Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2012 10:21:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com> Subject: Who Seduced Whom? Who Seduced Whom? My son wakes me with a cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice and two aspirins. I open my eyes, feeling as though my head is splitting. I lift up on one elbow, pop the aspirin and gulp the juice which eases my burning thirst, then fall back on the pillow, my eyes closed against the blinding light of morning. "Shit," I groaned, "I must have been smashed last night." I usually tie one on, on a Friday night. My son grins. "Absolutely legless," he says. His hair is tousled and he's wearing just his white briefs, having obviously just got out of bed. "What time did I get home?" "Late. Don't you remember?" "Remember what? The whole evening is a blank." A self-satisfied smile creeps across his face. "I sat you on the bed and pulled your shirt off. You fell back and let me take your shoes and pants off." This is nothing new, he's done this before. Most Friday nights I get about as drunk as a fiddler's bitch. "You were telling me how much you loved me and how sexy I looked in my briefs, then you pushed your hand down the front of my underpants and started stroking my dick." His grin is getting bigger. My eyes snap open. "Oh, my God! What have I done?" I put my hands over my face. Was I so fucking drunk that I molested my own son? Am I some kind of pervert? I gotta cut back on the booze. He's still grinning. "Chill out, Dad. It was cool. It felt amazing. No one's ever touched my dick before and I had no idea how good it would feel. Then you pulled my briefs down and gave me a proper hand job. It was a whole lot better than when I do it myself." I'm horrified. "And you were stroking your own cock at the same time. You know I've always admired your big old dick." I'm aware that my son, who's only thirteen, is envious of my cock, as any healthy young boy would be, but I've never thought it significant until now. "Bobbie, I'm so sorry!" I feel ashamed, having humiliated myself in front of my own son. "Hey, don't apologize, Dad. I loved it." "Did you cum?" "Like a bullet! I shot a huge load all over your chest and boxers. I'll bet your underpants are stiff right now." He's laughing. I lift the covers and peer down inside and see the cum stains on my underpants. Like most mornings, I have a huge hard on. "Listen, son. What I did was wrong. Dads shouldn't fondle their sons. I promise it'll never happen again." He looks disappointed. "Why not? Who cares what dads should or shouldn't do? It was the best fun I've ever had." He's smiling again. "Let's just forget the whole thing, okay? Pretend it never happened." I drink the coffee and lie back again, eyes closed. "I wanna sleep for a bit longer. Go take a shower." Bobbie leaves and I lie there, breathing deeply, my gut roiling and my head spinning. I must have dozed for a while, because when I open my eyes again, I feel a lot better. My erection has gone, my head isn't pounding quite so hard and I feel as though I could eat a little. I think about my son. I have to admit he's beautiful with his page-boy haircut, his girl-like face and his slender hairless body. Of course, I see him all the time either naked or in his underwear, but I've never thought about him in a sexual way before. Now, somehow, it's different. I wish I could remember what happened last night, but the whole of the latter part of the evening is a complete blank. What did his cock feel like in my hand? What might I have said to him that could reveal stuff about me that I've never told anyone? My mind takes off on a journey of its own. I try to imagine what it would be like to take his not-so-little cock in my mouth and suck him off. What would his cum taste like? Does the cum of a teenager taste different from all the adult cum I've swallowed over the years? And how he would react if I licked his balls and pushed my tongue up his ass? I can feel my dick getting stiff again. I often have fantasies like this featuring adult guys, based on actual encounters, but never about young boys, least of all my own son. Perhaps I've had sexual feelings about him all along and I've repressed them, and now they've come boiling to the surface, resulting in a drunken fumble which became a full-blown act of molestation, and now my thoughts seem to be out of control. I can't stop thinking about him, about how enthusiastic he seemed when he told me he enjoyed the hand job. What if he takes it further and wants me to suck him off? I tremble at the thought, a mixture of fear and excitement. What if I lose control and bugger him? I realize that this last idea is pretty preposterous, because