Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2009 00:11:01 +0000
From: dad4scally@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: The Suspension (Part 4)

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.

Apologies for the delay since the last part but Ive had quite a bit on, but
hopefully will keep it pretty regular from now on.

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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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I swear I've never moved so quickly in my entire life.  One minute I was
standing on top of the toilet and then the second I made eye contact with
that leering scally, I jumped down, zipped up and practically ran back to
the bar.  My heart pounding I looked over to where Lee and I had been
standing earlier but there was just an empty space.  Just before I started
to panic even more, I heard him shout me from the other end of the pub.
Looking over I saw he'd found a free table and moved our drinks over.
Trying not to walk too fast and look like there was something up, I headed
over to him.

"Whats up mate? Looks like you've seen a ghost."

I shrugged but in my head I swore very loudly.  I was trying to make it
look like there wasn't a problem but obviously wasn't being very succesful.
Taking a mouthful of lager, as casually as I could I looked around.  Part
of me was looking to see if any of the two Corletts or Baz had come back
in, but at the same time I was also checking out if any of the other
punters had noticed something wrong.  However to my relief it appeared the
members of the backyard threesome were not back inside the pub and also
everyone else seemed to be acting as normal.

"You sure you're okay mate> You were in there a while.  Having a bit of
trouble, y'know, down there?"

"Fuck off"

Relaxing a bit more, I grinned at Lee.  I was starting to reason that
perhaps Ryan hadn't seen me and as far as all three of them were concerned
no one saw them.  After all, I thought, if Terry knew Id seen what he was
up to he would probably have marched straight in, dragged me outside and
bashed my face in - just to make sure I didn't go blabbing.  Id said
earlier that Terry and I generally got on well, but I wasn't stupid enough
to think he would let me get away with the possibility of telling the whole
estate he fucked young lads. As I felt my heartbeat start to slow down, I
reckoned. I could probably safely keep the images locked away in my wank
bank.

Lee produced a ciggie from the packet sat next to his glass and offered it
over.  I gratefully accepted, and while he was taking one out for himself I
picked up his lighter and struck it up. It was just as I was taking the
first deep drag, that out of the corner of my eye, I saw the pub door open
and Terry strolled in.  The noise level in the bar dropped as it always did
when Terry walked in the Heron, but I was more concerned what he was going
to do next.  Our eyes met and a broad smile spread across his face and for
a brief second I thought he was going to walk right up to me.  I was
shocked then, when instead he went over the crowd of blokes he had been
talking to when we arived and clapping one on the shoulder, joined in their
conversation.

"Fuckin' hell mate - you fancy Terry or something?"

"No...what the fuck up...shut up"

Realising I was probably being a bit more defensive than I should be, I
bullshitted Lee that I thought he looked like he was going to beat the shit
out of someone (not saying it was me I thought he was going for) and was
just curious to see who it was.  Lee must have bought it, as he shrugged
and then started on talking about a guy he knew who was going to get him a
new motor for a good price.  To be honest I wasn't really concentrating on
what he was saying, I was too concerned about what Terry was doing.  After
a bit, I realised this was getting ridiculous so picked up my glass and
swallowed what was left in one mouthful.

"Look mate, Im going to head off so I get a good night's kip"

Without arguing, Lee finished off his pint and picking up his fag packet
and lighter, rose from his chair.

"Yeah, me too mate - can't have the boss giving me gip for being hungover"

At this we both laughed and then I let Lee lead the way out of the pub.  As
we walked past Terry I deliberately kept my head down to avoid eye contact.
It was just as we were almost at the door and just when I thought it was
safe that I suddenly felt someone gripping my upper arm.  I barely had time
to react or even to check who it was before I smelt the familiar smell of
aftershave and a voice hissed in my ear,

"Next time if you want a closer look, all you gotta do is ask".

Without waiting for a reply, Terry laughed and walked back to his mates.
For a second I looked back over my shoulder to see him return to the bar,
and then turned back to the door.  Lee gave me a quizical look,

"What did Terry want?"

