Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2009 23:46:55 +0000
From: dad4scally@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: The Suspension (Part 3)

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit graphic descriptions
of sexual acts between underage boys and adult males.  If this content
offends you or you are under the age of 18, please do not read. If it is
illegal to read such material where you live please leave now.  All people
mentioned in the story are fictional and any resemblance to persons living
or dead is purely coincidental.


Before we carry on, just better remind you lads who I am - Im Joe, Im 39, I
own my own decorating business and Im married with 2 kids.  Oh and I
fucking love cock!  As for what I look like - well Im 6' with short brown
hair, a bit of a goatee, a rugby build and quite hairy especially on my
chest and legs.

So how come Im married and love dick - well to be honest it just kind of
happened.  I was 27 before I first messed around with a guy, but by then I
was married with one son and another on the way.  Without going into the
whole psycho-crap about it, it has never crossed my mind to leave the
missus as I quickly worked out that I could still mess around with blokes
and have the 'married with kids life' as well - basically have my cake and
eat it.  I know cruising places where I can pick up blokes for blowjobs and
the odd fuck, and also have a few fuck buddies - so I am hardly living a
repressed life.

As for my two lads, well they are a bit of chalk and cheese.  Ciaran who at
12 is the youngest is pretty normal - does really well at school, gets on
well with everyone and never any trouble so pretty easy to look after.
Declan on the other hand who is two years older, well, lets just say he's a
typical nightmare of a teenage boy. He's moody, hardly every speaks
(usually grunts) and always in trouble at school - usually for fighting,
talking back, not doing any work, smoking on school premises etc.  The only
way the two are alike is that they've both taken after the old man in
having reddish-brown hair.  Apart from that Ciaran is quite small (not yet
5') and skinny with fairly long hair while Declan is average height (5'5),
medium build and a few months back got his hair shaved right back to a
grade zero.

So anyway after all the explaining crap, on to the next part ....
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For the first few minutes after I woke up the next morning, I was beginning
to wonder if what had happened last night had all been one very hot and
horny dream.  But then as I remembered the feel of Dec's cock in my hand,
the taste of his cum on my tongue, and the look on his face as I shot my
load over his face, I began to recognise that everything that happened was
totally real.

Sunday mornings are normally the only opportunity I get in the week to have
a lie-in, so it was quite late on by the time Id started to wake up.  The
missus had already got up and had probably headed off out - she normally
visits the in-laws on a Sunday morning - so I took the opportunity to reach
down under the covers, and take a firm grip on my semi-hard dick.  Slowly
stroking it, pulling the foreskin back and forward I started to relive
yesterday's events in great detail.  In my head I was there again, pinching
his nipples, rubbing his balls and stroking his smooth skin.  My
imagination moved on, and soon I was thinking about sucking on that stumpy
boy cock, bringing him to the edge with my tongue and gob.  I was thinking
about fingering his tight virgin hole, when I felt the sudden and familiar
build up of pressure.  With a muffled groan I shot the load into my fist,
and breathen a sigh of satisfied relief.

Moving downstairs, after dumping one cum stained tissue into a nearby bin,
I could hear the clanking of dishes coming from the kitchen.  Both lads
were sat at the breakfast table, wolfing down bowls of cereal.  I walked
behind Ciaran, ruffling his hair,

"Morning lads"

"Hey Dad"

Ciaran was his usual cheerful self, but Dec seemed to have gone back to his
normal moody self.  I looked over to see if I could tell what he was
thinking, but he was just staring down into the half-full bowl with a scowl
on his face.  With the other lad around I didn't want to risk saying
anything, so moved over to the toaster ready to start my day proper.

"Dad - is it ok if I go to Darryl's?"

Looking over my shoulder, I saw the question had come from the youngest lad

"Yeah no probs mate - you want a lift?"

"Nah, its ok Ill walk"

As I heard the sound of him running upstairs, I took his seat at the table
and looked over at Dec.  He looked up and I could tell he seemed pretty
worried.

"You ok son?"

He shrugged, and a feeling started to rise in my gut that after the good
feeling I had this morning, things were going to start going downhill
pretty quickly.  For what seemed like ages there was a really uncomfortable
pause, before a cheeky grin started to spread acros his face.

"You're so easy"

Sighing with relief, I chuckled.

"Cheeky bastard"

At that we both laughed.  After another silence, but this time one which
was slightly easier, I asked

"You okay about last night?"

"Yeah - felt a bit weird at first with you being my dad and shit, but it
was good...really good"

"Nice - I felt the same way mate, and I meant what I said last night"

He swallowed a mouthful of mushy cereal and nodded.

"Are you a puff?"

I laughed nervously.

"Fuck off - I like cock and arse, and blokes but that don't mean Im queer.
You?"

