stretched so tightly and having a cock
every bit as huge as Uncle Don's being forced inside me.  All that at the same
time as I was devouring another cock even thicker than the one up inside
my my ass.  Even though it was shorter, I still could only get a half to two-thirds
of the sleeping young man's battering ram into my mouth.
	Suddenly the man I was sucking stretched, yawned, and mumbled,
"Mmm Sam, this is somethin' you've never done a'fore..."
	There seemed to be some kind of accent in the man's sleepy
comment.
	Sam remained silent as he began sliding his cock back out of me
in preparation for his next downstroke.
	The waking man in the bed stretched and yawned again, curling
his arms into a double biceps pose at his shoulders...his biceps and shoulders
pumping up like cannon balls!
	"Sam, why don't you..." I knew immediately when the guy's eyes
had opened and the scene in front of him came into focus.
	"Oh jaysus, Sam, me man.  What've y' gone n' done, y' corker?
The lad canna even be of age t' shave!"  He continued, though without
pulling his cock from my enthusiastic mouth and only raising up on his elbows.
	"Ahhhh, Colm, good of your Irish ass t' join us.  Or, should I say,
your Irish cock..." Sam said, taking Colm's reaction in quiet stride as he
continued feeding his solid fuckpole up into me.
	Colm slid one arm back behind his head as he laid back down
in the bed.  The other reached down for the back of my head and forced me
further down his cock.
	"Well, y' daft arse, will ya be tellin' me who the lad is at the very
least?"
	"He's in campsite 29 with his dad.  Teddy is the kid's name if I
remember right."
	"And, his Da....would he be the handsome bastard at the
window?"
	Sam's head jerked to the side just as the door burst open and
Dad stormed in yelling.
	I felt Sam's ass-stretching cock yanked from my ass as he
jumped to his feet and Dad took a swing.
	I scrambled to the side of the bed against the wall, ashamed and
terrified, as Dad's swing didn't connect and carried his body around.
	Sam took the opportunity and grabbed Dad from behind, sliding
his arms up under Dad's and clasping his hands behind Dad's neck...the
position leaving Dad unable to do anything in the taller man's hold.
	"So, Paddy," Colm grinned lazily, having not stirred from where
he was when I was devouring his cock, "will ya be joinin' us, now?"
	"Colm..." Sam threatened, "in case you missed it, we've gotta
lil' problem here."
	"Sam....Sam, Sam, Sam," Colm said, rising to his feet and going
to stand in front of Dad and Sam, "I canna see the problem.  Unless you'll be
meanin' this mucker's knob standin' out in front of him like a walkin' stick."
	Colm leaned up an slid his tongue up to Dad's ear, "I've a mind
t' take Paddy's mule out for a long bob."
	Sam remained silent, seeming to be waiting to see where this and
Colm would lead.
	"So, boy-o...ummm, 'Teddy,' is it?" Colm asked, looking over
his shoulder at me with sparkling light green eyes.
	When I didn't answer, he went on, "Teddy, I'll be wonderin' if
this will be the first time t' see your Da's knob hard..."
	He stepped to the side and there stood Dad...only in tennis
shoes and gym shorts.  But, one leg was bunched up at his crotch with his
cock jutting straight out in front of him and balls hanging down his thigh in
open air.
	Sam chuckled, "Well, I s'pose this shouldn't come as too much
of a surprise.  I came up on these two last night.  The kid took his Daddy's
cock down his throat n' up his ass like a pro.  I thought is was some guy
sneakin' around on his wife with a buddy...didn't realize till this mornin' it
was junior n' senior fuckin' their brains out together."
	"Teddy, come'ere, laddy." Said Colm, his thick pale cock also
standing straight out from it's halo of thick black bush.
	"Goodlookin' kid," Sam said as I stood, "He don't have your
horsemeat, Daddy, but he sure does have an awful fine body on 'im.  Foot-
ball...baseball...?"
	"Both."  Dad said, staring at the wall with his jaw clenched.
	"Thought so," Sam said, leaning down into Dad's ear, "handsome,
too."  He turned to look at me, "Chip off the ol' block."
	I watched as Sam slid his tongue inside Dad's ear and pressed
his hips into Dad's butt.  Dad's cock jumped at the contact, though his gaze
never moved from where he stared ahead.
	Colm raced off and then padded back wiping his mouth.
	"Morning rinse." He explained.  "Now, come over here, laddie."