"Nothin mate - just saying thanks for coming"

Throughout the whole walk home, while Lee rattled on about this new motor
wanted, I was thinking about what Terry said.  If it was meant to be a
threat, it was a pretty weird one.  In fact it weren't very threatening at
all.  He hadn't hinted at beating the shit out of me or doing over my
property so unless Terry was out of practice he wasn't going to harm me.
Then again, it can't really have meant what I thought it meant cos that
would have been even weirder.  Perhaps it was just my horny mind twisting
his words into something I wanted to hear.

By the time Id fully gone over all the options in my head, Id parted ways
with Lee and ended up back at home.  Straight away I knew the missus
wouldn't be up - she would probably have drank a fair bit of wine with her
mates so would have gone to bed as soon as they went.  None of the
downstairs lights were on at all so I reckoned that if either of the two
lads were up they would be in their rooms.  As I went up the stairs I saw I
was right - there was light coming out of the two bedrooms.  Pausing I
briefly thought about going into Dec's room.  I knew only a day or so
before Id said we both had to be careful, but the beer was playing tricks
on my judgement and I was starting to consider it might be a good idea.

Without knocking I walked into his room, and gotta say I was disappointed.
Dec was perched on the bed with his back to the door, playing on his games
console.  The reason I realised things weren't going to go as I hoped was
that he wasn't alone.  Although the second figure also had their back to
me, I recognised the slim form.

"Alright lads"

"Hey Dad"

"Alright Mr Clague"

It was one of those weird coincidences in life that only an hour or so
after seeing Terry and Ryan Corlett spit roast a lad, Id gone home to see
the youngest member of that family under my roof.  Justin was only dressed
in an Everton footy shirt and a pair of white boxers.  Perhaps sensing my
confusion, Dec filled me in.

"Jussy's staying over - Mam said it would be okay"

I nodded, wondering why my missus who was normally quite strict, had let
Dec have a mate over when he was supposed to be grounded and suspended.  I
was also a little pissed at having my plans scuppered, but then that was
slightly softened by me knowing I had another fit lad in my home.  Nothing
was going to happen but it wouldn't stop me fantasising.  Like Id said
earlier Justin was a good looking lad, about the same height as Dec but
pretty slim with black hair styled in a crewcut.  Plus if he as horny as
his bruv and old man, the thought of what lay inside those white undies was
going to keep me happy for a bit.

That said though, nothing was going to go on tonight and seeing that both
lads were fixated on their game, I said good night and headed off to bed.

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I was the first up in the house next day, and after picking Lee up, we
started another day of tea drinking, smoking and of course painting.  We
actually managed to get quite a bit done during the morning with Lee
working on the ground floor and me starting on the upper rooms.  About
half-way through the morning when I was working on one of the bedrooms and
Lee was doing the kitchen, there was a knock on the door.  That suprised
me, cos you don't expect people to knock on the door of empty houses.  I
stopped working as I listened out for Lee's steps as he walked over to see
who it was.  I heard the door open, the sound of muffled voices and the
door closed again.  I went back to rolling the paint on the wall, reckoning
it must have been either Jesus freaks or someone who got the wrong address.
Next thing though, was the sound of steps coming up the stairs.  I didn't
think much of it, reckoning it must be Lee coming to see if wanted a cuppa
when suddenly I heard a completely different voice from behind me.

"Alright Joe"

Turning round to make sure I wasn't hearing things, I saw Terry leaning
against the doorway.  He was dressed in a plain dark blue t-shirt which was
stretched over his pecs, and a pair of white trackie bottoms.  He still had
the same shit-eating grin on his face that made you think he was going to
do something you weren't gonna like.

"Alright Terry"

I sounded quite casual, but didn't feel it.  I hadn't had chance to think
much about last night since I got up, and suddenly it was all coming back -
along with my confusion over what Terry had meant by what he said as I left
the pub.  Terry strolled over and half-whispered,

"I think we need to talk about last night - or what you saw last night"

My throat had gone dry and I was completely lost at what to say.

"Fuckin' horny eh? Seeing 3 blokes at it in the pub yard"

His face was only inches away from mine by now, and I could smell the B&H
on his breath. I looked into his eyes to see if there was any tell as to
where he was going - but it was completely unreadable.

"Bet that really got you going, yeah?"