I'd never, never do anything to him that would cause him pain. No thirteen year old rectum could accept the insertion of my dick without considerable distress and this will never happen. But what if he wants to fuck me? The idea is suddenly thrilling. I've seen his cock when it's stiff, and for a boy of his age, it's pretty impressive. It would fill me up nicely. I sit up and swing my legs out on to the floor, trying to bring my thoughts under control. I have to get a grip on myself. I carefully stand, and I seem to be recovering. I strip of my boxers and look at the large cum stains on them. I go into the bathroom and drop them into the laundry hamper. The shower makes me feel good as I wash the dried cum from my chest. My cock is still hard as I towel myself off, so I go back to my bedroom and select a pair of regular white briefs. I can't walk round all day showing a big hard-on and tight briefs will contain my erection much better than boxers. I don a white singlet, tuck it into my briefs and go downstairs. Bobbie is there, frying bacon, wearing just his briefs and an apron which has ruffles round the edge. From behind, with his cute little butt covered in white cotton, the peach-like skin of his back naked, he looks like a character in a porno movie. I don't want to bring the subject of sex back up, but I know he'll expect me to comment on his outfit, so I say, "Well, aren't you cute? I like the French maid look." He grins. "You look pretty good too, Dad. You always look good in underwear." I wonder if he's noticed my bulge. He puts two plates of scrambled eggs on the table and adds some slices of toast. Then, as I start to eat, he takes the apron off, and stands there, his hands behind his head and sways his hips from side to side, then back and forth in a lewd fucking motion. "I'm cute," he murmurs to himself, "I'm so fucking cute." My brain takes off again on a fantasy trip, picturing how it would be if I pulled his underpants down and stroked his cock. "You're a tease," I say "I am," he says, "a fuckin' sexy tease." "Your Uncle Eddie is coming over tomorrow," I say, trying to wrench my thoughts back to reality. I take a drink of coffee. "Cool," says Bobbie. He likes my brother. I finish eating, and manage to exit with my napkin still held in front of my dick, though I don't think it fools Bobbie. ______________________________________________ I should tell you a few things about my brother. Like me, he's bisexual and divorced, but he hangs round in gay bars, whereas I'm more of a stay-at-home guy, after all, I have a son to raise. As kids, we shared a bedroom. His hand was the first, other than my own, to touch my cock, when I was eleven and he was twelve. He taught me how to jerk off, even though I was too young to cum, and how to jerk him. It was thrilling to watch him shoot his load of cum, his face contorted with pleasure as I pumped his dick and fondled his balls. I was always eager to get him aroused. It gave me a sense of power as he submitted to my touch, his cock stiffening, his hips thrusting upwards as I slid his foreskin up and down, his cum arcing up from the end of his dick and landing on his tummy. Soon I was cumming myself under his loving administration and one day he took my cock in his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, his soft lips round my shaft, his tongue sliding under my foreskin, caressing my glans. I couldn't wait to suck his, and so, night after night, I'd slide into his bed, or he into mine, for long sessions of mutual masturbation and fellatio. This went on for several years, until he discovered girls. Then I had to content myself with my class mates and happily there were quite a lot of them. I had a reputation as the best cocksucker in the school. Eddie had taught me well. Then I discovered girls, too. My subsequent success with females started making me feel guilty about all the things that Eddie and I had done as young boys in our bedroom. I told myself that all youngsters experiment with sex and that I had now grown out of it, and I stuffed the memories into a corner of my mind and tried to forget about them. Years later, they surfaced, and I told a therapist about my guilt. He didn't help. He was very conservative and totally disapproved of any kind of underage sex and after a few sessions I dropped him. Later, we both married, but neither union lasted very long. My wife discovered I was cheating on her. . . . with guys, would you believe! Divorce soon followed and I came to believe that straight sex had just been an aberration, though it did give me a son. ___________________________________________________ It's after lunch and my hangover has faded to just a dull ache behind my