Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:10:51 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Training Sessions with My Dad 14

Ninety percent of this scenario is based upon my true life experiences and
is told for the personal pleasure of similarly inclined adults. Be
forewarned, it covers W/S, Teen sex--not incest--, scat, etc.

IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
Author: Hugh Sacks                        hughsacks@hotmail.com


Training Session 14                First trip to the lodge.


Talk about hideaways?  The men had been working on this `fishing' lodge for
over ten years with each of them supplying their own particular expertise
or talent.

It all started out when long-John (he was 6'8" and had a proportionately
long prick) bought a franchise from a new motel chain that was determined
to equal or beat the then most popular Holiday Inn. It was in the mid 1980s
and no expense was spared in lying out and furnishing this new state of the
art motel.  It had larger rooms and baths some with whirlpools.  There was
a well lounge with a stone fireplace and high timber ceiling, which is now
their play area, and a kitchen to prepare buffet breakfasts.  It also had a
large heated swimming pool with changing rooms.

Long John was doing quite well and while he was still over his head in
debt, keeping up with the franchise payments, he and his wife-partner Jane
were able to make a go of it, that is until news broke that the interstate
highway was entering our state and planned to build the inter state
expressway two miles east of the state highway that the motel was on. The
chain fought a good fight but in the end lost out. They dissolved the
franchise and rather than pay back any of the money, they gave John the
motel with all the amenities.  He was able to make a few bucks selling off
some of the furnishings but that was it.

About this time he and his wife had gotten into sun bathing and nudist
camping and decided to give their now, very isolated, location a shot at
nude weekending. It was also listed or advertised as `not appropriate for
children', meaning it was an open sex nudist colony.  It was only open on
holiday weekends and in the summer; from what I heard it was very popular.
Those who just wanted to look could look; those who wanted have sex, either
in open, for all to enjoy, or in the privacy of their room, could do just
that. TVs had close circuit channels that covered every perversion known.

But that too came to a halt when his wife found that John could not satisfy
her insatiable lust for men, especially young black men. It was said that
she took on a whole football team one weekend and even they couldn't
satisfy her. She'd been fucked, front and rear, over 50 times in three
days; much to the enjoyment and cheering of the other guests and team
members.  In the divorce he had to give her half of what remained of the
motel; it wasn't much but it was all he had.

He then went into partnership with Dick whose auto dealership was expanding
into auto repairs.  He was more interested in rebuilding cars for stock car
racing than he was in selling new cars, however well that paid in this
small, country area. His used car lot was much more profitable than the new
cars `cause he was able to pick up insurance covered damaged cars at a very
low price, put them back into excellent condition and sell them as almost
new.

The motel for all intent and purposes was left to dry rot and it did, that
is until dad's special friends increased to a size that no private home or
location could hold them.  They had also grown in their perverted quests
and really wanted a place they could leave set up.  As it was now, when
they found an isolated place to play they spent days assembling all the
kinky equipment they used and then another few days, cleaning up their
mess.  They really wanted a private place, to call their own.

Dad had taken to hiring only guys who he knew were into such filth or that
he and the others thought they could bring along--as he was brining me and
as Darrell was bringing along his nephew Kevin.

Dick had picked up on the hiring success dad had and followed suite and now
he too has several very talented, interested men.  The one thing that all
the guys insisted on was cleanliness and drug freeness and it took several
years for several of these young studs to realize that if they wanted to
play, dirty, with the big boys, that they'd have to clean up their acts.
In a couple of cases it, in the strangest way possible, helped their
marriages.

The three who were married had strong unions; those who weren't got
everything they needed through our `buddy' system. A little bit like
Alcoholics Anonymous: every time you found yourself in need of a drink or
fix, you'd call an A.A. buddy and he'd talk you out of it.  The only
difference is that in our buddy system, the buddy was there to supply your
every, perverted, need to both of the buddy's satisfaction.

While I, to this point, had never had the need of a buddy, as my dad and I
supply all the sex either of us could ever need, there would be a time when
I might need help and I was glad such support, men, were there for me.