"Guess the same, s'cool."

At the same time, I heard Ciaran shouting goodbye quickly followed by the
front door slamming.

"So you like any of the lads at school?"

"A few"

"Justin?"

To explain, Justin was one of his best mates and it had to be said was
pretty fit.  He was as tall as Dec, but was a skinny fucker, with black
shaved hair (bit of A crewcut) and was alround a good-looking lad.  That
said, at the mention of his name Dec blushed.

"Fuck off"

"Only asking", I laughed.

With the atmosphere a lot more relaxed, I took the opportunity to nudge
things along a bit.

"You have any porn?"

He blushed again, probably still feeling a bit weird talking about this
with his old man.

"A bit"

"From the net"

"Yeah"

"You want to see some proper good stuff?"

His eyes widened as he took in what I said

"Go up to your room, Ill be up in a sec"

Without thinking twice, he bolted out of the chair leaving a quarter-full
bowl of cereal, and was soon running up the stairs.  Grinning I went into
the office and started searching through my box of delights (which also
held his spunky boxers).  There were quite a few DVDs in there, some
commercial and some, well, not so.  I rifled through them seeing which one
would be best until I came across the perfect one.

Up in his room Dec was perched expectantly in front of his computer.  He
turned round as I entered and I threw the case at him.  With an eager look
on his face, he caught the DVD and checked out the cover.

"Wow - I saw this one up for sale on the net, it looked hot"

"It is, now stick it in and you can see some top class stuff"

The bluey Id chosen is a very horny two hour film that basically involves
one long extended orgy between some blokes and young lads in a footy
changing room.  Having a thought now that the poster of Steve Gerrard that
hung over Dec's bed wasn't so much down to usual teen lad hero worship, I
had a feeling he would really get his kicks out this stuff. Sure enough he
hastily jammed the disc into the drive, and I sat down on his bed ready for
the action to start.  Cunningly Id positioned myself so I was within very
easy grasp, of reaching under those grey shorts to judge just how much he
was being turned on.

After a few minutes with the action in full swing, Dec's eyes were glued to
the computer.  On the screen a young black lad was having his 10" pole
sucked by a hairy skinhead.  I took the opportunity to admire the growing
tent in my lad's crotch, as well as starting to stroke my own bulge.

"You ever think about doing stuff like that in school, in the changing
rooms?"

"Mmmm"

His hand moved from the mouse and started rubbing his pecker through the
shorts.  Id seen the film a hundred times so wasn't too bothered about
missing out on the screen, my interest was here in the flesh.  A small damp
patch was showing through the grey fabric, which was appearing right next
to the cum stain Id left from last night.I stared fascinated, stroking my
own hard-on through my boxers, watching as he rubbed his pric in total sync
with the action on his screen, getting quicker and quicker.

"Slow down mate, you don't want too shoot too early"

He blushed, and slowed down his pace.

"Take your shorts off son"

Tearing his concentration away from the screen, he stood up and pulled down
his shorts, allowing his boycock to spring upwards to full attention.  I
reached over, and gently pushed his dick down again, getting a gentle
thrill seeing it bounce back up spraying a bit of precum.  Dec gasped.

"You wank off a lot mate?"

"Yeah - few times a day"

I reached over and started slowly pulling his foreskin back and forward.

"Nice - what d'ya think about when you're wanking?"

"Other lads, and blokes and shit - cocks, and arses and stuff like that"

"What would you like to do wiv'em?"

I took the opportunity to fully take in my lad's semi-naked form in front
of me.  He was standing slightly astride which let me admire his chunky
thighs leading up to his thick waist.  His 5" slim cock stood to full
attention at a 45 degree angle, framed by the fuzzy ginger pubes.  His pale
meaty arse cheeks, scattered with dark brown freckles could just be made
out from the angle he was standing at.

"Dunno, em, I fink bout sucking blokes off and having them suck me off and,
em, fucking some lad and having him fuck me"

"Take your t-shirt off"

Obediently, he pulled it off.  Again I took a closer look at his body.
While most of his upper body was smooth, I could see in this light a faint
fuzzy trail leading down from his belly button to his pubes.  Similarly I
noticed the same ginger fuzz sat within each armpit Dec wasn't a fat lad,
but he was no skinny fucker either, which was demonstrated by the nice pot
belly he had.  Above that he had a pair of nicely growing pecs with two
reddish coloured nipples which were about the size of ten pence pieces.
His upper chest and shoulders were covered in the same brown freckles that
covered his arse and face.

"You getting your cock out as well Dad?"

Smiling I stood up so we were both facing each other, and pulled down the
waistband of my boxers, showing him my full 7" stiffy.  The grin plastered
on his face told me this was what he had been looking forward to.  Eagerly
he reached forward and began running his fingers over it, while resuming
pumping on his own.

