Date: Tue, 5 May 2009 12:00:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Where He Grew Up

"Sure Dad" he hung up. Plans had cancelled and his date didn't happen.
Charley said something came up. Morton was just as glad. The night would
have just ended with him faking a kiss with whatever girl Charley had
arranged for. And he'd try to keep from admitting it was Charley he'd
rather kiss.

He sighed heavily. His visit to his Divorced Dad was always boring anyway.
Nothing had changed. The man was traveling and his school friends were all
gone away.

Morton had moved with his Mother and sister across the country. Since he
was going to college in the same town it wasn't all that bad, in fact it
was as if he were on his own. When holidays came, his mother usually guilt
tripted him into visiting his father.

So here he was alone. "I've got a uh friend who might come over to work in
my den. But you'll be gone, right?" his Dad had said.

He stripped naked as he loved to do when his Dad wasn't there and walked
through the house he grew up in. He had been through the phase where he
jacked off in rooms he wasn't allowed in as a child.

Morton sat at the kitchen table naked, legs propped high, drinking a
coke. He moved to the Den door. It was unlocked for a change.

He wasn't allowed into the Den as a child and it was usually locked when he
visited. He had been in there when his Dad was home. He remembered getting
spanked there as a child once or twice or just standing to get the lecture
about grades, pot smoking or getting home too late.

That was years ago. He was twenty one now. He was an adult. He could drink
and more importantly he could fuck or get fucked. Of course Morton was old
enough for sex long before he turned 21. And thanks to the free thinking
college campus, he enjoyed his share.

He walked around his father's sanctum looking at books, picking up a knick
knack, reading work papers and found interesting magazines in a low
drawer. Morton wasn't startled seeing the two naked men on the cover. He
figured it was the magazines his father had found in his room that summer
after his junior year.

"OH you're here already" the voice made himdrop the magazine and look
around.

"Wow and you ARE hot" the tall man smiled. He was shirtless holding his
apparently discarded dress shirt and tie.

"When Willie makes a promise he doesn't exagerate" the man was in front of
Morton's naked body. His hands were busy touching, petting and gropping.

Morton's shock at seeing the strange man was forgotten. He knew someone was
coming over. But the attentive, sexy man was hot himself.

"Woa let's pace ourselves" the man's hand was on Morton's instant erection.

They kissed like long lost lovers, avoiding words in favor of
action. Tongues jockeying for position, feeling each others oral cavity,
and stroking each other like horny high school wrestlers.

Morton didn't mind the man's hands grabbing his firm buttocks and pulling
him so close his body felt the guys skin.

"Shit I'm gonna fuck you like a whore" the man's dirty talk aroused Morton
more. He unbuckled the dress pants and rummaged inside for the cock that
promised to be inside him soon.

It was long, thick, hard and dripping already.

"It's been so fucking long" the man panted as if to explain why his cock as
drooling. He lifted Morton by his butt and pushed him on the leather couch,
the same one Morton had bent over to be spanked by his punishing Father
only a few years ago.

The man was ruthless, bending, grabbing, pushing and finally stabbing hard
into Morton's asscrack. He muffled his yelp trading the promise of pleasure
for the initial pain.

"Yea yea, god your tight" the man exclaimed "didn't know you guys were that
tight" he added.

Morton didn't know what the man meant but he didn't care. It had been
months since a fleshy hardness stretched his sphinter and rubbed against
his intestines. The sensations that were introduced to him by a classmate
only three years before returned and his body took over.

Morton liked giving up control, letting his body be used and treating him
to sensations he couldn't control let alone explain.

He watched the balding but young man above him, gritting his teeth as he
worked hard gyrating his hips slapping his flesh against Morton's.

"Man I'm gonna cum soon, don't worry I can cum two or three times" the man
smiled as he promised Morton's hunger would be satisfied.

Morton knew when the man's cock was erupting, the body slammed into him
with deliberate hits that pushed his head against the leather couch arm.

"SHit.....shit shit shit"...the man looked up in the air as if he was
reporting to some diety of the pleasure he was feeling.

"Ok this one will be slower...call me daddy boy" the man stared at
him. There wasn't a smile or gritted teeth, only expressionless
emotion. His hips had begun to flex again and Morton felt the cock sliding
in and out his stretched hole.

"Yes sir, uh Daddy" Morton replied and that made the man smile. "Fuck me
Daddy " Morton said a few times which seemed to make the man smile wider
and his cock harder.

"You're hard boy" he said.

Morton's cock which had endured the first attack soft was indeed hardening.

"Keep begging me son" the man said looking suddenly stern.

"yes Sir, uh Daddy Sir, fuck me Daddy fuck your son Daddy" Morton began a
chant which to his own surprise made him get more excited, his cock so hard
it hurt and his gut churn"

Above him the older man with the hairy chest was responding. His thick arms
held him then pulled his nipples and pet his stomach, then began to slap
his buttock.

It hurt. Morton was being spanked by this self proclaimed Daddy.

