Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:04:50 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyeMrich1@msn.com>
Subject: FARM BOYS FROM KANSAS, Part 12, The Visit With Joe's Father
This story contains male-to-male sexual contact. If you are offended by
love between males or if you are under legal age in your state or
country, then leave now.
Story written by Richard Barber
EyeMrich1@msn.com
PART 12, THE VISIT WITH JOE'S FATHER.
My last year in school was more interesting than I had expected,
especially after I met Joe. We had become good friends as well as
sexually compatible. We would meet every Monday and Wednesday after
school in the work out room in the gym. I was still doing my cleaning
chores, plus working out with Joe. We would practice our `wrestling';
which always ended up in a wild fuck. We were both getting pretty good at
this `wrestling' game. I never knew sports could be so stimulating.
This was the only place we could get together in private and have an
excellent time.
Joe had become more open and friendly with other students instead of
being so introverted. He was very popular and I think they were going to
nominate him for `Home Coming King' at the end of the semester. He was
such a good-looking hunk, and I was so proud to be his closest friend
this past year. I was anxious to see whom he was going to take to the
dance. I hoped it would be me, but that would be just too much to
expect. I think the whole school would be shocked to see the two of us
dancing together.
I had just returned from one of my school music trips and hadn't seen
Joe for several days. I missed him awful. When I returned, I decided to
drop by his home to see him before I went back to the farm. It was right
along the way and I wanted to surprise him.
Joe, his father, and two younger brothers lived in a rather unruly
house. I think most people would refer to it as `trailer trash' except
it wasn't a trailer; it was a half constructed home. His father was a
contractor and had been working on it when his wife suddenly died of an
illness. He took it very hard and lost interest in finishing the home so
it remained half finished since that time. The yard had grown up in
weeds and untrimmed bushes. An old broken down car was half buried in the
shrubbery, and an old washer set next to the front porch. The place was
really a mess, which is why I avoided going over there much.
Today was an exception, I was anxious to see Joe so I decided I would
just drop by. I had only been in the house briefly to make a quick phone
call right after Joe and I started hanging around together. It was just
as bad on the inside. Just imagine, one man and three young sons living
in this big house together. The place was very unkempt. They needed some
good housekeeper to straighten it out.
I pulled into the driveway next to Mr. Fox's Ford pickup that he used
for his vocation. Joe's motorcycle was parked under the partially built
garage. I assumed Joe was home, so I went up to the door. I knocked
several times and figured they must be out, so I started to leave when I
heard the door unlock and slightly open.
"Yeah? Who's there?" Came a man's voice thru a small opening in the
front door.
"Hi. Mr. Fox? It's Clint, Joe's friend from school. I was just
driving by and thought I'd see if Joe was home." I said to the voice
behind the door.
I heard the clicking of the door latch and then the door opened.
"Oh yeah. Clint. Come on in. Joe and his brothers went to a ball game
and should be home anytime now. Come in and wait if you like. Shut the
door behind you and come on down stairs to the family room in the
basement. I'm watching the baseball game on the big screen TV. Do you
like baseball?" Mr. Fox continued talking as he went into the kitchen,
grabbed some beer and a big bottle of soda.
"Excuse the way I'm dressed. I was just relaxing and watching the
game. My boys are out and I was naked before I answered the door. Come
on down stairs until they get here. Watch the junk on the stairs. Been
meaning to throw some of that junk away, but I've been so busy working
10 to 12 hours a day that I'm just too tired to bother. " He continued
as we went down the stairs to the family room.
I hadn't seen much of Mr. Fox before and had wondered what he looked
like. He was taller than I'd remembered. He must have been about 36
years old, had a butch marine haircut with a day old unshaven face. He
had a nice square jaw and long thin neck and eyes and smile like his
oldest son Joe. He had a very trim and well-developed body and a small
amount of hair on his chest that formed a `V' down his firm stomach
over his navel and down to his pubic area. He was wearing a lose pair of
white boxers and nothing else. I was surprised how sexy he appeared. I
could see at first glance a nice package flopping around under his loose
fitted boxers. Joe apparently inherited his body from his father, and
perhaps his cock size as well.
"Clint. Take a seat in that big chair over there. Have some soda? I
lost track of the ball game score and started to watch some of my VCR
flicks. While the younger boys are gone and I am alone, I have a chance
to look at some of my phonographic art films, if you know what I mean."
He laughed and winked at me.
"You and Joe work out at the gym together, huh? He told me the two of
you wrestle a couple of nights together. It's good for him to have
close friends. He gets so engrossed in that football, that he becomes
introverted. I'm glad you two guys are chumming around together. He is
a good kid." He paused and took a sip of his beer before continuing.
"Tell me something, if I can be blunt, do you guys ever get a hard on
while wrestling together? I know I always did when I wrestled." Mr. Fox
suddenly asked me.
"That son of mine has a big prick, just like his dad's." Mr. Fox
laughed again and squeezed his dick.
"I, I, have noticed he has a large^Å.dick." I stuttered trying to
answer him. But^Å.but^ÅMr. Fox you are embarrassing me." I said as I
lowered my head.
"Call me John. I'm sorry. I was just curious what you two do
together. He told me a few things about you and said you sucked a mean
dick. I think that's cool. He never gets enough pussy because of his
large penis, but he's probably told you."
