Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 22:14:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: Trained By The Best part 16
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Trained By The Best
Part 16
I woke up the morning after I got home from my cruise
in bed with my Baby Boy. The little guy was curled up in a
ball on his side with his back pressed against my chest. I
was on my side as well, with my knees pulled up underneath
him. The first thing I was aware of, I think it was what
woke me up, was the sticky wetness on my groin and the sheet
under my hip. I reached down between us and felt cum
seeping out of my Baby Boy's hole.
How many times did we breed this hole last night? I
started to add them all up. Roger, Rob, Steve and I all
pumped at least one load into that hole before the Coach and
his boy arrived. The two of them had each pumped a load in
and I bred him a second time in between them. After I fed
Steve a load while Rob and Roger double fucked him The Baby
begged to be fucked more so all four boys bred him again,
one after the other. The little guy was nodding off during
the last fuck and I'd carried him up to bed with me when it
was over.
All of that happened just a week after Roger and Baby
saw their mother and me off at the airport. We were taking
a two week cruise, a second honeymoon. But the honeymoon
was over in two days. My wife had arranged everything and
she'd booked us on a Swinger's Cruise. She said it was an
accident. I thought that kind of thing went out with the
70's and was pretty sure she had to look hard to find it.
It wasn't romantic; it was a huge, omni-sexual, pick-up
bar on water. My wife was enjoying the attention of lots of
younger men; cougar chasers. I was enjoying the attention
of lot's of younger men as well; Boys looking for a Daddy.
After two days we had a frank talk. We admitted to each
other that we hadn't been in love for years, just good
friends. She told me she is pretty sure I like men, and has
known for quite some time. She mentioned finding my stash
of bi porn a long time ago. She told me she wanted out of
our small town, but she didn't think there was any reason to
get a divorce. She said, "We've been good friends, who
happen to be married and live in the same house for years,
why can't we be good friends, who happen to be married and
live apart?"
She pointed out that we own a get away condo in the
city and that she could live there full time. Everything
she said made sense except her wanting to finish the cruise
together. For some reason I can't explain it was very hard
for me to see her enjoying the attentions of other men. She
offered to cut the trip short, disembark at the next port of
call and fly home. I told her I'd do just that, but that I
thought she should enjoy the rest of the cruise on her own
and have some much deserved fun. It was difficult, and
expensive, to arrange but I made it home yesterday, a week
after we left.
I wanted to tell my boys about it all together, so I
booked Rob a flight home and had Roger pick the two of us up
at the Airport. I wanted to go straight home and tell all
three of my boys everything but Rob and Roger insisted we
stop for dinner in the Airport first. In a quiet corner of
an Airport Restaurant the two of them told me everything
that had been going on since their mother and I left. They
also told me some things that had been going on under my
nose for years that I knew nothing about.
I had several drinks before during and after dinner.
The alcohol, in combination with the stories Rob and Roger
told me, had me reeling. During the hour's drive home I
sobered up some, but not all the way. Thinking about
everything the two of them had just told me had me going
from angry, to hurt, to excited and back through them all
several times. How could any one treat my boys like that?
Why was I so out of touch with my boys that I had no idea
what Rob had gone through? What kind of Father was I to be
so excited hearing about my Baby Boy sucking cock and
getting gang banged?
When we got home I was still fairly drunk. I stepped
out on the pool deck and I could hear my wife saying it
would never be a `redneck swimming hole'. I was remembering
going skinny dipping with some of my `red neck' farm boy
friends as a kid. Skinny dipping with the boys back then
was fun. It usually lead to some cock sucking and, a few
times, the cock sucking had lead to fucking. I'd put all
that behind me when I got married, at least I'd thought I
had. I had just been told that at least one of those boys
I'd skinny dipped with, sucked cock with, even fucked with,
had been fucking my boy Rob and Roger's friend Steve. I
wanted to go back to those day's when skinny dipping with a
bunch of boy's was fun.
By the time I'd sobered up I was skinny dipping with my
boys. Baby Boy was sucking my cock and I was watching the
rest of my boys breed his hole, one after the other. Baby
Boy was so good and was enjoying himself so much I just
couldn't even try to stop it all from happening. When Rob
suggested inviting Coach (my old skinny dipping suck and
fuck buddy) over and ordering pizza to get Coach's boy
there, Baby Boy got so excited, I had to say yes. The whole
night turned into an orgy.