There was a large truck stop / gas station that was also affected by the
interstate highway move and while it too had survived a few years as a
repair station, it folded also.  Dick was looking for a more isolated area
that would allow him to make all the noise he wanted late into the
night. Work-ing on his cars at the dealership, late at night, caused
problems with the neighbors and the dust it spread over his new
vehicles. Moving out to this remote location would be perfect and he picked
it up for a song. It too, came with lifts and other equipment that he did
not have in the dealership.

He was afraid he's loose his best men when they realized that it was a long
drive to the `SHED' but none did; they seemed to like being isolated and
alone.  They soon filled every bay with cars being brought back to saleable
condition.

There was a wire link fence around the property and the wild ivy had over
taken it so that you couldn't tell that there was any road behind the shed
that had led to the motel when it was used as a nudist camp. They were also
able to dispose of the metal trash out in those fields behind this fence.

The `lodge idea' came from such an observation; that of reopening the motel
as a private lodge for the guys. It was going to take a few bucks to do it
but when it was proposed to the group of 12 men, it met with over whelming
agreement. In fact, by the time they got into the project, every one had
contributed materials, labor and knowledge that none of them new they had.

Things like: The company that had leased a chain link fence around another
commercial project had gone `belly-up' and didn't want it back.  There was
more than enough to surround the rest of the twelve acres the motel stood
on with a high security-privacy fence. Signs were added to every post that
there was high voltage danger due to the power line tower that was in sight
of the property. There was a fake 800 number to call if there was any thing
wrong.  That number ran in the shed of the car rebuild-ing company.  That
phone never rang.

The motel clubhouse was left in a rundown condition on the outside so that
it wouldn't attract any attention; however the inside was brought back to
tip top condition so the guys could play around in perfect comfort.  All
the carpeting was removed and the cement flooring was sealed against water
and all other moistures. It could be hosed down in a matter of minutes.
They could cook and barbeque with large freezers storing seasonal foods;
there was commercial laundry equipment should they need to clean
up-----that, however, was never used to my knowledge. The closed circuit TV
system was reconnected and the guys could see themselves play around and
maybe even catch some of the action they'd not been part of.  Again, as a
security protection, they all witness the destruction of those videotapes
each time they shut down.

                    How to get there:

For security protection, new comers like Kevin, and me had to go through
the ritual or initiation of being presented to the `club'.  You've read
about our trip, dad and I on his Harley, and as we got to the edge of the
property, opposite the Shed, we had to disrobe and make the last mile
completely naked.  No one was to wear any clothing for the duration of
their stay.  While I did have the use of riding the last mile with my dad I
was hooded securely with a wet suit type hood so that only my nose and
mouth were visible or useful.

Dad had explained, while we rode, how other pledges, initiates, were
similarly hooded but were lead around and around paths that went over
unused rail road tracks, through water fill ducts, on their hands and
knees, and then finally to the gravel path that led to the lodge. Thus,
they would have no idea of where they were or how to escape from or return
to the lodge.

It was there that I was handcuffed to the other initiate who was similarly
hooded. Later the other men were talking about a former initiate who
couldn't or wouldn't perform the simplest of tasks and so was re-hooded and
taken back the same way, up to the express way, still naked.  His hood was
removed and he had to fend for him self.  Even if he wanted to squeal on us
or cause us problems, he'd never be able to tell or show anyone where it
was.  He was also reminded that we knew where he lived and worked. He
didn't know that much about any of us and we were prepared to protect out
hideout in every way necessary, even to eliminating him as an
eyewitness. He was chicken, squeamish, enough to believe that TV drama
scenario.  Later that year he left town, never to be heard from again.

