Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2011 23:55:47 +0100
From: Never Less <neverless1972@gmail.com>
Subject: Like Daddy, Like Son (TG teen)

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*Like Daddy, Like Son*

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The couple laden with shopping bags and giggling together as they enjoyed a
secret joke looked like Mom and daughter, and a very slender and attractive
pair of blondes at that. It was only if people looked closer that they saw
the two of them, with their bright lipstick, fashionable skirts and blouses
and trendily blown hair were Dad and Son. Matt and Chris Ferguson had been
happily living the sissy lifestyle together since Chris had come to live
with his Dad six years ago, when he was just over eight.

Matt had been living it longer, it was the main reason for his divorce. His
ex-wife had turned a blind eye to his gay sex affairs, after all he was a
well paid businessman who kept her in Martinis, but eventually his affairs
and his penchant for dressing as a woman had led to a divorce. The two of
them had fought an increasingly acrimonious battle for young Chris, but the
judge was either more liberal or more far-sighted than most. He realised
that young Chris would prefer the sissy lifestyle and he had been right.

Not that he mentioned this in his summing up, he spoke about the importance
of being a good parent and truthfulness, but his hints hadn't been noticed
my Matt at the time. Indeed, it had been important to Matt that he didn't
impose his own lifestyle; now he was divorced he dressed like a woman, acted
like a woman and thought like a woman, but he didn't want Chris to think
that he had to follow him. So for two horrible weeks, in front of Chris,
Matt wore jeans and a T-shirt, let his chest hair grow and strode rather
than sashayed. Only at night could he slide into his nightie and put on his
lipstick and feel like a woman. He had secretly feared that this was what it
would be like until Chris left home, until after two weeks he found the
eight year old trying on his lipstick. Matt had scolded the child, but the
next day he had bought a small party frock and left it on Chris's bed. The
little boy had put it on and proudly walked through the house. Within a
couple of weeks Chris's entire wardrobe of boy's clothes had been replaced
by girl's and neither of them had worn anything masculine in six years.

Luckily Matt's money had enabled him to send Chris to a good local private
school, where they were happy to have sissy students as long as their
parents paid. Chris was both smart and popular, with a close circle of
female and sissy friends. And a number of boyfriends as well, usually a
couple of years older, but still at the school. As the two Ferguson's were
close neither had felt embarrassed when they'd had `the talk' when Chris
started to get serious about a boy. It hadn't been that one who'd taken his
virginity, but the next -- a star of the school swimming team, who had
celebrated a win by fucking his sissy boyfriend in a motel room he had.
Chris had proudly told his Daddy about it the next day and Matt had felt so
proud that he went out and treated Chris to a sexy skirt the teen had his
eye on. Over the next year Chris had four boyfriends, all sexual, ranging
from a one-night stand to a serious four months.

Matt also over the years had taken lovers, including many more than one
one-night stand too a few relationships that had lasted close to a year. He
had just broken up from a six-month relationship and Chris had just finished
with his current beau of two months, so a bit of shopping therapy was in
order.

It had worked. There was nothing like a new party dress to make you forget
your woes, unless it was some shoes or a top that clung to you like a silk
limpet. And from the sideline looks of desire the two sissies got it was
their ex's who were the poorer. Eventually, after shopping the Mall almost
to exhaustion, getting their nails done and a blow-dry the two Ferguson's
headed for a latte. It was busy, but they were lucky and able to get the
only free table. The two sat down, ready to enjoy their coffee's and
continue their detailed conversation on which movie star they'd like to be
stuck on a desert island with.

"Nice," said a voice a little too loudly.

Matt looked up to see who was speaking. On the table next to them were two
black men, they were wearing sneakers and gym clothes, their muscles bulging
beneath their vests. The two of them were looking with undisguised
admiration at Matt and his son. The Dilf raised his coffee cup, smiling
sensually and sipped it. The two men grinned and one raised his own cup in a
silent salute. Matt acknowledged it with a smile back and turned to Chris,
flirting over. Or almost, "What do you think?"