This morning, my house is awash with fucked out men and
boys. Then again, maybe not all fucked out. Having rolled
over on my back while pondering the events of the past week,
my cock has risen to point straight up at me. My Baby Boy
rolled over to snuggle up next to me and when he started to
wake up he saw my hard cock and moved down to nurse on it.
Watching him go to work snapped me out of my reverie and
back into the here and now. I hear the sounds of men and
boys fucking through the French doors next to my bed, which
open onto a balcony overlooking the pool. I hear Coach
talking to his boy while he fucks the boy down by the pool.
I seem to remember the two of them crashing on Lounge chairs
down there last night.
I can hear the rhythm of the Coach's pounding into his
boy's hole in the Coach's voice. He tells the boy, "It's
good to see my boy putting that prick I gave him to use, but
don't think this hole is going to get a rest. This is still
my favorite hole to fuck, breed and share with other men if
I like. Isn't that right, boy?" I hear the boy answer
"Yes, Coach." Then I hear my own three oldest boys in
Roger's Room below me, they must have the door to the pool
deck open as well. I hear Roger telling Steve how good it
feels to fuck into his hole along with Rob's cock again.
Roger then asks Steve, "You love having both our Cocks in
you don't you? I bet the only thing you'd love more is
sucking Dad off while we breed your hole together, just like
last night". I hear Steve moan, "Yes, I want to suck Daddy
off again while you breed me."
I keep listening while my Baby Boy sucks my cock. I
hear the voice of Coach telling his boy he's breeding his
hole. I hear Rob and Roger grunting as they cum in Steve
together. Then I hear myself telling Baby Boy to swallow
all of my load as I feed it to him.
Now fully awake My Baby Boy looks up at me and says,
"I'm starving, what's for breakfast?"
I tell him I'll see what I can rustle up and then take him
down to Roger's room. I find Rob and Roger sitting up in
bed watching Coach fuck Steve while Steve is sucking Coaches
boy. I tell Rob that his baby Brother needs to get cleaned
up before breakfast. Rob just looks at me with a question
mark on his face and I tell him he needs to get cleaned out
more than he needs to get cleaned up. Rob nods his
understanding and I leave the Baby with him while I head
upstairs to see about some breakfast.
Up in the kitchen getting Breakfast for the gang I hear
Coach and his boy finish with Steve and then I hear the
showers turn on. One by one the gang assembles in the
kitchen and we all sit down to eggs and cereal. My wife had
left the freezer stocked with micro wave meals and the
fridge stocked with soda and juice, but not much else.
Getting groceries was added to my list of things to do
between now and Friday. While we ate I started giving out
assignments, everybody had something to do to get us started
in the preparations for the weekend.
<<<<<>>>>>
The two days after Dad got home were hectic, but fun.
We had a lot to do, but managed to get in a fair amount of
playtime. Dad spent a lot of the day Wednesday conferring
with Coach and on the phone. Thursday, Dad was in and out
of the house on errands all day. It seemed that after each
phone call or conversation or errand he had another
assignment for one or all of us. Coach and his boy spent
the day with us Wednesday, so they were there to help out,
but they went home late Wednesday evening. Everybody went
back to school Thursday, so Dad just had me to get things
done for him. By the end of the day Thursday I had a pretty
good idea of what Dad and Coach had planned.
In between our various assignments, we found plenty of
time to have fun. I lost count of how many times Baby Bro
got fucked, sucked cock or both. Since he was the only one
too young to drive, making it impossible to send him out on
errands, and he was too little to be of much help with the
heavy stuff he spent most of the day Wednesday playing in
the pool and trying to get the rest of us out there to play
with him. He was hard to resist.
Thursday, when Roger, Steve and Baby Bro got home from
school Dad decided he and I had earned a break so we all
went out for a swim and, well, it was pretty much the same
thing as Tuesday when we got home. Baby Bro got pumped full
of as much Brother and Daddy cum as we could pump into him
before the little guy's bed time.
Today has been pretty calm. The brother's are all in
school and there were only a few things left to do at home.
When everything was ready, Dad took me out for lunch. He
gave me the run down on the plans for the evening and
everything I needed to set the plans in motion. After lunch
he dropped me off at Steve's house and told me to get
thing's started. As Dad drove off, leaving me standing on
the corner a few houses down the street I flashed back to
the first time I had ridden down this block with Steve Sr.
on my way to baby-sit Steve Jr. Not all that much had
changed except the neighborhood was more run down.
