Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2008 22:43:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Griffin <nicosar2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim Discovers Dad 3: Poker Night

Tim was in his room, just finishing up the last of his homework. He didn't
have very much, because it was the weekend, but it was still a pain in the
ass. He wished it was summer. A few more weeks, though, and he'd be done
with the school year, and with eighth grade for that matter. It wouldn't be
long before he was in high school. Just as he completed his math
assignment, he heard the front door open and close. Tim ran downstairs and
into the kitchen, where he saw his dad Jack had brought a pizza home with
him. Jack had already sat down and was drinking a beer, and smiled when his
boy entered the room.

"How was your day, Tim?" he asked.

"Not too bad, dad," the teen replied as he grabbed a glass. "How about
you?"

"Long. At least it's the weekend, though," Jack replied, smiling. Just as
Tim was about to sit down, he said, "You want an appetizer first, son?" as
he rubbed his crotch a bit. Tim looked down and saw the growing bulge in
the man's slacks, and his eyes lit up. He immediately dropped to his knees
and worked at buttoning the opening. Ever since that first day many months
before, this had become a routine of theirs. Hardly a day went by that Tim
didn't take down a couple loads of his dad's.

"Thought so," Jack said, smirking, as the boy reached inside and pulled out
his hardening cock. Tim licked his lips a few times before wrapping his
lips around it. He took as much of the his dad's eight-incher in as he
could, getting almost to the base and burying his nose in the man's thick
hair, breathing in deep the heady scent. Ever since he'd started sucking
his dad off, he'd slowly worked his way up to deep-throating the monster,
and now he could take it all. Jack leaned back and relaxed, letting in his
son do his work and loving the moist warmth of the boy's mouth.

Tim began to expertly bob on Jack's pole, and soon his dad was grunting
softly in rhythm. Tim let the cock pop free and began to lick his way down
the shaft, until he reached his dad's sack and gently mouthed it, using his
tongue to get the day's sweat out from the creases.

"Oh, yeah, son," Jack moaned. "God, you're such a great cocksucker,
Tim. Come on, finish me off."

Tim pulled back from Jack's balls and licked up the cock in one stroke,
like it was a big popsicle. He took the head back into his mouth and worked
his tongue around it. Jack lost control and cried out, "I'm gonna come,
boy! Oh! Yeah, yeah!"

Tim moaned as spurts of hot cum shot into his mouth, a bit of it leaking
from his lips. He swallowed it and continued to milk his dad, making sure
he got every last delicious drop. After Jack was soft again, Tim pulled
back and looking up at his dad's face he wiped his mouth with his finger
and sucked off the last of the cum.

"By the way, son, me and the guys are going to be having poker night
tonight," Jack said as he lazily rubbed the boy's head. "You know what that
means, right?"

Tim tucked his father back inside his pants and looked up with a grin. His
dad had been promising to let him do this for months. "Great! When?"

"They'll be here at six."

Tim knew exactly what to do. After scarfing down his pizza, he ran upstairs
and quickly took a shower, making sure to get extra clean down below. Then,
he pulled on a pair of white silk shorts and a muscle shirt he kept for
just these times. Both were a size too small and he knew they hid just
enough. Next, he went to his dad's bedroom and set out a bottle of lube and
a box of condoms on the dresser, slicking himself up just a little in the
process. Then he laid himself out on the bed and read some of his comics as
he waited. Downstairs he heard the men arrive and moving about, loudly
laughing and talking. He waited a while longer, until he knew they'd be
about finished with their first round of games and just about ready to
pause for snacks and other things.

Tim slipped down the stairs and walked through the dining room, where eight
men were sat around the table with cards in their hands and drinks and
piles of chips in front of them. Tim recognized most of them, but there
were a few new faces. He could tell a couple had already pulled out of the
game, preferring to take what they had than to risk falling further behind,
which meant it wouldn't be long.

Jack smiled at his son and said to the other men, "This is my son, Timmy,
for those of you who don't know," and a chorus of greetings were shouted.

"Just getting a drink," Tim said, smiling shyly. "Don't mind me." He went
into the kitchen, staying in plain view from the table, and poured himself
a glass of milk. He drank it slowly, eyes closed and letting just a few
drops out to slide down him chin and neck. Once the glass was empty, he set
it down and licked his lips. He walked back through the dining room, waving
as he passed and wiggling his slim hips just a little as he exited. Once
out of sight, he grinned wildly and rushed back upstairs. Behind him he
heard even more commotion than before. He turned off the lights and climbed
up on the bed, taking he shirt off as he did.