Just about that moment, the phone rang and he got up to answer the
phone. When he passed by me I couldn't help notice he was starting to
get a partial hard on, at least the bulge in his shorts seemed to be
getting bigger. He talked to someone on the phone for a few minutes then
returned and flopped down on the couch closer to me.
"That was Joe. He and his brothers are having some pizza with some
friends and won't be home for another couple hours. I didn't tell him
you were here because I thought you might want to surprise him." John
said to me.
"I guess I should go and come back tomorrow." I said as I started to
get up from the chair and leave.
"You might as well stick around for a while. It would be a good time
for you to show me some of your talents." John said bluntly.
"I hope I don't shock you, but I enjoy a good blow job as well as the
next guy. I don't have many women friends and since I work such long
hours, I find very little sex available. Let's watch one of my movies
and meanwhile you can do what you want with my cock. I won't mention
this to Joe. If you think Joe has a big prick, wait until you see what
his `daddy' got hanging between his legs." Just then John got up,
pulled down his boxers and stood naked before me with a huge hard on.
I thought Joe's 11-inch cock was big, but his dad's dick was even
larger. It had to be a good 12 inches of perfectly formed cock and the
nicest set of low hanging balls I had ever seen. My mouth dropped open
and before I could say anything or protest, John pulled me from the chair
and guided his dick towards my mouth.
The sudden force of his movement surprised me. I tried to push him away,
but he was too strong. I gripped the massive cock with one hand and
placed the other against John's thigh. I wanted to suck it, but the
force of his movements made it awkward trying to guide it into my mouth.
It was huge. not just long, but as big around as my wrist. I managed to
pull back just enough to speak.
"Please Sir. I'll suck your cock, but you'll have to let me do it my
way, otherwise I might injure you. I don't want to do that. I want to do
it right. Please Sir, give me a chance." I pleaded.
John realizing he had too much to drink and stopped trying to force his
cock into the younger man's mouth. He paused and shamefully looked down
at the handsome young man kneeling before him pleading for a chance to
satisfy his desire.
There was a short silence while I wiped the moisture from my mouth. I
looked up at John and realized he was embarrassed at his forcefulness. I
repositioned myself and told John to sit on the couch. I situated myself
between John's long muscular legs, and gently adjusted John's balls and
gripped his cock.
"Sir. Just kick back and enjoy your movies while I make you feel good.
I'm going to remove my sneakers and jeans so I can be comfortable too.
Then I'm going to give you the best `fucken' blowjob you ever had.
Relax."
John got comfortable on the couch, encircled his long legs around Clint,
and placed his feet on the coffee table. This was going to be better than
he imagined. It had been a long time since he had a good suck job.
Clint was still astounded at the large fine-looking cock that was offered
before him. He always enjoyed sucking off Joe, and now the thrill of
sucking off his dad's large cock was just as stimulating. Clint moved
forward to breathe in the body pheromones between John's powerful legs.
He buried his head deep into the soft spongy balls and inhaled again.
John let out a deep sigh.
"Oh yeah, boy! Lick my balls and swab them clean. Un hun. That's
nice." Joe groaned as Clint licked and kissed Joe's balls. He smelled
so musky and manly. Clint still gripped John's large cock with one
hand, as he ran his manipulating tongue up his shaft. There was plenty
of area to cover but Clint was covering every inch of this colossal
dick. He slowly moved up to the hefty cockhead to lick and savor the
salty beer tasting precum juices oozing from John's piss slit.
"Damn! You know how to make a man's prick feel good. No wonder my son
likes having you around. I intend on borrowing you when my boys are out
again. Oh. Yeah, That's a good move. Suck it babe. Make me shoot a
big gob of man juice for you." John said as Clint continued pleasuring
him.
This continued on for a few minutes as both Mr. Fox and Clint enjoyed the
emotion of cocksucking. Clint had a wild, but daring idea. He loved
sucking John's cock, but perhaps he could persuade John to fuck him. He
constantly enjoyed it when Joe fucked him, but could John's enormous
cock penetrate his hole? Clint continued to allow John to enjoy his warm
wet mouth, tongue and hands as he manipulated the 12-inch cock.
Clint paused, got up on the couch, and straddled Joe's hips. Joe opened
his eyes to see what Clint was going to do. Then he realized Clint was
going to try to sit on his cock. John placed his big rough hands to the
boy's firm buttocks and balanced him as he slowly squatted over John's
dick.
"Are you sure you want to try this? I've never fucked an asshole before
but I've always wanted to. The guys tell me it is better than pussy.
You're not virgin, are you?"
Clint laughed lightly and said. "Hell no. That son of yours fucks me
all the time. Whoops! " He said out loud. Perhaps he shouldn't have
said that.
"You mean Joe has been `punking' you all this time? Why you little
bastard. Let's get this show on the road. My Joe's just getting you
stretched out so you could take his daddy's dick. Get your ass on that
couch and let me fuck you doggie style. I need to get off." Joe
demanded as Clint moved cautiously upon the couch.
"I don't have any lube handy, I'll just pour some beer on my dick and
let it run into your hole. Get your ass upon that couch before the boys
come home. I like to fuck a long time before I come." Joe instructed
Clint.
