Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 22:53:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: draken82 <draken82@lycos.com>
Subject: Todd and his Dad part 2

Disclaimer: This is a story containing explicit language, intended for
mature readers.  It contains scenes of graphic sexual description,
including homosexual sex and incest.  Be advised.

Todd and his Dad part 2

	The next morning I awoke with a start.  I was lying underneath the
covers of my bed naked as the day I was born and more than a little groggy.
I felt sore from head-to-toe, and most especially my ass.  It took a minute
for me to remember what had happened the night before that had caused this
discomfort, but then it all came back to me.  I'd been roughly fucked by my
own father.  And I'd loved it.  But still my father.
	It had all happened so fast, I had come home, discovered my fathers
own proclivity for man-on-man sex as he was being fucked by his ex-Marine
racquetball partner Rick.  And the sight had turned me on so much.  A bit
later Dad had come in to talk about what I'd discovered and next thing I
know, I'm down on all fours getting the shit fucked out of me.  And it had
felt so good and fulfilling.  But I was also confused as well.
	I had just very recently discovered my attraction for other guys,
my own best friend Matt specifically, and before I'd even come close to
grip with that, I'm having sex with my own father.  It was very clear to me
now, I was gay.  Or at least bi.  I mean I'd had sex with a couple girls
before, but all thoughts of girls had been replaced with thoughts of having
sex with my friend.  And then last night, I'd found myself extremely turned
on by the sight of my father's naked body.  I'd also loved making out with
him, and having his cock shoved down my throat and up my ass.  I also had
to admit that I had enjoyed that rough sex with my father last night more
than any I'd had with a girl.
	I lay there replaying the incident in my head over and over again
trying to deal with these new found revelations.  What did this all mean,
and how did this affect my relationship with my dad?  It was clear we were
going to have to talk this through, and try to figure all this out.  Were
we going to do it again?  Did I want to do it again?  I was amazed to
admit, yes I did.
	I pushed all these thoughts aside as I stood up slowly to get out
of bed.  My ass was sore like a motherfucker, and as I took a couple of
steps, I found myself walking bowlegged as I headed to my bedroom door.
After last night's activities I felt...sticky, so I decided to go hop in the
shower.  Walking out into the hall I had to pass by my father's room on my
way to the bathroom, and I saw that his door was ajar.  Looking inside, I
noticed that his bed was empty and neatly made, so he was already up.
	I stumbled into the bathroom and made my way slowly to the toilet,
moving like a stiff old man, and proceeded to empty my bladder in the
toilet.  I found myself standing in front of the mirror looking at myself.
I didn't look any different.  I saw the same blond-haired blue-eyed
15-year-old kid that I did ever other day.  But I felt different, on the
inside.  I was actually a pretty good looking kid, more average
boy-next-door than cute or pretty.  The one thing I always knew I had going
for me was my body.  I wasn't nearly as bulked up as Matt, or my obviously
my father.  But I did have a nice slender frame, tightly defined.  I had a
nice set of pecs, and good upper body definition, as well as the hint of a
6pac.  My thighs and calves were also totally solid, from all the weights I
lifted at school.  I also had to admit I had pretty nice glutes as well,
from all those squats I'd started doing last year.  I wasn't bulky, just
toned, but girls seemed to like that about me.  I would sometimes get a
little envious of Matt's bigger muscles, but now I realized it wasn't just
envy but desire to touch and lick my friend's hot body.
	I turned on the water to the shower and stepped in letting the warm
water cascade down over me, just enjoying the soothing feeling on my sore
muscles.  I shampooed my hair and after rinsing, I started soaping my body.
I massaged my sore muscles in my neck and shoulders as well as tightness I
felt in my arms.  I never knew getting fucked would make someone so sore.
Of course why would I, I'd never been fucked before that.
	Working my way lower, I soaped my entire body, before working my
way to my flaccid dick, and washing that as well.  The one area I hadn't
yet touched was my sore ass.  I reluctantly reached back and started
massage that as well.  My firm round glutes were a little sore, but not
nearly as sore as my tight hole.  I cautiously slid my index finger against
my raw hole, and washed the outside of my anus, before slowly pushing my
finger into my ass.  I everything seemed to be in order, as far as I knew.
I mean I'd never played with my ass or anything, but I the inside did seem
to be okay, I didn't feel any tears or whatever injury I might have
received from Dad's fat cock.
	Having my finger up my ass, even as sore as it was, felt oddly
arousing.  I thought back to the night before, and how good Dad's fingers
had felt inside of me, and I slowly started to play my finger around in my
tight hole.  I could feel the viscous remnants of my father's cum up my
ass.  Despite how it had stretched to allow my father entry inside of me,
it was now as tight as ever.  More curious than anything, I felt around
inside of my ass until I felt a hard little knob that made me jump a little
when I touched it.  This was that spot that had felt so good inside of me
as my father had fucked away on my ass the night before.  I hit that hard
little knob again, and felt my 6 inch cock become hard against my stomach.