After another ten or so minute, Tim heard someone coming up the stairs and
then he heard his dad say, "All right, Hank, you're first." Tim looked up
as his dad and another man entered the room, his dad dropping himself into
the chair across from the bed. Tim recognized Hank as on of the guys from
his dad's office. He didn't have the biggest cock or the best muscles, but
he'd be great for a warmup. Tim watched as Hank pulled off his t-shirt and
then dropped his pants and underwear in one go. Hank was an averaged-sized
man, with just a bit of a gut and light patch of chest hair. He rolled on a
rubber and lubed himself up, and climbed onto the bed. He reached down and
ran his hands over the teen's tight body, bunching up the shorts as he
rubbed the thighs before quickly pulling them down and off. Then he rolled
Tim over and pulled him onto his hands and knees, bending over to sniff as
Tim's boy ass.

Tim then felt the tip of Hank's cock press at his hole, and said, "Oh, fuck
me, Mr. Peterson, please."

Hank placed his hands around Tim's waist and slowly pressed forward. Tim's
tight hole stayed resistant for a moment, then the cock slowly
entered. Hank sighed and began to slowly fuck the teen, in short little
strokes that grazed Tim's prostate. Waves of pleasure went through the boy
with each little thrust. It wasn't long before Hank began to pant and moan,
and soon he shot his load. He quickly dismounted, pulled his clothes back
on and left the room.

Tim managed to restrain any complaints at how short it had been, because a
moment later another familiar face stepped into the room. This time it was
Mr. Sheppard, one of Jack's old college buddies. He stripped down to his
boxers, pulled his cock from them, and quickly prepared himself. He thrust
himself in hard and Tim gave a little yelp as pain shot through him.

"Shit, boy, your ass is so sweet," Sheppard groaned as he got all the way
in, resting there a second. Then he pulled all the way out, and shoved
himself full in again after another instant. He started to fuck Tim hard,
and Tim rocked with each thrust of the older man. Tim could feel his ass
stretching with each push and Sheppard's cock was hitting his spot every
time, eliciting a little grunt from the boy. To his disappointment, though,
Sheppard didn't last too much longer then Hank, and Tim was starting to
think his little run downstairs had gotten the men too horny to last long.

"Thanks, Jack, I needed that," Sheppard said as he tossed his rubber into
the trash and dressing. "Mary hasn't given me any for weeks. And man, Tim's
ass is so tight, it's like popping his cherry every time. Good thing it was
Hank first and not Larry, though!" Jack and Sheppard both laughed.

Next through the door was a much younger man, who looked to be barely old
enough to be out of college. He was tanned and had long, curly hair. His
eyes widened as he saw Tim sitting naked on the bed. "Holy shit, you guys
were telling the truth!" he exclaimed.

"Sure was, Sam," Jack said with a broad smile. "Sam's my new assistant at
work, Tim. Said he'd broken up with his girlfriend, so I invited him. Go
on, get up there and get your rocks off."

Sam hesitantly took off his clothes, and Tim spotted fancy tattoos on the
other man's arms. The twenty-two-year-old got up onto the bed and Tim went
back onto his knees. He twisted his head around and saw Sam stroking his
cock and staring at the teen's slick ass.

"I ain't never fucked a guy before, Jack," he said, worried. "What do I
do?"

"Aw, man," Jack said, laughing loudly. "Just stick it it and fuck him like
you would a bitch!"

Sam took the orders to heart and slid his cock into Tim's ass. It wasn't
any thicker than average, but Tim could feel that it was a fair bit longer
than most. He gave out a moan of pleasure as it shoved inside him. Behind
him, Sam made a surprised little gasp.

"Dude, he's so tight! It feels great!" Sam begins to fuck Tim more
enthusiastically, although a bit erratically. Some of his strokes were
short, some long, and a couple of times he popped out by accident and had
to put his cock back in. Tim didn't mind, though, because Sam's long cock
kept hitting his spot. After he did a couple of times, Tim gasped out,
"Yeah, Sam, keep doing it just like that!"

"Wow, he really likes it!" Sam said, getting into it. He stroked Tim's
thighs and then took hold, and started to thrust hard at the right angle,
pulling Tim back to meet each push. Tim was loving every minute of it, glad
to finally get someone who was really giving it to him. Sam was grunting
loudly now, and kept saying things between each one. "Fuck! Yeah, man! God,
this is so great! I'm fucking a boy right in front of his dad! Oh, god, I
think I'm going to come!" Tim felt Sam's cock pulse inside him as he
stopped thrusting and let a long, loud moan out. They stayed connected
there for a minute as Sam's cock soften, then the man pulled free and got
down.

"Wow, thanks, man.  I really needed that!" Sam slipped his pants and shirt
back on and left the room, still panting. Just as he left, another man
entered, shaking his head and snickering as he looked back at the leaving
man.