His son flicked a quick look at the men, who had returned to their own
conversation, "Mmnn Dad, they'd just be my type."

"They are hunks, aren't they," giggled Matt. The two of them were speaking
quietly, so the men didn't hear -- any studs that godly were almost certain
not to be single and Matt didn't want to embarrass himself or them.

"I've heard a rumour about black studs," Chris leant forward
conspiratorially, "Massive pricks."

"It's not just a rumour," Matt whispered, remembering both his college days
and a few one-nighters over the years, "Look at their pants. You can just
tell they've got twelve inches under there."

Casting a quick sidelong glance the sissy giggled, "At least."

Dad and son continued to giggle as they cast surreptitious glances at the
studs. But unfortunately not for long, as the two blacks finished their
coffees. At least they gave a quick nod of goodbye before they strode off.
Matt and Chris finished their lattes, neither thinking about the men again.

At least until they were in the car and queuing to get out of the parking
lot. The queue was moving slowly, so slowly that the two coffee shops studs
overtook them walking. Neither looked as they passed talking to each other,
their sports bags slung over their shoulders. Both Ferguson's looked,
admiring the hunks firm ass and rippling muscles. Luckily the queue moved a
bit further forward so they could still look at them. Matt looked at his
son, the teen was as obviously as turned on by the studs as his Dad. The
Dilf grinned, "Shall we see if they want a ride?"

"Yes," giggled Chris, "Shall we?"

"And they look thirsty, perhaps we should ask them back to our place for a
drink," continued Matt and winked, "There's nothing cures broken hearts like
company."

"Or large cocks," said Chris with less subtly, but confirming to his Dad
that he was happy for the arrangement.

Matt wound down the window, "Hi, do you want a ride?"

The two men stopped, looked at each other and grinned before turning back to
Matt. The nearest said "Sure, why not. Never turn down a lift by a couple of
sexy sissies is my motto" he opened the door and climbed in the back, "My
name's Buck, the fucker is Flash."

"Really, nice to meet you. I'm Matt and this is my son, Chris," giggled
Matt, tossing his hair with his hand, "So you guys fancy coming to our place
for a beer. We've got some in the fridge."

"Yeah," grinned Flash.

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"Here you are," smiled Chris as he passed Buck a bottle of beer. He was
holding a can of coke, his Dad being happy for him to have sex, but not
drink. Matt handed Flash another bottle, the Dilf was drinking a glass of
wine himself. The two Ferguson's had used the few seconds in the kitchen
opening the beers to choose who was having who, at least the first time.

"Shall we sit?" Matt gestured at the couch. Without waiting for an answer he
took Flash's hand and led him over. They sat down just as Chris and Buck
joined them. Matt took one sip of his wine, before placing the glass on the
table next to the couch. His hand went over Flash's thigh, it was so
muscular it felt like a tree trunk. Matt gave a little giggle as he moved
his hand up and down, beneath the black's pants his cock stirred hard. Matt
moved his hand over it, "Ooooh, this is iron," he giggled.

"So I've been told," said Flash cockily. Beside them Chris was astride
Buck's knees, already kissing the black man, whilst Buck had opened Chris's
blouse and was running his hands over the smooth teen chest. His foot long
cock was as hard as his friend's, sticking up and out over the top of his
loose pants where Chris had helpfully pulled them down. Even as he made out
with the stud, Chris's fingers would gently rubbing up and down the fully
erect dong, keeping it fully to attention.

Not wanting to be thought slow. Matt undid the knot off Flash's tracksuit
and slid it down far enough to expose the cock. It was twelve inches long,
maybe even thirteen, thick and hard. Matt almost came as he saw it. Flash
took a swig of his beer and gave the arrogant smile of a man who had a lot
to be arrogant about, "So what you think?"

"Oh, oh," Matt was almost lost for words as he ran his fingers round it. He
could feel the dick pulsate with his pressure and Flash grinned even more.
Matt licked his lips, "It's massive."

"You want to suck it?" Flash drained his beer and dropped the bottle on the
couch.

