Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 22:06:25 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Weekend with Dad 3 (End)

This story is completely fictional.  Any similarities to people and events
that have happened is purely coincidental. The people in this story are
fictional, as is the fact that they aren't using condoms.  This story deals
with consentual sex between males in the same family.  If this offends you,
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        "Well," Trevor said with another smile.  "I guess it's good, then.
Hal, welcome to the group...son."
	I looked from Hal to Marcus and to my dad.  Dad knew.  I could tell
from the look on his face that he'd known who this was and probably from
the minute Hal walked in the door.  One of the rules of this little club
was that no one brought their home life here.  No wives talk, no kids, no
job bullshit, just come in, get naked, fuck or suck and go home at the end
of the weekend.  The only reason I'd been brought in was because the whole
thing had been my idea.  I wanted to be the ring-fucking-center of all
these hot guys and have my face, my chest, my ass and any other part they
could hit covered with man-cream! It was my fetish and I was lucky enough
to have a dad who had horny friends just ready to accommodate it.
	"Well, boy," dad said to Hal, taking the leash again.  "You can
start on this piece right here.  Open wide and don't gag."
	Hal dropped to his knees like his bones had snapped.  He had my
father's cock in his mouth quicker than I could have and Trevor was falling
in behind his son, kissing my father and pulling at dad's pert nipples.
Brian bent down and maneuvered the new "boy" into a crouching position,
then slid under him to go at his impressive cock.  Edward moved in close
and then straddle Brian's torso, reaching behind him to stroke on the hard
cock that stood there.
	"Can we fuck him?" Darren asked and when the kiss was ended, Trevor
answered.
	"He loves as many hot cocks as he can get up his ass," he said,
`proud father' tone creeping into his voice.  "He's been a little barren
since he graduated and the football team wasn't readily available."
	"Son of a bitch!" Darren swore with a smile.  "He did the football
team?"
	"Hell yes," Trevor said, almost with pride.  "The boy's a cock
hound and a half.  I watched him take three of the fuckers on at once."
	"Fucked him in the mouth and the ass, huh?" Darren said, impressed.
	"No," was the clarification.  "Hal took them all up his ass."
	"NO fucking way!" Edward said, straddling Brian's cock.  "All three
of the fuckers up that sweet chute? My god!"
	"Yes sir. My son's a hot fuck."
	Dad moved his hips back and forth as Trevor moved aside for
Darren's dark cock.  I watched in awe as this new cummer had my father
moaning and thrusting in no time at all. I knew how hard a task that was.
	"Jealous, baby?" Reynolds said from behind me, his hand on my right
nipple.
  "Why don't we go to your room and let them have their fun?"
	I stood and watched my father's eyes settle on me.  He saw
Reynolds' hand on my chest and to my second shock of the day, nodded and
smiled a bit, cocking his head in the direction of HIS room, not mine.
Damn. This wasn't what I'd expected.  I didn't give it long to be
questioned and I followed Reynolds out of the room.  When we reached the
hallway, I took his hand and led him to my father's room and closed the
door.
	"What do you know about my dad?" I asked him, pushing him back on
the bed.
	"Not a lot. We don't socialize outside of this house, remember?"
	"Don't lie to me." I said to him.  "This is all just a little too
easy. You knew all along about my dad and me. How did you know?"
	"Let's not talk about it right now, alright?" he said, reaching for
me.  "Please, let's just enjoy some time to ourselves."
	"No, Marcus," I said to him, my tone not angry but insistent.  "I
want to know.  I don't like for you to keep things like this from me."
	A cloud of something came over his face for a minute and then he
stood up from the bed and turned to face me.
	"Don't be angry." He said to me, not touching me.  "Me and your dad
had a thing. We fucked once or twice.  It wasn't serious and we both knew
it was just fucking. One afternoon while you were at school and your mom
was gone, he called me over for a quickie in the garage and he had a pair
of your underwear in the car."
	I knew which pair he meant.
	"I asked him about them and he told me all about it." Marcus went
on.  "Right as he was cumming. Cum Confessions." He added with a chuckle.
	"And that's all?"
	"That's all."
	"You didn't know about Hal?"
	"Nobody knew about Hal. Trevor didn't tell any of us what he was
doing."
	"My dad knew." I said to him, sitting on the bed.  "I could see it
in his face that he knew.  Maybe not all along but he knew that Hal was
Trevor's son."
	"So, why are you so worried about it?" Marcus asked with a slight
smile.  "Are you afraid someone's going to come in and steal your position
in the middle of all those hot guys?"
	"No, I'm afraid he's going to steal my dad."
	Marcus hadn't been ready for this answer.  Most any OTHER answer
but this one just struck him.  Taking a long moment, the older man took me
in his arms and held me.  For an even longer moment, we said nothing to one
another but stood there, holding and breathing.  My head rested easily on
Marcus' shoulder and I felt safe.