"Slowly pull the foreskin back so you get the full head, and then roll it
back"

Just as his old man asked for, he did.  Feeling his smaller boyish hands on
my prick sent electric shocks up and down me body.  He repeated the action,
and then slowed down his own wanking so that we were in sync.  Standing
with hands on my hips, I can honestly say Id never been prouder of my lad,
he was certainly a quick learner.

"Can I suck it?"

That shocked me - I hadn't seem that one coming.  I know he'd just told me
he'd like to suck a bloke's dick but I didn't think he was wanting to move
things on that quickly.  On the other hand, the way my cock was twitching I
knew which way I was leaning.  Looking down into his eager and expectant
face, I nodded.

"Go on mate"

He slid down to his knees, so his face was level with the tip of my prick.
He gripped hold, and rolled back my foreskin.  Taking a second to
appreciate what was in front of him, he stuck out his tongue and licked the
head.

"Ohhh Fuck"

It felt so good.  Sensing he was going in the right direction, he licked it
some more before taking the head between his lips and started sucking.  For
a second though there was a brief flash of pain.

"Shit son, watch the teeth"

Slightly embarassed, he blushed, "Soz Dad".

Fortunately when he started sucking again he had taken the advice and it
went back to being a very good feeling.  I placed one hand on the back of
his shaved head, and helped him with his rhythmn as well as slowly starting
to feed more of my cock down through his lips.  To my growing pride, he
never hesitated or gagged, just started to take more and more untill he had
a good 3/4 of it in his warm moist gob.

"Yeah thats good mate"

Satisfied he had now got used to the feeling of my dick in his mouth, I
began to pick up the pace, slightly overcome by the intensity of what I was
feeling at the moment.  Not only was a hot fourteen year-old lad sucking my
cock like his life depended on it, but that lad was also my son.

"Go on, yeah, you love sucking your old man's cock"

Looking down I could see his face was now a deep red through the exertion
and there were slight tears in his eyes no doubt caused by trying to stop
himself from gagging.  Despite that there was an expression of sheer
determination, broken only by brief respites when he stopped for breath.
His boy cock was still gripped in one hand and being pumped furiously, and
the other hand was gripped onto one of my arse cheeks for support.

"You dirty cunt - take all you Dad's cock"

Normally I wouldn't even think about giving my lad verbal like this, but as
he sucked eagerly on my pecker, it just made the dirty things I was doing a
lot more dirtier and a lot more exciting.  It was clearly working on him
because he started to move his head quicker and quicker.

"Yeah, you wanna make me cum. You want my spunk?"

I could feel myself edging closer to shooting and quickly decided that I
wanted to see if he was going to swallow it all.  I ran my hand over the
short ginger bristles that covered his head, feeling the heat that was
radiating out of his whole body.  He had stopped stroking himself and was
using both hands to grip my arse, so he could get his face right in there.

"Fuck son, Dads gonna cum now - you ready?"

He never stopped, never paused, just carried on in there like a pro.  I was
feeling the pressure building and knew only seconds remained till this hot
young scally would have my juices flying into his gob.  I groaned in
pressure as I felt the spunk soaring up my shaft.

"Oh fuck"

For the second time that week, my knees buckled under me and I had to grab
the nearby desk to steady myself.  Dec on the other hand still kept up his
pace and sighed in pleasure as I released.  The vibrations this sent up my
still spurting cock sent shivers down my spine.  I looked down at his
determined face which was still impaling itself on my prick.  With one
spare hand he had hold of the base of my shaft and was milking every last
drop out of it.  My cock by now was softening in his gob and with it the
sensitivity was growing, so I placed my hand on his head and gently pushed
him back.

"Thats it cheers mate"

He looked up at me, his face still puce with the effort of the superb
blowjob he had just given.  A small sliver of white spunk crept down from
the edge of his mouth to the chin, but apart from that he seemed to have
taken the whole load in his gob.  With a gulp he emptied that load down
into his stomach, before wiping his forearm to clear the remainder of his
face.  As a finale he then licked the salty residue of his arm.

"That was great son, considering it was your first time I gotta say that
was one of the best BJs Ive had for ages"

Grinning he stood up, his boycock still hard and standing to attention
desperate for attention.

"Cheers Dad"

"Now its your turn"

I got down on my knees, and grabbed hold of his ballsack, using my thumb to
stroke the ginger fuzz.  With the other hand I grabbed his dick and began
stroking it.