I went up to the front door and found it standing open.
I could see Steve senior, asleep on the sofa in the living
room. I knocked on the door frame, but he didn't budge so I
called out to him. Steve moved a little, but didn't wake
up. I walked in and shut the door behind me. I looked
around the room and saw not much had changed inside other
than there were a couple cases worth of empty beer cans
scattered all over. I put the bag Dad had given me down on
the table, pulled out one of the bottles and a pair of shot
glasses, poured two shots and yelled at Steve, "Want another
shot?"
Steve opened his eyes, saw the shot glass I was holding
in front of his face, grabbed it and drank it. I quickly
took the empty glass from him and handed him the full one,
which he promptly drank. It wasn't until he'd had both
shots that he looked at me. He seemed to be trying to
figure out who I was while I poured another shot. I traded
glasses and he emptied the third shot then said, "I don't
know who you are, but keep `em comin'."
I continued pouring shots, and he continued drinking
them. I told him who I was and he had trouble remembering
me. When it finally hit him he asked me what I was after.
I told him I was just checking on him because Steve Jr. had
been at my Dad's house all week and wouldn't tell anybody
why he left.
Steve went off on a tirade telling me, "The ungrateful
little bastard up and disappeared on me, left me high and
dry." He kept ranting about Steve, in between shots and
then asked me, "What am I gonna do Friday when the guys show
up for poker?"
The schmuck didn't even know what day of the week it
was. I told Steve it was Friday already, but he didn't have
anything to worry about. I said my Dad had insisted Roger
bring Steve home after school. Steve asked, "Who the hell
is Roger?" I explained that Roger is my younger brother,
Steve's best friend. I assured him Roger would have Steve
home in plenty of time for poker night. Steve asked what
time it was and I told him, "It's 2:00, they should be here
in half an hour." Before I poured the next shot, I switched
to a different bottle and started pouring from it. Steve
kept downing the shots as I poured them, but he was slowing
down a bit.
Roger and Steve Jr. arrived right on schedule. When
Steve saw them he started to cuss Steve Jr. out and tried to
get up off of the couch. All he managed to do was mumble
and roll off of the couch onto the floor. Roger and Steve
Jr. helped me get him back on the couch. Once we had him
propped up, almost in a sitting position, Steve Sr. just
looked at us; his eye's slowly sliding back and forth from
Roger to Steve Jr. to me and then back.
Steve Jr. went into the kitchen and came back with a
knife which he used to cut his Dad's boxers off. I asked
Steve Jr. if he thought we should take him into the shower
and clean him out. Steve Jr. told me he thought it would be
too much trouble and that he figured the asshole hadn't had
anything other than beer in days anyway. It was at that
moment that Steve Sr. started to piss. He pissed all over
himself and the sofa. That wasn't part of the plan.
Roger told Steve to go get whatever clean towels he
could find then went into the kitchen. Steve Jr. came back
with a few not to dirty towels and said they were the best
he could find. Roger came back with a bucket of soapy
water. Roger poured the soapy water on Steve Sr. and the
sofa then went back in the kitchen for more while Steve Jr.
and I got him flipped over. Roger poured the second bucket
of water on Steve Sr. and the three of us got him onto one
of the towels laid out on the floor and dried him off with
the others.
When we were done we made a pile of chair cushions and
bed pillows in the middle of the room, covered it with a
blanket and then laid Steve Sr. on his stomach on top. Once
we had everything arranged I stood in front of Steve and
started to unbuckle my belt. I told Steve we weren't sure
what he'd used on me all those years ago, but we were told
that what we gave him was the best date rape drug available.
I told him that he should be just fine in the morning, but
maybe a little sore.
Once I had my pants open and my cock out I knelt in
front of Steve. The head of my cock hit him in the face. I
tilted his head up so that I could look right into his eyes
and said, "Aren't you an eager little cocksucker, you need
some help?"
I put the head of my cock on his tongue. I looked into
Steve's eye's again and said, "Don't that look purdy, a
hungry little cocksucker with his mouth hanging open,
waiting for me to fill it."
I buried my cock in Steve's face and ground my bush
into his nose then started fucking, ramming in and out of
his throat as hard as I could. I told him how good he was.
I told him he was a great cocksucker who obviously loved
going down on a hard cock. I told him how much I liked
watching him make my cock disappear into his mouth. When I
came, I came buried as far as I could get into his throat
and told him to, "Suck it out and swallow it down."
