Rawdad4sons

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My natural father was a sexual deviate. I refer to him as my Natural father or sperm donor since I have had no contact since I was 7. My step father was the one who raised me and my siblings. I have been told that during divorce proceedings he confessed to have fucked at least 3 dozen women in the short 6 years my parents were married, they got divorced when I was 3. He was a terrible father in that he didn’t want boys per se and treated me and my brothers like shit, on the verge of mental and physical abuse. Lucky for us we were too young to really remember but the scars are deep and hidden beneath layers of socialization issues. But I digress, I say he was a sexual deviate because he was always horny, probably why I have a high sex drive as well. He confessed that on their wedding night when he supposedly had gone out to get cigarettes he actually went out and picked up on a whore and plowed her before getting blown by a male hustler in an ally on the way back to the motel. He then came back to the motel and screwed my mother twice before falling asleep, only to wake up with a full erection and fuck mom three more times before breakfast. I’m sure you can get the gist of my description of my sperm donor, but he also fooled around all during the time they were married. I remember one incident from my toddlerhood where he had come home from work with a broken hand, supposedly caught in a car door, later in life I learned the real reason his hand was slammed in the door ad that was that the boy who he had been watching for one of his affairs a teenager, had been giving him blow jobs when his mom was out and then watching and getting jealous when he observer my sperm donor and his mom getting kinky and performing anal sex. In his rage the next time they stopped by my sperm donor’s work he slammed my SD hand in the car door. My SD was a sexual deviate but somehow avoided knocking up any of his affairs. He wasn’t so lucky after the divorce and ended up having a shot gun wedding to a gal he ended up knocking up, he ended up having 3 sons with that woman before moving onto his third wife whom he had another four children so in his lifetime he managed to produce eleven children legitimately and who know how many bastard children are out there. For the purpose of this tale however I will focus on his later children in his last mating he produced 2 girls and two boys. I was in my late twenties when I decided to research my linage I not only wanted to find out where I came from but also was curious about my half siblings and whether they turned out ok. Now I knew my paternal grandfather was a Mormon from Utah. So after inputting his name into the LDS registry I discovered that my ancestry went way back into the late 1600’s and my ancestors had traveled from Kentucky to Utah via Arizona and Illinois. But my search wouldn’t go forward I knew my Sperm donor had been a bit of a black sheep so I figured he had been removed from the church records. I began using a on-line genealogy site and had soon constructed a really nice tree but it had a missing link. I searched death and marriage records as well as birth documents and suddenly the picture had become to come clearer. I had found my lost father and his family living in southwest Utah where my Sperm donor had died due to heart problems (most likely from all the STD’s he ended up contraction from Whores and hustlers) but his family was still located in Arizona. I had two half-brothers and I had their names as well as my two half-sisters. I dug a little deeper and found my 3 half-brothers from his second marriage as well. I now knew the names and ages of my half siblings what to do next. I was content at the time to have just the information and the knowledge of their existence. One day fate stepped in and I was in a position of actually talking to the youngest of the boys. I had taken a day off to relax and do some spring cleaning around the house when the doorbell rang. I peeked out the peep hole and saw 2 Mormon missionaries standing on my porch. I was bored so I opened the door, what the heck I could have some fun taunting these two lovely specimens of clueless youth. I invited them in and they began explaining their mission and began telling me about the book of Mormon. I had heard it before as I had begun being raised Mormon before my parents shifted over to Baptist. I had a strange feeling though as they went on with their lessons, the one boy who was about 19 seemed kind of familiar so I asked where he was from and he replied he was from Arizona. He also had the right name of my youngest half-brother so as they began to get nervous about my inquiries I mentioned I had used the LDS family to try and find my lost family members. Jonathan the one I was interested in said that was cool and did I have any success and I told them that I had indeed tracked the names and approximate locations down and when I mentioned the town that my half siblings were last surveyed in via the US census, Jonathan perked up and looked surprised as that was the town he was from. I asked him about his surname and he responded that it was against church policy to give out that information so I volunteered some information about my original surname to see if he recognized it. He not only recognized it he was almost in tears with a dumbfounded look on his face. Fate had brought us together after all these