Matt looked at his son. Chris was making out passionately with Buck. The
black stud's hands were gripping the teen's ass, dragging him forward so
that the Chris was pressed against him and the black's cock was under Chris
skirt. The hard rod rubbed against the silk of Chris's panties, rubbing
through the material against Chris's hard, half the size, prick. Chris moved
his mouth from Buck's, the stud moved to suck and kiss at the slender
blonde's teen's neck. Chris moaned with passion, moving his hands up his
hunk's waist, "MMMmmm, mmmmmmm."

Matt dropped to his knees, pulling the pants down of Flash down over the
black's legs and over his pumps. He dropped the pants to the floor and moved
between Flash's legs as the black opened his legs. The erect cock quivered
as Matt got nearer. The Dilf began to run his tongue up the thick dong,
threading it over and round the pulsating veins. Beside him Chris pushed
himself off Buck's lap. He pulled down the hunk's pants and joined his Dad
in licking the penis. The two black hunks lay back on the couch, luxuriating
in the sissy's tongue movements. The hunk's grins got broader as first Matt
and then Chris took them in their mouths. Their lipsticked mouths moved up
and down, each time moving a little deeper and taking a bit more prick in
their mouths.

"That's it, sissies, suck harder" laughed Flash. He raised his hand and Buck
gave him a high-five.

Matt and Chris sucked harder, both enjoying the black prick filling their
mouths. They slurped greedily and pushed and pressed with their tongues.
Both Matt and Chris looked up as they sucked, enjoying the satisfied
expression on the black's face as they're cocks were cleaned. The two
sissy's saliva left the stud's cock wet and shiny.

"So you want to fuck now," said Flash. He pulled his cock out from Matt's
mouth. Dribble dripped from it to the floor as Matt nodded eagerly. The
black stud grabbed him by his waist and lifted him up. Then he swung round
the Dilf so that his ass was facing him, "I'm gonna fuck that ass."

"Oh yes, please," squealed Matt. The black hunk stood and bent Matt over. He
lifted his skirt and draped it over the Dilf's bent back. Matt gave an
excited moan as he felt Flash pull at his satin panties. They didn't come
down quick enough so the black lustfully tore them, allowing them to drop to
the floor. Matt didn't mind, he could buy more and all he wanted now was big
black dick. The stud's strong hands moved to the Dilf's ass and he peeled
apart the buttocks. Matt gave a mixed gasp and giggle as the hunk's giant
prick started to move into his shithole, stretching and pulling at the tube.

In front of him Chris lay on his back. His skirt was up round his waist and
his legs were high in the air. For a few moments his Kitty Kat panties
dangled on one angle, before he gave a flick and sent them flying away. Buck
started to move down on the teen, slowly easing his cock into the fourteen
year old's tight hole. Chris gave an excited cry of joy as the stud forced
it in. The black man pushed against the teen's inner thighs forcing them
down towards Chris's body and bending the teen's back, so that his ass moved
into the air allowing the large cock to move further in.

"Fuck me" screamed Chris, "Feed me your monster cock. I want it all."

Matt was squealing as well as he was pounded, "Yes, yes, give me cock. Fuck
my tight ass, I want you to fuck my tight ass."

The two studs met the sissy Dad and son's requests. Their large cocks filled
the Ferguson's poopers, prizing them open and making them stretch like they
were rubber. The giant manhood slamming down over their G-spots made Matt
and Chris explode with pleasure. The feeling of being stretch and opened was
so hot and the feel of the hard large cocks rubbing against their walls was
just as good. Dad and son shrieked and squealed with every thrust, "Fuck me,
fuck me. Fuck my ass."

Matt was sweating, sizzling with lust as he was hammered by the massive
prong. He could feel sweat dripping from his forehead. It dropped down and
landed on the muscular back of the Buck who was continued to slam a
screaming Chris below him. The droplets seemed to steam as they hit the
black stud's muscular body, but it might have been a by-product of the
delirium Matt was feeling as the orgasms swept into him.