I tried to swallow but I couldn't.  Suddenly he reached his hand out and
grabbed my crotch.  I resisted the urge to react but couldn't stop the way
my cock was reacting to the sudden touch.  It continued to grow as he
rubbed the outline of my dick through the overalls, with his thumb.  I kept
eye contact with him, but his expression wasn't changing.  The broad grin
still remained plastered on his face.

"Nice piece of meat you got there Joe"

I was going to say something, but couldn't think what the fuck to say
without sounding cheesy.  For a few seconds I just stood there while he
groped my prick, enjoying the feel of his fingers moving up and down my
swollen shaft.  Enjoying the good feelings that were starting to arise, I
lost inhbitions and partly forgetting that this bloke who was feeling me up
was also the type who could break every bone in my body, I reached forward
and took a grab on his package.  My hand found a good sized hard-on tenting
through the trackies, and what seemed like a large pair of balls, which I
rubbed between my fingers.

"Thats it fella, thats what we're talking about"

I smiled back, as we continued to stand facing one another, feeling each
other's cock and balls through our clothes.  It was strange that his dick
didn't seen to be as big as I thought it would be, but really wasn't giving
much of a fuck because at the end of the day here I was tossing off the
local hard man, while he was wanking me off at the same time.  Terry leaned
forward so his mouth was practically touching my ear,

"Y'know Ive been wanting to do this for bout twenty years - good to see it
was worth waiting for"

That suprised me a bit, but the thought of him wanking off thinking of me
as a young lad, only made the whole thing even hornier.  Suddenly the
moment was cut short as the sound of loud steps coming up the stairs and
Lee's voice shouted out,

"Oi lads - anyone wanna cuppa?"

Although neither of us replied the steps kept coming.  Terry took a few
steps back and quickly rearranging himself to hide the fairly visible
stiffy - a problem I didn't have as the overalls covered my hard prick from
being too obvious.  As Lee walked in to the room, Terry started to head
out.

"Nah mate, Im going now - only came over cos I needed to ask Joe's help on
summit"

He turned round and nodded at me.

"Come round to mine bout 3 on Friday and Ill show you what I mean"

I nodded, wondering partly what he meant by that and partly excited anyway.
With that Terry walked past Lee out the door.  Lee's eyes seemed to be
following Terry down the stairs, like he was watching to make sure he was
going to leave.

"Ill have tea, cheers mate"

"Oh right, yeah - what was that about?"

"Just about painting his kitchen"

I thought it was a pretty good quick thinking and Lee must have bought it.
He just shrugged and walked off to put the kettle on.  My concern now was
getting rid of my raging hard-on.  As soon as I was sure he was in the
kitchen, I headed off to the closest bathroom to empty my load - the
thought of the feel of Terry's dick and balls still clear in my mind.

For the rest of the day my mind seemed to be lost in what had gone on that
morning with Terry - so much so that by the time Id heard the bleeping of
my mobile, I realised Id missed lunch.  Pulling out the phone from
underneath my overalls and smiled as I saw that Id got two texts from Dec.
I opened the first which read simply 'Im v horny'.  Me too, son I thought.
The second one was just a photo which made me smile even broader when I saw
it - a grainy image of his rock hard boy cock.

An idea came to me.  Walking over to the landing, I leaned over and once I
was satisfied that Lee was hard at it, I started walking up to the top
floor.  I went into the room that was the furthest away, shut the door
behind me and stood over by the window.  I picked up the phone and quickly
dialled.  It only took a few rings and then I heard the husky voice I
wanted to hear.

"Dad?"

"So how horny are you?"

A brief laugh then "Really - watched two of your pornos and wanked off a
few times, but still horny"

"Where's your mam?"

"In the kitchen."

"Good - take your clothes off"

"What?"

"Just do it"

"Oookay"

There was a crackling noise on the other end as he put his mobile down and
undressed himself.  I imagined him taking his clothes off, picturing his
pale freckly body and that gorgeous prick standing straight out.  I
unzipped my flies, reached in and took my cock out. In anticipation I
started to stroke it to attention.  I heard another burst of static, and
then a voice"

"Yeah"

"You naked mate?"

"Mmmhmm"

"Start wanking"

"Okay"

He seemed to know where this was going now.

