Date: Wed, 03 Apr 2002 00:09:55 +0000
From: mark smith <marksmith139@hotmail.com>
Subject: What a Party

I had a great time a few weeks ago.  It was Robert's fifteenth birthday.
After the usual family celebrations, we went to the Cinema.  Although I am
two years younger than Robert we are really good mates.  I've known Robert
for several years, and our friendship has continued, even though we now live
25 miles apart, since our family moved last year.

My name is Nicholas although I'm known as Nick. Before the cinema we had a
burger with fries and cokes.  We sneaked some cans of beer into the cinema.
Robert is tall and broad, with a really deep voice and can easily pass for
eighteen.  We had no problem getting in to see the film even though it was a
PG certificate   He'd brought eight cans of special lager.  Neither of us
are that used to alcohol, so we were well gone after only a couple of cans.
I drunk a couple cans in the time it took Robert to drink four.

We almost fell out the pictures.  The beers had left us giggling and
laughing.  We caught the bus to Robert's house. It was a Saturday night
and I was staying at Robert's, as it was his birthday. His dad had lots of
money, with a big rambling house one street back from the main High Street.

When we got to Robert's I was hungry.  His dad wasn't home yet.  He's a
great laugh is Grant, nutty as a fruitcake, always kept us both in stitches.
I nipped out to the chip shop. Robert said he would wait up until I came
back, having just opened another can of beer from the fridge.  I remember
thinking he'd have a hangover in the morning.

I walked to the chip shop.  As expected, there was a queue.  Saturday night
is always busy. At last it was my turn, as I was about to be served a voice
shouted 'get me a fish, will you'? It was Grant, Roberts's dad.  The queue
had built up behind me, so I bought fish and chips for me, and a separate
fish for Grant.

Robert has lived with dad since his parents divorce.  Grant is about 34
years old.  When I came out of the chip shop I noticed he seemed drunk.  He
speech was a little slurred, and he staggered slightly. It took us about ten
minutes staggering to get home.  Entering the house we went straight into
the kitchen. Grant put the kettle on, and I buttered some bread. Robert was
nowhere to be seen, I assumed he'd gone off to bed in a drunken stupor,
before his dad came home and caught him.

'I suppose you guys have been stealing my beer again' Grant said, obviously
suspecting that I'd been drinking.  'I hope you've left me some, you
buggers', he asked laughingly.  I'd not asked Robert where he'd got the
beers, but I suppose from Grant's remarks that he'd taken them from the
fridge. While Grant made the coffees, I went upstairs to find Robert dead to
the world, snoring his head off. Returning downstairs, Grant was making
sandwiches with his fish.  'Is he asleep'? Grant said.  'Yes' I replied.
'He's snoring his head off'. 'Well that's him gone 'till tomorrow' he said.
'Did you have a good night'?  'Yeah, great' I replied. 'And you'? I asked.
'Looks like it' I muttered. 'Yeah, too much beer again I am afraid'.

I made more coffee as Grant disappeared to the loo. I went to my room and
took off my shirt and trousers and returned to the kitchen with just my
briefs on. This was usual. I have stayed there for years and both Grant and
his dad tend to lounge around in their underwear in the evenings, unless
they have visitors of course.  Being like one of the family I am allowed to
please myself.

I returned to the lounge with the coffee.  After a few minutes Grant came
down the stairs. I was sat on the couch.  Grant jumped over the back of the
couch and landed at my side.  This had been a party trick of his for years,
but didn't work so well when he'd been drinking.  My coffee went flying
everywhere, but mostly over me.  Grant just laughed, even though I was
drenched. I got a towel from the downstairs loo and rubbed myself down.
'I'm a bit sticky' I said.  Grant said 'I'll lick it off you when I've drunk
mine'. We just laughed. Grant was only wearing a tiny pair of briefs, made
of string.  I expect they'd cost a fortune, 'cos he always spent lots of
money on clothes.  As you've probably gathered, Grant had a nice body, and
was not shy about displaying it.  Noticing these tiny briefs, I must have
blushed visibly at the sight of his big, and I mean big dick laying across
his thigh, barely contained within these string briefs, actually spilling
through the holes, the material obviously straining to contain his cock and
balls. These briefs left nothing to the imagination.  They were figure
hugging and see through.  Grant had no hairs around his cock or balls, even
though he had masses of dense black hair everywhere else.