After I'd emptied my balls, I pulled out and wiped my
cock off on Steve's face. I looked at Steve Jr. and told
him it was his turn. Steve was standing behind his Dad with
his Jeans down to his knees stroking his hard cock. Steve
kicked his Dad's feet apart and knelt between them, he spit
on his cock, grabbed his Dad's cheeks, spread them open, put
the head of his cock up to his Dad's hole and shoved in
about half way. Steve Sr. made a noise in his throat that
sounded like he was trying to scream and Steve Jr. said,
"Yeah Dad, tell me how much you like my cock in your hole.
You want it all, don't you?"
Steve rammed the rest of the way into his father's hole
and started fucking. Steve fucked hard, fast and furious.
When he came Steve just pushed all the way in and held still
for a few minutes. Then he pulled out and stood up, walked
around to his father's face, knelt down , shoved his cock in
and out of his father's mouth a few times then pulled his
pant's up and walked out the door telling Roger he'd wait in
the truck.
Roger and I left Steve Sr. in the living room and went
into Steve Jr's room. We packed up anything that we thought
Steve Jr. might want and Roger took it out to his truck. A
little while later Dad arrived and shortly after him Ass
Chief came through the door asking, "Why's the bastard
sitting out in that truck with his little bitch?"
My Dad answered him, "That is my son you just called a
little bitch, and that was my son you raped Sunday Night."
Ass Chief just laughed and said, "I didn't rape anybody, the
cocksucker was afraid I'd haul his ass off to jail for
public indecency, he begged me to fuck him instead."
Dad said the video from the squad showed something
completely different. Ass Chief stopped laughing and said
no one has access to those tapes except him and the chief,
"And that shithead would have to put the bottle down and get
up off his ass to pull them, I know I don't have to worry
about that happening before I get a chance to erase them."
Dad reminded Ass Chief that the Chief is the mayor's
nephew and does what the mayor tells him to do. Dad told
Ass Chief that when the Man whose family owns the only bank
in town asks the mayor for a favor the favor gets done. Dad
told Ass Chief it was to late to erase the tape, because it
had already been downloaded and the only person who had
access to it was that man who had asked the mayor for a
favor.
While Dad was dealing with the Ass Chief the only other
poker player who hadn't been told not to show up came in the
door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his boss
there and didn't move a muscle while my Dad finished telling
Ass Chief what was going to happen to him now that he was
taking very early retirement.
When Dad had finished with Ass Chief he turned to his
vice president for business loans and mortgages. Dad very
calmly informed the man that Rob was moving back to town to
work in the family business. Dad told the man that Rob
would be starting as Vice President at the end of the month
and thanked the man in advance for his resignation.
Dad told the men that this was the last poker night and
that they were the only attendees other than the host. Dad
turned to me then and said we were leaving. We walked out
the front door and got in the car, but didn't go home right
away. Dad drove around to the alley and I got out to check
on the poker party, I crept up to a window and peeked in to
see Steve getting fucked in both ends by an ex bank Vice
president and a former Assistant Chief of Police.
We got home to find preparations were well under way.
Steve and Roger had gotten there before us; Coach and his
boy were also there. The four of them were helping the
delivery men move the new stuff into the basement rec room.
One of the things we'd done on Wednesday was move Roger and
Steve up to the two bedrooms on the third floor. There were
two bedrooms with a shared bath up there. Now a Pool table,
poker table and some leather chairs were being delivered.
The delivery man, Carl had brought along his two boys, Jake
and Josh, to help; it was late and his regular men were off
for the day. Dad took Coach and his boy upstairs while I
pitched in to help with the new furniture.
<<<<<>>>>>
Dick told the boy and me that everything was all set
back at the asshole's shack. The boy didn't know what we
were talking about so I just told him to come along with me
and I'd show him. We pulled up in front of the shack just
as Ass Chief and his new best buddy were leaving. They both
leered at my boy and told me Bank Dick had told them no one
else was coming. I told them the man's name is Richard and
that my boy and I were just the clean up crew.
I waited till they were both gone before the boy and I
went in. It was a sight to behold. The little shit was
draped across a pile of stuff in the middle of the room, ass
up in the air and head hanging down. I walked the boy
around front of the last poker game and introduced him. I
told the asshole that I was training my boy to use his nice
big cock on hungry holes and I added, "Since today is your
training day, I figured he could get in some training down
your throat while I work on your ass"
A gave the boy a playful smack on his butt and said,
"let's get to it boy".