"I want you to play with your nips ... pinch em for me son"

"Yeah Dad"

Imagining those reddish-pink nipples hardening at his touch, I squeezed the
tip of my dick so a drop of precum oozed out.  I rubbed the juice up my
shaft to lube it up.

"You hard?"

"Yeah - you?"

"Course - roll your foreskin back and let some air get to that bell-end"

"Mmm"

"You ever think bout getting fucked mate?"

"Sometimes"

"Yeah - who would you like to fuck you?"

"Err..you"

"Good lad"

That thought sent shivers down my spine and made my prick throb even more.
I hadn't had chance yet to look closely but now I started to picture his
pink virgin hole sat between those two chunky arse-cheeks.  I could see him
now, lying on his back with his legs in the air, and the goods on display
ready for me.

"Mmmm, you think about your dad's cock up your hole, yeah?"

"Fuck mmm.  Yeah, fuckin'me hard"

"Right up your tight arse, shagging you so hard"

My hand gripped tighter on my dick, trying to create what it would feel
like inside his boycunt.  The image in my head was of him squeezing down
hard on his old man's prick which desperately wanted to empty its load.

"Yeah Dad, give me your cock"

"Filthy fuckin' bastard - your hole feels so good on my thick pecker"

"Im fingerin' it now Dad, thinking of your dick"

Oh fuck - that was driving me further to shooting.  I now saw him lying on
his bed, wanking with one hand and then licking the fingers on the other
hand and then using them to stick up his arse.  Starting firstly with one
and then trying to stick another one in as well.

"You want your old man's spunk?  You want it up your hole?"

"Oh shit yeah Dad, Im gonna cum soon"

"Me too mate...feels so good....mmm"

Suddenly I heard a strangled groan on the other end of the phone, a low
moan and then a sigh.  At the same time the hot spunk shot up my shaft and
sprayed out on the wooden floorboards.  I swore under my breath as I
continued to pump the last remaining load out.  As soon as I was sure I was
all out, I put my cock away and zipped up.

"Dec?"

"Yeah"

He sounded out of breath but that was no shock - I was as well.

"You shot?"

"Yeah - cheers Dad"

For a moment we both just stayed there, panting down the phone at each
other, until I broke the silence.

"Look mate, I gotta get back to work but hope that helped"

"It did, yeah - thanks again.  See ya later?"

"Yeah sure - catch you later"

With that I ended the call, put the phone away and headed back downstairs
to carry on painting.

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Unfortunately over the next few days there was no chance of messing around
with Dec, as we were never alone.  It was getting to be pretty gutting that
nearly a week after finding I had a horny young lad living under my roof
who had the same hunger for cock that his old man had, it was proving
difficult to take advantage of that.  At the same time there was no one I
could blame but myself - I was the one that had set the boundaries.  Saying
that I suppose weirdly it made it all the more hotter that I had this
temptation so close a lot of the time, but had to stop myself from giving
in.  It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that.  Everytime I saw that fit arse
snug in his trackie bottoms, or reckoned I could see movement in his bulge,
my cock would start to twitch.  Every day at work Id have to get away from
Lee and have another phone wank with Dec just to relieve the tension.  It
weren't easy for Dec either - he'd got through loads of my pornos and even
the missus was starting to say stuff about the number of tissues he was
going through.  He was desperate for my prick, and I was desperate for him
to have it.

By the time Friday came round though, I had something else to look forward
to.  Today was going to be the day I went round Terry's and although I was
hoping to get my end away, I was also interested to know how much stuff he
did with his own lad.  The whole morning seemed to drag by, so I was
relieved when the time came round to leave Lee to the painting and head
over to Terry's.

Terry's place was not far away from mine - about a ten minute walk or a few
minutes drive.  From the moment I got out of the van you could tell
straight away which was his.  The street was the same as mine - loads of
semi-detatched all built to look the same.  Terry's though was the one with
the most overgrown front garden and the most amount of random rubbish and
scrap scattered around.  Apart from the satellite dish which looked brand
new, the rest of the house looked shabby, with peeling paint and chipped
plaster.  Terry's missus had walked out years ago and though Id heard about
a few birds who had come and gone since, there was no one there long enough
to nag Terry to smarten up the place.  Saying that, with the amount of time
Terry spent doing time, he didn't really stay at home for long either to
care much.