	"Now, me man here, your Da....I'll be thinkin' he's packin' quite
a mighty club.  I'll also be thinkin' you must love goin' for a down for a bob
on your Da.  So do your new friend, Colm, a nice favor n' give it a go.  I've
no seen a lad suck his own Da's cock before."
	"Teddy, you don't have t' do anything these men tell you." Dad
said, still not looking at me.
	"Teddy...." Sam said in that deep rolling voice, "I think we both
know diff'ernt, don't we."
	I remembered his threat of telling someone about Dad and me,
so I sank to my knees and slid my mouth over the head of Dad's cock.
	"Oh jaysus, that's hot, man!" Colm exclaimed, grabbing his own
cock and beginning to stroke it as he watched.
	When I felt Dad's cock jerk inside my mouth, I slid my lips
further up his sturdy shaft.  Sam, still kept him locked in that behind-the-neck
hold.
	"Oh fuck me!  Sam....Sam...you gotta see this!"
	"I have Colm, believe me, and the kid's not even started yet."
	"Hold it, hold it there, lad." Colm ordered, and then slid Dad's
shorts down his legs.
	"By all that's holy, look at that club!  Sam, Da here's not far
behind ya!" Colm stroked his fat stocky cock more intently.
	"How're y' doin,' Dad?" I heard Sam quietly whisper, but getting
no response.
	"Boy-o, care t' share?" Colm dropped to his knees without
waiting for an answer and began nuzzling and licking Dad's cock at the base
while I sucked and slurped on the other half.
	Soon, he was sucking further up the long thick shaft of Dad's
cock and our mouths connected.  He kissed me with Dad's cock in my
mouth...sliding his tongue inside to duel with mine and massage Dad's thick
meat at the same time.
	He also reached over and slid a finger inside my ass.  The lube
Sam had slathered there still leaving me slick and his entry inside me made
me groan into his mouth and over Dad's cock.
	Dad groaned quietly as his hips began swaying slightly forward
and back.  I saw hands slide down Dad's sides to his hips and realized
Sam must've released his hold on Dad.  On each side of Dad's cock, Colm
and I sucked up and down the shaft...half kissing and half sucking.
	I looked up to see Dad's arms free, but his hands clasped behind
his head.  Sam seemed to be kissing and sucking on Dad's neck, his hands
sliding from Dad's hips to his chest and nipples.  That's when I saw Sam's
hips out of the corner of my eye.
	He was moving back and forth into Dad's ass.  But, that couldn't
be right!  He had to be sliding it in under...between Dad's thighs.
	I reached a hand up to Dad's balls...stroked and pulled on them.
Then, I reached further back underneath and felt the furry trail running from
his balls to his asshole.  But....I didn't feel Sam's cock sliding across that area.
	So, I reached further back and into the crack of Dad's ass.  And,
I found Sam's monster-cock moving slowly in and out of Dad's hole!!!
	Suddenly, I felt one of Colm's hands on the back of my head as
he drew me into a fierce kiss and moved both our mouths to the head of
Dad's cock.  He released me as we both went to work chowing down on
the wide spongy end of Dad's meat, and slid that hand between Dad's thighs
along side my own.
	He took my hand sitting where Sam's cock entered my father's
ass and guided it to wrap around the wide girth of Sam's biker-cock.
	Once my hand was firmly gripping and stroking Sam's meat as
it fed itself in and out of Dad's hole, I heard Sam groan and felt him increase
his speed.
	He started pushing us all forward, walking Dad toward the bed.
	Colm pulled back, and quietly said in a husky voice, "Your Da's
got quite'a leaky pipe, don't he, lad?"
	I nodded as I continued sucking and shuffling on my knees back
toward the bed.
	"Faith, your Da's gotta good taste to 'im, too!"  His breathing was
getting heavier, "Share with me, boy-o."
	He pulled me off Dad's cock and backward onto the bed.  With
me laying on my back, he pressed his mouth down on mine and snaked his
tongue inside.
	As he kissed me, he pulled away for just a second and spit in his
hand.  When his mouth came down on mine, he reached between my thighs
past my balls and re-slicked up my ass.
	He hooked his arm under my knees and pulled my legs up just
as Sam and Dad reached the edge of the bed.
	Sam and Dad sank to their knees, and Colm reached down for
Dad's cock...still keeping me folded in half as he continued kissing me deeply.
	I felt the broad head of Dad's hard meat butt up against my hole.
	Colm kissed me even harder and rubbed his hand back and
forth across my tight butthole, spreading his fingers to go around the head
of Dad's cock as it pressed against my bullseye.