I went around Steve and my boy and I opened up and got
our Pricks out together. We knelt in front of and behind
Steve and lined our Pricks up with his holes. I gave the
boy a nod and we both rammed in together, so hard we lifted
Steve up off his pile a bit. We kept our eye's locked
together and started fucking in and out in sync. After a
few minutes we were each watching the other's prick fuck in
and out of Steve. When we picked up speed and were getting
close I looked up to see the boy was already watching my
face. I gave him a wink and we both buried in and pumped
Steve full.
After the boy and I went into the bathroom and cleaned
up a bit we went back out to tell Steve goodbye. I told he
should know that the drug would wear off by morning, if not
before and that I'd leave the door open so that he could
call out for help if he needed anything in the meantime.
The boy and I walked out, leaving Steve's front door as
wide open as his hole was. We got into our car and I looked
back to see the boys had set Steve up just right. Looking
through the open door from out here on the street I had a
perfect view of Steve's ass sticking up in the air just
begging to be fucked.
The boy told me he needed to get to work. I turned to
him and told him, "You're not working tonight, boy. We've
got us a party to go to!"
<<<<<>>>>>
When the coach and his boy got back from clean up duty,
the rest of the party had arrived. Carl's truck was empty
and he and his boy's were playing the first game of pool on
the new table with Rob. Roger and Steve were helping Tony
from `PIZZA-ETC' get the food and drinks set up at the wet
bar which we'd dusted off and re-stocked over the past two
day's. Tony's regular help had the evening off so he
brought his boy, Vince, along to help but as soon as Vince
and Baby Boy saw each other, they were off to the pool,
clothes flying every which way. Turns out they are in the
same grade and have been friends for years.
Coach came in and told his boy to go help with the
food, pulling Me, Tony and Carl into the office off of the
rec room; Rob handed his pool cue to Jake and followed. We
went over the plans for the night, rehashing as a group the
things we talked about over the phone for the past few days
one-on-one. Tony and Carl both said again that they were
ready to include their boys in the new Poker Nights. Tony
said he'd been playing around some with Vince, but the boy's
ass was still cherry and other than sucking a little on the
head of Tony's cock, so was his mouth. Carl said his boy's
had been acting like they were interested for a long time
and he wasn't sure about it but he thought they'd been
jerking each other off. As far as he knew, though, they
were both Cherry all the way.
Rob chuckled and Carl asked him what was so funny. Rob
said that since no one was holding back Carl ought to know
about Josh and Jake at the pool party last Sunday. Rob told
us all about what had gone on between Jake, Josh and the
other boy's. By the time he finished Carl, along with the
rest of us, had to adjust his hardening cock in his pants a
couple of times.
We decided to get comfortable and get the party
started. The five of us stripped and left our clothes in
the office as we headed back out into the rec room and took
seats at the poker table. Rob told the boys that this was a
poker and pool party. The men would play poker while the
boys could play pool, swim or watch TV. Rob then told the
boys that when the men were through playing poker, they
would decide what to do as a group.
While Rob was talking Steve stripped down and then
rolled a chair up to the poker table. Before sitting down,
Steve stood behind the empty chair and looked towards me. I
nodded to him and he sat down at the poker table. I told
the group, "My boy Steve is 18 and entitled to play poker
with the men."
The first hand was for Vince; we let Tony win. The
second game was for Jake; Coach won and Josh started to
squirm. The third and last hand was for Josh: we let his
dad, Carl win that hand. All the boys had gathered round to
watch as they figured out what we were playing for. When
we'd finished the last hand everyone was gathered round the
table except the two youngest, Vince and my Baby, who were
still out playing in the pool. Josh told Jake to go bring
them inside. Jake started to head out the door then stopped
and looked at his Dad. Carl nodded and said, "Go ahead,
Son."
When Jake came back inside with the little ones there
was already a discussion going on about who should go first.
It was decide that we should go from Oldest to youngest.
Carl called Jake to him and told him that Coach had won
Jakes cherry in the second poker hand, and told Jake to
strip.
Jake peeled his clothes off and walked over to the
Coach, who was still sitting in his poker chair. Coach told
Jake that it would be much easier on his hole if he sucked
Coach's prick first and got it slick with spit. Jake
dropped to his knees and was about to go down on The Coach's
cock when Josh yelled, "NO."