	Remembering what Dad had done the night before, I slowly started to
slide my finger out and then push it back in stroking that hard little
button as I went.  I couldn't help myself; the feelings just seemed to come
natural.  For all my thoughts of being straight, and only wanting to fuck
pussy, as I stood there in the shower fingering myself, I imagined it was
my father's cock again.  I guess I really was a fag, but at this point I
didn't care.  It felt so good, and as I started doing it over and over I
would shudder with delight and naughty pleasure as I finger myself.  My
cock was leaking a good amount of precum out of the slit, but that was
quickly washed away by the constant flow of the shower.  I decided to add a
second finger to the first, and as I did so, I wrapped my free hand around
my hard, flowing dick.  I started to jam my fingers into a steady rhythm
into my ass, all the while slowly jacking my dick.
	Whatever else had happened, the night before with Dad had awoken
feelings inside of me I'd never had before.  It also brought to the
forefront feelings I'd been suppressing for a while.  Either way, I was
gradually beginning to discover for myself how much fun playing with my ass
could be.  And how much I enjoyed it.
	It wasn't long before I was thrusting my finger against that spot
as fast as I could while throttling my cock like a madman.  I started
panting uncontrollably, the steam from the shower making it nearly
impossible to breathe.  My vision was blurred, my heart hammering in my
chest as I yanked furiously on my cock.  I was getting light headed, and I
could actually feel myself sweating profusely even under the shower spray.
I forced my fingers against that spot in my ass one last time, and felt
myself explode in the shower.  Cum flew out of my cock, only to be caught
in the spray and washed down the drain.  Heaving, I slowly sank to my knees
on the floor of the shower, trying to catch my breath.  After a couple of
minutes, I turned the shower off and stepped out to dry myself.  Try as I
might, I couldn't actually get completely dry with all the steam in the
room so I simply left the bathroom, slowly regaining my breath as I headed
back to my room.
	Throwing the towel onto my bed, and slipping on a pair of navy blue
boxer-briefs, I decided to go see what my Dad had gotten up to.  I found
him in the kitchen, sitting at the table reading the morning newspaper.
Quickly I slid into the seat across from him waiting for him to look up
from the paper.  Finally after a minute or two, Dad looked up meeting my
eyes.
	"Good morning Todd," he said cheerfully.
	"Morning," I mumbled in reply.
	"I made you some eggs a while ago, there over on the counter," Dad
said pointing.  "But you might want to put them in the microwave."
	I silently moved across the kitchen and took Dad's advice heating
the eggs he made for me in the microwave, while making myself some toast at
the same time.  I found that I was very hungry, probably from last night's
activities.  In a few minutes I had inhaled my eggs along with the toast.
We sat in silence at the table for awhile even after I'd finished eating
while Dad still read the paper in silence.  Finally after another half and
hour Dad folded his paper and stood up.
	"Listen Todd, we need to talk," He said.  I nodded my head in
agreement.  We moved into the living room and sat down on the sofa
together.  Dad was dressed similarly to me, in his green and blue plaid
boxers.  We sat very close so that his meaty thigh was practically touching
mine.
	"So how long have you known you liked other guys?" my father asked.
I was taken aback by the question.  Even after what had taken place last
night, I certainly didn't understand where these newfound feelings and
desires came from.
	"I'm not...I-I don't," I started trying to deny it.  "I don't like
other guys Dad.  I like girls," I finally spat out.
	"Oh come on Todd, your cock got hard watching me and Rick fuck.
You pressed your ass up against me when I was hugging you and begged me to
fuck you."  All of this was true, but I didn't want to admit it.  "You're a
fag son.  It's okay, I am too.  It isn't anything to be ashamed of."  I
didn't argue with my father, but I didn't admit it either.  "So my question
son, is how long how long have you known you liked guys?"
	"I guess that they've always been there," I said realizing that it
was true and at the same time conceding my father's earlier statement.  "I
just never really noticed them before," I finished.
	"Before what?" Dad asked.
	"Before..." I paused here, it was still a little embarrassing even
with my Dad.  "Before that night me and Matt were with those two girls."
	"So you just noticed these feelings very recently then," Dad
stated. "So what about that night made you suddenly notice an attraction to
other males?"
	"Well," I started, trying to find the words to explain what
happened.  I was too embarrassed to tell him.
	"Answer me Todd," my father ordered.  It was odd, even a couple of
months ago, if my father had talked to me that way, we wouldn't have spoken
for a month at least.  Now not only did I mind the way he was starting to
order me around, I kind of liked it.
	"Well I've seen plenty of other guys naked before," I said.  "You
know in the showers after gym.  But..." I stopped again.
	"Go on," Dad prompted.
	"But that night with Matt was different.  I'd even seen him naked
before.  But..." I just didn't want to say it."