"Shit Dad, Im gonna cum soon"

Taking the cue, I wasted no time before opening my gob taking the full hard
dick in.  The taste of a young lad's cock is something thats totally
incredible - a mixture of teen hormones, the salty dried spunk from
constant wanking and everyday sweat.  Tasting your own boy's cock is a bit
the same but then about a hundred times better cos its your lad.  I
savoured that taste for as long as I could, before starting wanking it off
with my mouth.  My hands moved round to his chunky smooth arse cheeks, and
I rubbed them roughly wondering when what lay between those would be mine
as well.  I broke off briefly from sucking his cock to lick his balls,
taking each one in between my lips and rolling them around with my tongue.

"Fuck, I mean it now Dad - Im gonna spunk."

Not wanting to miss this, I resumed my action on his pecker, which I could
sense now was throbbing wildy.  I pressed my face deep into his crotch,
relishing the noseful of pubes I got and the musky smell from his groin.
With a deep grunt and a thrust of Dec's hips, I felt the salty-but-sweet
liquid fill my mouth.  Sucking eagerly I drained his balls of every last
drop until unable to take any more he pulled his dick out.  I swallowed all
the shot out, savouring the tase which would be something I would remember
for the rest of my days.

We both looked up at each other - me kneeling on the carpet, him standing
over me - catching out breath and grinning after we had both completely
satisfied the other.

"Fuck"

"Yeah, fuck"

I stood up, my soft cock swaying between my legs, and put one hand on his
shoulder and with the other tapped him lightly on the cheek.

"Get changed mate, and Ill see you downstairs"

He looked at me in puzzlement, but nodded.

"What bout the film?"

"Ill leave it with you - save you getting bored this week"

At this he laughed.  I ruffled his hair, and then turned and walked out of
his room to get changed myself.

Five minutes later, I met him down in the kitchen.  He'd changed into a
dark blue hoodie and a pair of black trackies with white tram-tracks down
both legs.  With a jerk of my head, I directed him into my office and when
we were both in there I pointed at one of the boxes under the desk at the
back.

"Thats where I keep all my pornos, so anytime you wanna borrow just come
and choose - but lemme know so I don't think your mam or your brother have
found em"

His eyes quickly widened and he leaned down to reach the box, approaching
it like it was the FA Cup.

"Wow, cool - whats in there?"

"You'll find out"

As he started to rifle through the box's contents, I reached into my pocket
and pulled out a half-full pack of fags.  Nudging Dec's arse with the toe
of my trainers to get his attention, I offered the opened pack to him.
Once again his eyes shot out on stalks,

"But mam..."

"Won't need to know"

He smiled and pulled out a cig and then with my other hand I struck my
lighter so he could light up, After I'd lit one up myself, I sat down at
the desk, pulling the ashtray closer.  Dec perched at the other end of the
desk nervously taking drags on the lit fag.  Ive got to say it was quite
funny to think that in the past day he'd wanked and sucked off his own dad
but still wasn't sure about smoking in front of him.

"We gotta have a chat"

His brow furrowed, "What dya mean?"

"Bout making sure we don't get caught"

A look of understanding crossed his face. As soon as he had shot his load
into my gob earlier on, I had been remembering something Id been thinking
about even before Id walked into his room the previous night.  I explained
to him how we had to be discrete and how it was okay when we were on our
own but stuff like what happened last night was too risky with both the
missus and Ciaran in the house.  All it would take was one of us shouting
too loud when we came and well the shit would truly hit the fan.  Declan
muttered he understand, but I could tell he was a bit pissed, probably
thinking I was trying to put a stop to things.  I reached over and put a
hand on his thigh,

"Look mate, we can still do stuff and I still wanna, but if we both wanna
keep doing stuff we just gotta be careful - you understand?"

Pacified, he nodded and took a deep drag on his cig.

"So fancy any of your teachers?"

"Fuck off", he growled blushing "They're all twats"

I laughed and lightly punched his arm.  From his defensive reaction I
guessed there was one, but he wasn't going to tell his old man.

"Especially that fuckwit Caine"

"He the one that suspended you?"

Dec nodded, and to my suprise started telling me the full story of what had
happened a few days ago.  Apparently some lad had been spreading some
rumours alright, saying that Dec was queer.  Dec had confronted him in the
yard at school and started beating the shit out of him.

"So he came worse off?"

"Yeah - bust his lip and gave him a black eye"

I nodded in deep thought as we both stubbed out our fags.

"You going to start any more fights when you go back" I said with a hint of
sarcasn.

He shrugged.  I reached over and touched the top of his thigh again and
stroked it gently.

"Tell you what mate - you don't start any more fights and lets say it will
be worth it"

He grinned, "Ok deal"

I returned the grin, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Ok son, your
mam's gonna be home soon so try to make it look like you've not been your
old man's cocksucker for the morning"

"Oi fuck off - you were my bitch as well"

"Yeah, and if you look close enough you can see pigs fuckin' flying"

At this we both laughed and he walked away, not before getting away with a
sly double-punch to my arm.