I was both fascinated and aroused by my best friend's dad in this erotic
state of undress. He sat there next to me drinking his coffee, his thick
hairy legs apart; he was slumped on the couch. His big dick was definitely
getting bigger.  It was growing harder and longer, straining against the
string mesh of his briefs.  My own cock was rock hard in response, so I sat
there with my hand over it.  It must have been obvious to him that I too was
aroused.  He looked at me, smiling, 'so, you boys drunk my beer then'.  'I
only had two cans and Rob had about three', I replied.  'Well there was
twelve in the fridge, now there's only four'.  He stood up and went into the
kitchen, returning with a couple of cans.  He'd made no effort to conceal
his erection from me.

He dropped one of the ice-cold cans on my belly, laughing loudly.  'Sucker'
he said 'You're nothing but a sucker'.  'Get you every time' he said,
flopping himself down on the couch right next to me.  We laughed and drank
the beer. I needed to go to loo, as I was now busting for a piss.  My cock
was still hard though, and I was embarrassed by my erect state.  However I
didn't want to pee on the couch.  Eventually I stood up, staggering
slightly.  Grant steadied me by grabbing my buttocks.  My cock was only
inches from his face.  I blushed beetroot red.  He laughed 'I can see you're
becoming a hardened drinker' he said.

Being woozy with the drink I sat on the loo to pee.  Almost immediately
Grant followed me in.  'I need a piss' he said, 'and I need it desperately'.
'Hang on' I said.  'No...need it bad' he replied.  He staggered as he pulled
out his dick and waved it in front of me. He was uncircumcised.  It was a
big, long, fat, beautifully tailored prick.  'Open your legs, I'll pee in
the loo' he told me.  'Hang on, I'm nearly finished' I said; but he didn't
wait.  His piss came gushing out of his dick, splashing on my legs and
belly.   'Oh that's such a relief' he said as he sprayed his piss across my
belly and chest.   I was gob-smacked, surprised and very aroused.  'Just
washing the coffee off you.' He giggled as he pissed on me.  'Getting rid of
that sticky mess'.  He pissed on my chin and my lips.

'Open up', he said.  I found myself opening up my mouth, drinking down his
hot piss. 'Drink it down lad, drink it, it is good for you'.  I did just
that. I swallowed and spilled and dribbled it from my mouth. By the time
he'd stopped pissing I was rock hard and rubbing my wet cock.  He rubbed his
dick on my lips.  'Just lick shaking the drops off'.  He was wanking his
huge cock with the piss slit on my lips.  I put my tongue out to savour the
taste.  He gasped in excitement at the feel of my hot wet tongue on his cock
head.  'Open wide' he said.  He pushed his hard cock to the back of my
throat.  I wanked furiously as he fucked my face.

His cock was very fat and big.  No hairs anywhere not on his balls even.
'There you go sucker, Sucker, SUCKER' he said. 'So just suck it for me, good
lad'. I did just that. I was sucking the dick of my best friends DAD. 'Good
lad' he said.  'Do you like my big prick'?  'Come into the shower and get
cleaned up' he told me as he withdrew his cock from my mouth. 'Come to my
bedroom when you have cleaned up, and you can suck me some more'.  Like a
lamb to the slaughter I did as I was told. My whole body was shaking with
excitement.   I'd sucked a man's dick, and I liked it.  A man pissed on me
and I liked. I drunk his piss and it tasted wonderful.

I showered, dried myself off and went to his bedroom.  He was sat up in bed
motioned me to join him there, and to carry on sucking his prick. He told me
I'd to suck and lick his cock and balls, then between his legs.  He told me
to stick my tongue up his shit hole. It was completely smooth, hairless,
shaved.  It tasted wonderful, not dirty just nice and tasty.  My own cock
was so hard and wet; I thought I would shoot my spunk too early.  He told me
layback on the bed.  He did the same to me, telling me I was a good lad and
for that I was going to get his beautiful big thick dick up my bottom. 'I'm
going to come up inside you and give a good FUCKING, and I'm going to shoot
all my spunk up you' he said.  He wet my arse with spit and fingered me.
His nails hurt me but I could not squeeze it out.  Soon I felt his dick
entering me.  It hurt a lot as he pushed it up in me. I wanted to scream I
was sure he was ripping me open.  He was halfway in me and I screamed
'please take it out it is hurting'.  He ignored my pleas with a definite
'No, I'm going to finish what I started'. I was sweating buckets and
screamed more loudly.