	"But what Todd?"  Dad just wasn't going to let up.
	"But never like that," I said.  It was hard for me to say.  I
couldn't understand these feeling myself, let along explain them to my Dad.
	"What do you mean `like that'?"  God, this was just so
uncomfortable.
	"Well, I'd never seen Matt so turned on like that before," I said
realizing it for myself.
	"Tell me about it son," Dad ordered.
	"At first I was only looking at the girl I was with, just enjoying
the blowjob she was giving me."
	"Keep going."
	"After a little while though, I just looked over at Matt.  He
looked really funny with his eyes closed while that little slut went down
on him."  I stopped for a second trying to formulate my words.  "But then I
looked down at what the little slut was doing to him.  She had her hands
all over his chest, grabbing his pecs, pulling his nipples.  Matt was
getting all sweaty.  He was just so..."
	"So what?" Dad asked his eyebrow raised.
	"Hot," I said embarrassed.  For some reason, I looked away from my
Dad's penetrating gaze, and down into his lap.  I could see the outline of
his hardon in his boxers.  Just the sight of it aroused me.
	"What is it about Todd that you find so hot son?" Dad asked, as he
put his hand on my thigh.
	"Everything," I admitted both to myself and my father.  His hand
started squeezing my thigh, and my cock started rising of its own accord.
"He's got such a nice body," I continued.
	"Tell me more."
	"It's...well he's really well built.  His pecs are very nice and
big," I said.  I remembered how much I wanted to replace that stupid drunk
girl's hand with my own, and my mouth.  "But he's got a lot of muscle, more
than me, and his body is just very...s-sexy," I stuttered.
	"What else?" Dad asked.  I looked down at his lap again, and his
cock was fully hard now, and tenting in his boxer.  I realized I was
tenting in my own undies as well.
	"His skin," I started as Dad's hand started moving further up my
thigh, making me jump a bit.  "It's so tan and smooth."  Dad's hand was
moving closer and closer to my now throbbing cock.
	"So you like muscles do you boy?" my father asked grabbing my cock
through my boxer-briefs and starting to massage it.  I groaned a little at
his touch.  "Answer me boy," he ordered again.  It was just so hot how he
controlled me.
	"Yes," I admitted.
	"What about me boy, do you like my muscles?" Dad asked before
reaching into my undies and grabbing a hold of my cock like he did the
night before.  I raised my hips a bit off the couch as he started jacking
me.  "Well do you boy?"
	"Mmmh...yes," I answered; I couldn't believe I was saying it.
"I...ughh...I like your muscles."  Dad started jacking me inside my
boxer-briefs a little harder, and my hips started thrusting my cock into
his hand, almost unconsciously.
	"What about my cock boy?" Dad asked.  "Do you like it?"
	"Uggh...yes," I heard myself say again.  I was getting so turned on.
I could feel my dick start to leak fluids onto my father's jerking hand.
	"Say it again boy," Dad ordered.
	"Mmmph...yes Dad, I like your cock," I breathed out. Dad wrapped
around me with his free hand and started teasing my nipples with his
fingers.
	"Did you like sucking on your Daddy's cock boy?" he asked pinching
my right nipple hard, making me jump again.
	"Ahhh!  Yeah, Dad," I answered him.
	"Yeah, I know you did Todd.  You're just a little bitch.  You need
big strong mancock to keep you happy."  He was starting up again, but all
this dirty talk started to really turn me on.  "Why don't you suck on my
fat cock then boy?" Dad said as he put his free hand on the back of my head
and pulled me down into his lap.  My face was pressed down against my
father's bulging crotch.  His hard cock pressed against my cheek through
the material of his boxers, and I could feel the wet spot that had formed
at the tip of the tent in his shorts.  As I inhaled, I could smell the
strong manscent emanating from his crotch, and my dick throbbed in my
father's still stroking hand.  "Go on bitch, suck that cock," Dad ordered.
	I sat up enough off his lap to reach up with my hand and pull his
cock out through the slit in his boxers.  Dad's cock was really fat and
uncut.  It must have been eight inches, and I just loved the sight of it as
I pulled his foreskin down and looked at the round, swollen head.  I didn't
get a chance to look at it last night, but just the sight of Dad's fat
cockhead my dick throb even harder in his hand.  There was a clear drop of
precum leaking from the head that I couldn't help but lick off.  I didn't
know why I liked the taste so much but I did.
	"Oh, yeah, that's it little pussyboy.  Lick your Daddy's cock," Dad
ordered me.  I started licking all around the head tasting all the gooey
substance leaking from Dad's cock, and I started licking the shaft to get
all the taste I could.  I couldn't wait any longer and wrapped my lips
around it, taking Dad's dick into my mouth.  "Fuck yes pussyboy, you like
that don't you?  Yeah I know you do," Dad said as his hand on my head
started to guide me up and down on his cock.