years. I gave him my information and asked if he’d like to go to dinner with me some night and we could get to know each other. This where fate gets kind of strange, Jonathan called me the next day and said he spoke with his stake elders and got permission to meet up with me for dinner to discuss our lives and etc. he asked if one of his fellow missionaries could come along to witness this reunion and monitor for the church to make sure everything was on the up and up. I said sure as I had no hidden agenda. Little did I know but my little half-brother and his missionary brother did. I picked up the pair at an apartment down the street from my house and took them to a mid-level family restaurant in the area. We talked for a bit had a good dinner and the other missionary (he wasn’t he one who had come with Jonathan originally) said that he thought moving the conversation to my house would be appropriate since my usual taking someone to the bars next wouldn’t work here, I was still in awe about meeting Jonathan not to mention that the two families both lived in the same town and kept in communication with each other, so Jon was able to fill me in on all the family gossip. I started asking how my other half sibling’s had turned out and Jon began skirting the issues, I was getting suspicious that Jon was trying to hide something. Jon asked for a glass of juices and when I went to get it in the kitchen he followed me. I poured the glass and placed the jug back in the refrigerator and when I turned around Jon kissed me full on the lips. I pushed him away and retorted what was he doing. He responded that he knew when I invited him in the other day That I was gay and it didn’t matter to him because so was he and two of my other half-brothers, he didn’t give me all the details but indicated they were a very close tight knit band of brothers (wink) He approached me again and began messaging my nipples through my polo and I was gone and he began making out with me again after a couple minutes I pushed him away and blurted what about the elder in the living room? He said don’t work that they had been fooling around at the apartment when the others went out on mission walks, and he stated that he had told elder tom where to find my porn which should keep him occupied for a while. I was shocked, not displeased but shocked that these two hot missionaries were in fact using the missionary position on each other. Jon began nibbling on my earlobes and neck and I melted into my 19 year old brothers arms he led me to my bedroom and undressed me and then licked every inch of my body doing a great job on my cock and balls and working his way to my hole which he took extra care to slobber up and get it nice and loose. He had inherited our father’s big cock and sex drive just like me we kissed some more I tasting my ball and ass crack sweat on his tongue. He worked his way back down my body before lifting my legs onto his shoulders and positioning his cock head at the entrance to my love canal. You sure about this he asked, You want to recombine our DNA’s I nodded and he began the inward journey into my private most place I felt him bump up against my prostate before burying more cock in my ass he reached my inner ring of muscle and paused with only 2/3 of his cock in me he pressed a bit and I could feel the ring open to give him passage. He hit bottom and his scrotum banged into my ass cheeks he gyrated his hips and I could feel him piston in and out in short strokes he then started taking longer strokes and pulling almost all the way out then in again I could feel him pulse in me and I knew it wouldn’t be long I was dripping gobs of precum and he began using it to lubricate my cock he jerked me to the brink and stopped hilted his cock and asked once again if I wanted our DNA’s to combine I said ye s and he then began a hard assault on my ass and cock. We shoot almost simultaneously him feeling my gut with his juice and me spraying our chest and bellies with what I would later find out was my last Neg load. You are of the brother hood is what he whispered into my ear (To be continued – What to do with a horny missionary)

The following is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind and any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. I had only occasionally been in touch with Andy over the past few years - a Christmas card here, a birthday card there and so on. In my first year as a grad student I became fairly ill with an opportunistic parasite which left me pretty weak and unable to go to class for a couple weeks. My professors were nice enough to let me make up the work and I worked on my thesis during the recuperation time. I also for the first time started taking meds to control beat back the HIV and give my body time to build-back my immunization system. Up until then my viral load had been high but so had my T cell count, the doctors became alarmed when my T-cell counts began to plummet. I had lead a healthy active life up until then filled with lots of sex and sports and I wanted to continue being active so I relented and started taking the medicines they prescribed for me. I never told Andy of my condition and he never really asked much, even when I had the sniffles at his wedding. I just said it was 'allergies' as I made out with him the night of his bachelor party. I always had feelings for Andy, kind of like an incestuous brother, and I suspected he had some feelings for me. Andy had