"Hah, kid looked like he had fun!" the man said, and Tim rolled onto his
side at the sound of the voice to get another look. In the room stood a
beefy, grey-haired man with a beard, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. Tim
recognized him as Mr. Conroy, the construction foreman who's company often
worked with his dad's firm.  Conroy didn't even bother to strip, just
climbing onto the bed.

"On your back, bitch boy! I want to see you when I'm fucking you," he
ordered as he undid his belt and opened up his jeans, revealing no
underwear beneath, only a rapidly-growing piece of meat. Tim could smell
his musky scent from where he lay, mixed with alcohol on his breath. Jack
tossed him a rubber, and Conroy rolled it on, not bothering to put any
extra lube on it. Instead, he lifted up Tim's legs and shoved himself
in. Tim cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure as the massive rod
entered him. His cock was just as long as Sam's and thicker, almost as big
as Tim's dad. The worker didn't bother with any style or try to get a good
angle but instead simply relied on powerful thrusts. Tim was crying out
with pleasure as the older man pounded into him like a rutting animal, the
denim of his jeans and his shirt rubbing against Tim's silky thighs. He
bent Tim's legs back until he was practically face to face and then gave
Tim a hard, powerful kiss. Tim was in pig heaven, with a massive tool
between his legs and surrounded by the man's scent. It was all Tim could do
to keep from coming. After almost twenty minutes of hard fucking, the man
came with a roar. He gave a last few thrusts, the slid free with an audible
pop. He buttoned his jeans back up, wiped sweat off his brow, and left with
a wave to Jack.

After than hard fuck, Tim barely noticed as the other four men came and
went. After what must have been an hour, the last of his dad's friends
finished up. Tim rested a few minutes, the out of the corner of his eye he
saw his dad get up from the chair he'd been watching in the whole
time. Jack went to the door and hollered down stairs, "Get your asses back
up her, guys, unless you want to miss the real show!" The men came back
upstairs and crowded in as Jack stripped off his clothes and applied lube
to his cock. He got up onto the bed and lifted Tim's legs up onto his
shoulders.

"Holy shit," Tim heard Sam say. "He's going to screw his own son!"

"Hell yes I am," growled Jack as he positioned himself at Tim's
entrance. "I'm not letting you guys have all the fun." Everyone laughed at
this. "You ready, son?"

"Yeah, dad," Tim gasped. "Fuck me, daddy, please." Jack's only reply was to
slide himself all the way in with one smooth stroke. Even after having
seven other men inside him it was still a tight fit for Jack's huge
cock. Jack began to smoothly and gently fuck his boy, sending his son into
a state of ecstasy. Tim moaned and whined as he was impaled by his dad, and
tried to shoved himself further onto his meat, desperate for a harder
thrust. Jack only chuckled at his boy and kept up the rhythmic motion.

 Soon, Tim was begging aloud, "Oh, please, daddy! Please, fuck me harder! I
want to come, dad, please!" Jack just shook his head and went on, an
occasional moan and gasp breaking coming from his lips. He couldn't keep it
up forever, though, and soon he started to speed up. He pulled almost out
and then, after pausing for what seemed like an eternity, slammed back it.

Tim shouted, "Oh, daddy!" and his small four-inch teen cock leaped and
spurted, covering the boy's chest and stomach with his own cum. Some of it
shot so far that it landed on his face. At the sight of his son coming,
Jack began to fuck Tim harder and faster. He pulled out of just a second,
flipped Tim over and slammed back in with his full weight. Tim cried out at
the mixture of pain and pleasure, and Jack's weight pressed him into the
mattress.

"Yeah! Fuck, boy," he grunted. "See, guys, this is how a real man fucks!"

"Go, Jack!" the youngest man yelled. "Fuck him harder!"

"Yeah, Jack! Fuck your little boy!" called another.

"Shit, man, I wish my wife let me fuck her like that!"

Tim's dad was like an animal in heat on top of him, and it felt like his
cock was going to rip the boy in half. He'd never been fucked this hard
before. He could feel his dad's stubble rubbing against the back of his
neck and his cheek, as Jack let loose a constant stream of words. "Fuck,
boy. Fuck! Yeah, I'm fucking my little whore. Fuckin you right here, in
front of all my friends! Yeah, son, I'm screwin your tight little boy
pussy! Gonna fill up my little cumslut!"

"Please, daddy!" Tim moaned, his little cock hard again and rubbing against
the sheets with every powerful thrust. "Please, harder, daddy! I'm gonna
come again, daddy! Fuck me!"

This outcry drew grins and whistles from the gathered men. Jack's breathing
and thrusts grew erratic. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, boy! Going to breed your
ass like a bitch, just like I did your momma! Fuck, yeah, yeah, gonna fill
you up with the juice that made ya! Fuck!"

