Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 22:52:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Briar Underwood <briarunderwood@yahoo.com>
Subject: Break In

This story is completely fictional.  Any similarities to people and events
that have happened is purely coincidental.  Remember that the people in
this story are fictional, so the fact that they aren't using condoms does
not mean you shouldn't.  Play safe.

If you have any questions or comments, please email me at
briarunderwood@yahoo.com

This story contains incest and watersports.  If you have any qualms about
such acts, I suggest you hit the back button on your web browser.

Break In
by Briar Underwood

	My name is Drake.  It's not a very common name, I know, and I like
that about it.  I'm 15 and I am proud of my heritage, whatever it may be.
You see, I am mixed with everything under the sun.  I'm 5'6" tall and have
somewhat tan skin.  I don't work out much, and it shows, but I'm not obese,
or anything like that.  I'm hairless except for a trail leading from my
belly button to a bush around my cock and balls.  I have about a 6 inch.  I
like to think so, at least.  Really it's a quarter inch shorter, but you
won't hear me admitting that to my friends.
	Looks like mine come from my father, Mark.  He's four inches taller
than me and has a real man's build.  He should, since he works in
construction.  He has a beer belly, but really big strong arms.  he's 40
years old, and still has his real hair.  In fact, his real hair covers his
whole body.  There's a forest on his arms and twice that on his chest and
stomach.  He has really hairy legs that lead to a very hairy ass.  He's got
more than a bush around his dick, which stands proud at 7 inches when hard.
	There was one time when we used to be a real family.  We used to
eat at the dinner table on time, and there was all of us: mom, dad, and me.
But my mom just up and left with her tennis instructor.  I don't even
remember when she started taking tennis lessons.  I remember overhearing
the message on the answering machine she left; something about not getting
what she needed in bed.  I was 10 then.  I thought all she needed was
sleep.
	From then on, my dad would go to work, and come home late.  I'd be
with a baby sitter, until I was 13.  He thought I was old enough to take
care of myself, then.  I would order out each night, and save some for my
dad when he came home, which was usually around 10 or 11 at night.  I
wouldn't say I was really close to my dad, but I wouldn't say we talked a
whole lot.
	One day, I stayed up so I could ask him about going to the movies
the next day with my friends.  It was around nine thirty, and I was in my
room reading a book for school, when I heard sounds from the living room.
Dad came home early, I thought.  I walked out into the living room, but it
was pitch black.  The lights were off, and the sliding glass door was wide
open.  I had forgotten to lock it.
	Just then, someone grabbed my hands and tied them behind my back.
I barely had time to notice what was going on, and whoever it was had
thrown me over his shoulder and carried me to my room.  I was thrown on my
bed, and saw a man in black attire, looking like a robber from the movies.
He had dark hair, like mine, and he looked like he could have been Mexican.
He looked at me and smiled.  I was wearing what I normally wear before I go
to sleep, just a pair of boxers.

	"Is there anyone else here?" he asked.

	"No," I said.  "Who are you and what to you want here."

	"Isn't it obvious?" he said.  "I thought no one was home, because
there were no cars, so it was a surprise running into you.  I just wanted
to clear this place out, but I guess I'll have to deal with you first."

	I had thought about other guys before.  You see, I had discovered
the joys of masturbation a year ago, and found myself thinking of other
guys when I did jack off.  This guy was a particular hunk, and I found
myself getting hard just looking at his tight black shirt, and black
sweatpants.  I guess he saw me getting hard, because he looked at me and
smiled again.

	"Looks like you like this a little, don't you?" He said.  "I can
see you gettin' a little boner over there.  You're a little faggot, aren't
you?  You must be, and since you are you must love cock."

	As he said this, he rubbed his cock through the pants, and I could
see him tenting a little.  I got more excited and grabbed my dick and
started playing with it under the fabric of my boxers.

	"You must like faggots, mister, 'cause you're gettin' a bit happy
over there," I risked saying.  I knew I was in his complete control because
I was alone in the house.  "You were almost right about there being no one
home.  My dad is out working late, and I'm the only one here."

	"You know what, I do like faggots, 'cause they know how to take
care of my friend here," he said.  Then he pulled down the front of his
pants under his balls, exposing his dick and hairy nutsack in the middle of
my room.  "I could kill you right here, but if you keep quiet about this,
I'll let you live."

	He walked over to my bed and pulled his shirt off, letting his
hairy chest out and exposing his abs come into view.  He pulled down the
rest of his pants and sat on my bed with his back against the wall.

	"Come over here and suck my dick for me," he growled.

	I let go of my cock and crawled over to his legs.  I had never
sucked a cock before, and it seemed that his big 8 inch cock would be a lot
for a first time.  I leaned over and he put his hand on my head.  I opened
my mouth and put the top of his mushroom in.  I sucked on it like a
lollipop and he moaned with pleasure.  I let more of it in and he pushed
almost half of it in my mouth.  He pulled out and started thrusting into my
mouth without me doing anything.  I gagged when he tried to push all of it
in my mouth and he moaned and laughed at the same time.  That really turned
him on.