arraigned for me to come up to his rural town to take a look at the junior college where he wanted me to coach. With the timing occurring at spring break I accepted his offer to travel to see him and the school It was about an hour and half plane flight. He met me at the baggage claim area. I was still in great shape, even though HIV had some damage to my physique. Andy however looks fantastic - like time had stood still for him. We both had gained a little weight but with Andy it looked more like muscle mass than going to fat. He was fit as a fiddle. It was midterm so I had a couple months to toy with the Idea of taking the job but he wanted me to come up and see the school and he hoped he would sway me to accept the offer. Andy didn’t bother getting me a hotel and let me know I would be staying with him for the week. Andy’s apartment was close to the college and, like Andy himself, the apartment was immaculate. It was clean, tidy and tastefully furnished, although somewhat sporty and very much looking like a bachelor pad. I looked at Andy and inquired about Sue. He replied that they had divorced after the baby was born and that he would tell me the details later after I got settled in. He took me to the second bedroom and pointed out a dresser and closet I could use to store my clothing. Naturally my interest was piqued and I wanted to ask Andy what had happened, but Andy was very tight-lipped about the details. Andy suggested a walk to get some food and see the campus, so I changed my shoes to something more comfortable to walk in and Andy lead the way down the street to a tree-lined neighborhood with lots of fraternity style houses and cute bungalows. As we walked I noticed quite a few hot guys in minimal attire and some nerdy ones looking very preppy. Andy explained their spring break was still a week off and so classes were still in session. As we walked closer to the campus there were even more hot guys to gawk over and some cruised back. I was pleasantly surprised. We arrived at the campus burger joint and we placed our order with a hot twink clerk. Andy and the clerk seemed to know each other. He was very flirty with both of us and Andy blushed, smiling as we sat down. Then his smile broadened into a shit-eating grin and he quietly said the clerk was a recruit for next year’s team and very available. Andy had set me up knowing my weakness for cute athletic twinks and the clerk's weakness for slightly older 'daddy types'. I told him he was terrible - tempting me with such treats. With lunch out of the way Andy then gave me a tour of the campus and introduced me to some of the professors and staff. He ever made a point to show me where the glory holes complete with complimentary condom dispensers. (I scooped up a few for later - if it came to that.) Andy also showed me several make out / hook-up spots. Andy informed me that this was a progressive college in a conservative town. He even introduced me to the campus chief of police. At one of the glory holes he had me sit on the toilet while he jerked at the urinal and sure enough a hot college guy came in and played with both of us. I asked if this wasn’t a risky venture and he replied if nobody complains then it’s never investigated. And being a progressive college very few complaints are filed for lewd activity and that much of the police force came in to get their rocks off since a little over half of the officers were either bi or gay. This completely took me off guard and the job was becoming more and more tempting. I was a High school coach and while I found most of my team players hot and all, but I would never touch them or play with them, it was just out of the question. Here not only were the players of legal age but it looked as if some were ready to take the plunge into gay sex. Andy could sense my excitement and the next stop was the athletic facilities. He toured me around the locker rooms and the coach’s offices and introduced me to several of the coaches and students who he knew. My excitement was building not to mention my level of being horny, by the time he escorted me back to his office I had a raging boner. I sat down in a chair opposite his desk and Andy locked the door and came up behind me and began caressing my neck and shoulders he bent over and kissed my neck. He then walked around and sat behind his desk “tease” was all I could say and he grinned at me and said “Frank , you are the reason I no longer am married to Sue”. “What” I was dumbfounded I stared at Andy as he explained that the time we had spent together in high school and college were some of the happiest times of his life. And that after his son was born all he could think about when having sex with his wife was when the two of us were kissing and fondling each other and when fucking Sue, he always found himself thinking about me as he blew his load. I thought 'Wait a minute, stud. Perhaps need a time out here'. Andy backed up a bit and told me how although we never did anything beyond second base he fantasied about it all the time. He then told me how Sue had caught him getting head behind this very desk and how he had come home one afternoon to find Sue muff-diving with a another woman. They were both gay and it really wasn’t much more than a marriage of convenience. Although he loved his ex-wife for giving him a son, he wasn’t interested in having sex with her anymore. Andy then approached me and stood me up and we kissed deeply he fondled