.................................

As with most Sundays the rest of the day went by like a flash with Monday
morning coming around a hell of a lot quicker than it should.
Unfortunately this meant a return to work after a couple of days off and
much as I'd have loved to spend another day with a lie-in, I had two lads
and a missus to support so needed to get up and earn some dough.  You see
thats the problem with being your own boss, much as you don't have to have
someone on your back all the time, it does mean if you don't work you don't
earn anything.  Plus the job I had lined up this week was a big earner.
Some rich geezer, a doctor or something, had bought up a big house on the
other end of town and was planning on turning them into student flats so he
wanted someone to give it all a good lick of paint, and with the amount of
rooms in there I was going to come away with quite a bit of cash for it.
That went some way to making up for the fact I was missing out on a day of
horny fun with Dec.

Cos it was such a big job, it was not something I could do on my own, least
not in the time this bloke wanted it done in.  As luck would have it
there's a mate of mine who I can rely on to work with me from time to time
if the job needs it.  Normally Lee's a sparkie (electrician) by trade but
as most of his work is up and down, he likes getting the extra money.  It
also helps him pay for the pretty impressive amount of beer and kebabs he
goes through, not to mention the drinks needed to pull the various slags he
ends up with.  As he's a bit of a piss-head who can get a bit lairy once
he's got a few pints down his neck and cos he says the sort of things (both
pissed and sober) that make you cringe in embarassment, most people think
he's a total wanker.  However cos Ive known him since we lived on the same
street when I was 13 and he was 8, Ive kind of got used to it.  I still
think he's a bit of a wanker sometimes, but he's a good laught and the sort
of bloke who you can go out on the piss with an know it ain't going to be
boring.

And do I think he's fit?  Well in a way, I guess he is.  When he was a
younger lad he was the sort that most birds on the estate went after.  He's
not tall, say about 5'9, but used to be one of the best footy players in
the school so was pretty athletically build.  That plus his slightly tanned
skin (apparently cos his old man was Italian but seeing as he never knew
him, never knew whether this was true or not), shaved head and cheeky smile
made him a very attractive to the girls.  I s'pose to me as well though I
didn't realise it at the time.  Twenty years later due to the beer and the
kebabs and the lack of footy practice, the athletic build has gone and
though he's no fat bastard, he is a pretty chubby bloke with a beer belly
which you tend to notice when he's not wearing baggy clothes.  The cheeky
grin and shaved head are still there, but whereas he used to take pretty
good care of the way he looked, he now has a permanent field of black
stubbled round his chin.  Before anyone thinks, though Ive known Lee for
years, nothing has ever happened between us and he knows nothing about my
messing around with blokes.  That said I have seen his cock a few times -
usually when he's passed out when drunk mid-way through a wank to
pay-per-view porn on the TV. He calls it 'The Beast' and it is a pretty
fucking accurate description - 7" uncut like mine but the thickest pric Ive
seen, and Ive seen a few.  I reckon if I tried to grip it, it would be
difficult to get a whole fist round it.  And like the rest of his body its
a hairy fucker as well.

I pulled up to the corner at the end of Lee's street, where he was perched
on someone's garden wall flicking through a copy of that day's Sport - more
for the pictures than the stories.  I beeped to get his attention and he
rolled up the paper under his arm, opened the passenger door of the van and
leap into the seat. Before he'd fastened his belt, Id set off again.

"Alright fella?"

"Not bad mate - you?

"Can't complain..."

"Cos no cunt will listen", I finished and we both laughed.

"How are the lads?  Heard Dec got supended?"

"Yeah, got into a fight with another lad and they've suspended him for a
week - the missus has had to take a week off to look after thim"

"Fuckin twat - you know what he needs? A bird"

"Thats your fuckin' answer to everything", I laughed

He chucked back, "Thats cos it is the answer to everything.  Here have a
look at this"

He opened out the paper to page 3, and thrust the picture of a topless bird
in my face.

"Bet he'd like a piece of her... fantastic pair on her... I bet if Dec was
banging her he wouldn't be bashing in other bloke's heads"

I hoped he didn't notice the smug grin that spread across my face as I
thought about what Dec would rather be doing than fighting, and what his
old man had sorted out for him.

"Hmm, yeah..maybe.  Anyway thought you were shagging that barmaid from the
Heron?"

"Nah mate, we broke it off.  She was getting to heavy, know what I mean"

"Yeah"

After hearing Lee rant for a bit about various birds he'd gone out with and
how they used to mess with his head, we arrived at the house we were going
to be decorating.  Pulling up, we both got out of the van and Lee let out a
low wolf-whistle.