The door burst open and in came Robert.  'What the....' Robert shouted.
'My, he's a good tight fuck son' Grant said.  'Calm him down'.  What the
fuck is going on I thought.  Robert came over to the bed, I thought to
protect me; but he whipped his now erect cock from his shorts and stuffed it
in my mouth. I gagged with shock and fear as Grant pushed his prick up my
arse to the hilt, while Robert was gagging my screams with his cock down my
throat.  I tried to scream and Grant shouted 'Oh Robert baby, what a tight
virgin arse he's got'.  Robert replied 'Daddy, I'll fuck him after you, if I
don't shoot in his mouth first'.

Grant was thrusting into me, in, out, in, out.  No mercy was being shown.
He was like an animal. Meanwhile Robert shouted Daddy I'm shooting spunk,
I'm coming daddy'. 'Shoot it in him son, make him swallow every drop'.
Robert humped me, filling my mouth with thick boy spunk.  This red-hot spunk
from my best friend.  I couldn't believe what was happening to me.  I tried
to swallow as much and as fast as it shot out from Robert's cock. Grant
shouted 'Oh Robert baby, my baby; I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming up this virgin
boy'.  'His beautiful arse is being filled with daddy's hot cream'. I felt
his prick tighten with every spasm as it shot in me. Robert withdrew his
cock from my mouth Grant collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I was squashed
with his weight and I still had his thick cock in my arse. Eventually it
slipped from me, across the cheeks of my arse.

Grant stood up. Robert dropped to his knees and I watched as he sucked his
daddy's cock clean.  Grant told Robert to get his lips onto my arse and suck
daddy's spunk out of me, and then left.  Robert lapped up the spunk from my
arse.  It was an erotic experience, having spunk sucked from my arse by my
best friend.  The best friend I'd had wet dreams about, whose cock was the
envy of the school rugby team. I was bewildered by the whole experience.
Robert pulled away from me, turned me over onto my back. Spread-eagled, I
was now being sucked off by Robert.  He flicked his tongue over my piss
slit, and I was rigid in seconds.  Here I was, being sucked by my best
friend and he was doing a real good job on bringing my spunk to the boil.

Grant re-appeared and approached me with a big tongue-probing kiss on my
mouth. I reciprocated, allowing his tongue to enter me.  'Good fuck, young
lad; get ready to give my baby boy your spunk' Grant said.  'Release it from
your boy prick, for my boy'. 'He loves hot spunk, doesn't miss a drop'.
Robert looked up at us and back down to my hairy bush as I exploded into his
warm wet mouth. He sucked and lapped my spunk.  None escaped from his mouth.
He sucked and licked and lapped all the white spunk from me.

I collapsed on the bed both ends of me had been well and truly hammered, my
ripped stretched arse, and my well sucked, cock.  The sweat was pouring from
me. Grant told Robert 'Come on son, back to bed'. Robert left and Grant said
to me 'As for you young man, you'll sleep with me tonight, I want to have
you again in a few moments before you get to bed'.  'I'm ready to off load
another load of spunk, I need to shove it up inside you'. 'I need to pee' I
said.  'Well hurry up lad cos' I need to fuck you again'.  'As you can see
I'm ready'.  'Look at my throbbing dick waiting to ride your tight little
arse again'.  I hobbled off to the bathroom; pee'd and wiped my bum, as it
was all wet.