my raging boner and whispered in my ear that that would have to wait till later and we kissed some more. He got me so excited it was just like in HS and in the dorm room and I shot my wad right then in my shorts and he chuckled. Andy walked me back to the apartment and ordered a pizza for dinner, apologizing that he wanted me more than food at that moment. Andy and I were sucking each other off when the pizza boy arrived, Andy answered the door in his robe just barely concealing a jockstrap. The pizza delivery guy was a young college student who suddenly didn’t have change but was willing to take his tip. We had him naked in record time and Andy ended up plowing the stud for all he was worth. I then slipped on a condom and fucked the youth as well feeling the load Andy had already shot up the boy’s ass being used as lube for my wrapped up cock. The delivery guy sucked the juice off of Andy’s cock as I dumped a load into the reservoir of the condom. I peeled off the wrapper and let the boy slur p off my juices. Andy then introduced the boy and Miguel one of the divers on the team and told him I might be coaching next semester. Miguel left and we chowed down the pizza, we made out some more and Andy lead me to his room were we cuddled and made love all night. In the morning Andy told me he wanted me more than ever and when he said wanted he meant all of me, including the part I wouldn’t give him senior year of high school. I looked at Andy and asked him if I caught his drift and he nodded yes he wanted me in him. I looked at Andy and told him I was positive and had been for the past 7 years. Andy said he already knew and that he knew about the trucker and he was deeply hurt that I wouldn’t share with him the gift I had been given so young in life. I cried and Andy wiped away the tears and fondled my raging cock then turned around and slid his hole down the length of it, pushing me deep inside of him. “Andy is this really what you want” he replied with a emphatic yes and began working my rod with his ass muscles so I began fucking my best friend slowly at first then fasted, harder and rougher as I brought my self to a crescendo of lust for my best buddy. We fucked at least twice a day for the remainder of the week before I had to fly home and return to my duties as a High School coach (To be continued –tough decisions made easy)

part 3 yes please

johnny can seed me whenever he's in town

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. The weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas were fairly uneventful for Bret, Mike and me. Robby and Mark were studying for finals and completing their first semesters at college. Max was still living with Roule and was gearing up for mid-terms in his senior year of high school. It all looked on the surface as tranquil and peaceful as can be. Of course we were keeping Mike busy in the playroom (after he finished his homework of course) Mike was truly turning into one hot house boy / slave. I came home one evening to find Mark In the sling encouraging Bret to fist him harder, his rock hard cock dribbling precum all over his lightly furry belly. I just stripped off my suit and went and stood next to Mike and let him take my hardening cock into his mouth. Fisting was somewhat new to Bret and me, but we enjoyed giving it to Mike whenever he was in the mood for it. Bret pulled his arm out and I shuffled over and penetrated the loose hole with my cock. Bret then tweaked Mike’s nipples hard which caused his sphincter to spasm and tighten around my cock. Mike was hardwired as his cock shoot a copious amount of semen out as my cock got messaged by his hole. I was already on the verge and shot my wad deep in Mike’s ass. This was one of many hot sex sessions we enjoyed on an almost daily schedule. I managed to get the house decorated for the holidays in between work and our hot boy teasing us. Mike loved to run around the house in sexy underwear or jocks, and as we prepared for the arrival of the boys, the anticipation grew. What interesting tales would the boys bring home for the holidays? I had always enjoyed the holidays and so I did go a bit overboard on the decorations and the house looked like the holiday fairy had thrown up a fantasy land all over our house. I love my boys, especially when they coordinated their flights to almost coincide with each other. Mark and Robby arrived first at 11:30 and Max and Roule’s flight came in just 15 minutes later so one trip to the airport was all that was necessary. I picked them up in my SUV and drove them home where I knew Bret and Mike would be waiting with lunch. Mike greeted the guys at the door wearing a holiday apron and a red jock strap and red and green striped rugby socks. He looked so hot and tempting that lunch was put on the back burner for about a half hour as the boys got reacquainted with their friend. Max was the first to plow Mike and they took turns getting head from our lusty house boy. Clothes were strewn all over the living room and Mike's ass took all four loads one at a time in various positions. Bret then got behind Mike and felched out the loads and feed them to our kinky boy. Mike, having a mouthful of the boys' cum, then managed to kiss and trade with each of my three sons and my youngest son’s boyfriend. It was a sight to behold and the holidays had just begun. The boys spent three weeks with me before returning to school. Most of the time was spent playing video games and