I knocked on the door and a few seconds later it opened.  Terry was
standing there with just a white vest top and grey pants on.  A half-smoked
fag was wedged between his lips, and a can of lager was grasped in his
hand.  With his spare hand he removed the ciggie from his mouth and with a
jerk of his head, indicated for me to come in.

"Alright mate - come in"

I walked past him and into the front room, which he gestured to with his
fag.  Going into the lounge, it was clear that this was a house of blokes.
In the centre of the room was a low table covered in takeaway wrappers and
pizza boxes.  The two sofas were covered in various stains, and perched
between them was a half-full ashtray.  Pride of place though was big
fuck-off widescreen plasma TV which seemed to take up half the room.  I had
a pretty good idea where it had come from as well - a few months back a
local electronics shop had got broken into and loads of TVs, stereoes and
DVD players had been nicked.  If Terry's lads weren't behind it, they
probably had a good idea who was.

"Take a seat Joe - wanna beer?"

I nodded, and as he left the room sat down on one of the sofas.  To be
honest I was still feeling a bit nervous.  Despite Terry's enthusastic
groping of my dick a few days ago and the raging hard-on Id had grip of, I
couldn't shake the thought that maybe this was still a wind-up.  The
adrenaline surge was also bubbling under the surface as my sense of
anticipation rose.

Terry returned to the room, sat down on the other sofa and passed me the
can.  I cracked it open, took a mouthful then looked over at him, wondering
who was going to say something first.

"So whaddya wanna know?"

"About what?

"Don't be a fuckwit - y'know what"

There were loads of questions buzzing round in my head but it was a case of
which to ask first.  Taking a deep breath I decided to dive right in.

"How long you been fuckin' Baz?"

He laughed, "Baz? A few years.  If you wanna know how long Ive been fucking
blokes - well thats about, well, er, since I was 15"

I was kind of expecting that, but at the same time it still suprised me.

"How did it start?"

He took a deep drag on his fag, "Got sent to borstal for the first time
when I was 12 didn't I.  One of the older lads fucked my arse something
good first night was there, and then him or one of the others did the same
every night I was there.  When younger kids appeared they moved on to them
and I went with them. And you?"

I nodded calmly, but inside I was quite shocked that he had been fucking
blokes for that long - a hell of a lot longer than me.  I answered Terry's
question truthfully about how it had started when I was 26 and how that
happened.  I was still aching to ask him about Ryan but didn't want to just
yet, in case it was a touchy subject.  Instead we chatted about where we
met blokes.  By the sounds of it, he went to some local outdoor cruising
spots to get his cock.  I had to laugh at his reaction when I said I
usually met blokes at the gym - apparently he had gone once and reckoned it
was full of old geezers, so when one of the 'wrinkly fuckers' tried to
stroke his dick he had grabbed the blokes hand and threatened to break his
wrist if he didn't keep his hands to himself. In a way it was very weird.
Here we were, two supposedly straight blokes, talking very normally about
where we go to suck other blokes dicks.

"So you ever fucked that mate of yours?"

I gathered he meant Lee so laughed and shook my head.

"Nah mate - he's totally straight"

"You sure?"

I gave him a curious look, not only at what he'd just said but the strange
look on his face.  Without saying any more, he put his can on the table,
got up and walked over to the TV.  He knelt down and seemed to rifle
through a pile of crap that was in front of it.  As I looked closer I saw
it was actually a pile of DVD cases.  After casually tossing a few aside,
Terry picked a blank case up and held it in the air.

"Ah, here's the fucker"

He opened the case, took out the DVD and pushed it into the machine which
sat under the TV.  As he stood back up, he touched the power button on the
screen, which caused it to briefly flicker and then the icon appeared in
the corner indicating a DVD was loading.  He turned to face me, with the
strange knowing grin still showing.