	"You know that's not going to happen." Marcus finally said, taking
some pressure off the silence in the room.  "Your father is never going
anywhere."
	Again, silence.
	I really didn't want to hear where this was going to go so I moved
to go but Marcus held me.  In a slow movement, Marcus picked me up into his
arms and took me to the side of the bed that was reserved for my father and
laid me gently on top.  With catlike grace and still no sound, Marcus
covered my body, letting his arm stay under my head.  The firm pressure of
his body was a comfort.  Marcus stayed and kissed my lips tenderly and I
kissed him eagerly.
	There was no tongue, just lips.  Kisses that strayed to
collarbones, earlobes, cheeks, eyelids and finally back to other lips were
exchanged between us.  I was completely caught up in the sweetness and
tenderness Marcus was showing my body.  This hadn't happened in the entire
time I'd been having these regular sessions with the guys.  Marcus had
never been rough with me in a way that said this kind of tenderness wasn't
possible but it had never manifest itself like this before.  I lay still
and let the exploration of my body continue, delighting in this change of
pace.
	Marcus' mouth moved with agonizing slowness down the plane of my
chest, taking my nipples into his mouth one at a time and teasing them to
the point of hardness before sliding his face along my hairy stomach,
letting his own long hair trail over the skin there.  His tongue dipped
into the slit of my navel and I shuddered.  Marcus dragged his nose through
my pubic bush and over my now-hard cock, over my balls, tight in their
fleshy sack and into the crack beneath.  With deliberate slowness, Marcus
let his lips drag over the flesh there, never parting them but the
anticipation of this driving me crazy.  I couldn't stand it; I began moving
his hips up in an attempt to force Marcus into pleasuring me where I wanted
it most.
	"Sorry, pup," the older said with a playful finger through the fur
under my balls.  "This isn't your show.  I'm going to show you what a man
can do when he takes his sweet time."
	Kisses all along the insides of my thighs, down the insides of my
legs, my knees, ankles, each toe, the arch of each foot and back up to my
waist told me that Marcus was going to do just that.  By the time his mouth
reached mine both of us were enflamed and wanting nothing more than to put
out that flame.  Marcus moved slowly atop me and took a firm thigh in his
grip, moving my legs a good distance apart so that he could position
himself there.
	The head of his cock dripped against my own and Marcus smiled down.
Their earlier kitchen escapade was fresh with them both.  Marcus reached
between them and slid just the head of himself into the waiting hole.  I
sucked in a breath and waited for the rest but it never came.
	"I was serious." Marcus replied to my hip-thrashing demand to be
filled.
	With agonizing slowness, Marcus slid into me.  Inch by slow inch
slid forward and into the writhing form I presented him with until we were
fully connected by the long, flesh-pole.  As the older man slid into me, I
could fully appreciate the length and girth of the piece that was filling
my ass.  In the kitchen, it had been quick and while pleasurable, could
have been a little more than just fast.
	With deliberate care and concentration, Marcus set up a delicious
rhythm.  In and out of my gripping, hugging asshole, he fucked himself.  He
lifted me head with the arm under my head and kissed me, deeply.  His
tongue mined the inside treasure and I moaned against him.  His prick
pulsed with this additional acceptance as he fucked slowly and
methodically.  There was a distinct method to this type of lovemaking and
he was going to prove his point to the fullest.
	"Tell me Carter," He said, gripping my hard cock and beginning to
masturbate me in unison of the fucking he was getting.  "Does this feel
good?"
	"Yes..." was the delirious response as pre-cum oozed as emphasis.
	"You like my cock in your ass, slow-fucking you to a boil?"
	"Goddamn, yes..."
	"Want me to continue to do it?" Marcus said, his voice even and
low, his hand increasing a bit.  "I could do this for hours, every day..."
	"Oh...god...fuck me." I answered him, arching my back, trying to
kiss the man who brought me this pleasure.  "Please fuck me faster,
Marcus...please?"
	"No, I like this pace," Was the measure response as the older man's
hips never stopped moving but didn't speed up in the slightest.  "I'm about
to cum, Carter.  I can either fill that sweet hole or I can bathe you in
the stuff.  Your choice, boy."  He said, deliberately using the word `boy'
to gauge reaction, I was sure.  "Tell me what you want, boy."
	"Inside..." I gasped, my own orgasm close.  "Please, cum inside
me!"
	"You're sure?"
	"Goddammit, yes!" I said, feeling my head lolling back in pleasure.
"Please, fucking cum in me; let me feel you spew your juice in me!"
	"Tell me one more thing, baby..." Marcus said, going fully inside
of me this time, holding us together as I felt my balls tighten.
	"What?" I moaned with his impending orgasm, wondering what more he
could possibly want me to say at a time like this.