eyeballs. My son and I, as usual during these hot San Diego summer days are still in our underwear. Pants and shirts are superfluous unless we venture outside. I tell Bobbie I'm going to take a nap, go into my bedroom, pull the curtains closed and lie on top of the covers. My thoughts center on my son again. Why is it that only now I'm sexually aroused by thinking about him? I guess the incest taboo has kept a firm lid on my lust, and now that Pandora's Box has been opened, my repressed longings are spilling out uncontrollably, the pressure valve of control wide open, libidinous thoughts escaping into my conscious mind. I picture what he must have looked like last night, lying on my bed, as I masturbated him, and try to imagine what he must have felt as he came, spraying me with his cum. I can feel my will power crumbling. I may be going crazy, but at least if I lose control and fondle his cock again, he won't be repulsed by me. The door opens and Bobbie sticks his head into the room. "Can I nap with you, Dad?" he asks. I know I should tell him to sleep in his own bed, but I can't bring myself to do it. "Sure, son. Come and lie down." There's no point in trying to hide my erection, so I just lie there on my back, briefs fully tented. He lies down and snuggles up against me, his head on my chest. "I love you, Dad," he murmurs. I put my arm round his shoulder and give him a squeeze. "I'm sorry if I was out of line last night, but when I pulled your pants off and you touched my cock, I couldn't bring myself to tell you to stop. And I have a confession to make. I wanted to touch your dick, too." This feels like a replay of my earliest episodes with my brother. "It's okay, son. I started it, so I'm to blame." "But on the other hand, I'm kinda glad it happened. I think maybe I'm gonna grow up to be gay." "That would be fine with me, but don't put labels on yourself just yet. Wait to see what happens as you get older. You may end up liking girls." "I never think about girls, but I do think about cocks. I like to watch guys at school showering after P.E., especially the senior boys. A big dick is much more exciting than a small one." "Then you don't have anything to worry about. Your dick is quite impressive." He rolls on to his back, lifts his hips and slides his briefs down to mid-thigh. His cock is as hard as mine. He grips it at the base and wags it up and down, showing it off to me. "Quite magnificent," I add. "You can be proud of it." He rolls back to me again, his arm across my chest, his dick pressing against my thigh. I kiss him on the forehead. His hand slides down my ribs over my hip, then across my front, coming to rest on my bulge. "Let me jerk you off," he whispers, "please, Dad." He's so eager to touch my cock that I realize h's farther into this adventure than I'd thought. He's taking the initiative, actually seducing me! There's no way I can resist him, my darling sexy son, so I pull out the waistband of my briefs and shudder with pleasure as he quickly slides his hand inside and grips my cock. I let the elastic snap back on his wrist and reach for him, my hand cupping his cock, feeling its warm stiffness, the soft skin covering its hard core, wet at the tip. We're masturbating each other and my head is spinning and my pulse is pounding with excitement. I can hear his breathing quicken. I have an insatiable urge to suck his cock, to show him the delights of fellatio, and so I push him on to his back again and pull his hand from my underpants. "Just lie back and enjoy this," I say, leaning down and taking his cock in my mouth. I'm so aroused I feel as though I'm having a heart attack. As I masturbate him with my lips, my hand caresses his balls, and then I push my middle finger on to his hole. I feel him relax and my finger goes into him, as all the while my tongue is doing its work on his dick. I can sense he's going to cum any second and I pull my finger out and take hold of his shaft with my fingertips, stroking up and down as I lick his glans. It swells up, then pulses as he cums into my mouth, thrusting upwards with his hips. "Oh, shit! Fuck! Yes! Yes!" he croaks as a second and third squirt of cum covers my tongue. I keep on stroking, milking the last drops of his jism, rolling it round my mouth. It's sweet and creamy, better than any cum I've ever tasted. Finally, he's spent and I let go of him and roll on to my back. "You can't begin to imagine how thrilling it is to suck your cock and let you cum in my mouth," I tell him. "You can go ahead and finish yourself off if you want," he says. The idea of jerking off in front of my son is thrilling, but he's just cum, his horniness has evaporated and he might be put off by the sight of his