"Lemme show you what your so-called straight mate gets up to"

I must have looked as confused as I felt, but before I could say anything
the TV came to life and I was distracted by the image that appeared.  It
was obviously some sort of homemade shit, seeing as how grainy it was.  On
the screen was a fairly plain looking bedroom with a double bed in the
centre which had a grotty blue duvet on it.  The picture was fairly steady
so I reckoned whatever was filming it was on a tripod.  I didn't come down
in the last shower, so had realised pretty much straight away that I was
about to see some sort of amateur porno.  I was intrigued, and starting to
get even more aroused - but then also confused.  Surely Lee wasn't going to
be the star of this show.

From off the camera view there was the sound of voices, and then a figure
walked on to the screen standing by the bed.  Instantly I recognised him -
it was Ryan and he was stark fucking naked.  I took the opportunity to
properly check him out and was pleased to see he was everything I thought.
His pale slim body was well toned with a nice set of abs - probably more
from his work on building sites than going to the gym though.  A trail of
dark hair ran down the centre of his chest, spreading out a bit over his
pecs (which had two small hard pink nipples in the centre of them) and
stomach and then right down to his crotch. His pubes were the bushiest Id
seen in a while but they nicely framed his large hairy low-hanging balls,
and his slim cock which he was wanking casually like he was waiting for
something.  He turned in the direction he'd just walked in on and shouted:

"C'mon you wanker - Im horny as fuck"

Another figure then walked on to the screen, and my eyes virtually shot out
of my skull when I recognised him and also confirmed my first thoughts.
Lee was also buck naked, and although Id seen him partially undressed on a
fair few occasions it was never like this.  Like I said earlier he was
quite a stocky bloke and his body was covered in a good layer of hair.
Underneath his beer belly his huge cock stood out noticeably.  His fist was
wrapped tightly around it stroking, but like I always thought it didn't
seem to go all the way round.  His eyes were glued to the fit young body in
front of him which was clearly turning him on.  With the hand he wasn't
using, he reached over and tweaked one of Ryan's nipples. His tanned skin
showed out quite a bit against Ryan's pale pecs.  For his part, Ryan still
had the same leer on his face as he reached over and started to play with
Lee's large dark brown nipples.

"Quite a show, eh?"

So wrapped up in what was happening on the TV, Id almost forgotten where I
was.  I looked up at Terry to answer his question, and saw he was rubbing
his dick through his trackies, his eyes switching between the home-made
porno and my crotch which was by now showing quite a noticeable hard-on.  I
nodded, but couldn't exactly think what to say.  Id known Lee practically
all my life and had never got the slightest hint he liked dick - but then
again he probably thought the same of me.  Terry grinned back at me, and
walked over to sit on the sofa next to me.  He reached over and started to
rub my cock through the overalls.  Returning the favour I grabbed hold of
his bulge and stroked as well.

"Fuckin' horny this, yeah?"

"Too right mate - your lad's a fit fucker"

For a second I paused - Id said that without thinking and looked to Terry
to see what his reaction was.  The strange thing was he didn't react all,
just kept his eyes glued on my crotch which he was rubbing
enthusiastically, whilst growling softly under his breath.

"Mmm ... horny bastard as well. Take your overalls off"

Without questioning, I stood up and started taking my overalls off, to show
the pale blue t-shirt and trackies underneath.  As my overalls fell to the
floor, Terry leaned back and lowered the waistband of his own trackies to
reveal his hard knob which popped out.  My thought the other day that he
wasn't that big proved quite accurate - it was barely 6" uncut, and about
average thickness.  When he rolled the foreskin back, I noticed the head
was a quite swollen.  Pulling the waistband down further, he pulled out his
balls which in proportion to his dick were massive and hairy.  He continued
to wank off his cock as he watched me pull down my trackies to my thighs
and pull out my raging hard-on.

Terry licked his lips as he gazed at my pecker which I stroked teasingly
close to his face, and then without a second thought he leaned forward and
started sucking the end of my knob.  Fuck, he was a good cocksucker!  Even
though he only had my bell-end in his gob, the feeling was amazing, as his
tongue flicked across the tip. He was hungry as well judging by how eagerly
he was sucking, I ran my hand through his short hair until it was at the
back of his head, and then used that position to guide my cock further into
his mouth, which he willingly took.