exchanging the latest gossip and stories of how their lives were progressing. A fair amount of time the stories would turn sexual and since they hardly wore anything while at the house, hard cocks and hot asses generally ended up becoming a spunky mess. One night just before Christmas Eve Roule and Max sat down to tell us about the night that the football team threw Max a surprise post birthday party. Roule had helped in small part plan the surprise party, but had no idea of what the team had in store other than cake and ice-cream and some drinks. The evening had started out as usual. The boys came home from baseball practice, doing their homework to keep up their grades (Max was a A+ student in even his AP classes) and kicking back to some music. As the evening progressed Roule said that he was hungry and didn’t feel like cooking so suggested a trip to the local burger joint. Max who was in the mood said sure, so they went off to the local food outlet. Roule left the back porch light on with the key under the mat. This was a sign for the team to come in and prep the place for the party. They had little time and went to work quickly. Stripping the pillows off the futon and covering the mattress with water proof sheets clearing an area for food and setting up the cake and ice cream and putting the sodas and cups off to the side. When Max and Roule returned, all the players present yelled surprise and lead Max over to the cake where they all sang 'happy late birthday to you'. As Max’s birthday was just before Thanksgiving, they didn’t have time to throw him the party before he came out to see his dad. After everyone had cake and their share of beverages it was time for the party to really get going. They placed a blindfold on Max and spun him around. He thought this was for a game like pin the tail, little did he realize it was his tail they would be pinning. They sat Max down on the edge of the futon and the captain of the team said ”I know you’ve wanted this for a long time so here it is.” With that he slipped his cock into Max’s mouth and Max began to suck. Another guy began to caress Max and before he knew it, Max was sucking one guy while another was pumping his sweet hole. As player after player unloaded into Max, his need to get off increased. Sometime during the evening his hands had been bound and he could not reach his cock to stroke it as he was hog tied. Finally the captain said it was his turn to finish off the cumdump and he plunged into Max’s raw cum filled hole. He scooped up the cum that was leaking from the orifice and feed it to a blindfolded Max. They then removed the blindfold and Max could see the team around him, some stroking, others just giving him a shit eating grin. As the captain exploded in Max’s hole, the first stream of piss cascaded over his chest soon the entire team was hosing Max down and Max drank up as much as he could. “Happy birthday two weeks late, but you now have our presents in you and you will be forever be a member of our team." Max was glad that the next day was a Saturday so he would not be embarrassed as the cum seeped out of his well-worn hole all the next day. Even the butt plug couldn’t stop the endless seeping of liquid form his sore ass, but knowing he had the team inside him gave Max a glow and a new confidence. As Max told us of his being gang banged by the team we all ended up jerking, sucking, and fucking each other there in the family room. Between the boys running around the house near naked and all the testosterone flowing in the house, I had a constant hard-on as did Bret, It was like we were twinks again ourselves (To be continued – Easter break)

Very hot can't wait to hear of more exploits

This is the first part in a multi part story. It is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind. Any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. My name is Frank and I’m 25 years old and gay. I’m 6’3 and weigh in now at around 190 pounds. I have blonde hair and green eyes and I can easily bench 230 pounds for five reps. I attended a Midwestern University and received my Bachelor’s degree in kinesiology and my Master’s degree in Physical Therapy. I would be as most readers would describe as a hunk or jock. During my undergrad years I also swam, both for pleasure and as a competitor. As a matter of fact I had been swimming since I was 10. It came to be a surprise when my best friend from high school and college called me one day and offered me a job as a swim coach to his junior college swim team. I had been working as a coach for the local high school and had spent many hours suppressing my hard cock that would spring up whenever a player would get too close or spend too long in the shower soaping up his equipment. I never acted on the impulses for fear of being labeled a child molester but when you have 100’s of hot young guys parading themselves past your office nearly naked a man has his breaking points. Mine typically would consist of closing my blinds and locking my office door and jerking a huge load onto my desktop then licking up the evidence. I’m sure a player or two got an erection from my breath that sometime had the hint of a cum swallower, as I would lecture them after a practice or gym class. When I was in my late teens I was a horny cocksucker in a very conservative town in the bible belt so had little opportunity to enjoy same sex relations on a regular basis. Even though Andy was my best friend and we