"Fuckin hell - got our work cut out here"

"Yeah, so better get started"

I headed to the rear doors of the van, and started getting our tools out.
Lee continued to stare at the building in front of him checking it out.  I
could see what he was thinking, it did look an lot of work - four floors
with 2 bedrooms and a bathroom on the top 3 floors and two large lounges
and a kitchen on the ground floor.

"Come on mate, gizza hand"

Snapping out of his trance, Lee walked over to me and started helping me
with the ladders.

"So Joe, whose making the first cuppa?"

Despite him sounding like a lazy bugger, we had got a fair bit started by
the time we stopped for break at 11.  Lee had nominated me to put the
kettle on, while he stepped out for a fag but I reckoned I could use the
opportunity for something better.

I waited in the bare kitchen till I heard the front door shut, and then put
my hand in my overalls and took out my little souvenir from the weekend.  I
lifted up Dec's stained boxers to my face and took a good inhale.  They
weren't as fresh as they were on Saturday morning, but enough of the sweaty
salty scent remained to get my dick throbbing.  Closing my eyes I went
through in my head everything that had gone on in the last 48 hours and
with that, my cock started to develop into a semi.

Suddenly though my daydreaming was interuppted by voices coming from just
outside the front door.  One sounded like Lee, and the other one was pretty
familiar but I couldn't quite place it.  Unable to get back to my
fantasising with two people this close, by I headed towards the front door
to find out who the mystery person was.  I opened the door and saw a face I
hadn't seen in some time,

"Alright Joe - hows it going?"

I shook the outstretched hand.

"Not bad Terry, yourself?"

At 6'2, Terry Corlett towered over both me and Lee.  It wasn't just his
physical height though - Terry was the sort of character who intimidated
people even if they were taller than him.  He wasn't built like a brick
shit house either, but saying that he is quite muscular.  Terry was a
physically imposing bloke but he also had the sort of reputation where you
think half the stuff you hear is bullshit but is actually 100% true.  It
was down to that reputation that most people on our estate keep well clear
of pissing off Terry.  He was the local hard man who had put most of the
gobby shites in the area into A&E, and also kept a firm grip on most of the
dodgy stuff that went on in our area.  If he wasn't doing the buying and
selling himself or through various mates, he was being paid protection
money by the people who were doing it.  Although he had built up this
pretty legendary backstory and behing closed doors most people would admit
he scared them shitless, I'd always got along pretty well with him.  He was
a few years older than me but as with Lee I'd known him since I was a kid
on the estate, and in fact he had gone out with my sister for a bit.

"Fuckin' shit mate - just got out, now Im bored shitless", he sniggered.

Just then it hit me why I hadn't seen him for ages - he'd been sent down
about six months ago for ABH or some crap.  Some dealer on the estate had
started short changing him or something like that, and Terry and one of his
boys had gone at him.  As far as I could remember the dealer had ended up
in Intensive Care for a few weeks.

"You been back home yet?", Lee asked.

"Just on the way now, Jussy's at school but Ryan and Brett are down the
offy right now getting the supplies in"

As well as being the local hard-man, Terry was also the father of three
lads who had a string of ASBOs between them.  Justin, the youngest, was
Dec's best mate.

"Anyway better be off lads, but if you're not doing anything later we're
having a bit of a lock-in at the Heron tonight as a bit of a 'Welcome Home'
party"

Lee and I both muttered that we would both be there, and so after shaking
our hands Terry walked off down the street. I took the opportunity to check
Terry out further.  As I said he's tall and muscular, which you could see
clearly in the white England footy shirt he was wearing.  The short sleeves
barely covered his bulging hairy biceps which were decorated on both arms
with various tatoos, and the shirt was very clearly stretched over his
broad chest, with spurts of black hair coming out of the 'V' neck.  Terry
had a slim face, with a crewcut hairstyle.  Although his hair was black it
was going grey at the temples and also in places around his goatee.

"You going to go?"

I thought about Lee's question for a bit, and nodded.

"Yeah, why not.  I aint been out in ages and would be good to have a few
drinks"

Plus the missus always had her mates come round on Monday nights so not
only would the place be full of cackling bitches, Id have no time alone
with Dec.

"And see a few fights", he laughed

"If you stop being such a wanker, then maybe there'll be one less fight -
you just don't want to see your ex again."

"Fuck off", he grumbled and stomped back in to the house.

I laughed at how childish he could be sometimes and followed him back in.

Sure enough after several cups of tea, fag breaks and the occasional bit of
painting, Lee and I walked through the doors of the Heron.  Although it was
no way the only pub in the area, it was generally the most popular.  Before
they scrapped licensing hours, it always had regular lock-ins, kept the
prices cheap and was the local place to go if you were after the kind of
stuff they don't sell on the high street.  To most blokes as well, the
barmaids also tended to be on the easy side.