	As Dad kept up his repetitious dirty talk, his hand jerked on my
cock all the while.  I was actually moaning lightly from the stimulation.
I had a little more than half Dad's cock in my mouth, but I was sucking and
licking as best I could.  The salty taste of his precum overloaded my
senses, and I savored the taste.  "You want Daddy to suck you dick again
bitch?" Dad asked eventually.  I groaned in response.  "Yeah, you want to
feel my mouth on your cock?"  I moaned ever louder around Dad's dick in my
mouth.  "Well faggot, if you want to get sucked you need to get all of
Daddy's fat cock down your pussy jock mouth like you did last night."
	Dad started pressing my head down even further on his dick.  I
started working my mouth around it as best I could, trying harder to please
my butch father.  There's were only a few inches of cock left to go, and as
I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little but his
hand didn't let up.  "Come on faggot jock boy.  Swallow that dick.  Work
your little pussy throat muscles around that dickhead," Dad ordered me.  I
started swallowing around Dad's cock and slowly but surely I swallowed that
last bit of my father.  A minute or two later, my nose was actually inside
of the hole in his boxers and resting in Dad's pubes.  "Ahhh yeah, bitch.
Good work.  I knew you could get all of Daddy's cock in your pussy jock
mouth."
	 As I continued to suck on his dick, Dad started pulling my navy
blue boxer-briefs down.  With all of his cock in my mouth it was very
awkward to raise my hips but I did somehow manage as my father pulled them
away down to my ankles.  A second later I felt my father's mouth engulf my
leaking 6 inch cock.  I groaned aloud as he started bobbing up and down on
me, my whole body shivering with excitement.
	It was a very awkward position to be in on the couch, and I think
Dad realized this to because a couple of minutes later, he pulled away from
my cock, and pulled my head up and off of his.  He grabbed me bodily and
pulled me onto the floor laying me down on my back.  He pulled his boxers
off and straddled my shoulders, his cock right above my mouth.
	"Open up pussyboy, Daddy's gonna fuck your mouth again."  I opened
my mouth wide as Dad proceeded to fuck his cock back into my mouth.  He did
this for a minute of two, before leaning over and taking my cock back into
his mouth.  Dad's mouth was like a fucking vacuum cleaner, the sucking
power immense.  I felt my own cock hitting the back of Dad's throat as he
easily deep-throated me.  My whole body was on fire again at this
treatment.  I started thrusting up into his head, my hand holding firmly
onto his hair as I pounded my cock into his throat.  Dad was giving me the
same treatment, fucking steadily and firmly into my throat.  I was moaning
around Dad's cock, drool pouring out of the sides of my mouth as I felt my
balls starting to draw up as I neared orgasm.
	I noticed that Dad's thrusting into my mouth increased steadily as
his pelvis started to slam into my chin.  We were both getting very close,
and I realized that I wanted Dad to cum in my mouth.
	"Mpphhh, mmmphhh," I moaned around Dad's cock as I shot off down
his throat.  I had just cum in the shower that short time before, but I was
so horned up.  I had both hands on Dad's head as I buried my cock as far as
I could.  Dad gulped down all of my cum as I shot off at least five times.
It was only as I was nearing the end of my explosive orgasm that Dad buried
his dick all the way to his pubes and started shooting his own load.  I had
no choice but to swallow all of it as it squirted directly into my throat.
He shot several times, and it almost seemed like too much, and if he wasn't
right over me with his cock jammed in my mouth I might have spilled some.
But I didn't.  I swallowed every drop Dad gave me.
	He pulled away from my sucking mouth, and rose up off of me.  I
felt totally spent for the time being, so I just laid there on the living
room carpet in total contentment.  Dad lay down next to me, and pulled me
into his arms.  His mouth met mine, and I found myself again making out
with my father, our tongues mashed together, sharing the remains of each
other's cum.  This was another strange new experience, and I wasn't sure
how to feel as I kissed Dad, but it certainly was hot, I liked it.
	We pulled away from each other and Dad collapsed down next to me.
"God I love you Todd," he said.  Despite how rough he was with me, and
despite how dirty he got during sex, Dad had a softer side too.  "So did
you like it?" he asked.
	"Yeah Dad," I said.  "I loved it."  And it was true.
	"Good, cause we're gonna be doing this a lot more," Dad told me.
"We're gonna break that hot little jock body of yours in right.  Your gonna
get real good at sucking your Daddy's cock, and getting fucked up that hot,
tight ass of yours.  Did you like that last night?" he asked.
	I paused for a minute, still pretty embarrassed at what my true
answer was.  Finally I answered, "Yes."
	"Good boy," Dad said.  "I knew you were a cocksucking faggot, just
like me.  I could tell last night," Dad stated as he pulled me over on top
of him reaching down and kneading the globes of my muscled ass.  "Yeah," he
said, "you were born to get fucked, just like your Dad."  I didn't say
anything to agree with him.  I wasn't really sure if I agreeded with that
statement, but I definitely enjoyed the fucking I'd received the night
before.