enjoyed making out, we knew we couldn’t get caught so we never progressed beyond groping and cuddling when we could, and passionate make-out sessions when we would go camping. One fateful day I heard of a truck stop about 20 miles out on the interstate where horny truckers who would shag just about anything that walked. So naturally I made some lame excuses one morning about having to go get some new feed for the horses, jumped in my Camaro and headed out to the truck stop. I pulled up between two large rigs and got out to see if the rumors were true. Now, I was a attractive teen, skinny and lean, although full of muscle from all the workouts and sports I had done in high school. As I walked up the line of trucks, my knees began to shake a little, wondering if I had made the mistake of a lifetime, wondering if this was to be the last day of my life. Most of the truckers looked rugged and very menacing, almost as if they had just escaped from the penitentiary a couple of counties over. My thought was to turn and run. Later I learned the guys would be called 'bears' in the gay parlance. At most I would be called a cub and a virgin to boot, having little experience outside of snuggling with Andy. There was a café at the truck stop and as it was nearing noon, I went in and ordered a burger, thinking food would calm my nerves. While sitting there chowing down on my burger I notice that most of the truckers pretty much just ignored me and went on with their business. A couple of them seemed to be looking me over, but most didn't even seem to register me. I had been sitting there about 25 minutes while keeping an eye on the men’s room, thinking that was where the reported action was occurring, but honestly the men's room seemed to be just that - a men's room, certainly not a sex venue. Suddenly an older man approached my table from my blind side and asked “Boy, are you lost?" I looked up to find an attractive guy about mid 30’s looking down on me with a shit-eating grin on his face. I stammered and said something like "No, sir, I'm just having a burger on my way back north to college.” I was lying and I suspect he could sense I wasn’t there for the burger, because his next question was "Have you ever seen the inside of a big rig?" to which I managed to stammer out "No, but I've always wondered what they look like." He smiled and said "Well, finish-up and I'll give you a tour of my rig." I gulped down my food on the spot, left a $10.00 bill on the counter and and followed the man out to his truck. He opened the passenger's door and gestured for me to climb-in and take a look. Once I got in, he went around to the driver’s seat and in one smooth swing, got into the seat, asking “Pretty nice rig, you think?” I was all but speechless, but managed to say something appropriate. Then he swung around behind the seat past a curtain and invited me into his inner sanctum. I was dumbfounded, and couldn’t believe they could fit a queen size mattress in there. He then began caressing me and kissing me, murmuring "Oh my, what a pretty guy." Of course I was more than happy to go along with his directions as he took my tee shirt off of me and began rubbing my back. He leaned me back as he pulled my jeans down past my knees. I had worn my jock strap that morning and he pressed his face into my groin as he began to nibble and suckle on my rock hard cock through the material of the pouch. He sucked on my cock for a bit before removing my jeans and jock, so I lay there naked but for my socks. Again he complemented me, saying "Oh my, we have some succulent chicken today” although admittedly at the time I didn't know 'chicken' was a euphemism for a young guy. He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans, and positioned himself over me and began kissing and sucking my entire nubile body. He licked my pits and the seat from my balls he cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and began licking and sucking on my ass and pucker. His spit was making it slick and his attentions were relaxing my hole. He probed my hole with one finger, then two. I cautioned him "You're going to make me pee if you keep that up” but he just nodded, took my cock in his mouth, all the while fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back - the soda had made it to my bladder and I pissed into his mouth and down his throat. My hard cock had gone soft while peeing in his mouth but very quickly was rock hard again and dripping precum. He pulled off my cock without losing one drop of my precious fluids saying “Remember what I’ve been doing to you. Now you are going to show me what you have learned about pleasuring a man.” With that he leaned back. I pulled myself forward towards him and planted a passionate kiss on his full lips. He tasted of piss and, being a man, somewhat musky, but musky in a comfortable way, so naturally I wanted more, so I worked my tongue up and down his muscular body, lapping at his pits. The taste and aroma were an aphrodisiac. I nibbled down to the waistband of his shorts and he lifted his hips as I slipped his jeans and boxer shorts off of him, licking the head of his sustainable cock, which was my first real taste of cock! His precum was sweet and succulent so I eagerly sucked his cock into my throat, although I gagged a bit when he pushed my head down further, but he didn't relent. I coughed up phlegm a couple times but soon found I could deep-throat him with relative ease. I did as he