	"Has your father ever fucked you like this?"  Marcus asked, his
cock twitching once before filling my ass with spewing cum.
	I couldn't answer as I came in long, sharp torrents that
criss-crossed my stomach and the edges of Marcus' gripping hand.  My entire
body convulsed and I shot another load along the side of my chest.  A long
moan slipped from my lips and I fell backward on the bed as I was released.
	"Bravo."
	Marcus turned first, and then I sat up on the bed, supporting
myself with my arms to see where the new voice came from.  Standing in the
doorway, arms crossed across his broad chest, leaning against the doorframe
on his shoulder was my father.  I wondered how long he'd been there and
just how much of this he'd watched.
	"Charles, I..." Marcus started but stopped as my father came into
the room and closed the door behind him.
	I felt Marcus pull back and my father barked for him to stop.
	"You never answered him, son." Dad said, climbing up onto the bed
with us.  "Has your father ever fucked you like he did?"
	I looked to my dad and to Marcus as my father moved onto the bed
behind me.
  There was a tone to dad's voice that made me a bit afraid.  I didn't
really know how to react to what was happening.  My father sat me up, a
difficult thing since Marcus' cock was still in my ass, and strangely,
still hard. Dad moved in behind me and when he lifted me up I knew what he
meant to do.  His cock was hard as it slid along the base of my spine and
harder as it dipped under me and grazed my balls.
	"Dad?" I started but felt the heavy pressure of his hand on my
back.
	"Shut the FUCK up." He barked, his other hand pushing the head of
his cock against the one in my ass, already.
	"Charles, I know you're angry."
	"Quiet." Dad silenced Marcus too.  "Just do what you do best and
fuck my son." He said, his head squeezing against the one inside of me.
His hand pushed me forward, opening me a bit.
	The initial pain was exquisite as my father's rod slid a half an
inch into me.  His hand was still on my back and I couldn't move anywhere
but forward.
  His other hand held his rod still as he pushed into me.  A whimper
escaped me and I reached forward to hold Marcus tightly around the waist.
Those hands, the ones belonging to Marcus, reached back and held me as my
father's cock slid into me and I fought the urge to scream.  The pain,
again, was terrific.
	"You come into my house," Dad said, pushed completely inside me.
"I let you use my son...like you wanted." He continued, settling into me
and pulling me by the shoulders back toward him.  "Then, you break the one
rule I set for you guys."
	"But I wanted it!" I said to my father, not able to see his face.
"I...uh..."  I tried to continue but the throb of his cock against Marcus'
was distracting.
	"I said shut the fuck up, Carter." Dad said against me as he held
me around the stomach.  "Then," he went on, talking again to Marcus.
"That's not enough.  Once isn't enough, you have to bring him to MY bed and
do it again!"
	His hips moved and dad's cock moved with it.  Marcus was trapped
there, as well.  There was something about this that excited him.  It
always had.  When Edward was double-fucked by either Brian or Darren, he
watched with an extra excitement.  I knew this was turning him on in spite
of my father's anger. I felt that they were going to split me in two as I
moved to attempt some type of comfort.
	"He's my son, Reynolds." Dad said, fastening his hands on my hips,
lifting me up a bit and slamming his cock into me.  "Feel that? I fuck this
hole!"  Dad said and slammed into me again, jarring both Marcus and me.  "I
fuck that hole when it needs to be fucked! That's my fucking hole!" He
repeated, slamming me again and slapping my ass as he maneuvered me.
	Marcus said nothing.  He looked at me and I closed my eyes. It
wasn't that I didn't want to look at him but rather that I didn't want him
to see the pain in my eyes as the two cocks in my ass tore at my insides.
There was no use saying anything to my father, he was too angry and too
hell-bent on proving what he was saying.
	"Fuck," I whispered, against my will.
	"What, boy?" Dad said, his hand tangling in my hair to pull it back
toward him.  "What did you say? Fuck? You want me to fuck you, now?"
	I felt him stop.  Then, his powerful arms were under me and pulling
me off the two of them.  Before I could do anything else, he had me on the
bed, on my stomach with my face in the mattress and he was on top of me,
his cock finding my asshole again. He was inside me and fucking again as if
nothing had happened.
	"Get the fuck around here and put that cock in his mouth!" He
ordered Marcus and as quickly as Dad's meat had been in my hole, I was
swallowing Marcus' sweet pole and feeling his balls pound against my
face. "Yeah, fuck that face! That's what the little cockwhore likes! He
likes to be used from both ends, don't you, boy!"