Another protection: As there might be a lot of cars parked around an
abandoned motel, raising questions to anyone who happened to stumble upon
the area, the guys took to parking their trucks, bikes, cars, in and around
the Shed along with all the other vehicles parked there, waiting to be
worked on.  It was just a mile walk down the abandoned road to get to the
lodge. The guys eagerly followed the rules of the club and left their
cloths in the Shed and made the trek to the lodge naked. Horse playing was
a given as they grabbed for swaying balls and smacked one another's asses
as the walked.

If they needed to drive a truck there to drop off supplies, that over grown
ivy covered chain-link fence gate would open up and the truck could pull in
and then, when closed, it would look like a the long ivy covered wall, as
it had looked for years.

In the 20 years that it existed, there was never a breach of this security
system and the men, by then limited to 12, could have their fill of every
perversion they could conceive of doing.

While I knew of its existence 5 years before I was allowed to participate,
I did not know exactly of all the things that went on there.  I was only
able to attend twice before I went off to college. I did set a club record
for being fucked, top and bottom, 38 times in a long weekend which is a
long way from Jane's record but then I was much younger and less
experienced.

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For the first day and a half we were kept hooded and cuffed to a similar
guy and told to keep silent until spoken to and then it was just to perform
an act on the another guy for their visual entertainment or to sexually
satisfy their perverted urges. It was thus that I knew who my cuff mate was

There was only one guy I knew who had as delicious a cock as my partners
and when told to suck him off, not using my hands, I knew the velvetiness'
of that cock could only belong to a black man and the black man that I'd
had sex with before was Kevin.  We'd performed well, and the guys agreed
that we would make valuable assets to the club, so our masks and cuffs were
removed.

This is slightly out of order but if you can do this it will greatly
enhance your reading of the following. By popular command, Carl had me I
duplicate this scene 6 months later only it was with the addition of his
expertise as a French horn musician. Get a recording of Beethoven's Fifty
Symphony in C minor, especially the final movement, and listen to it as you
read this scene. Punch after punch of cock into my ass is what was
happening to me and then there was a long, slow, pause while I cleaned up a
cock and then it would start all over again with another man, the deep
pounding, dramatic repetition-----a pause----and then more fucking.  It
really does enhance the thrill, excitement, the awesomeness of this
experience.  Try it, you'll like it.

After a hardy lunch I was chosen to be the entertainment for the day. I was
strapped in the leather sling; face down with my wrists pulled up and out
being held in the fleece cuffs. I felt like I was playing airplane, running
around in my back yard. My face was resting on the very edge of the sling,
strategically placed at cock height.

My legs dangled freely over the end of the sling and my cock and balls hung
free with full access to any hands that wanted to play with or torture
then----and they did both---much to my pleasure. My ass was exposed with
ready access to any and all for their pleasure.

My thought was that I would take all they could give me and thus make my
dad, my sponsor, proud of his initiate. To that date, I had probably been
fucked by JR, Darrell and Kevin 5 times over a long day `n night.

I had no idea I would get so hot and turned on by this.  My body quivered
with excitement and pride.  I was the best they'd ever seen and I was being
turned on by that until I'd lost count of how many cocks I'd taken or how
long I'd been in the sling.

The general scene was that the men would line up behind me, waiting for
their turn, making shouts of cheer and encouragement to both the fucker and
the fuckee.  They were all experience with this scene and knew not to shoot
their cum the first few times around.  They could and did, piss in my ass,
which made a wonderful mess. They'd commanded me not to shit during the
previous day and a half---so I was full of solid, rich, shit.

When the first three guys had fucked me long enough to get their cock and
crotch good and dirty, they'd step around and shove their brown, smelly
cocks into my mouth to lick, suck them clean. The waste was solid, rich and
dark brown. I did, and do, so love eating my own shit.  After the first
piss had filled my ass to overflowing, their cocks, crotch and balls became
much messier and it was much easier to suck and lick them clean.

Cock after cock after cock sank deeper and deeper into my young body.  And,
as you already know, some of the guys were extremely well endowed,
thickness wise, and that forced more thin shit to escape my body.  It was
running down my balls and legs.  A couple of the guys took to getting under
me and eating my nuts and licking my shit covered legs.  The sensation of
three or four guys' working on my body at the same time made my mind spin
in pleasure. I now knew how my dad felt when Darrell, Kevin and JR were
servicing him at the same time.