"That's it. Fuck!" screamed Flash with a roar. His cock blew -- shooting
gallons of cum into Matt. The Dilf gave a groan as the warm, wet cum flooded
down his chute and shot out of his asshole, dribbling down between his
cheeks. Flash pulled out, muttering, "Damn, fuck, that was hot." Matt
remained bent over watching as Buck continued to hammer his son. The stud
was moving quicker and harder now, it was obvious he was close.

The black man gave a sigh and pulled himself up. Chris's open ass was
leaking cum, the white liquid pouring out of the teenager's ass like it was
a waterfall. Chris moaned and giggled as he let it drip down, covering the
carpet in a pool. Matt straightened up and turned round. The two black studs
were leaning back on the couch, even flaccid their cocks looked like
sleeping pythons. Matt licked his lips, "So guys, you want to swap? I want
to try Buck."

"And I want my ass rammed again," giggled Chris, getting to his feet and
pulling off his skirt.

"Jesus, you sissies are insatiable," laughed Buck, "Sure I wouldn't mind
hammering you fucking stretched ass, but give us a bit to recover."

Matt looked at Chris and they both giggled. "I think I know a way to help
you recover," said Chris.

Both Dad and son dropped to their knees and began to lick the cocks in front
of them. Chris's tongue darted over Flash's and Matt started to lick Buck.
As if by magic the two pricks shot up hard. The two sissies gave a giggle at
they briefly paused to look at their handiwork, Then their mouths opened and
they took the dongs in their mouths. Matt bobbed his head up and down,
savouring the prick and not caring that only moments before it had been
ramming his son's shitter. If anything sucking his son's anal flavouring off
the prick just added to his pleasure. The two black's grinned and laughed as
they moved their hands to the sissy's heads and kept them in place, "Suck it
baby, suck it," said Buck.

The father and son sissies continued to suck, harder and more, swallowing
the large rods like they were ice-creams. So large was the prick and so
hard, that Matt felt his jaw ache and he worried as he bobbed back and forth
that Buck would cum in his mouth before he'd hand a chance to cum in his
ass. He needn't have worried, Buck suddenly pushed up his head, shoving it
off the cock, "On your knees, let me see that ass."

As Matt assumed the position Chris was doing the same. The only differences
was that Chris's blouse was hanging open and Matt's was still mostly
buttoned up and that Buck lifted Matt's skirt to get at Matt's bottom, while
Chris's skirt was lying a few feet away. Both Ferguson's assholes were still
loose and opened from their previous fucking. But they both still felt it as
the large dongs entered their shitholes and both groaned in pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Matt heard himself squeal as Buck thrust deep
and hard. Beside him Chris was shouting the same. Both Matt and Chris
bounced as the black's studs rammed them. The black men gripped the two
sissies' waists and thrust back and in, their muscular bodies hitting the
pale sissy flesh with speed and brutality. Not that either Matt or Chris
minded, the pleasure the big black pricks were giving their fucked assholes
more than made up for any soreness or discomfort. Harder and harder the
black men hammered home, their cocks pleasuring the two sissies so much that
they were both squealing continuously in sexual pleasure, "Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me."

Sweat shone in the black men, making their bodies gleam. It dripped down and
soaked Matt and Chris, running between their ass cracks and down their
cheeks. Both were sweating as well, the perspiration sliding down and across
them as they heated up. Faster Buck and Flash hammered, pounding the sissies
into a sexual oblivion where they came and came again until their cries were
hoarse and their legs and arms like jelly.

For the second time Matt squealed as sticky, hot cum shot up his chute,
exploding down and out. Buck pulled out as the Dilf slid to the floor, sated
and exhausted. Beside him Flash came seconds later, he pulled out his cock
seconds before and pumped it -- the jizm shot from the large python and
covered Chris's lower back and reddened ass cheeks. The teen gave a groan
and also allowed himself to slide forward. Both Ferguson's were totally
fucked. Matt managed to turn over and look at the black men, both were
grinning as they looked at the fucked sissies. Matt smiled back, "Let
yourselves out, will you. I'm so fucked I can't stand up."