	"So what do you think of Rick?" he said suddenly.
	"Uh, he's alright I guess.  I don't really know him Dad," I said.
"We only met a couple times."
	"Yeah that's true, but he's a good looking guy don't you think?"
Dad asked.
	"I guess so," I said.  "He's a pretty big guy, and he's got a lot
of chest hair I said.  A lot of muscle on him," I said a little
embarrassed.
	"What'd you think of his cock?" Dad asked.
	"It's big," I muttered.
	"Hell yeah it is, but once it's inside of you it feels so good,"
Dad explained.  "So how about giving Rick's cock a try in this ass of
yours," he said grabbing my ass again.  As I said, I was laying on top of
Dad, my face resting on his big hairy chest.  Laying there, I could think
of only one thing as my father lightly started to finger my asshole, and
that was the sight of Rick's fat cock getting shoved up my Dad's ass.  I
shivered with delight at my Dad's touch, and imagined Rick's fat cock
inside of me, giving me that same pleasure I felt the night before.
	"What do you think Todd?" Dad asked again.
	"O-okay," I stuttered into his chest.  I couldn't believe I was
actually agreeing to let Rick fuck me.  But, all I could think of at the
time was his huge, sexy well-built frame as he slammed into Dad.  I'd only
been fucked that one time, but it only took that one time for me to know
how great it felt.
	"Great, I'll go call him," Dad said.  I hadn't realized he meant
immediately, but I didn't protest as my father nudged me off of him and
stood up to walk to the phone.
	"Hey Rick how you doing," Dad said.  "How'd that business brunch go
this morning?"  There was a pause.  "Hey that's great.  Listen buddy, I
know we weren't planning on getting together again until Wednesday, but
I've got a surprise for you."  There was another pause.  "I've got this hot
little jock boy here who's just begging for more cock, how'd you like to
come over for a little fun and games?"  There was an even longer pause this
time.  Finally Dad said, "Excellent, well we'll be waiting for you then.
See you in a bit."
	Dad came back over to where I still lay on the floor, smiling down
on me.  He held his hand out for me to take, which I accepted as he helped
me to my feet.  He put his arm around me as he pulled me up and gave my
shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
	"Well he's gonna be over in a little while, but I want you to be
ready for when he gets here," Dad told me.  "Go into my bedroom, take down
the covers, lay on my bed and wait.  And while you're in there, lube up
your pretty little asshole good so you'll be ready for when we come in."
The way Dad said it meant that he wasn't expecting argument.  I started to
leave the living room, and as I got to the threshold of the hallway, Dad
told me, "You'll find plenty of lube in my top dresser drawer, so don't be
shy."  Dad laughed as he said the last part.
	I walked into my father's room, and started to follow his
instructions, taking down the covers on his bed.  When I opened his top
drawer, I got quite a surprise.  He had a few bottles of Astroglide and
even a couple boxes of condoms.  But it was the other things I saw that
really surprised me.  I saw a stack of what were obviously gay porn
magazines.  I pulled the lube from the drawer, and I couldn't help my
curiosity, so I grabbed a couple of the magazines as well.
 	It felt really awkward at first, just lying down on my Dad's bed.
I hadn't ever done it before.  We just didn't have that kind of
relationship.  I had briefly gone into his room, and he into mine, but we
each had our privacy.  That was all to change in the coming weeks.
	I decided to lay back and get comfortable looking at the magazines.
One of them was pretty standard gay porn stuff.  Big hairy guys in leather
sucking each other's dicks, fucking each other, the usual.  There were even
a couple of pictures of guys sitting in slings while other big hairy guys
filled their asses with cock.  Despite the cheesyness of the pictures, I
found myself aroused looking at them.  The idea of all the big men getting
it on with each other just really started to make my blood boil.
	The next magazine was the one that really did it for me though.  It
had some sort of jock theme to it.  I started to get the idea that Dad had
a thing for jock guys.  There seemed to be some sort of story the magazine
was trying to tell.  It was a football team, with apparently college age
guys, practicing together and then playing together afterward.  There were
several pairings, a couple of the young, hot dudes fucking the shower,
another on the locker room benches, even a foursome of young, hot guys
fucking in what looked like a weight room.  My favorite set in the magazine
though, was of a hot young dark-haired kid, maybe 19 or 20 getting fucked
doggy-style by the big, strong coach.  The look of rapture on the kid's
face as his ass was plugged from behind made my cock twitch on my abs.  I
found myself lubing up my fingers, and inserting them into my ass as I
looked at the pictures.  The coach was a really big guy, with a nice
dusting of hair on his chest, and he had a real macho look about him as he
shoved his cock into the little jock boy beneath him.  I shoved my fingers
up my ass as I imagined it was me getting fucked by that hot looking
muscleman.