That said, I was suprised walking in there that night, to see how busy the
place was.  All the tables were full and there was quite a crowd round the
bar.  Despite his reputation and the fear a lot of people had of him, Terry
was still a popular bloke and quite a few people would have turned up to
his piss-up principally to buy him a drink thinking that would make the
chance of him glassing them when he was next on one, slightly less.

As I got to the bar, with Lee tagging behind, I saw Terry had set up camp
nearby and was surrounded by a few blokes obviously trying to curry favour.
As Lee ordered, Terry shouted over:

"Alright lads - cheers for coming"

I nodded back, giving him the thumbs up, then turned back to my newly
arrived pint.  Lee, who was still looking around anxiously for his ex,
handed my drink over and took a mouthful of his own.  After a brief but
fruitless scan around to see if there was anywhere else to stand with more
space, I restarted my efforts in taking the piss out of Lee and this weird
fear he had over his ex.

Suddenly I felt a hard grip on my shoulder.  Turning round I saw Terry had
broken free of his groupies and had moved over to Lee and I.  I offered him
a pint, but he shook his head indicating the almost-full glass in his hand.

"It's ok mate cheers.  Heard your lad got into a bit of trouble"

"Yeah, got into a fight and they put him on suspension", I nodded.

"Tch, my Jus reckoned the other lad deserved what he got.  I don't know
... they're a bunch of tossers up at that school only thinkin' their
fuckin' image."

This seemed to have touched a nerve with Terry as his voice was getting
louder and he was also clenching his fists.  He had also started leaning
closer and closer, so I got a mouthful of his cheap aftershave.

"Oi Dad"

Terry's rant was interrupted by the arrival of two lads beside him.  The
taller one who was also the one who had yelled was Ryan, Terry's eldest
son.  The other lad was Baz his mate and one of the many local car thieves.
Ryan and Baz when they were younger used to nick cars together but now Ryan
had moved on to bigger stuff - usually beating the shit out of blokes who
had crossed his dad.

Terry grabbed his son's shoulder in greeting, and beamed a big smile.

"Hey lads - you remember Joe and Lee"

The four of us shook hands and exchanged a few words.  I didn't know if it
was just me but I felt a bit of tension between Ryan and Lee judging by the
way he was avoiding eye-contact with Terry's lad but I thought it'd keep
till later when Lee and me were on our own.  As I said, Lee could be a bit
of a wanker sometimes but I didn't think he was stupid enough to cross
Terry or even one of his sons.  While Ryan wasn't as stacked as his old
man, he looked pretty well built I reckoned underneath his shirt and
jacket.  He was also pretty tall as well, not as big as his old man again,
but around my height which meant he was no short arse.  He was also pretty
fit in a certain way, a bit like a younger version of his dad.  His hair
was virtually all shaved off and he always seemed to have a permanent leer
on his face like he was sizing you up for a fight.

"Heard Dec got kicked out of school this week?"

Wondering if there was anyone on the estate who hadn't heard, I nodded not
bothering to correct his version of events.  I noticed that his mate Baz
was not really paying attention and his eyes were wandering all over the
crowded pub like he was looking for someone.  Now Baz was a bit of a
short-arse, at least a good few inches shorter than Ryan and although they
were both 18, he looked a lot younger.  Some of that was to do with the few
spots he had dotted round his face, but there was also the way he kept his
burberry cap far down over his eyes.  His cap was down so tight that you
could only see a few wisps of his dirty blonde curly hair sticking out from
underneath it.  To make himself look a bit bigger than his skinny build he
was wearing a puffy black jacket, but in a funny way it looked a bit like
he was drowning in it.

"That cunt Ricky Quirk needed a good hoofing"

I linked the name to a lad who lived at the other end of the estate and was
the same age as Dec.  Realising he must have been the one Dec had been
fighting with, I felt a bit of sympathy for my lad.  Ricky's family were
known as a group of whinging toerags and I couldn't imagine the son was any
better.

"Yeah Dec seemd to agree"

At that Terry and Ryan launched into a booming laugh which caused quite a
few people in the pub to shut up pretty quickly and look over.  When Terry
turned to stare back at the rubberneckers, they all rapidly returned to
their drinks.  Baz on the other hand was still scouting around, and I
reckoned he probably had a few car steroes under his jacket which he was
waiting to unload to someone in the pub.

"Anyway, me and the boys got a bit of business to sort out, so Ill catch
you later"

Terry was clearly determined to get back into the old business despite on;y
being out of the clink for less than a day, so Lee and I shook his hands,
nodded goodbye to the two other lads and returned to our pints while the
trio strutted out the door.  Looking at Lee, I knew my curiousity was
getting the better of me,

"So whats gone on with you and Ryan Corlett?"