Curious, I looked over my shoulder to the TV screen and was excited to see
Lee and Ryan were 69'ing on the bed.  Lee was lying down while Ryan was on
all fours on top, thrusting his cock into Lee's eager mouth, while at the
same time Lee was licking Ryan's balls and by the looks of it Ryan was
probing the chunky arse before him with his fingers.  I spasmed suddenly as
I felt the end of my pecker hit the back of Terrys throat as he dived down
deep, plunging his nose into my bush. I leant my head back and stared at
the ceiling, as the eager sucking continued.  Terry was really going for it
full throttle, his cheeks flushed as they slid up and down my shaft.

After a few seconds I soon realised that with the intensity that Terry was
going at it I wouldn't be able to stand up for much longer, so sat back
down next to Terry.  Without pausing as soon as I was back on his level, he
leaned over and carried on where he left off.  I reached round and took a
grip on Terry's dick, already slippy with precum, and began wanking it,
quietly moaning to myself.  Once again my eyes were on the TV screen which
now showed Lee bent over on all fours supported by his forearms, and Ryan
face deep in his crack hungrily lapping up the hairy hole.  Underneath most
blokes I could see their hard dicks sticking out as they got increasingly
turned on by their own actions.  Shit this was absolutely incredible.

With a loud popping sound, Terry stopped sucking and began moving his
tongue up and down my cock, sending shivers up my spine.

"Fuck, your cock tastes so nice mate"

"Mmmm don't stop"

At that, he laughed and leant back on the sofa, causing me to lose grip on
his pecker, but allowing me to take a better look at it.  His cock-head was
a deep purple and glistened with the juices he had been leaking.  He
reached for the bottom of his vest top and pulled it off, exposing his
broad hairy chest with two light pink erect nipples.  Just above the nip on
his right pec was a dark green tattoo of a lion's head. There were also two
other tattoos on both biceps - one with some weird lettering I couldnt make
out and the other one of a dragon stretched right up his forearm.  Taking
my cue I took off my own t-shirt and before it was even over my head I
could feel Terry's hands running through my chest hair, pinching my
nipples.  I reached over and began stroking his chest, feeling his hard
nips between my fingers.  Without even thinking about it I leaned over and
placed my lips around one of those nips and began to suck.  I inhaled the
musky smell which he radiated. Terry grabbed the back of my head and pushed
it right in to his sweaty body.

"Go on there you dirty cunt"

As soon as I covered that nip in my saliva, I moved over and began sucking
on the other one.  After a bit of a taste though I felt Terry grab both
sides of my head and pull me off.  Still with my head in his hands, he
stared deep into my eyes.  He was breathing deeply and quickly, his stomach
muscles quivering as he got his breath.  My hand was back around his cock
ready to plunge it into my gob and taste its pre-cum, when instead Terry
brought my head forward and pushed his face to mine.  In a split second I
felt his tongue slide between my lips and I eagerly stuck mine into his
gob.  His tongue probed deep into my mouth as he passionately kissed me.
Fuck - he wasn't just a good cocksucker, he was also a good kisser.

Our bodies pressed close together, the only sound I was aware of was our
lips and tongues meeting, and the grunts and groans coming from the TV
behind me.  Suddenly there was a loud bang and I quickly pulled away from
Terry.  I looked over to him to see if he knew what it was.  Instead he
grinned back at me, one hand tweaking my nipple, and looked towards the
door.

Following his gaze I saw a bag being thrown into the room, soon followed by
Justin dressed in his school uniform with the tie askew and the shirt
untucked.  I froze as he walked in.  For a split-second he didn't notice
anything then his eyes went to the TV screen which was now showng Lee's
arse being fucked hard by an enthuastic Ryan.  Justin's eyes widened and
moved slowly to the sofa where he saw his dad half-naked with a hard-on,
and me leant over him just as naked, just as hard, and with our hands
wrapped round each other's dicks.

Before I could even think what to say or do, another figure followed Joe
into the room.  He was dressed in an identical uniform and looked just as
scruffy.  His eyes went straight to the sofa, and then with a dopey grin on
his face looked straight at me and broke the silence.

"Alright Dad"

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Thanks again to all the guys who sent me the positive comments about the
previous parts.   

If you have any comments or constructive criticism on how I can improve (as
this is my first go at writing stories for nifty), please let me know.

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