Staggering back to the bedroom, Grant was laid on the bed prick in hand.
'Right lad, come and sit on my prick'.  'Let me see it slide up you'.  I
straddled him, easing my sore arse onto his hard wet cock. Again it hurt
getting the head in.   I winced and was told 'to press quickly down onto it,
as he needed to get it up me'.  'Come on lad, I've not got all night'.  'I
need some sleep, so satisfy my prick for me'.  'Stuff it up your arse'.  He
thrust it up me and fucked me hard.  He humped me.  I was falling from side
to side, as I could not keep my balance. He showed no mercy as he used me
for his own pleasure.  Soon he tensed; I could see the change of expression
in his face. 'You dirty boy making me to fuck you'.  'How old are you? you
dirty fucker'.  'I'm going to tell your dad what you are making me do,
forcing me to fuck you, you are.  'He'll whip your arse for you'. Total fear
gripped my whole body.  I pleaded with him not to tell my dad, as I would
get a beating for sure.  'Shut it' Grant said.  'Shut your snivelling
mouth'.  'If you get this spunk out of me up your shit hole, I might not
tell him what you've been doing'.  'Make me come, soft lad, get this spunk
to shoot from my cock'. 'You want me to fuck you don't you? you want me to
do it ?,  don't you'. 'Tell me TELL ME, tell me to fuck your little bottom'.
  'Shout it out loud'.  'Come on shout it SHOUT IT, I want you to fuck my
bottom, no louder I want you to fuck my bottom, NO SHOUT IT'.  I shouted as
loud as I could "I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY BOTTOM".  'Again' he said. 'Say it
again'.  "I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY BOTTOM".  With that, he said 'Here it is
cock sucker, here's my thick hot creamy spunk for you'. 'It's Cumming, it's
Cumming it's shooting'.  'Oh baby, take it'.   He was fucking me hard, with
no mercy. I was falling from side to side.  'Say it again lad'.  "I WANT YOU
TO FUCK MY BOTTOM".  'I AM DOING SWEET BOY'. 'Oh baby, it feels so good'.
'Oooh, you beautiful tight baby'.  'Ooh take it, take it from me'.

He stopped fucking me. Except for the odd heavy thrust the worst was over, I
did not enjoy that I thought, because he was going to tell my dad and I
started to cry.  'What's the matter lad'?  'You said you're going to tell my
dad what you made me do, and I didn't make you do it'. 'I'm not going to
tell your dad' he said.  'I was just kidding, dry your eyes, come on, get
some sleep' he said.

We fell to our sides. He was facing me.  One of my legs squashed under his
side, the other across the top of him, he was still inside me. I was still
unsure and frightened.  He tried to explain that he liked to shout things
when he was ready to come.  This added to the excitement of it all.   I was
still confused I drifted to sleep.

I awoke next morning about 8.30 Grant was no longer in my bed. I heard
voices down the hallway. I was still half asleep.  Still naked, I staggered
to the bathroom.  The voices I'd heard were from inside the bathroom.
Inside the shower cubicle Robert was on his knees sucking his dad's prick.
Sensing my presence, 'Get in here' Grant said.  'Suck Robert off' he
demanded. I pushed the door open and fell to my knees.  Robert fucked me in
the face whilst sucking off his daddy. Robert soon shot his load, as did
Grant. I was on the floor of the shower cubicle and the spunk from both of
them coated my head and shoulders.  I pee'd in the shower as I could not
hold on any longer.  Then we washed each other and got out of the cubicle. I
was still hard as I had had not come yet, Grant fingered my arse while
Robert wanked me off. Within thirty seconds I was shooting my spunk. Robert
dropped to his knees and sucked0 me again.

We had breakfast and I was ready for home.  Around noon grant said goodbye.
Robert walked with me to the station. On the way Robert said how much he
enjoyed the weekend and asked if I'd enjoyed the experience. 'Yes' I said.
'How long have you two being doing things like that' I asked. 'About two
years now'. He replied  'We've done it when you've come to stay before' he
said.  'In fact, Dad shot his spunk on you the last time we had sex in your
room, while you slept'. 'You were wet through'.  'I remember' Robert said 'I
got fucked up the arse, he withdrew and spunked himself on your face while
you slept'. 'It was a very erotic experience for me' Robert said. 'Will you
come again and join us, or have we frightened you off forever'? 'No, I'll be
back' I said.  'In fact I'll come Friday and Saturday next week, if we can
do it all again' I said.  'Sure thing buddy' Robert said.  He groped inside
my fly for my cock. Good job there was nobody at the bus stop as he wanked
me off.  I shot in his hand and he licked it off, the bus turned the corner
and I got on. I waived goodbye, he waved and finished licking his fingers.
He turned and left.  Wow, what a party that turned out to be...