	I could feel the speed of Sam slowly stroking his massive cock
in and out of Dad's ass by the pressure of Dad's cock against my assring.
	Sam began putting a little extra thrust in each downstroke, forcing
Dad's cock to "peek" into my ass repeatedly until the head finally pushed in.
	I arched my back, moaned into Colm's mouth, and thrust my
tongue as deeply as it would go as I felt my asshole stretch around my
father's thick slab of meat.
	I opened my eyes as Colm pulled his mouth away, and watched
as Dad's body slid over mine at the same time as his entire ten inches of
thick steely cock slid all the way up inside me!
	I felt filled to the brim this time, but without any pain or discom-
fort.  Heat raced through my body and I knew my face must've blushed red
at the sensation of having my father's cock filling me up inside again.
	I looked up into his eyes and they were barely open...barely even
slits.  They were looking down at me, though.  His eyes were filled with
heat, lust, and sexual overload.  It felt like he was not looking at me as his
son, but as if he were some big powerful animal.  He looked far drunker in
his sexual haze than I'd ever seen him on liquor...drunk past reason and crazed
with need.  He stared down at me as if I were his prey and he was going to
take everything he wanted from me whether I wanted to give it to him or not.
	Suddenly, one arm snaked behind my head and pulled me into
a crushing kiss as the other slid down my side to my hips.
	He stroked my side and kissed me with increased fevered
intensity as his body rocked his cock in and out of my ass.
	Sam soon began pounding Dad powerfully, the force and motion
causing Dad in turn to pound more forcefully into me.
	As Dad's hand latched onto one of my nipples, I felt something
nudge insistently against my cheek and lips.
	When I opened my eyes, I saw Colm's cock pushing in between
our mouths...and Sam kissing Colm hungrily as Dad had been kissing me.
	Without a second thought, Dad and I both attacked Colm's
stocky muscular cock...sucking, slobbering, and slurping all over the wide
fat thing!
	As Sam began slamming into Dad, Dad's cock slammed so deep
 inside me that it became pleasure and discomfort merged together into an
overheated partnership of sexual extremes.  Once again, I found myself
losing my mind in the sensations wracking my body from head to toe!
	Sam's fucking of Dad's ass reached the level of "jackhammer"
and, soon, Sam was announcing he was about to fill Dad with so much cum,
it would be pouring out his ears and nose!
	"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuUCK!!" Colm's voice went from soft to loud
in one second as thick ropes of hot sweet cum began splattering inside Dad's
mouth and mine as we alternated slurping over the head of the fat erupting
cock.
	The legs of the beds scraped again the floor and the bedframes
creaked repeatedly as Sam began unloading all his cum into Dad...power-
driving Dad into me at the same time.
	Just as the cum began racing from my balls to my cock, Dad
pulled out of my ass and pulled me to my feet.  What the helll???!!!
	But then, he spun me around, moved me toward one wall,
and bent me at the waist.
	The next thing was him slamming his cock back into me with the
same force Sam had used on him.  Unlike when we were laying on the bed,
Dad began to pull all the way out and then plunge deep inside me over and
over again...fucking himself furiously back on Sam's spewing ranger-cock
and then deep into my belly on every stroke.
	The wild animal aspect of how he savaged my ass instantly pushed
me back to the edge of cumming again with no turning back.  All I could do
at this point was hold on to the wall for dear life
	Colm suddenly slid between Dad's legs and mine from behind.
Once in place with his arms around my thighs, Colm dove his mouth onto
my cock just as I began to pour jet after jet of teenage cum down his throat.
My head thrashed back and forth as the explosions of my orgasm rocked
my teenage body from head to toe.
	I heard Dad's growl from behind and above me.  Two seconds
later, he jerked his cock from my ass...my hole still clamping down intermit-
tently as my body spewed out the last of my load.
	He shoved his cock between my thighs and up under my balls,
it's ten inch length pushing the head out from underneath and onto Colm's
chin.
	When the first splash of daddy-cum hit Colm's skin, he pulled
off my cock and swooped down onto the head of Dad's.  While he sucked at
Dad's spewing cock like a starving man, I could feel his hair and top of his
head rubbing against the underside of my own cock and balls.
	As my dick dribbled the last remainders of my load into Colm's
hair and Colm milked the last of Dad's with his greed mouthy, Dad pulled me
back against him and my face into a heated kiss.
	My knees gave out and I sank down onto Colm's chest, my own
heaving as I tried to catch my breath and clear the fog from my vision.