"Sir. I don't know if I can take it without some Vaseline or something
for lubrication. You're not the first big dick I've taken, but it's
no doubt the biggest. Sir. Please promise me you'll take your time and
not split me open. I need to share my boy pussy with Joe."
"Quit stalling and lean over the back of the couch. I'm not going to
hurt you. I just want us to both enjoy a good fuck. Now bend over and
let's get started." John said as Clint leaned over the back of the
couch waiting nervously as John poured some beer on his dick, then some
on Clint's ass crack.
Clint had never used beer for lubrication before, but he needed something
moist. He knew John was not about to rim his ass hole before he fucked
it. John manipulated his dick and put one finger roughly into Clint
anus. Clint flinched until as he felt more fingers being placed into his
hole. A cool rush of beer was being poured over John's fingers as he
finger fucked Clint.
"You have such a tight hole. You sure Joe's been fucking that sweet
little hole? I can see why my boy enjoys using your asshole. It's so
tight. Okay, boy, spread your butt cheeks, your daddy's gonna breed you.
This might hurt some, but I think you like a little pain while you're
getting fucked. Don't you cocksucker?" John continued to guide his
cockhead into Clint's hole.
More beer was applied as John's cockhead slipped into the first few
inches of Clint's anus. Then a few more quick shoves. John waited
until Clint's hole started to relax and receive his cock. John took a
deep breath and moved in a few more inches. Clint flinched, but held his
ground.
"Fuck, boy. You've got half of my prick in you, now hold on. I'm
going in deeper. Ah shit that pussy is tight. Oh Yeah, babe. You are
going to enjoy this daddy dick. Hold on! Hold on!" John repeated as his
cock went deeper and deeper into the tight love canal.
One more push and it went all the way in to his balls. He felt something
give and he was sure he had broken Clint's cherry.
Clint moved back onto John's impaling dick and started twitching and
shuddering. He was cumming. His ass muscles tightened about John's
monster cock. He could feel John's warm balls pressing against his
backside. He gasped out as he continued to spasm with delight, enjoying
his first orgasm with John. Clint shook and trembled one more time, then
took a deep breath and sighed again.
John didn't know what was happening at first, but finally he realized
he had hit that special `G' spot in his male partner. He laughed
softly and hugged Clint tightly as his dick was still buried deep in the
warm body. Clint had taken his full 12 inches of cock, and it felt great.
"That was awesome. You shot your load when I hit a special spot. Does
that happen often? I thought only women came when you fucked them. That
was cool. Now it's my turn, boy. I'm hot and ready to use your tight
ass." John continued. "Man that was incredible." He responded.
" Take me Sir, Use my asshole for your pleasure. I love the feel of your
hard prick deep in my body. Fuck me! Fuck me! You've really got me
turned on. Your dick feels fantastic. Fuck me! Fuck me Mr. Fox please. I
need your cock in me. Use me and fuck me hard. I want your daddy dick."
Clint urged John on.
"Oh yeah. You're a hot little slut whore. I'm going to fuck the hell
out of your boy pussy. Man. You've got a tight hot ass. You like that
daddy dick, don't you bitch? That's what you are. You're my hot
bitch and I'm gonna use your boy pussy for my pleasure. You like that?
You like me calling you my bitch? What a hot fuck you are. Uh huh. Uh
huh. Good boy, good pussy bitch. Fuck you. Fuck you, slut, cocksucking,
pussy boy." John continued to call Clint anything that he could think
of.
He had wanted to call out as he fucked his women but he never had the
chance to call his `bitch' names. He enjoyed it, but most of them
didn't. It really turned him on to verbally abuse his `fuck slut'. He
gave a few smart slaps to Clint's buttocks. That was stimulating too.
Clint only wanted more. He was man enough to take his verbal and physical
abuse.
He fucked Clint hard and long. He would shove it all the way in him,
then pull it out slowly until it would almost slide out, then he would
shove it back in hard. Clint begged for it. He wanted it hard and
rough.
"Fuck me harder, harder. Shove that daddy dick deep in that boy pussy.
Oh Yeah, That's it. Give it to me like a man. Give it to me Daddy.
Bury every inch of your stud meat in my asshole. It's yours to use.
Fuck me hard. Make me cum again. Oh god I need your cock deep in my
body. Oh that's it. Harder, Harder." Clint was begging his man fucker.
John could feel his nuts tighten. He needed to release his cum. It had
been quite a while since he got off with another person. He needed this
in the worst way. The feeling was sensational. He was pounding his cock
deep into Clint's ass. He was releasing all his tension with Clint. It
was good, real good.
He soon felt that familiar spasm in his dick. His prick was expanding
to full capacity, stretching the canal for the final release of his
sperm. He had the most wonderful tingling surge shoot through out his
body and began having a much-needed orgasm. His body moved faster and
faster. Sweat was rolling down his body. His low hanging balls slapped
against Clint's balls. He paused and buried his 12 inches of manhood
deep into the warm ass. He grabbed Clint's buttock and held him tightly
against his body. He began cumming and cumming and cumming.
He shook, moaned out, and shook again, releasing gush after gush of love
juices. He released such an abundant amount of liquid cum that it was
oozing out of Clint's asshole, around his shaft and running down his
balls. He shoved in one last time, stopped and collapsed forward onto
Clint. They lost their balance and rolled off the couch and onto the
floor.