	Two hands slammed down on my ass, slapping me hard and then taking
handfuls of flesh and knotting them in his grip.  He held me like that for
a while, fucking in and out of my ass like a pile driver, forcing me
forward onto Marcus' cock, gagging me on it.  His strokes into my hole were
so forceful and moving that Marcus' hips couldn't keep time and I was
choked on cock with each movement my father made.  All I could do was moan
my acceptance of what my father had said.  My hands were holding me on the
bed, I couldn't do anything with either of them.
	"Feed him, Marcus." Dad instructed and I noticed he used his first
name and didn't call him "Reynolds".  "Feed that cum-hungry, bitch boy that
mancream!" Dad went on, fucking me even harder, if that were possible.  "DO
IT!" he roared and I felt Marcus' cock slide from my aching jaws.
	He stroked it furiously and I saw from the way his legs spread and
his body tightened that he was going to cum quickly!
	"Take it, fucker!" Dad said, slapping both of my asscheeks again as
he fucked with equal fury.  "Don't spill a goddamn drop of it, either!"
	With a guttural growl, Marcus reached out with one hand to steady
my head, face and mouth, hooking his thumb into the latter.  His cock was
positioned inches from my face and he roared as he released three strong
jets of delicious, white-hot cum into my waiting mouth!  I didn't swallow
^Ö I wanted to savor the taste!  His thumb held my mouth open for a moment
and then, Marcus' own mouth clamped onto mine, his tongue shoving through
my lips to mingle with the cum and my own tongue!
	"That's it, you nasty fucks! Taste that man-cream together!" Dad
roared, still fucking me mercilessly and slapping my asscheeks.  "Swap that
scum ^Ö eat it! Swallow that fucking load, boys!"
	My father's strokes didn't slow for a moment when I felt the first
of four long jets of steaming fuck juice blast up into my asshole!  I
moaned against Marcus and gripped his shoulders as dad kept pushing,
skewering, fucking me deep as his sperm filled me.  A loud sloshing sound
was heard in the room as he kept moving his hips.
	"Look at you two nasty fucks!" Dad said, his cock still inside me
as his hips finally slowed to a stop.  "Sucking a load meant for one and
making a goddamend meal out of it!"
	Dad pulled out of me, letting his cock slap my leg as he moved up
and off the bed.  He came around the side of the bed to where Marcus stood
and moved as if to shield me from him.  I wondered what was going to happen
as my father came to stand within inches of the other man, his eyes fixed
on Marcus.
	With alarming speed, Dad caught Marcus by the back of the neck and
brought their lips together, fastening them together at the mouth.  A long,
deep moan came from my father as his free hand pulled Marcus' right nipple,
hard.
  Another moan came from Marcus as he undoubtedly felt dad's tongue in his
mouth.  They stood like this for a long time, kissing, mouthing, moaning,
Dad's hand playing hell with Marcus' nipples.
	"Now," Dad said when he finished the kiss.  "Remember, that's my
boy first.
  He's my son, his ass is mine, his mouth is mine, his cock is mine.
Whenever I feel like having him, he's mine."
	Dad leaned down and kissed me gently, his hand on the side of my
face.  His lips were soft, loving and gentle.
	"I love you, baby." He said to me.  "And if Marcus makes you happy,
then that's all I want for you. Both of you."
	"He does, dad." I offered, sitting up on the bed.
	"So Marcus," My father turned again, heading for the door of the
room.  "I don't loan my property out to just anyone.  You take care of my
boy.  If you don't, I'll have to stomp your ass, you got me?"
	"Yes, Charles." Marcus said and was already moving toward me to
kiss me.

	About a week later, Mom went away for another trip and Dad had the
gang over.  Sure enough, Hal was the new "boy" and everyone got to use him
in ways Dad would never let them use me.  Hal was single fucked,
double-fucked, tripled fucked and even fisted once.  He took us all, one
after another one night and not fifteen minutes later, was on his knees
asking for more.  He wasn't very talkative outside the gathering but when
he was being fucked, he was loud as hell and was a real whore for dick.
	That was the weekend that Mom didn't come home on Monday like she
normally did.  A registered letter came, instead.  It said that she was
filing for divorce and that she wasn't going to be back.  She'd met someone
on one of her trips and was letting Dad keep everything.  He wasn't really
broken up over the news, to tell you the truth.
	In fact, he enclosed the garage, Trevor and Hal moved in along with
Marcus and the five of us have lived here together ever since.  Trevor is
like another dad in a lot of ways.  Marcus has taken a job with my dad and
when they have to travel on business, Trevor, Hal and I keep ourselves busy
in the best ways.  Darren, Brian and Edward still come over every other
weekend and put Hal in the middle of us all.
	We've made a little family here, Trevor, Dad, Marcus, Hal and
myself.  With Trevor and my father as my two dads, Marcus as like an older
brother and Hal as the baby brother that we share, things are just fine.
We all take care of one another in every way that men can take care of men.
	Yeah, weekends with Dad are still as much fun as they always were!