Fuck after FUCK ____FUCK after fuck they kept pumping away and I had all I
could do to keep up with the cleaning, drinking process.  The high light
came when they actually got into a swaying rhythm and my body seemed to be
taking over control of the whole act.  The guys seemed to be standing still
while my sweaty, piss covered body; swung backwards to suck up the rock
hard piston of a cock behind me as my mouth was being pulled off the shit
covered cock that I'd been cleaning, suckin'

And then the reverse action: Without effort on any ones part, I was drawn
to the cock in front of me and I had to swallow it to the hilt while
feeling the shit drawn outta' me as the cock that was fucking me was
released. It all seemed so bazaar and I loved it. It was as though we'd all
lost control and I was just swinging on the rope swing from the tree in my
backyard.

As though this wasn't enough pleasure for the three of us, I took to
holding my ass as tight as I could and biting down on the cock in my mouth
so that it gave much pleasure to the fucker as his tried to enter my shit
channel and the other end guy was whaling in the ecstasy as my teeth
scrapped the length of his rod, biting his foreskin to hang on to it.

I think this was what caused them to line up, two deep, to have go after go
after go at my never tiring body.

When I did relax and let them take back their control, my rear end, cock
and balls and my mouth and throat became hotter and hotter due to the
friction that was building up in all of us.

After a round or two of thus fucking and sucking they would back off to
catch their breaths and for me to savor all that was aching and burning in
my body.

Then Darrell stepped forward and began to get his limp rod up and ready for
the next act by whipping my brown colored face with it.  It was long enough
to hold it at its base and still have enough to smack the shit from my
cheeks.  When he felt it was ready he grabbed my head by my ears and hair
and holding it firmly in place he began, slowly, to `piston' screw my
mouth.  I'd experienced his cock several times before a year ago and could
never get even half of it in my hungry, eager, mouth.  But with this
slower, more patient, deliberate approach I had high hopes of taking every
thing he had to offer.

Within a few strokes the girth of his satin, dark brown cock, had filled my
mouth and still I could see his groin a few inches from my nose.  It was on
that penetration that I felt his cock head touching my tonsils and with
that, shut off my swallowing channel. I was able to breath through my nose
but in that degree of excitement, I needed to gasp through my mouths, and I
couldn't.  I was scared.

He knew exactly what he was doing as this must happen to everyone he's been
able to fuck, full length.  Immediately he with drew but then made thrust
after thrust, gentle ones, until I felt and almost heard his cock head pass
through my tonsils and head down my throat.  That's when I got so scared
that I pulled my head up and off his cock, even though he still had a firm
grip on my head.

"Baby, just relax...It'll all fit; trust me." And while I felt a great
sense of relief when he pulled back a few inches, but still did not pull
out of my mouth, I was eager to have him try again.  I was anxious to feel,
know, what it would be like to be harpooned with a human javelin.

It did take a minute or two and two more thrusts but then it happened: the
full width and length of his cock head penetrated my throat and as he
continued to pull my head down and over his cock, as he would if he were
pulling on a rubber, I completely relaxed and didn't attempt to breath.

I could feel it stretching my throat and I'm sure the guys who'd gathered
around could see it pushing out my neck.  The sensation was awesome but
ended as quickly as it started.

Through the sighs and whistles of the rest of the guys he said in a sweet,
soft voice,

"Ready to ride the shoots? (A water park ride) Ready to swallow my whole
body?  Not many have been able to do it but I'm betting you can.  Take a
very deep breath and hold it.  Here goes!"

I did just that with such a degree of excite-ment and anticipation that I
seemed to leave my own body and watch while floating in mid air. Thrust
after thrust, jab after slow jab his 11 inch cock was easily penetrating my
throat and my face was proudly being slammed into his silky smooth
groin. There was a lot of shit and piss there from previous penetrations
into my ass and I would love to have sniffed it all back but I was
dutifully following his instruction to hold my breath.