did and cupped his ass and raised him up to reveal his rose bud. It looked clean and smelled freshly washed with just a hint of man musk I dove in not waiting to be invited and invaded his hole with my tongue. It tasted pungent and oddly, a bit like strawberries. I started to finger his hole and discovered he was easy to penetrate, so I wiggled a finger around inside his gut - which somehow felt squishy. I pulled my finger out and licked it to put two in and tasted a hint of cum. I looked up curious and he grinned, saying "You're my second today." He told me to keep fingering his hole and he would treat me to a good drink like I had given him. I was reluctant at first and he asked "Don’t you want to learn to please a man?" I nodded yes and took his cock in my mouth while fingering his hole. It didn’t take long and he was pissing down my throat. He then got to his knees and announced it was time for my next lesson. As I lay on my back, he took my cock in his mouth and raised my ass up in the air. He then threw my legs on his shoulders and positioned himself at my hole. He pressed my sphincter with the head of his cock and slowly invaded my body with his. It hurt like hell as the head of his plump tool stretched-open my hole, inch by inch sliding into me, eventually hilting his entire eight inches deep in my gut. When he reached full depth, he paused to allow my ass to adjust to the invasion. My legs fell from his shoulders to wrap themselves around his midsection. Holding him in in this position, his cock deep in my ass was an amazing sensation. He began to move his hips and his cock began its rite of passage in and out of my bowels. I was clearly there for his pleasure, and he raised one leg onto the bench to get more leverage and slowly bent me over so I was staring at my own cock, which was dripping precum onto my face. I curled a bit more and was able to reach my cock head. This seemed to make him even more excited 'cause he started fucking me with increased passion. As I sucked on my cock and watched his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I noticed a tat on his upper thigh. It was a bio symbol like you see in medical offices and on containers containing used needles. Now, I had been so horny I hadn’t even thought about safe sex when he approached me, and now I was paying the price: he was fucking me hard and almost certainly had ripped my man cunt in the process - now he was dripping his dirty precum on my insides. He growled a muffled gasp and shot his seed into my hole. I was his for all time. He had taken my cherry, my innocence and possibly my negative status from me. He withdrew from my ass, collapsing next to me, but still he grasped my still hard cock, pumped it, and said "Let’s see how well you learned your lesson." I figured 'what was good for the goose was good for the gander' so I climbed on him doggy style and pumped my load deep into his guts, so he may well have taken my last negative load. After I blew my load and withdrew from his ass, he lit up a cigarette and offered me one as I confronted him with my suspicions. He confessed he converted a few months back and while it wasn’t his intension to poz me up, I hadn't asked about his status before we fucked, so he figured I either knew what the potential risks, or I was already poz. He also remarked that as hot as I was, I would almost certainly be stealthed sooner or later, particularly given my high sex drive, so now I could have sex with anyone and not have to worry. It was getting towards 2:00 o’clock and we went at it again. He dumped another load in my hole and I came all over his face (which, to my pleasure, he made me lick off!) When we were done and he had to hit the road, he gave me a deep passionate kiss before firing up his rig and booting me out. He even gave me a butt plug to hold the juices in and so I wouldn’t leak all over my seat on the way home. I felt fulfilled. As he pulled out the scrap of paper he gave me detailing his return trip to the area fell from my hand for the wind to pick up and carry away. Andy had gone to the same university as me and we had some of the same classes but I had never confided in him that I came down with the fuck flu a month or so after my encounter with the truck driver. We even shared a dorm room for two years, but I never got treated for HIV while at college and I always lied to him about my occasional bouts of unexplained flu or colds. I was keeping myself pretty healthy for the most part and the virus hadn’t begun to ravage my body. Andy went on to get his masters at a different school and we somewhat parted ways. We exchanged Christmas cards and would call each other on important occasions, and I was his best man at his wedding. Still it was a big surprise to find out he was the athletic director of a small community college and he wanted me to become one of his coaches. (To be continued – taking the job)