Carl asked Josh what was wrong. Carl said, "It looks
to me like your brother wants this, look at him, he's got
wood just thinking about it".
Jake just sort of sputtered for a minute and then spat
out, "Yeah, He's a slut and he wants it, but I don't want
him too."
Carl walked over to Josh and asked him, "What makes you
think you have anything to say about it? Jake is your older
brother and he's my son. Who are you to say what he should
do?"
Jake was getting so frustrated he was turning red when
he looked up at his Dad and said, "He may be your son, but
he's my bitch. He sucks cock when I tell him to and nobody
but me fucks his hole."
Carl put his hands on Josh's shoulders and said, "Boy,
you are my son, my baby boy. Jake is my boy as well. Coach
won the right to pop Jakes Cherry. It sound's to me as
though you've already done that, without my permission."
Carl turned to Coach and said, "It's your call, Coach.
You won Jake's Cherry but Josh already popped that. I have
another cherry hole here, it's yours if you want it."
Coach hesitated for a moment then said, "I think I'm
satisfied with Jake here, cherry or not. It would be nice,
though, if Josh has a real good view of my prick taking what
he seems to think is his."
Carl walked Josh around and stood him next to Coach's
chair. Coach turned his attention back to Jake, still
kneeling in front of him, and told Jake to go ahead. Jake
started working his way down Coach's cock. Coach looked up
at Carl and said, "Cherry or not Jakes hole is going to need
all the help it can get to take my Prick. If you don't
mind, I think Josh here should work his tongue and some spit
into that hole to open it up for me."
Carl moved Josh around behind Jake and
pushed him down on his knees behind his brother.
Coach, Carl and the rest of us watched Josh
start to rim Jake's hole. Once Josh had
Jakes hole loosened up and slick, Coach said it was breeding
time. Carl pulled Josh off Jakes hole and back to stand
beside Coach's chair. Jake stood, turned around and started
to lower his ass toward Coach's cock. Coach held his cock
up and directed it into Jake's hole then took hold of Jake's
hips and pulled him down slowly until Jake was sitting on
Coach's lap with Coach's cock buried completely in Jake's
hole. Coach turned to Carl and Josh and said Jake's hole
was nice and tight, even if it wasn't cherry.
Carl stepped from behind Josh and up in front of Jake.
Jake wasted no time in sucking down his father's cock,
burying his nose in his father's bush in one gulp. Carl
told Jake, "Get it good and wet for your brother's hole."
After Jake had sucked up and down on His Dad's cock a
few times Carl pulled out and stepped up behind Josh. Carl
bent Josh over, pushing his face just a few inches away from
Jake's ass riding up and down Coach's cock. Carl put the
head of his cock up to Josh's hole and said, "Never forget
again, boy. Both of my boy's holes are mine, your brother's
and your's."
Before the last two words were out of his mouth, Carl's
cock was buried in his baby boy's hole. Carl gave Josh just
a minute to adjust and then started fucking. Both of Carl's
boys were getting fucked, Josh for the first time. Carl
couldn't hold out for long. Carl started pounding into Josh
faster and harder then asked Coach if he was close. Coach
said he was ready to breed Jake's hole anytime. Carl told
coach, "Do it, breed him now, I want Josh to know he and his
brother are getting bred at the same time."
Coach pulled Jake down on his Cock and held him down by
his shoulders while he pumped cum into the boy's hole. Carl
kept fucking full strokes in and out while telling Josh
that his Daddy was breeding his hole, leaving his seed
behind to mark it his.
Coach pulled Jake back onto his chest and we all saw
Jakes hard cock sticking straight up. Carl was still buried
in Josh, letting the last few spurts of seed empty out of
his cock deep inside Josh's hole. Josh was still bent over;
his face was now hovering over Jakes cock. Carl pushed Josh
down a little further and told him to suck his brother off.
Josh tried to resist a little, but opened his mouth and let
his Dad push him down on Jake's cock. In less than a
minute, Jake threw his head back and started jerking his
cock up into his brother's mouth. Carl kept a hand between
Josh's shoulder blades and told him to swallow it all.
When Jake was through pumping his cum into his
brother's mouth Tony got up and rolled his chair over behind
Carl. When he felt the chair bump his calves Carl sat down,
taking Jake with him and keeping his cock planted in Jake's
hole.