John's dick was still impaled in the boy's ass. Their bodies were wet
with sweat and sticking together. He began kissing Clint's neck and
nibbling on his ears.
After a few minutes of deep breathing, Clint began to giggle realizing
they were on the floor, stuck between the couch and the coffee table. A
bottle of beer had tipped over and was running on his forehead. John
started licking Clint's face as the beer continued to pour. Then John
laughed softly and kissed Clint on the mouth.
"I hope you like warm beer." John said, then both of them laughed
again.
"I think we better try to get untangled and get dressed before the boys
come home. This might be hard to explain." John said as he tried to get
up again.
He let his semi-hard cock slip easily from its nesting place in the
depths of his pussy boy, Clint. He managed to perch his ass briefly upon
the couch, then stood. Clint pulled himself up from the floor, and found
he was staring directly at John's softly hanging cock. He could not
resist. He opened his mouth and engulfed the eight or nine soft inches
into his mouth, and managed to swallow it to the base of John's hairy
crotch. This was a sudden and unexpected pleasure for John to have Clint
go down on his cock like this. It was sensational.
Clint continued to clean and enjoy the remaining juices still remaining
in John's cock and under his foreskin. Soon it began to grow and it
became more than Clint could swallow, but he didn't stop. He caressed
both the big low hanging balls and continued to service John's luscious
cock until he began to cum again, releasing another gratifying flow of
love juices directly into Clint's mouth and down his throat.
"Oh my God. That was unexpected." John said. "^ÅAnd no doubt one of
the best blow jobs I've had in years. Damn boy! You are a real
cock-sucking slut, as well as a good piece of ass. Damn! Damn! Damn!"
John kept repeating as Clint milked down the last few drops of sweet
nectar from John's long shaft.
John bent over and kissed Clint on his blond curly hair then said.
"You can use the half bath over there to clean up and put on your
clothes, and I will run upstairs to the shower before the boys arrive.
Take your time and just sit here on the couch and have some soda. No
more beer for you!" John laughed, grabbed his shorts and hurried up the
stairs to the shower.
Clint picked up his clothes and went into the half bath to clean up
before Joe could discover what he and Joe's hunky, hung dad had been
involved with. He sat on the toilet to clean his ass hole but decided to
keep the warm load of cum deep in his body. The thought of Mr. Fox's cum
remaining in him was kinky, but awesome. That huge cock felt sensational
inside his body. Mr. Fox sure knew how to fuck. Clint was looking
forward to getting fucked by him again soon. Now all he had to do is
gradually break the news to Joe that his dad had fucked the hell out of
him, and he loved it. Or should he? He loved to be rough fucked by
men.
Clint continued to wash. As he was combing his hair, the door opened and
in walked Joe.
"Hey, my hot little wrestling buddy, how ya been? I missed you while
you were gone. I couldn't find anyone that would wrestle with me like
you do. I wonder if they were afraid of me. Ha Ha. I offered to train
Jerry Johnson, but he declined." Joe continued.
He stopped talking while the two boys clung to each other in a big
masculine embrace. The hug lingered, and soon Joe's hand was descending
down to Clint's firm bubble butt. The embrace soon became more
arousing. Joe awkwardly unbuckled Clint's jeans and pulled them downward
over his butt. Clint kicked off his shoes and pulled his legs out of his
jean. Meanwhile Joe was removing his pants and shorts down with one
hand, and feeling Clint's moist ass hole with the other. Their eyes
never left each other's eyes.
Joe lifted Clint and placed his bare ass on the cold counter top. The
boys began kissing. Joe lifted Clint's legs and guided his hard cock
into Clint's well-used ass. He pulled Clint downward on his cock.
Clint's asshole was always ready for Joe's big cock, only this time
his ass was full of warm cum Joe's father had deposited deep in his body
earlier. Joe didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't care. He
was hot to fuck and Clint was ready to receive him. Joe plunged his hard
cock directly into Clint's asshole and began to wildly fuck. It was so
warm and wet. It was awesome. The passion overcame the boys and they
continued to fuck hard and rough.
"Oh Joe. Fuck me man. I love your big cock deep in me. Fuck me man."
Clint muttered in between wild tongue sucking kisses.
Clint had never seen Joe this untamed and passionate before. Joe must
have really missed him. It was like a lovers welcome home. Too soon,
Joe was jabbing his cock into Clint's love hole and cum was squirting
deep into Clint's canal. It was a quick fuck but passionate. Joe took
a deep breath, wiped his brow and looking directly into Clint's eyes
said.
"Welcome home lover. You're as warm and first-rate as ever." Joe
carefully wiped the remaining cum from his cock and pulled up his
clothes. Clint scooted his butt from the counter top, picked up his
jeans and began dressing again. They washed up, kissed and went back
into the family room where Joe's father was sitting on the couch
watching TV. He smiled at the boys.
"Hey Joe. How was the ball game today? Did you bring us any Pizza? Mr.
Fox continued.
"Clint came by to see you before he was returning home. It's getting
pretty late so he can stay the night here with you, if he wants. I gave
the boys permission to stay overnight at Tommy's house tonight, so it
will be just the three of us men." Mr. Fox looked up at Clint, smiled
and winked.
Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@msn.com
©FARM BOYS FROM KANSAS
This story contains male-to-male sexual contact. If you are offended by
love between males or if you are under legal age in your state or
country, then leave now.
Story written by Richard Barber
EyeMrich1@hotmail.com
PART 12, THE VISIT WITH JOE'S FATHER.
My last year in school was more interesting than I had expected,
especially after I met Joe. We had become good friends as well as
sexually compatible. We would meet every Monday and Wednesday after
school in the work out room in the gym. I was still doing my cleaning
chores, plus working out with Joe. We would practice our `wrestling';
which always ended up in a wild fuck. We were both getting pretty good at
this `wrestling' game. I never knew sports could be so stimulating.
This was the only place we could get together in private and have an
excellent time.
Joe had become more open and friendly with other students instead of
being so introverted. He was very popular and I think they were going to
nominate him for `Home Coming King' at the end of the semester. He was
such a good-looking hunk, and I was so proud to be his closest friend
this past year. I was anxious to see whom he was going to take to the
dance. I hoped it would be me, but that would be just too much to
expect. I think the whole school would be shocked to see the two of us
dancing together.
I had just returned from one of my school music trips and hadn't seen
Joe for several days. I missed him awful. When I returned, I decided to
drop by his home to see him before I went back to the farm. It was right
along the way and I wanted to surprise him.
Joe, his father, and two younger brothers lived in a rather unruly
house. I think most people would refer to it as `trailer trash' except
it wasn't a trailer; it was a half constructed home. His father was a
contractor and had been working on it when his wife suddenly died of an
illness. He took it very hard and lost interest in finishing the home so
it remained half finished since that time. The yard had grown up in
weeds and untrimmed bushes. An old broken down car was half buried in the
shrubbery, and an old washer set next to the front porch. The place was
really a mess, which is why I avoided going over there much.
Today was an exception, I was anxious to see Joe so I decided I would
just drop by. I had only been in the house briefly to make a quick phone
call right after Joe and I started hanging around together. It was just
as bad on the inside. Just imagine, one man and three young sons living
in this big house together. The place was very unkempt. They needed some
good housekeeper to straighten it out.
I pulled into the driveway next to Mr. Fox's Ford pickup that he used
for his vocation. Joe's motorcycle was parked under the partially built
garage. I assumed Joe was home, so I went up to the door. I knocked
several times and figured they must be out, so I started to leave when I
heard the door unlock and slightly open.
"Yeah? Who's there?" Came a man's voice thru a small opening in the
front door.
"Hi. Mr. Fox? It's Clint, Joe's friend from school. I was just
driving by and thought I'd see if Joe was home." I said to the voice
behind the door.
I heard the clicking of the door latch and then the door opened.
"Oh yeah. Clint. Come on in. Joe and his brothers went to a ball game
and should be home anytime now. Come in and wait if you like. Shut the
door behind you and come on down stairs to the family room in the
basement. I'm watching the baseball game on the big screen TV. Do you
like baseball?" Mr. Fox continued talking as he went into the kitchen,
grabbed some beer and a big bottle of soda.
"Excuse the way I'm dressed. I was just relaxing and watching the
game. My boys are out and I was naked before I answered the door. Come
on down stairs until they get here. Watch the junk on the stairs. Been
meaning to throw some of that junk away, but I've been so busy working
10 to 12 hours a day that I'm just too tired to bother. " He continued
as we went down the stairs to the family room.
I hadn't seen much of Mr. Fox before and had wondered what he looked
like. He was taller than I'd remembered. He must have been about 36
years old, had a butch marine haircut with a day old unshaven face. He
had a nice square jaw and long thin neck and eyes and smile like his
oldest son Joe. He had a very trim and well-developed body and a small
amount of hair on his chest that formed a `V' down his firm stomach
over his navel and down to his pubic area. He was wearing a lose pair of
white boxers and nothing else. I was surprised how sexy he appeared. I
could see at first glance a nice package flopping around under his loose
fitted boxers. Joe apparently inherited his body from his father, and
perhaps his cock size as well.
"Clint. Take a seat in that big chair over there. Have some soda? I
lost track of the ball game score and started to watch some of my VCR
flicks. While the younger boys are gone and I am alone, I have a chance
to look at some of my phonographic art films, if you know what I mean."
He laughed and winked at me.
"You and Joe work out at the gym together, huh? He told me the two of
you wrestle a couple of nights together. It's good for him to have
close friends. He gets so engrossed in that football, that he becomes
introverted. I'm glad you two guys are chumming around together. He is
a good kid." He paused and took a sip of his beer before continuing.
"Tell me something, if I can be blunt, do you guys ever get a hard on
while wrestling together? I know I always did when I wrestled." Mr. Fox
suddenly asked me.
"That son of mine has a big prick, just like his dad's." Mr. Fox
laughed again and squeezed his dick.
"I, I, have noticed he has a large^Å.dick." I stuttered trying to
answer him. But^Å.but^ÅMr. Fox you are embarrassing me." I said as I
lowered my head.
"Call me John. I'm sorry. I was just curious what you two do
together. He told me a few things about you and said you sucked a mean
dick. I think that's cool. He never gets enough pussy because of his
large penis, but he's probably told you."