dad masturbating. "It's okay, son. I'm gonna save it for later. For you." I look at his darling little face and even though he's smiling I can see a tear rolling down his cheek. I take the corner of the sheet and wipe if off. "What's the matter, Bobbie?" "Nothing, Dad. I'm just so happy, that's all." ____________________________________________________ It's Sunday afternoon and Eddie's here. We're all sitting on a blanket on the lawn in the shade of a big tree. It's a blistering hot day and we're down to our underpants, as usual. I open a cooler full of ice and beer and offer one to Eddie. "You can have a beer, too, Bobbie, but just one, okay?" He eagerly accepts it and pops the lid. We lie there, enjoying the quiet, listening to the faint buzz of insects and snatches of bird song. "I've quit my job," says Eddie. "I'm starting a new career." "Doing what?" "I'm a masseur," he says proudly. "I took a course. People will pay a lot of money for a massage. I go to peoples' homes and do my stuff." "I bet you like doing the men better than the women," I say. Bobbie grins. He knows how gay my brother is. "Depends on the guy," says Eddie. "Some guys REALLY like it, especially if I give them the full treatment." "I've never had a massage," I say. "How about a freebee?" "Sure," he says, "got any oil?" "Bobbie, run into the kitchen and get a bottle of olive oil. Thanks." He gets up and goes indoors. "Lie on your face," says Eddie. "Should I take my underpants off?" Bobbie comes back with the oil. "No, I want you to let me do that. Lift your hips." He slides my briefs down and pulls them off my feet. "Bobbie, I think you'll find there are few pleasures greater than taking a guy's underpants off." My son grins. Then Eddie pours oil on his hands and rubs them together. Kneeling beside me, he starts with my shoulders, kneading the muscles, then my arms, then down my back until he's digging his thumbs into the firmness of my butt. His hands move down to my thighs and calves, and then the deep massages action changes to a series of light caresses with his fingertips as he works his way up my legs to my butt again, his thumbs going into the crack of my ass, briefly touching my hole. Then he moves back to my upper body, softly stroking, as I surrender to his gentle touch. "Okay, roll over," he says. I roll on to my back and my rock hard cock is on full view, pointing up at the sky. Bobbie is grinning. "Look at that," he says. "I think Dad wants the full treatment." I won't argue with that. "Does he know about what we did as kids?" Eddie asks me. I hesitate. A few days ago I would have been horrified if my son was to know about how we jerked and sucked each other, but things have changed. My guilt has been washed away by waves of pure lust and excitement as I've been replaying the moment when my son came in my mouth. Now I don't care if Bobbie finds out, in fact I want him to know it all, to hear about every little detail, how we fingered each other, licked each other's holes, jerked and sucked each other. "Not yet, no. I haven't told him." "Told me what?" asks Bobbie. "How I taught your dad how to jerk off when we were both younger than you are now," says Eddie. Bobbie's eyes go big and he watches as Eddie starts on my shoulders again, repeating what he did to my back. "Wow!" he says in amazement. "You jerked each other off?" "And sucked each other," I say, my sordid secret finally out. I feel a huge sense of relief that my son now knows all there is to know about me. It's quite thrilling just in itself. I don't ever have to hide anything from him again. "Cool!" he says, clearly impressed. Eddie is now caressing my hard nipples, lightly pinching them and then moves down to my stomach, carefully avoiding my dick. His fingertips move down over the front of my thighs, down to my knees, then up again, past my quivering dick and back up to my nipples. He leans down and brushes my cock with his cheek as he licks my stomach. A bead of precum appears at the end of my dick. Then he lowers his head and licks my balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time. Bobbie is staring hard and I can see he has a hard-on as well. Then my brother runs his tongue slowly up the shaft of my cock and licks the precum off the end. Then his lips open and he takes my cock into his mouth, all the way in, until I can feel the end of it push against the back of his throat. He doesn't gag, obviously having mastered the art of suppressing the gag reflex. "Holy shit!" says Bobbie, amazed. "It's all the way in!" It feels wonderful to have my brother, the expert cocksucker, once again giving me a blow job, just as he did as a teenager, but what's more exciting is the fact that my son is