Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2014 01:55:13 -0600
From: zarochit . <react2fact@gmail.com>
Subject: thats my boy

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not. Once this story is over, there will not be a follow-up, this is a real
life experience and just about every word is true (changing a few names and
adding a few spicy details, but the end result is true) Feedback is
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That's My Boy

By Glenn S.

Part 7

From Me

"Damnit that is fucking HOT!" Max exclaimed. We were in the midst of
inventing new positions to have sex in my fathers bed/bedroom, and the lack
of inhibition from the alcohol flowing through our veins was helping us get
creative!  I was currently riding his thick cock facing him, while he had
his legs over his own head, and his cock was sticking out underneath them.
*You would have to see it to know what I am talking about, fucking insane*.
He dropped his legs and rolled up into me, gripping me in a tight bearhug
to his sweaty, hairy chest. "Shit man, I am going to bust my nut AGAIN!" He
growled through clenched teeth.  I jumped off and did a 180 so his cock was
right in my face.  I never got tired of watching his release.  His chest
heaved as he ripped the condom off.  Two strokes and he was done.  It came
flying out and I took a couple shots in the face.  6...7...8 shots came
flying out.  His body spasmed as the orgasm continued to control his body.
Finally it subsided and he breathed heavily.  After a moment he sprang back
up and gave me that killer smile.  "Don't think I'm not about to get your
load."

"Ah man, I am pretty sure there is NOTHING left in my sack.  It'll take
weeks to replenish!" I pouted.  Not that I was sad, damn this guy had a way
with me, and my still rock-hard cock.

"Lets see what I can whip up." He smiled as he grabbed me and started to
pump furiously.  He took hold of my left nipple with a firm pinch and began
to rub it very firmly in his fingers as he made a blur with my cock and his
fist.  That was all it took.

"Oh sh...oh shit! DAMNIT HERE IT COMES".  I blew yet ANOTHER load
everywhere.  I collapsed halfway ontop of Max and smiled.  "Mother
fucker...you have really got my number."

"Have I?" He sarcastically began to search for his phone.  He held it up
like a long lost search was over, even tho it was right next to the pillow
on the bed.  "It would appear, that I indeed do have your number, Fuckwad!"

I gave him a well-deserved slap to the stomach and he doubled over.  "You
know very well what I meant!" I turned over and stared at the ceiling.  I
smirked as I saw some of one of our loads on the ceiling...Oh shit. Some of
our cum was on the ceiling.  I sat up and began to panic. "Dude we need to
get this shit cleaned up.  What time is it, holy fuck my dad is going to be
PISSED!"

From Max

Looking at my phone again, "Calm down man, it isn't even noon yet.  We have
got PLENTY of time.  Lets take a quick nap and then we can get this all
cleaned up, and take this party to your room.

"OUR room" he replied, giving me a goofy grin.

"Fine then, Our room." I nodded in agreement.

I wrapped my arm around Glenn and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

From Aaron

I was cautious going into the house.  I was sure that those two would
probably be fucking the shit out of each other, and didn't want to walk in
on them and spoil the moment.  I slowly opened the door to the living room
and peeked.  'No horny teenagers here' I thought.  I shut the door behind
me and removed my shoes.  Damn did they stink, was definitely ready for a
shower.  I dragged myself through the hall and stopped at Glenn's door.  It
was cracked, I opened it enough to look through and...didn't see
them. 'Damnit did they go out? I told them to stay here!' I walked to the
window and looked in the drive, both of their cars were still here.  'What
the fuck?' I pulled out my cell to see if I had missed a call or text from
them, but nothing. Confused I made my way down the rest of the hall to my
bedroom.  The familiar scent of sweat and alcohol filled my nose.  The door
was wide open.  My jaw dropped at what I saw.

"You little shits" I spoke under my breath.  My room was a DISASTER.  Beer
cans and used condoms everywhere.  There was cum on my dresser,
carpet...'Holy fuck, is that cum on my ceiling?'  The two boys were sound
asleep on my bed, and uncovered.  Max had his arms wrapped Glenn and his
legs had one of Glenns legs trapped in between his own, exposing his thick
cock against Glenns thigh.  My sons cock was rock hard poking straight up
in his sleep.  Must be having one helluva dream.  I couldn't stop staring
at those two young, big beautiful cocks.  I felt bad for looking at Glenn's
like this, but it was so mesmerizing.

I walked closer to it...I reached my hand out. "No Aaron, no this is your
son.  What the fuck are you doing" I told myself outloud.

"Go Ahead, I doubt he'll mind."

I jumped as I realized Max was no longer asleep.  His speech was slurred so
I am fairly certain he was still drunk.

From Max.

'Damn this is a hot dream.' I thought to myself, as Glenn's Dad was
standing over the bed.  His dirty work jeans were very obviously bulging
with what was CLEARLY not a small dick by any means.

"Go Ahead, Do it!" I heard myself speak again.

He didn't need any more encouragment and leaned over, grabbing his son's
cock with a large, hairy fist.  He stepped wider and moved his other hand
down to the large cock.  Double fisting it, Glenn's cockhead stuck out over
the two fists.  Slowly he started to move his hands up and down the shaft,
working the cock like a pro.  I knew this was a dream because there was no
way that Glenn's Dad knew how to work a dick like that.  I got out of bed
and stood behind him.  While he was working the shaft, I reached my hands
around his front and unbuttoned his jeans.  He brought one hand back to
stop me, but I rubbed my now VERY hard cock against his ass and whispered
"let it be".  After a moment, he took his hand back to working his sons
large dick like a master.

"This feels so wrong" he spoke.

"Let me change that feeling then" I pulled his jeans down to his knees and
admired how nicely his worn breifs fit his beefy ass...but only for a
moment.  I slipped them down too and began to stroke his cock from behind
while I grinded my own against his ass.

"Fuck, I am going to blow" he whined as I grinned...increasing the speed of
my strokes.  "Oh shit..." he exhaled and his knees buckled, shooting his
load all over his sleeping son.

From Me

I woke to my cock being stroked.  Grinning because I remembered the last
time Max gave me a sleeping orgasm, I didn't want to disturb his fun.
Enjoying the masterful work of my boyfriends hands on my dick, I felt him
stroke harder.  "Fuck I am going to blow" he spoke at the exact time my
load was getting ready to exit...wait a second, that wasn't Max's voice.  I
opened my eyes to "Oh Shit!" and holy SHIT.

My father was standing in front of me, wrapped in Max's arms, stroking my
dick, shooting his load all over me.

"Dad?! DAD WHAT THE FUCK???"

End Part 7.