Just about that moment, the phone rang and he got up to answer the
phone. When he passed by me I couldn't help notice he was starting to
get a partial hard on, at least the bulge in his shorts seemed to be
getting bigger. He talked to someone on the phone for a few minutes then
returned and flopped down on the couch closer to me.
"That was Joe. He and his brothers are having some pizza with some
friends and won't be home for another couple hours. I didn't tell him
you were here because I thought you might want to surprise him." John
said to me.
"I guess I should go and come back tomorrow." I said as I started to
get up from the chair and leave.
"You might as well stick around for a while. It would be a good time
for you to show me some of your talents." John said bluntly.
"I hope I don't shock you, but I enjoy a good blow job as well as the
next guy. I don't have many women friends and since I work such long
hours, I find very little sex available. Let's watch one of my movies
and meanwhile you can do what you want with my cock. I won't mention
this to Joe. If you think Joe has a big prick, wait until you see what
his `daddy' got hanging between his legs." Just then John got up,
pulled down his boxers and stood naked before me with a huge hard on.
I thought Joe's 11-inch cock was big, but his dad's dick was even
larger. It had to be a good 12 inches of perfectly formed cock and the
nicest set of low hanging balls I had ever seen. My mouth dropped open
and before I could say anything or protest, John pulled me from the chair
and guided his dick towards my mouth.
The sudden force of his movement surprised me. I tried to push him away,
but he was too strong. I gripped the massive cock with one hand and
placed the other against John's thigh. I wanted to suck it, but the
force of his movements made it awkward trying to guide it into my mouth.
It was huge. not just long, but as big around as my wrist. I managed to
pull back just enough to speak.
"Please Sir. I'll suck your cock, but you'll have to let me do it my
way, otherwise I might injure you. I don't want to do that. I want to do
it right. Please Sir, give me a chance." I pleaded.
John realizing he had too much to drink and stopped trying to force his
cock into the younger man's mouth. He paused and shamefully looked down
at the handsome young man kneeling before him pleading for a chance to
satisfy his desire.
There was a short silence while I wiped the moisture from my mouth. I
looked up at John and realized he was embarrassed at his forcefulness. I
repositioned myself and told John to sit on the couch. I situated myself
between John's long muscular legs, and gently adjusted John's balls and
gripped his cock.
"Sir. Just kick back and enjoy your movies while I make you feel good.
I'm going to remove my sneakers and jeans so I can be comfortable too.
Then I'm going to give you the best `fucken' blowjob you ever had.
Relax."
John got comfortable on the couch, encircled his long legs around Clint,
and placed his feet on the coffee table. This was going to be better than
he imagined. It had been a long time since he had a good suck job.
Clint was still astounded at the large fine-looking cock that was offered
before him. He always enjoyed sucking off Joe, and now the thrill of
sucking off his dad's large cock was just as stimulating. Clint moved
forward to breathe in the body pheromones between John's powerful legs.
He buried his head deep into the soft spongy balls and inhaled again.
John let out a deep sigh.
"Oh yeah, boy! Lick my balls and swab them clean. Un hun. That's
nice." Joe groaned as Clint licked and kissed Joe's balls. He smelled
so musky and manly. Clint still gripped John's large cock with one
hand, as he ran his manipulating tongue up his shaft. There was plenty
of area to cover but Clint was covering every inch of this colossal
dick. He slowly moved up to the hefty cockhead to lick and savor the
salty beer tasting precum juices oozing from John's piss slit.
"Damn! You know how to make a man's prick feel good. No wonder my son
likes having you around. I intend on borrowing you when my boys are out
again. Oh. Yeah, That's a good move. Suck it babe. Make me shoot a
big gob of man juice for you." John said as Clint continued pleasuring
him.
This continued on for a few minutes as both Mr. Fox and Clint enjoyed the
emotion of cocksucking. Clint had a wild, but daring idea. He loved
sucking John's cock, but perhaps he could persuade John to fuck him. He
constantly enjoyed it when Joe fucked him, but could John's enormous
cock penetrate his hole? Clint continued to allow John to enjoy his warm
wet mouth, tongue and hands as he manipulated the 12-inch cock.
Clint paused, got up on the couch, and straddled Joe's hips. Joe opened
his eyes to see what Clint was going to do. Then he realized Clint was
going to try to sit on his cock. John placed his big rough hands to the
boy's firm buttocks and balanced him as he slowly squatted over John's
dick.
"Are you sure you want to try this? I've never fucked an asshole before
but I've always wanted to. The guys tell me it is better than pussy.
You're not virgin, are you?"
Clint laughed lightly and said. "Hell no. That son of yours fucks me
all the time. Whoops! " He said out loud. Perhaps he shouldn't have
said that.
"You mean Joe has been `punking' you all this time? Why you little
bastard. Let's get this show on the road. My Joe's just getting you
stretched out so you could take his daddy's dick. Get your ass on that
couch and let me fuck you doggie style. I need to get off." Joe
demanded as Clint moved cautiously upon the couch.
"I don't have any lube handy, I'll just pour some beer on my dick and
let it run into your hole. Get your ass upon that couch before the boys
come home. I like to fuck a long time before I come." Joe instructed
Clint.