	I lay there on my Dad's bed fingering myself for I don't know how
long.  I was getting myself really worked up, and my cock started to leak
precum onto my stomach simply from my fingering.  After awhile though, I
heard the front door open and close and the voices of my father and his
buddy Rick.  I could hear them coming down the hall, getting closer to the
room.  I quickly closed the magazines and shoved them under my Dad's bed,
as they neared the door.
	"I'm telling you Rick, you're gonna love this little jock boy.
He's got a nice tight ass that just begs to be fucked."  I could hear Rick
chuckle as I my father walked through the door.  Rick followed right behind
him, and I saw his eyes widen a little when he made eye contact with me.
All was silent for a minute as Rick took in the sight of me lying naked on
my father's bed.
	"Ben, this is your son," Rick finally said, more is surprise than
shock.  "You're fucking your own son?"
	"Yep," Dad said smiling.  "He's a hot little thing isn't he?"
Though technically we'd only just started the night before, I supposed it
was still true.
	"For how long?" Rick asked.
	"Just started, but he loves it.  He's got a hungry little ass, just
like his Dad."  Rick didn't say anything for a minute, but I could see his
brown eyes moving across my lean, toned body as he seemed to be memorizing
every inch of me.  I even saw a swelling in his jeans as he checked me out.
I realized I was still hard from my earlier activities and I saw him lick
his lips a little at the sight of my 6 inch hardon.  Finally his eyes met
mine again.
	"Hey Todd," Rick said.  "How're you?"  Rick and I hardly knew each
other, having only met when Dad took me to his gym where he played
racquetball.  I thought he was a friendly guy, but that was about it.  I
was going to get to know him a lot better very soon.
	"I'm alright," I said.  I started to check him out to.  He was
wearing just jeans and a t-shirt, but I could see the outline of his build
through the shirt, and I felt a stirring at the sight.  I looked over to
Dad, who had put his boxers back on, and I could see that he was tenting
them again.  He was smiling at me, and my obvious arousal.
	"Are you ready to have some fun with me and your Dad?" Rick asked.
I looked at him again and just nodded my assent.  "Good, now get up off
that bed and come help me get undressed."  He had that same authoritative
tone that my father had, and I liked it.  I shot off the bed, compelled by
his urging and was standing in front of him in a second.
	"Take my shirt off boy," Rick commanded.  I reached out and grabbed
the hem of his t-shirt, slowly revealing Rick's thick, virile upper-body.
I peeled away the shirt as Rick lifted his arms and I pulled it completely
off.  I couldn't believe the body that stood in front of me.  His bulging
pecs dusted in his dark red chest hairs, his thick, burly arms, his
rock-hard 6pac.
	I couldn't help myself, as much as I'd wanted to feel up my best
friend's body, now I had a hot body right in front of me.  I just reached
out and started feeling his physique, running my hands through the chest
hair and grabbing his pecs.  I moved them lower over the bumps on his
stomach, and I felt my cock twitch a little bit.  I reached over and felt
one of his biceps.  Rick flexed it for me, and I gasped at the size as I
tried to wrap my hand around it.
	"You like my muscles boy?" Rick asked.  I nodded.  "Good, you can
feel them all you want later.  I want you to help me out of these jeans
first."  Rick grabbed both of my shoulders and started pushing me to the
floor.  I didn't resist, and found myself kneeling in front of my Dad's hot
friend.  I quickly grabbed the front of his jeans and started to unbutton
them.  I fought with the button for a minute before finally pushing it
through the hole and unzipping his jean.  I pulled on the waist until the
jeans were around his ankles, and I was face to face with the bulge in his
plain white boxers.
	I reached out my hands and pulled on the band of his boxers,
looking up into his eyes for approval.  Rick smiled at me and nodded before
I pulled his boxers out and down.  Rick's thick cock slapped me on my cheek
as I freed it and spilled a little cockjuice on me.  I bent over further
and unlaced the trainers Rick was wearing before I pulled them off one at a
time, and pulling pants and boxers off as well.  I then pulled off each of
his socks, leaving my father's racquetball partner as naked as I was.
	"Well, since you're down there already, why don't you go ahead and
get a taste of my cock boy," Rick commanded me.  I looked at his cock,
which was maybe a little longer than my Dad's but just as wide.  The main
different was that Rick was circumcised, unlike both me and my father.  His
had a fat head, bigger than Dad's and I could see a drop of precum on the
slit.
	I gripped his cock and stroked the shaft for a moment.  It felt
nice and large in my hand.  My own cock felt like it was maybe harder than
it had ever been before, except for maybe the night before.
	"Come on boy, suck on that big cock," Rick commanded.  I stuck my
tongue out and licked the head, tasting and savoring the salty taste before
taking the head into my mouth.  I started to suck about half of Rick's big
cock into my mouth, jacking the other half with my hand.  I'd only done
this twice, but I felt like I was starting to get the hang of it.  I loved
the feeling of this fat rod in my mouth.  I loved the taste of Rick's
precum as he leaked into my sucking mouth.