With an inarticulate cry and a few last, great thrusts, Jack came inside
his son. Tim cried out as well as his dad's hot cum sprayed inside is ass,
and his boy cock twitched with a dry orgasm of its own. They lay they
panting as the Jack's friends watched in awe, all of them painfully hard
inside their pants. Jack eventually slid of the bed and stretched, while
Tim lay there barely conscious. Jack patted Tim's butt, then worked his
finger inside the dripping hole and worked it around. He drew it out and
put it in front Tim's mouth. "Get a taste of your dad's cum mixed with your
ass, boy." Tim instinctively sucked on the finger, licking it clean.

"Tastes so good, daddy," he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

Jack gently patted his boy, in utter contrast to the monster fuck he'd just
given, and drew a blanket over him. Then he quietly said, "Come on
downstairs, guys. Let's play another round. He'll wake up in a bit and then
he can come down and put his mouth to work taking care of your hardons."

It took a while for Tim to wake up, and when he did he was still dazed from
the long fucking he'd recieved. He took a few moments to get a drink of
water and slipped his shorts back on, not bothering with underwear, then
stumbled downstairs. The instant he stepped into the dining room all eyes
turned to him. It was like beinging looked over by a pack of wolves, each
one hungry to get a taste of the young meat before them. He walked over to
the table they were around, not having to exagerate at all the way he
couldn't walk straight without wincing. He gave them a cheeky grin, then
dropped to his knees and crawled under the table.

There was a dead silence, then he heard the men start talking again, louder
than ever. He crawled up to one set of legs, nudged them apart, and deftly
worked open the fly. This man - he wasn't even sure which one it was - was
wearing boxers, which were quickly tenting up. He pulled the man's cock
free through the opening and smiled to himself. It was thick and red, and
the head was glistening already. He could bet a lot of the men were already
leaking at the thought of him down under the table sucking them off. He
stroked the man's cock to fullness and then wrapped his boy lips around
it. Instantly his mouth was full of the taste of a grown man, the taste of
sweat and come and piss, with just a hint of latex reminding him that not
long ago that same cock had been up his ass. Tim loved sucking cocks,
especially men's cocks, even more than he liked being fucked by them
because of how great they tasted. He was pretty damned good at it, he
thought, although when the man quickly came he knew there was downside to
that.

Thankfully, there were plenty of other cocks to suck, and when he'd
finished tucking the first man away the next one down the table had already
pulled his out. Tim sucked them all except his dad, loving every second of
it, and by the time he was done he could barely remember a time that he
didn't have come in his mouth and down his throat. He got out form under
the table and stretched, still on his knees. His mouth was red and bruised.

"Ready for one more?" his dad asked, standing up and undoing his fly.

"Fuck yeah," Tim replied. Jack stood before him, spread his lips with his
thumb, and slid his monster cock into his son's waiting mouth. Tim was so
tired by that he just let Jack use his mouth as he pleased, and Jack did
just that, gripping Tim by his hair and starting to fuck the wet hole he
was given.

"Mmmm, yeah, boy," Jack murmured. "I've got such a slutty son. He loves
come, loves having to suck a big man off, loves feeling his lips stretched
out, feeling his jaw ache." Tim hummed in agreement, and Jack started to
move even faster and rougher. He glanced over at his friends, all of them
watching in awe. "He really loves his daddy fucking his mouth, loves
tasting his daddy's spunk, but I don't think he's gonna taste that
tonight."

Tim knew what that meant, and took a deep breath through his nose just
before his dad shoved his cock right into his throat. "God, that's so
great, so tight, what a great little cocksucker. Got my cock right down his
throat, gonna fuck it just like I did his ass." Jack started to ruthlessly
thrust in and out of his boy's mouth, pulling out from time to time and
giving him just long enough to breath before thrusting in again. Tim's eyes
were watering and his shorts were tented out by his raging
hardon. Desperately he shoved the shorts down and started to stroke himself
off, and he shoved his free hand around the other side, fingering his loose
hole and feeling his dad's first load there.

"Gonna come, boy," Jack growled, "Gonna shoot right down your throat, gonna
empty my balls in you again. Take it, cumslut, take it, fuck, fuck!"

Jack shoved deep in and held there, his cock pulsing in Tim's throat, and
Tim moaned deep and shot his own load all over the floor. He slumped down
when his dad withdrew.

"Like that, did you?" Jack asked.

"Loved it."

"'Course you did." Jack ruffled his son's hair. "Go on, off with you. Get
some sleep, you earned it."

Tim stumbled off and Jack returned to the poker table, a proud, satiated
smirk on his face. "Great kid, isn't he?"

Everyone agreed with that.