"Sir. I don't know if I can take it without some Vaseline or something
for lubrication. You're not the first big dick I've taken, but it's
no doubt the biggest. Sir. Please promise me you'll take your time and
not split me open. I need to share my boy pussy with Joe."
"Quit stalling and lean over the back of the couch. I'm not going to
hurt you. I just want us to both enjoy a good fuck. Now bend over and
let's get started." John said as Clint leaned over the back of the
couch waiting nervously as John poured some beer on his dick, then some
on Clint's ass crack.
Clint had never used beer for lubrication before, but he needed something
moist. He knew John was not about to rim his ass hole before he fucked
it. John manipulated his dick and put one finger roughly into Clint
anus. Clint flinched until as he felt more fingers being placed into his
hole. A cool rush of beer was being poured over John's fingers as he
finger fucked Clint.
"You have such a tight hole. You sure Joe's been fucking that sweet
little hole? I can see why my boy enjoys using your asshole. It's so
tight. Okay, boy, spread your butt cheeks, your daddy's gonna breed you.
This might hurt some, but I think you like a little pain while you're
getting fucked. Don't you cocksucker?" John continued to guide his
cockhead into Clint's hole.
More beer was applied as John's cockhead slipped into the first few
inches of Clint's anus. Then a few more quick shoves. John waited
until Clint's hole started to relax and receive his cock. John took a
deep breath and moved in a few more inches. Clint flinched, but held his
ground.
"Fuck, boy. You've got half of my prick in you, now hold on. I'm
going in deeper. Ah shit that pussy is tight. Oh Yeah, babe. You are
going to enjoy this daddy dick. Hold on! Hold on!" John repeated as his
cock went deeper and deeper into the tight love canal.
One more push and it went all the way in to his balls. He felt something
give and he was sure he had broken Clint's cherry.
Clint moved back onto John's impaling dick and started twitching and
shuddering. He was cumming. His ass muscles tightened about John's
monster cock. He could feel John's warm balls pressing against his
backside. He gasped out as he continued to spasm with delight, enjoying
his first orgasm with John. Clint shook and trembled one more time, then
took a deep breath and sighed again.
John didn't know what was happening at first, but finally he realized
he had hit that special `G' spot in his male partner. He laughed
softly and hugged Clint tightly as his dick was still buried deep in the
warm body. Clint had taken his full 12 inches of cock, and it felt great.
"That was awesome. You shot your load when I hit a special spot. Does
that happen often? I thought only women came when you fucked them. That
was cool. Now it's my turn, boy. I'm hot and ready to use your tight
ass." John continued. "Man that was incredible." He responded.
" Take me Sir, Use my asshole for your pleasure. I love the feel of your
hard prick deep in my body. Fuck me! Fuck me! You've really got me
turned on. Your dick feels fantastic. Fuck me! Fuck me Mr. Fox please. I
need your cock in me. Use me and fuck me hard. I want your daddy dick."
Clint urged John on.
"Oh yeah. You're a hot little slut whore. I'm going to fuck the hell
out of your boy pussy. Man. You've got a tight hot ass. You like that
daddy dick, don't you bitch? That's what you are. You're my hot
bitch and I'm gonna use your boy pussy for my pleasure. You like that?
You like me calling you my bitch? What a hot fuck you are. Uh huh. Uh
huh. Good boy, good pussy bitch. Fuck you. Fuck you, slut, cocksucking,
pussy boy." John continued to call Clint anything that he could think
of.
He had wanted to call out as he fucked his women but he never had the
chance to call his `bitch' names. He enjoyed it, but most of them
didn't. It really turned him on to verbally abuse his `fuck slut'. He
gave a few smart slaps to Clint's buttocks. That was stimulating too.
Clint only wanted more. He was man enough to take his verbal and physical
abuse.
He fucked Clint hard and long. He would shove it all the way in him,
then pull it out slowly until it would almost slide out, then he would
shove it back in hard. Clint begged for it. He wanted it hard and
rough.
"Fuck me harder, harder. Shove that daddy dick deep in that boy pussy.
Oh Yeah, That's it. Give it to me like a man. Give it to me Daddy.
Bury every inch of your stud meat in my asshole. It's yours to use.
Fuck me hard. Make me cum again. Oh god I need your cock deep in my
body. Oh that's it. Harder, Harder." Clint was begging his man fucker.
John could feel his nuts tighten. He needed to release his cum. It had
been quite a while since he got off with another person. He needed this
in the worst way. The feeling was sensational. He was pounding his cock
deep into Clint's ass. He was releasing all his tension with Clint. It
was good, real good.
He soon felt that familiar spasm in his dick. His prick was expanding
to full capacity, stretching the canal for the final release of his
sperm. He had the most wonderful tingling surge shoot through out his
body and began having a much-needed orgasm. His body moved faster and
faster. Sweat was rolling down his body. His low hanging balls slapped
against Clint's balls. He paused and buried his 12 inches of manhood
deep into the warm ass. He grabbed Clint's buttock and held him tightly
against his body. He began cumming and cumming and cumming.
He shook, moaned out, and shook again, releasing gush after gush of love
juices. He released such an abundant amount of liquid cum that it was
oozing out of Clint's asshole, around his shaft and running down his
balls. He shoved in one last time, stopped and collapsed forward onto
Clint. They lost their balance and rolled off the couch and onto the
floor.