	"Let's get it all in there boy," Rick said as I felt him shoving on
the back of my head.  I quickly remembered what Dad taught me earlier, and
relaxed my throat muscles as Rick started fucking me in the mouth.  "That's
it you little cocksucker.  Take my cock," Rick started to say.  "You like
that don't you boy.  You love having a big strong mancock fucking your hot
little mouth.  I know you do.  Ahhh, yeah, suck that big cock."
	I still fumbled and gagged a bit, but I loved every second of my
father's friend fucking my mouth.  I compulsively reached out and started
to stroke my throbbing erection as I blew Rick.  I was so horny, I just had
to stroke.  Rick saw that I was getting off on sucking him, cause he
started to pound into my mouth faster.  After a few minutes, he was
pounding his pelvis against my chin, and I started moaning as I started
getting nearer and nearer to climax.
	"Yeah that's right you little fucker, I see how much you love
having my big cock down your throat.  I see that you're just a little
cocksucker that needs big cocks in your mouth," Rick was calling out to me.
"Mmmhh, your hot mouth feels so good you little fucker.  Take my cock in
your throat, take it."  Rick was practically yelling by this point.  I
could barely breathe as his cock slammed into my throat again and again.  I
was jerking frantically on my own cock now, and I could feel my balls
tightening up, as I neared my third orgasm of the day.  Rick was pummeling
my throat, and I could tell that he was close too
	"Enough," Rick said, as he ceased pummeling my mouth.  I stopped
jacking my cock at the same time.  I knew we were only just beginning.
"Get up on the bed on your hands and knees," Rick commanded.  "I'm gonna
fuck that jock boy ass of yours."
	I rose from my knees and looked to my father as I kneeled on his
bed, facing the headboard.  He smiled at me again.  My father had removed
his boxers again, and I could tell he'd been jerking as he watched me suck
his friend's dick.  I felt Rick kneel on the bed behind me and forcefully
shove me so I was bent over resting on my elbows.  A second later, I felt
the bed move and saw my father move in front of me on his bed.  His huge
dripping dick was right in my face.
	"Suck it pussyboy," Dad ordered.  I immediately wrapped my lips
around my father's cock and started to go down on him for the second time
that day.  "Mmmm, yeah, that's a good little faggot jock boy," Dad said as
I let him slide his thick meat back into my throat.
	I felt Rick's hand caressing and kneading my ass cheeks, running
his fingers against my hole.  "Such a nice meaty jock boy ass," Rick said.
"I'm gonna love shoving my dick up your ass boy."  I felt one of his
fingers press against my winking asshole and it slipped right in thanks to
the lube.  "Oh, I see you're already lubed up boy.  You just can't wait
till I shove my meat in your hole, can you pussy."  Rick said, pressing his
finger against that spot inside of me.  I shuddered and pushed back against
his invading finger, moaning.  "Well pussyboy, you like having your
prostate played with don't you," Rick responded.
	I finally knew what it was that felt so good when I stuck my finger
in there.  I'd heard of the prostate before, but never knew much about it.
All I knew now was that it sure felt good when somebody touched me there.
Rick continued to fingerfuck me, making me rock my hips against his
plunging finger.  I moaned loudly around my father's cock when Rick added a
second finger.
	"Man pussyboy you sure are tight," he said thrusting into me.  He
kept a steady rhythm with his fingers, slowly but surely loosening my ass.
"You like me playing with your ass boy?" Rick asked.  I moaned in response.
	"Yeah he does," Dad said as he pushed his dick in my mouth.  "My
boy is just a little pussy jock faggot."  My own cock was rock hard still,
and leaking juice onto the sheet below.  I shivered in pleasure at my
father's harsh word.  I wasn't sure why all the dirty talk turned me on so
much, but I couldn't help it.
	Before long, Rick had added a third finger to my ass, and he was
plunging away on my ass like there was no tomorrow.  I was moaning and
groaning around Dad's cock, unceasingly rocking my hips back to every brush
of his fingers against my prostate.  "Yeah, that's right pussyboy, you like
this.  I think you're about ready for my dick.  What do you say?" Rick
asked.
	I groaned again as I felt him rub his dick against my dilated hole.
I guess Dad must have handed him the Astroglide, cause I felt him pour even
more on my boyhole.  He took his cock away long enough to rub some on his
erection before he started to push against my sphincter.  I was still very
tight, despite his fingering, I was still very new at this.
	"Come on pussyboy, loosen up for my big mancock.  I know you want
it," Rick said.  I started to push out like my Dad had told me the night
before, and it seemed to help cause a few seconds later I felt Rick's huge
cockhead pierce through my sphincter.  I hissed in pain against the
intrusion, and probably would have cried out if Dad hadn't forced my mouth
down on his cock more to take my mind off of it.  I started to concentrate
on sucking his cock again, and trying to keep my lips wrapped around it,
unclenching my jaw against the pain.