watching, and appears to be turned on by our performance. I lie there, letting Eddie do whatever he wants to me. He moves his head up and down, letting me fuck his throat, then pulls up and lets his tongue go to work on my glans and foreskin. I'm groaning with pleasure, but I'm getting a little too close to the edge, so I pull his head off me and sit up. "I wanna save it," I tell him. "I can't suck you if I'm no longer horny, so I'll just have to cum later. Lie on your back." "Fuckin' awesome!" says Bobbie. His hand is down the front of his briefs. "Now it's my turn to have the exquisite pleasure of removing your underpants, Eddie." He lifts his hips and I take my sweet time, pulling the waistband of his briefs out and down, exposing his rigid cock, just as big and hard as my own. I pull the briefs down his thighs to his knees. "Look at that, son. Are you impressed?" "Oh, I like his dick!" he says, eagerly. "I like it almost as much as I like yours, Dad." Eddie lies there, his hands behind his head as we both look at him. Like me, he always loved showing off his body, especially his cock. One time, when he was fourteen, he jerked off at the bedroom window with the drapes opened, the light on, his body visible from the street. We never knew whether anyone saw him, but it was entirely possible. "Suck it, Dad," says my son, his excitement obvious. I take it into my mouth, but not all the way to the back of my throat as he had done. My head moves up and down as I caress his balls, then I let my tongue do exactly as his had done to me. He groans, thrusting his hips upwards. I come up for air. "Don't cum yet," I say. "We want to make this thing last." "I wanna see him cum," says Bobbie. "You wanna see your dad swallow it, don't you," says Eddie, lewdly. I smile. "All in good time," I say. "I can't fucking believe it," says Bobbie with a big grin. "My dad and my uncle sucking each other off! It's soooo fuckin' cool!" "There's only one person here who hasn't been sucked off today," says Eddie, looking at Bobbie. "Which one of us is going to have the unspeakable pleasure of giving you your first blow job? I assume it's the first?" "Not exactly," says my son, looking at me knowingly. I want to suck him off again. I want it desperately. I realize that I've been wanting to do it for months now, but I've suppressed the thought and buried it under my guilt. Now that I've done it, the guilt has gone and I can do it whenever he wants. I can take his sweet cock into my mouth any time and give him perfect joy and bliss as he shoots his boy's cum and lets me swallow it, and today it's even better, I can do it with my brother watching us. Then another thought takes over, that even better than fellating Bobbie, it would drive me absolutely crazy to watch my brother do it instead, to surrender my "right" as Bobbie's father and let Eddie have that privilege. I want to watch them, to focus on my son's reaction to soft warm lips on his dick, to see his excitement mount, to see his face contort when he cums and shoots his load into my brother's mouth, to share his joy. There wouldn't be the slightest trace of guilt, because it wouldn't really be incest, not an uncle and nephew, not really, not like a dad and his son, would it? "I want to watch you do it, Eddie. You're more of an expert than I am." Bobbie looks surprised. "I can suck you off later, son, anytime." His face brightens. Eddie sits up and takes his underpants, which are still round his knees and pulls them off. "Greater love hath no man," he says to me, "than he lets his son be sucked off by another. Thank you. Stand up, Bobbie." My son gets to his feet and Eddie kneels in front of him, kissing the bulge in his briefs, his hands on my son's butt, caressing his cheeks. Donnie has his hands on his hips and his eyes are closed. Then Eddie slowly slides the briefs down and kisses his cock, licks the shaft and takes it all the way into his mouth. My head is whirling and I'm drowning in waves of lust as I watch my brother suck my son. I know exactly what Eddie is feeling as Bobbie becomes more and more aroused. I watch enthralled for a few minutes and then, seeing Eddie's cock standing out there in the breeze unattended, I can't resist taking hold of it and then I slide over to him and take it in my mouth. My tongue goes to work on his glans and I immediately know he's about to cum. Sucking my son has brought him right to the edge. He groans and shudders and I feel his cock pulse as he shoots an enormous load of jism into my mouth. I keep on sucking until my mouth is full and he pulls his dick out. I get up on my knees and look at my son as Eddie releases his dick and collapses on his back on the blanket. I smile at