John's dick was still impaled in the boy's ass. Their bodies were wet
with sweat and sticking together. He began kissing Clint's neck and
nibbling on his ears.
After a few minutes of deep breathing, Clint began to giggle realizing
they were on the floor, stuck between the couch and the coffee table. A
bottle of beer had tipped over and was running on his forehead. John
started licking Clint's face as the beer continued to pour. Then John
laughed softly and kissed Clint on the mouth.
"I hope you like warm beer." John said, then both of them laughed
again.
"I think we better try to get untangled and get dressed before the boys
come home. This might be hard to explain." John said as he tried to get
up again.
He let his semi-hard cock slip easily from its nesting place in the
depths of his pussy boy, Clint. He managed to perch his ass briefly upon
the couch, then stood. Clint pulled himself up from the floor, and found
he was staring directly at John's softly hanging cock. He could not
resist. He opened his mouth and engulfed the eight or nine soft inches
into his mouth, and managed to swallow it to the base of John's hairy
crotch. This was a sudden and unexpected pleasure for John to have Clint
go down on his cock like this. It was sensational.
Clint continued to clean and enjoy the remaining juices still remaining
in John's cock and under his foreskin. Soon it began to grow and it
became more than Clint could swallow, but he didn't stop. He caressed
both the big low hanging balls and continued to service John's luscious
cock until he began to cum again, releasing another gratifying flow of
love juices directly into Clint's mouth and down his throat.
"Oh my God. That was unexpected." John said. "^ÅAnd no doubt one of
the best blow jobs I've had in years. Damn boy! You are a real
cock-sucking slut, as well as a good piece of ass. Damn! Damn! Damn!"
John kept repeating as Clint milked down the last few drops of sweet
nectar from John's long shaft.
John bent over and kissed Clint on his blond curly hair then said.
"You can use the half bath over there to clean up and put on your
clothes, and I will run upstairs to the shower before the boys arrive.
Take your time and just sit here on the couch and have some soda. No
more beer for you!" John laughed, grabbed his shorts and hurried up the
stairs to the shower.
Clint picked up his clothes and went into the half bath to clean up
before Joe could discover what he and Joe's hunky, hung dad had been
involved with. He sat on the toilet to clean his ass hole but decided to
keep the warm load of cum deep in his body. The thought of Mr. Fox's cum
remaining in him was kinky, but awesome. That huge cock felt sensational
inside his body. Mr. Fox sure knew how to fuck. Clint was looking
forward to getting fucked by him again soon. Now all he had to do is
gradually break the news to Joe that his dad had fucked the hell out of
him, and he loved it. Or should he? He loved to be rough fucked by
men.
Clint continued to wash. As he was combing his hair, the door opened and
in walked Joe.
"Hey, my hot little wrestling buddy, how ya been? I missed you while
you were gone. I couldn't find anyone that would wrestle with me like
you do. I wonder if they were afraid of me. Ha Ha. I offered to train
Jerry Johnson, but he declined." Joe continued.
He stopped talking while the two boys clung to each other in a big
masculine embrace. The hug lingered, and soon Joe's hand was descending
down to Clint's firm bubble butt. The embrace soon became more
arousing. Joe awkwardly unbuckled Clint's jeans and pulled them downward
over his butt. Clint kicked off his shoes and pulled his legs out of his
jean. Meanwhile Joe was removing his pants and shorts down with one
hand, and feeling Clint's moist ass hole with the other. Their eyes
never left each other's eyes.
Joe lifted Clint and placed his bare ass on the cold counter top. The
boys began kissing. Joe lifted Clint's legs and guided his hard cock
into Clint's well-used ass. He pulled Clint downward on his cock.
Clint's asshole was always ready for Joe's big cock, only this time
his ass was full of warm cum Joe's father had deposited deep in his body
earlier. Joe didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't care. He
was hot to fuck and Clint was ready to receive him. Joe plunged his hard
cock directly into Clint's asshole and began to wildly fuck. It was so
warm and wet. It was awesome. The passion overcame the boys and they
continued to fuck hard and rough.
"Oh Joe. Fuck me man. I love your big cock deep in me. Fuck me man."
Clint muttered in between wild tongue sucking kisses.
Clint had never seen Joe this untamed and passionate before. Joe must
have really missed him. It was like a lovers welcome home. Too soon,
Joe was jabbing his cock into Clint's love hole and cum was squirting
deep into Clint's canal. It was a quick fuck but passionate. Joe took
a deep breath, wiped his brow and looking directly into Clint's eyes
said.
"Welcome home lover. You're as warm and first-rate as ever." Joe
carefully wiped the remaining cum from his cock and pulled up his
clothes. Clint scooted his butt from the counter top, picked up his
jeans and began dressing again. They washed up, kissed and went back
into the family room where Joe's father was sitting on the couch
watching TV. He smiled at the boys.
"Hey Joe. How was the ball game today? Did you bring us any Pizza? Mr.
Fox continued.
"Clint came by to see you before he was returning home. It's getting
pretty late so he can stay the night here with you, if he wants. I gave
the boys permission to stay overnight at Tommy's house tonight, so it
will be just the three of us men." Mr. Fox looked up at Clint, smiled
and winked.
Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@msn.com