	"That's right faggot suck your Daddy's cock, while Rick puts his
dick where you want him to," Dad told me.  I was bobbing up and down again
when I felt Rick start to move inside of me again.  I kept pushing out,
like I had the night before, and tried to relax so that Rick could get all
the way in.  After a few minutes, I felt Rick's pubes against my ass, he
was all the way in.
	"Oh, fuck Ben.  Your boy has such a tight hole," Rick said.
	"Yeah I know he does," Dad responded.  "My little faggot jock boy's
ass feels real good, don't it buddy."
	""Fuck yes," Rick replied.  I just kept sucking my Dad as his
friend let me get used to the intrusion.  After a bit I was really enjoying
the feel of Rick's cock inside of me, just like Dad had promised.  "Yeah,
your ready now bitch.  Get ready for the ride of your life."
	Rick started pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in.
As he pushed in his dick rubbed against my prostate.
	"Mmmmhh," I moaned around my father's leaky cock in response.
	"Yeah you like that don't you bitch," Rick said.  "You like my big
cock in your ass."  He did it again, eliciting the same response from me.
And then he was off, keeping the same steady rhythm he had with his
fingers.  At every downward plunge into me, I would moan, begging as best I
could around my father's fat cock.  My ass was beginning to stretch again,
allowing Rick easier movement, and he took advantage.  His thrusts
increased in speed and soon he had me moaning like the little bitch I was
as he fucked into me.
	"Oh, fuck yeah, take my cock you little pussy bitch," Rick grunted,
pounding me into my father's cock.  I kept on moaning and whimpering as he
fucked me, thrusting back as hard as I could onto his cock inside of me.
	"That's right faggot, take that big dick," Dad grunted.  "You love
this don't you?  Yeah you do, you love having Daddy's dick down your throat
and Rick's cock pounding your little pussyboy ass.  Go on take that cock
you horny little bitch."  My father's dirty insults just drove me more and
more crazy.  I started sucking harder and harder as I thrust back into the
cock fucking me.  Both men were grunting and moaning in lust as they got
more and more into the fuck.
	Soon I was being fucked furiously from both ends as these hot studs
fucked the daylights out of me.  I was whimpering like a whore, and
drooling around my father's cock.  I was truly becoming addicted to this
treatment.
	"So tight, such a tight pussy ass.  Oh God bitch take my cock.
Take this fuck you little bitch," Rick was hollering by now.  He was
pounding my ass into oblivion.  It was the same experience I'd had before,
feeling every inch of his huge cock pounding into me, but different at the
same time.
	""God suck my dick faggot.  Suck the cum out of your Daddy's big
cock you little jock bitch," Dad grunted.  I was being used like a whore,
and I just loved it.  I had my eyes closed, and I was whimpering
incoherently at this crazy fucking I was receiving.  I was soon delirious
with lust and my need to get off at these cocks fucking me in both ends.
	"Oh yeah, you like having this cock buried in your little pussy
jock ass don't you.  You like having big Rick fuck the shit out of you
don't you bitch," Rick grunted.  "Take all my cock, take me in your ass."
	"Ahhh fuck yeah, that's it faggot, that's it.  Ooohhhh fuck, that's
it suck your Daddy's cock harder bitch.  Suck me faggot."
	If it was possible, the fucking in both ends became more furious as
both of my men neared climax.  I was on the verge to, I realized through my
haze as they fucked into me.  Dad was the first to go off.
      "Oh shit, oh fucking shit.  I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he called out.
"Drink my juice.  Drink all of Daddy's juice faggot."
	I swallowed and swallowed as best I could, but some still leaked
out around my chin.  Rick's pounding of my prostate finally got to me, and
I had all I could.
	"Oohhh, ahhhh, aaaahhhhh," I moaned out spitting my Dad's softening
cock from my mouth as I shot my load onto the bed beneath me.
	"That's right bitch.  Get off, get fucking off," Rick yelled as my
ass tightened even more around his thrusting member.  And like a trigger he
started shooting off in my ass.
	"Oh God damn!  Take my cum pussyboy.  Take my load into your tight
little hole," he screamed out.  I felt his hot cum flood my guts as his
cock expanded even more inside of me.  And just like that it was over.  I
felt Rick's cock go soft inside of me, as he rested his chest on my back.
I slowly tried to regain my breath and slowly I collapsed on the bed in
exhaustion.  My father had sat down on the bed, and I rested my head in his
lap as we all came down from this sexual high.  Rick was lying on top of me
and we all just enjoyed the afterglow.
	Finally Rick said, "Well guys that was awesome.  Thanks for
inviting me over, this was the greatest."  Me and Dad both grunted
agreement.  We were too tired for anything else.

To be continued...

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