them, my mouth open, cum dripping out over my lower lip, then I swallow and lick my lips. "Delicious!" "Son of a bitch!" says Eddie to me. "I didn't wanna cum, you fucker but I couldn't help myself. You're still just as good a cocksucker as you were all those years ago. You'd better finish Bobbie off." As if I needed any urging. I pull my son towards me and take his cock in my mouth. Again, his cock is finally where it belongs, deep in my mouth and his hips are thrusting it in and out as my hands fondle his butt cheeks and my finger touches his little hole. He's making curious little humming noises, breathing noisily through his nose, almost snorting, and sweat is running down his chest and stomach. "Shit! Fuck! Oh, Jesus Christ!" he groans, "Don't stop, Dad, don't stop!" I'm so excited I'm almost ready to cum without touching myself and I hope he's going to cum first. I'm right on the edge as I feel his glans swell and his cum shoots into my mouth, five, six squirts of delicious creamy cum. It tastes sweeter than I remember. I stroke his shaft with my hand, squeezing the last drops on to my tongue, until he pulls out and falls back on to the blanket, his face flushed, his chest heaving. "That was even better than the other time," he says. "Thank you, Dad, it was marvelous. You made me feel as though I was in heaven." I swallow his cum and run my tongue round my mouth, collecting the very last drop. ________________________________________________ It's early evening and we've retreated indoors, putting our clothes back on, if underpants count as clothes, that is. The phone rings and I answer it. "This is Ben Kennedy, Mike's dad." I remember that Mike is one of Bobbie's class mates. "I've just found one of Bobbie's school books that he must have forgotten when he slept over on Friday." "Friday?" I say. "Are your sure you've got the right day?" "Yes, two days ago. Bobbie was here all night." "I must have got the day wrong. Are you sure it was Friday?" "Absolutely. We watched "Fringe" on TV. Check your listings." "I'd had a lot to drink on Friday. I guess I'm confused. I'll tell Bobbie." "Mike can bring it to school tomorrow and give it back to him." "Thanks for letting me know. Bye." I hang up. Puzzled, I get on my computer and check the TV listings. Sure enough, "Fringe" was showing on Friday. Now I'm angry. The little fucking liar! Bobbie wasn't home when I came in drunk. He didn't undress me and I didn't put my hand down the front of his briefs. I didn't commit incest with my son, at least not until the next day. He set me up! He must have guessed I wouldn't remember anything, in fact now I recall he asked me what I remembered and I told him the evening was a blank. He's made the whole fucking thing up, the little schemer! But then my anger evaporates. During our afternoon nap, his hand had touched my cock before I touched his! He took the initiative! He tricked me into revealing that I'm much gayer than I appear to be and that I've always had an ocean of suppressed lust for him. I'm grateful that my real feelings have been allowed to come to the surface, freeing me from all that guilt. I grin. Should I confront him with his 'crime'? Better not. Let him think that I still believe in his innocence and that I'm under the illusion that I seduced him. It's later and we've eaten dinner and we're sitting in the living room. Eddie and I are talking about our childhood and Bobbie is listening attentively. "In all those years, Eddie," I say, "you never once fucked me." "I never knew you wanted me to. Anyway, it would have been too painful. Weren't my blow jobs enough?" "I'm not complaining, but in retrospect I know I'd have enjoyed it. I've been buggered enough since then; I just wish I'd started sooner." "Doesn't it hurt, Dad?" asks Bobbie. "The first time did, but once your hole is stretched, it feels marvelous." Eddie says, "You can prepare yourself by sticking two or three soapy fingers up there every morning when you're in the shower. That's what I did. I finger-fucked myself until I could take a dick up there painlessly." He turns to me. "Hey, Bro, you wanna make up for lost time?" Bobbie's face is aglow. "Are you gonna fuck my dad?" he asks eagerly. "Oh, this is gonna be so fuckin' awesome! Let him do it, Dad. I wanna see how he does it." My cock goes from soft to hard in about five seconds. It's been a while since anyone has fucked me and my ass is hungry for a big cock, and if my son is there to watch as I'm being sexually abused, so much the better. I look at Eddie and give him my most seductive smile. "Yeah, let's make up for all the fucks I never got as a kid. Do it to me. Stick that beautiful big dick of yours right up my ass so my son can