"I'm sorry Daddy, " Morton heard himself say. It both confused and
delighted him.

"Yea boy you want your Daddy to fuck you don't you boy" the man began a
chant of his own.

"Yes Sir, fuck your boy Daddy I've wanted you to fuck me for years" Morton
begged.

"This is for you jacking off, for being late, for sassing me, for your bad
grades, for ..."the man thought up everything a boy would do wrong and
slammed his hips into Morton harder and harder.

"FUck fuck fuck" the looked up again. Morton knew his new Daddy was
spilling his sperm inside his adtoped son's ass again.

"Thank you Daddy" Morton said smiling as he reached for his own cock to
jack while the man was still inside him.

"No boy" the man slapped his ass and pulled out. "Now we're gonna really
punish you" he yanked Morton's arm and pushed him over the back of the
couch.

Each slap on his ass hurt until Morton wasn't thinking of sex so much as
the pain he felt on each buttock. And he couldn't help beginning to tear.

"I'm sorry Daddy" he said again and again.

"That won't do boy, your Daddy is going to make you pay for being a bad
little bastard"

The cock slammed into him. To Morton's surprise it hurt as if it was the
first time. And he was equally surprised when he felt the man's hand
reaching between his legs and grabbing his still hard cock. Morton didn't
know he was still erect as he only felt the pain of the spanking he had
just recieved.

"What do you say boy?" the man's stern voice demanded he respond.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be good I promise, fuck me Daddy" Morton blithered
on and on as he felt the man's surprisingly hard cock fuck him a third time
and jack him.

"You better not cum until I say so boy" the man warned "or I'll use my belt
next time"

Morton clenched himself whenever his gut seemed close to exploding thanks
to the man's hand on his cock. The man would grunt each time feeling the
hard clenching of Morton's sphinter around his cock.

"Oh fuck me Daddy fuck me" Morton couldn't help it, his body was on fire,
there was no control possible.

"SHit boy look at the mess you made" The man moved Morton's head from over
the couch to it's seat "clean that up"

Morton had tasted his own cum before but it never tasted like that. It was
exciting to lick his cum off the leather couch.

"Now get Daddy's" the man pulled his head to the ass juice wet cock "I
didn't cum in you that time..so you better swallow it all"

Morton was gagging as the man's cock rubbed the back of his throat. He
worshiped the flesh as he had learned to so many times on campus, in the
nearby town, for those men who picked him up hitchhiking or the later night
encounters at the highway coffee shop.

He couldnt' speak but the man kept calling him son, "You like your Daddy's
cock dont' you fag boy. You are going to be Daddy's sex slut from now on
aren't you boy".

Morton shook his head affirmative and felt the man hold his neck hard. The
cock was spurting it's jism all ove rhis mouth, spilling out the corners of
his lips and down his throat.

Morton chocked but swallowed, licked and sucked on the softening cock.

"Whew that was great" the man said pulling Morton close to him so his head
lay on the hairy chest.

"Willie said you'd be hot" he said again.

"Uh hello?" another voice was in the room. Morton looked up. The voice
belonged to a tall guy about his age wearing a black tank top and torn
jeans.  "I was told to come right in" he said.

The man who had been fucking Morton wildly looked too. "WHo are you?"

"I'm uh the escort your ordered" the young man replied "I wasn't told this
was a threeway. No problem but that's extra" the guy was peeling his tank
top off.

"Shit, who are you?" the man said to Morton.

"Uh Morton"

"Willie's son? He said you'd be gone. I could uh use his den and he
arranged for .." the man pointed at the newly arrived youngster was was now
standing naked and erect.

"Does he know about uh you? I uh" the man was clearly confused.

"No he doesn't. Does he know about you?"

"Shit kid, of course he does I mean, you know he is..." the man's face
turned scarlet "oh shit he's gonna kill me if he finds out"

Morton felt the hand on his ass. "Nice butt, so who's gonna do what to who,
doesn't matter, I'm into it all" the hand slapped Morton's already red
butt. "looks like you two been at it for awhile".

The man recovered "Uh maybe we better uh quit" he said.

Morton felt his cock answer for him. "Please Daddy you promised us " he
said "you caught us together and said brothers shouldn't do that stuff and
now we'd be punished and have to satisfy you" Morton's creative mind was
working.

THe man looked at the two naked men and smiled "Both of you bend over"

"So how was your night?" Willie asked ignoring the fact that Morton was
sitting naked at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

"Good real good" Morton said

"So what have you got planned for this morning?" Willie said to his son "I
gotta uh clean up the den a bit, my friend made a mess" he said.

Morton followed his father into the den. "Uh nothing much planned. Maybe I
can help you clean up. You know the last time I was in here with you, you
spanked me"

Morton hung up the phone. Semester was over, his exams were done. He told
his mother he wouldn't be home that summer. Instead he would be spending
the weeks at the home where he grew up..the home where he got punished by
his father for doing bad things, the home where he learned to masturbate
and the home where he finally learned how to please his father.