As much as I remember every second of this encounter, I'm not sure if he
had punctured my throat 3 or 5 times but I do remember not wanting it to
stop, even if I had to pass out from loss of air.

"Now for the piece' de resistance ...for the grand finale.

"OOOHH this boy is sooo FUCKIN' HOT!!.  He's taking everything I've got and
askin' for mor' !

"I don' wan it to stop but I can't hold back any longer...

"OOOOOHHHH take it all baby... take my massive load of cum...

"SWALLOW it all down like the bitch you are.  Make your daddy proud of you
! ! ! !"

The cheering and whistling was defining and he did just that.  I could feel
the supply vain in his cock enlarging as it carried stream after stream
after stream of thick, creamy, cum into my throat.  I was surprised to
realize that there wasn't any taste, just the glorious sensation of burning
liquid being powerfully injected into my body.

I couldn't swallow, so it all had to be forced deeper and deeper into my
body by the onslaught of the next shots of cum.  I'd seen Darrell shoot
before and this was every bit as much as any of those----a good 10 full
blown shots.

It was only when he finished and slightly withdrew his rod that I got the
taste of the after shots in my mouth and on my tongue that I could actually
taste his precious jism, his royal Jamaican cream.

I really didn't want to swallow, hoping that I could somehow suck it back
but natural reactions took over and I had to take several very deep, long
gasps of the foulest smelling air.

He released his grasp on my head and just let me bury my panting face in
his crotch as he collapsed over my back and began to squeeze my ass.

Then there was a long pause and all the guys where smacking each other and
makin' comments of having witnessed such an accomplishment. I just hung
there with a grin of pride and accomplishment on my face.

Out-da respect for what had just been accomplished and not wanting to be
made a wimp by not being able to equal the act of fucking my throat, they
released their built up sexual energies by again attacking my ass.

Nothing could be better than what had just happened and as I wallowed in
the remembrance of it, I completely relaxed and just let them fuck to their
hearts content.

Dad seemed to be the judge or referee of who could go when and how many
times each guy got to fuck my ass and mouth.  I could see how much pleasure
all of this was giving him.  I was making him so proud of what I could do
and take and I was giving his friends such pleasure that he was able to
shoot his load several times during this even.  Much of the shouting and
encouragement was coming from him.

He was one FUCKING PROUD FATHER.

He later made the proclamation that 38 cocks had penetrated my ass and 30
guys had me lick or such their cocks clean in a space of about 12 hours. If
I had the opportunity to do it again, I'd require all of them to come in my
mouth.  As always it's a pleasure to feel the penetrating fuck rods in my
ass stiffen in that frozen moment when they shot their massive loads of cum
into my ass. The only ones who really benefited from the cum were the guys
that were under me, sucking up the shit, piss and cum as it was being
forced out by the next guy who was fuckin' me.

I'm not complaining; I did get a lot of cum shot in my mouth and throat.
Even with my eyes closed in the mystery of darkness, I was always able to
tell Darrell and Kevin's satin black cocks and they were always able to
shoot several loads of THE richest jism in one night.  Those I do remember
and would swish their cum around in my mouth before being forced to swallow
it before the next cock presented itself for cleaning.

For those of you who are concerned about the incestuous nature of all this,
my father never took part in any of this gang-bang fucking act.  It was all
for my training and experience and for the joy and pleasure I was able to
give and receive from the other ten men.

It was my great pleasure to perform in such a manner and that it made my
dad proud of the fact that I was the best cunt, whore, they'd ever
had. That was the best part of all of this.

I was able to participate in three more `Lodge' trips before goin' off to
college and while Kevin and I were the featured acts, we'd learned to be
more demanding, selective, of who got to do what and when.  They liked to
watch us perform our newly developed skills of love making. I think we got
through to them that love and respect has every thing to do with sex and
it's not just the fulfillment of manly lust.

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