watch me being humiliated. Fuck my brains out. Bobbie, run into the bathroom and get the lube from the medicine cabinet." He takes off, rapidly. I lift my hips and let Eddie pull my underpants off. When Bobbie comes back into the living room, Eddie is on his knees, my legs over his shoulders as he licks my hole, pushing his tongue in as far as it will go. Bobbie kneels beside him, pulls his underpants down and spread lube all over his hard cock. Eddie tells me to kneel, my upper body on the couch, my ass presented to him invitingly. I eagerly comply. "Ready?" asks Eddie. "I've never been readier. Stick it in me. Shove that beautiful cock as far up my ass as it'll go. Watch, Bobbie, get in close and take a good look at your father being fucked by his brother. Oh! Fuck!" There's a slight sting as the head of his dick stretches my hole and he pauses, skillful lover that he is, to let the pain subside. After a few seconds I say, "Okay, now slam it in." The feeling as his big long dick slides all the way into my bowels is overwhelming. I bear down, opening my hole, letting it penetrate me. "Oh yes, Eddie, this is it! This is what I love! Christ, that feels so fuckin' good, fuck me, you brute! Rape me! Harder, deeper! Oh, God, I'm such a fucking slut!" His hips are lunging as he thrust his cock all the way in, drawing it out almost to the tip, then slamming it home again. This is being fucked the way I like it, fiercely, savagely, brutally. I surrender completely to his lust. I want him to do anything he wants to me and I want my son to see it all. Bobbie reaches under me and takes hold of my rigid cock, stroking it very slowly. He knows I don't want to cum just yet and he watches my face carefully, ready to stop if necessary. Eddie's thrusts, if it's possible, grow even stronger, his stomach making a slapping noise as it hits my butt. The couch is being slammed back a couple of inches with each thrust. Bobbie's gaze alternates between my face and Eddie's cock as it goes into me, his eyes big, an expression of awe on his lovely little face. After a couple of final lunges, Eddie groans and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he cums. Another couple of gentle strokes and he takes his cock out and collapses on the carpet, trying to catch his breath. Then to my delight, I hear him say, "Take over, Bobbie." "Yeah, son, fuck me. Push that beautiful cock of yours up your dad's hole. Give me the fucking I deserve, you darling little man. Oh yes!" I feel his cock go into me, sliding up my open hungry hole with no resistance. Although it's not as big as Eddie's, it's enough to thrill me. The sweat is pouring off my body and I'm yelling obscenities. "Fuck me! Bugger my ass! Make me your sex slave! I'll do anything you want and you can do whatever you like to me. Fuck me harder! Oh, God, l love it, Bobbie, I love it. Don't stop, just keep on fucking me!" But, of course, neither of us can last. I can feel my orgasm building, even though no one is touching my cock and I can't hold on any longer. I shoot a load of cum all over the carpet just as my son lets out a yell, his final thrusts almost as violent as Eddie's were, shooting his cream into my willing ass. "Oh, I've cum," he calls. "I came, Dad, came up your ass. Oh, fuck, that was so good." He pulls his cock out and sits down on the couch, breathing heavily. "How did it feel, my cock up your ass?" "I was in heaven. It was unbelievably thrilling, better than anything." "Better than being sucked off?" "Much better. I love you, son." Eddie looks at the pool of cum on the carpet. "If I hadn't just cum myself, I'd lick that up," he says. My son grins. "We all need a shower," I say. __________________________________________________ It's bedtime and Eddie has gone home. He's coming again next weekend and he wants us both to fuck him. Bobbie is in the shower again as I come into the bathroom to brush my teeth. His back is towards me and he doesn't hear me enter. His legs are slightly bent and he leans forward. I can see his hand go between his legs and his middle finger go up his ass. He pumps it in and out a couple of dozen times. If he's just washing, he's sure being thorough. Then his forefinger goes in as well. He's finger-fucking himself. A few more strokes and he puts his third finger on his hole. I can see he's pushing hard. Then he groans as it slides in. "Oh, yes," I hear him murmur to mimself. "Three fingers!" He's pushing them in as far as he can, in and out rhythmically. "Yes, yes, I like this." Finally he takes his hand away and rinses it off. "Soon," he murmurs, "Soon!" The End To find the rest of my stories, email me at "tonywill9999@yahoo.com". All emails will be answered. Comments welcome.