Tony walked over to Vince and took Vince's head in both
hands. Tony kissed Vince on the forehead then pushed Vince
down to his knees. The boy knew what to do and sucked the
head of his father's cock into his mouth. Tony told Vince
that he was doing a good job, but said that he was going to
go further this time.
We all watched as Tony talked his boy through the boys
first face fucking. It took a while, but Tony worked his
cock into the boy's mouth and then into his throat. Once
Tony had his balls against Vince's chin he started fucking
slowly in and out of the boy's face. It was incredible to
watch as Tony pulled his cock all the way out of Vince's
mouth and then pushed in all the way down the boy's throat
for several minutes. The last time, Tony pulled his cock
out of Vince's mouth he just pushed the head of his cock
back through the boy's lips. Tony told the boy to close his
lips tight and not to swallow. We could see Tony's cum
pulse through his Cock as he filled Vince's mouth. When he
was done, Tony looked down at Vince and said, "Ok, now, when
I push back into your throat you swallow my cock and cum
together.
Tony slid his cock all the way into the boy's face and
we all watched to see Vince swallow as the head of his
father's cock pushed into his throat. Tony stopped and told
Vince, "Ok, now, open wide as you can."
Tony pulled his Cock out of Vince's throat and we could
all see it was coated with a mixture of his own cum and the
boy's spit. Tony hooked his hands under Vince's arms, stood
him up, turned him around, bent him over and started easing
his cock into the boy's hole. Tony took at least five
minutes to ease his cock into Vince's hole and pop the boy's
cherry. The fucking that followed was just as slow and
lasted a good half hour. When Tony finally buried his cock,
balls deep, in Vince's hole he leaned over and whispered in
Vince's ear, "Daddy's breeding your hole Baby, filling you
up."
The rest of the evening was full of fucking and
sucking. Boys fucking and sucking each other, Daddy's
fucking their boy's holes and Daddy's sharing those holes
with others. Before the night was through everybody there
had pumped a load into my Baby Boy, he was as happy as he
could be.
When I climbed in my bed with my Baby boy and he curled
up next to me to go to sleep, My house was full of men and
boy's in various combinations, some already asleep, some
still fucking.
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When it was time for Mom to come home, Dad packed some
of her stuff up and we all went to meet her at the airport
in two cars. We took mom to the condo in the city and left
her there with her stuff and her car. A few weeks later she
came home and movers met her here to pack up her antiques
and stuff to move them to the city. The first time I went
to visit her there, it looked just like our house always
used to.
After mom moved all of her things out, Dad made some
more changes. Mom took their bedroom furniture so Dad got a
giant platform bed and a huge flat screen in there. He had
their bathroom redone to; he has a big shower that we can
use together in there now. Down stairs he turned the
garage, the old bathroom, laundry room and office into a gym
with a locker room and giant shower just like we have in the
locker room at school.
Rob moved back home and works with Dad at the bank now.
Roger and Steve still live up on the third floor. They're
both in college now; they commute to the school in the next
town over.
We have Poker Night every week now, since he turned 18
Roger gets to play poker with the Dad's. On Saturday some
of the guys come over to work out in the gym. Sometimes
they just spent the night and we all have breakfast together
before we work out.
Last week Tony, Vince, Coach, Marc Dad and I were all
in the gym working out together. Coach was spotting me
doing bench presses and I couldn't stop staring at his cock
hanging over my face. I tried to lick the head a couple of
times and he told me, "You can suck my prick and I'll breed
your hole AFTER you finish you're work out."
Vince asked me, "Didn't you get enough last night, Dick
Wad?
Tony reminded Vince he'd sucked his share of cock the
night before and told him not to call me names. Vince said,
"Dick Wad is his name."
Everybody laughed and started giving Vince shit until
Dad said, "It is his name. His Birth certificate reads:
Richard Waddell Peters IV. All of us have been known by the
nickname Dick, but some of us choose to change to Rich or
Richard as we get older."
Coach laughed again and said, "No wonder you never told
anyone what the `W' stands for. Being Dick Peters was bad
enough; the nicknames we gave you and ribbing you took were
awful. If we'd have known your middle name.."
Dad finished for him, ".you would have called me Dick
Wad Peters, Edwina Weener"
Coach stopped laughing and said, "That's Edwin Alfred
Weinnert to you, Dick Wad."
Dad and Coach couldn't stop laughing after that.
This ends the series Trained By The Best. If you have
enjoyed reading about the men and boys in this fictional
small town look for my next series: COACH-ED
Thanks, FITCH