He looked at me blankly.

"Come off it mate, a deaf blind man could tell you weren't keen to see him"

"Its nothin' - leave it"

"You ain't added him to that long list of folks you'vebeen pissing off", I
said half-laughing.

"I said leave it"

By the angry tone of his voice I knew Lee wasn't stringing me along and
really didn't want to talk about it.  It was unusual for him, but reckoned
it was best to leave it and then if he wanted to tell me more, he would
take his chance.  Instead I turned the talk back to the 'safe' area of the
weekend footy scores, whick picked up Lee's mood as it gave him the
opportunity to lay in to the Premier League's overpaid players.

A few more pints later, as well as a lot of talk on random shit involving
footy, birds and taking the piss out of each other, I put my glass down on
the bar and told Lee I was going for a piss.  Walking to the bogs, it hit
me that the number of people in the bar had halved.  No doubt seeing the
Corletts go had prompted a lot of folks to leave knowing they had had their
face seen and so couldn't be accused by Terry of disrespecting him.
Unsuprisingly then as I strolled up to the urinals, I noticed the Gents too
was quiet.  In fact it was empty.

Cocentrating on emptying my bladder into the metal trough, it took a few
seconds for me to become aware of a series of noises coming from outside.
Behind the urinals was the toilet's only cubicle and just above that was a
small window which was opened out to the yard at the back of the pub.  It
sounded like someone was getting a bit of a beating outside as coming
through the window seemed to be groans and shouts of pain, the sound of
flesh against flesh, and the occasional muffled voice.  Curious as to what
was going on, I zipped up, walked into the cubicle and stepped up onto the
toilet lid to get a glimpse through the window.

The yard was almost square in shape and surrounded by three high walls as
well as the back of the pub.  At the far end was a gate which led out to
the back alley which ran behind.  The lighting was pretty gloomy and only
came from a distant streetlight but I could make out three figures.  My
eyes widened as I saw the positions they were in.  One figure was bent over
gripping the edge of one of the large bins.  Another figure was standing
behind him, with the final one stood next to the bent figure's head, but
almost hidden in the shadows.  As my eyes adjusted to the half-light I
realised that the first bloke standing was blatantly fucking the arse out
of the other guy!  As more details became clearer, I swore under my breath
recognising the black puffy jacket being worn by the lad who was being
fucked - the jacket had been pushed up his back exposing a pale skinny arse
which was in the process of being violated quite furiously.  As for the
figure doing the violating, the tightly fit England shirt and tattooed
hairy biceps were unmistakeable.

At the vision in front of me, my cock was already at half mast and without
a second thought I reached down and grabbed at it through my jeans and
started to rub it to a full hard-on.  Baz's arse looked so fucking tasty
and I wondered how tight it must feel against Terry's cock.  I wasn't
ignoring Terry either - his pants were down by his thighs and he was
fucking him with the fury of a starving bloke at a feast.  His hands were
gripped tightly around Baz's hips and every so often he moved one and
slapped the lad's arse muttering something under his breath.

I unzipped my flies and pulled my cock out, gripping it tightly and wanking
as quietly as I could, not wanting to draw attention to myself.  The third
figure shuffled forward slightly and came out of the darkness so I could
see clearly that he weren't just standing by watching but had his crotch
pushed firmly into Baz's face.  Baz's cap had been pushed back away from
his eyes, so he could take a proper moutful of the cock that was being
force-fed down his throat with the same speed with which he was being
fucked.

Still tossing off my dick, my eyes moved upwards taking in the figure
having his cock sucked.  Recognising the Ben Sherman shirt which he was
lifting up to give Baz better access, but also allowing me to see the airy
toned stomach, caused my excitement to grow. It seemed that Dec and I
weren't the only dad and lad on the estate with dirty secrets, but Terry
and Ryan were going a lot further.  My cock was throbbing now and I knew my
spunk would be shooting out soon, so I started stroking furiouser and
furiouser.  I watched dumbstruck as Terry thrust faster and faster into
Baz's hole, one of his hands wandering up the lad's shirt and stroking his
back.  In turn Baz's head was bobbing up and down on Ryan's dick faster and
faster - he was clearly wanting as much of that fit lad's prick as he
could.

With a repressed sigh, my cum sprayed against the toilet wall.  My eyes
rested on the light being reflecting off Ryan's shaved head as he watched
in excitement at his mate draining his balls; one of his hands pushing the
lad to impale his gob on that dick. Suddenly Ryan looked up and for a brief
second we stared at each other, then the look of dazed excitement
disappeared from his face to be replaced with his familiar leer...

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previous parts.

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