	Just then, I noticed a figure over at the door.  My dad had come
in, and he had been standing at the door.  The crazy thing was, he wasn't
mad.  He was turned on!  I could tell because he had his hands down his
pants.

	The guy looked up and saw my dad.  He was probably shocked at
first, but when he saw my dad jerking his cock at the door, he waved him in
and smiled.

	"I'm Jake, and sorry about the whole breaking in thing," he said to
my dad as I kept on sucking him. "I meant to steal from you, but when I saw
this boy looking at my dick, and getting a hard on, I had to let him suck
me."

	"You'd probably have your head kicked in right now," my dad said,
"but this is really hot, so right now, it doesn't matter how you got
in...just what you do now."

	I was bent over with my ass exposed, and I felt Jake take his hand
and rub it over my ass, and pull down the boxers.  He spanked me a little
and motioned for my dad to mount me.

	"You know, it'd be really hot if you took is boy cherry," Jake said
to my dad.

	Without hesitation, my dad stood up and undressed.  He spat on his
hand and lubed up his dick.  Without even lubing my ass, he started to prod
my hole.  I felt violated, but in a good way.  I knew now that this was
what I wanted.  I stroked my boy cock and sucked Jake's dick with vigor.  I
could even get most of it down my throat now.  My dad pushed his head into
my asshole and I felt a lot of pain go through me, but Jake told me to push
out, like I was taking a shit.  Soon, my dad got his head in.  I don't
think he cared if I was used to it or not, because he just pushed all of it
in.  I gasped/moaned or whatever it was I could do because I still had
Jake's dick in my mouth.  My dad started thrusting into me, making my head
go deeper into Jake's bush.

	"I'm gonna cum, baby," Jake moaned, and with a few quick thrusts,
his cum gushed into my throat.  I had no choice but to swallow, because his
dick was so far down my throat.  He just kept fucking my head to get the
juice out, and he was STILL hard.  "Let's switch," he said to my dad.

	My dad pulled out of my ass and Jake switched places with him.  I
bent over again and Jake's dick soon filled the space my dad had occupied.
Jake's dick was bigger, and I screamed from the pain, but it only made him
enjoy it.  I enjoyed it, too.  My dad pulled my head to his balls and I
bathed them with my tongue.  I knew my dad had worked hard today, and his
balls smelled of sweat.  I ran my tongue up his shaft and cleaned off the
ass gunk that my ass left on it.  My dad moaned and grabbed my head and
forced his whole dick down my throat.  I could take that easily now, after
Jake.  That's when both Jake and my dad went crazy.  Jake ravaged my
boy-cunt.  He bucked into me and made me lurch forward.  My dad made my
mouth his bitch.  He skull-raped me, using his hands to force my head down,
while he thrusted forward.  Pretty soon, my dad was groaning out loud.

	" Oh...yeah...fuck yeah...come on boy...take daddy's dick...daddy's
gonna cum now...daddy's gonna make you swallow...swallow daddy's cum boy!"
and then he came in my mouth, and I swallowed every last bit of it.  He was
still thrusting into me.

	Jake blew his second load into my ass, and spanked me at the end.
He pulled out and lay flat on the bed, looking all worn out.  I still had
my dad's dick in my mouth when all of a sudden a jet of warm piss shot out
of his dick.  I tried to pull away, but he held my head down on his dick.
He pissed into my mouth and made me swallow all of it. It went on a long
time, and tasted salty, but after a while, I started to like it.  Jake
looked over and saw me swallowing and said, "Damn, that boy can take piss
like he's a urinal."  After dad stopped he pulled out and handed me over to
Jake.

	"If you gotta go, use him, too," Dad said.  And Jake did have to
go.  He made me sit on the floor and open my mouth.  He straddled me and
put his balls on my face, dragging them down my nose and over my mouth.  He
aimed his dick at my eager mouth and let loose a long jet of salty piss.  I
let it run down my mouth and he laughed with pleasure.  As he was almost
done, he let the last few drops leave my mouth and fall on my chest.  The
hot piss hit me and I blew my load on my chest.  He slapped his dick on my
face and told me I was good.

	"Remember our address," my dad said from the bed.  Jake was getting
dressed and ready to leave.

	"Oh I won't," he said.  "You can be sure that I'll be coming back
at least once a week.  Whether you're around or not."

	After he left, my dad told me to clean myself off.  I remembered to
ask him if I could go to the movies the next day, and he told me to have
fun, but to remember to be back home before he got home.

	"I'm gonna be holding in my piss all day, so make sure you get here
for your daily dose of piss."