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. The nine weeks I spent with my twin sons was pure joy and having reconnected was total bliss. I had always been close emotionally with all three of my sons, and throughout the years they would call or write me with all their triumphs and heartaches. My sons Robby and Mark, who were fraternal twins, were just 17 months older than their younger brother Maximillian, (Max for short), but because of how the way their birthdays fell they only were a year ahead in school and Max was about to turn 18 just before Thanksgiving. Mike had moved in with us a week before I sent on the twins to school as he was studying at the local university and he really was getting into being our little love slave. He enjoyed giving us pleasure and help handle the daily task of cleaning the house. He was just so sexy and very seldom could I keep my cock from seeding his hot hole. He also kept me up to speed on my boys progress in school and on the field, and when I returned home from business trips he would bring me back up to speed and help Bret relieve my cum from my balls. Just a week after I put Robby and Mark on the plane to Boston I got disturbing news from Max, and corresponding calls from Robby and Mark. Max’s mother had tossed him out, as it turned out Max also inherited the gay gene from me. His mom had caught him in the act of being a gay teen with his best friend Roule. Luckily for Max, though, Roule had invited Max to move in with him. Max was from what I could tell, not as discreet as his brothers and had a wild streak. From what his brothers had told me, Max was a daredevil and the comedian of the family, always just playing the role of 'the boy who gets caught', but without actually being caught (except by his homophobic bitch of a Mom). Max was just as good looking as his brothers and had actually excelled them in a couple sports records and academics. He was slated to be the valedictorian of his class and was class president of his school. He was a outstanding boy and I was proud to be his father. After school had started for all three of my boys, things quieted down and although I was now receiving 2-3 phone calls a week from one or more of my sons I was beginning to start feel at ease once more. Upon the advice of my lawyer I began proceedings against my wife to terminate my support obligations. As she no longer supported my sons (Robby and Mark were on full scholarships), I couldn’t see why I should continue to send her child support. I figured with the savings I would enjoy by not having to pay for the bitch’s lifestyle. (For that matter, I seriously doubt the boys really ever saw much of the child support - she was an utterly self-serving woman.) I figured I could get a larger place out in the country where the boys could come visit. About October my wish was granted by the courts and I was no longer required to pay $2,500 per boy to the old ball and chain. Bret and I then began the process of buying this little ranch just outside of Austin (if ya’ll call 18 acres and a ranch house of 4,200 square feet little), and we moved into the house the first week of November and were settled-in by the time the twins arrived for Thanksgiving. Much to my surprise Max and Roule Showed up as well. It seems Robby had saved enough money from his part time job on campus to send them tickets. Thanksgiving was sheer joy. Having my three boys with me and as it turned-out, Max’s boyfriend was a Latin hunk just nine months older than Max, who was already 18 and the personification of beauty. He could easily have starred in porn. Having a six bedroom house (four usable bedrooms, one play room and an office for me), I let the boys choose which room they preferred. They chose adjoining rooms. Max, just having turned 18, was excited about being considered an adult at the Thanksgiving table as we all stuffed ourselves with the traditional feast mid-afternoon while watching football rivalries take on one another on the large wide screen television. Robby and Mark would comment on a play and Max would comment on how hot the players were. Bret and I had volunteered to do dishes and although we could see the television from the kitchen we could not see the couch or the boys. As I mentioned before there is a very loose dress code around the house, specifically, as little as one wants (so long as no one objects, and whatever is comfortable. Now, at dinner the boys had decided that since it was Thanksgiving, it was appropriate to dress for dinner, so they threw on dress shirts and long jeans. After dinner they had all changed into basketball shorts and tee-shirts or tank tops. Bret and I were encouraged to follow along and so, before we tacked the dishes, we changed into lounging attire. Upon completion we wandered into the family room, and soon enough most of our clothing had been tossed aside and the boys fondled each other while watching football. Mike was in the middle of the fray and taking turns sucking on the boy’s hard cocks. I decided to test the waters with Roule and see if he was as tasty as he looked so I began kissing my son's boyfriend. My son pulled-down my shorts down and sucked my hardening cock. Oh how all my sons had inherited my gay kinky gene. Needless to say Thanksgiving turned into a free-for-all fuck session, and we all ended-up with a couple of loads of hot cum in each of our orifices. It was a good experience for all. I discussed with Max safer sex and he told me he got tested regularly and that he was clean and always used protection outside of with Roule and family. The weekend came to a close and the boys departed back to school. I was a bit sad and elated at the same time but I knew the boys would be back for Christmas break. (to be continued –Christmas break and graduation)

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I really hadn’t seen my sons in several years since work took me half way across the country from their homes on the West Coast, but to first be confronted by how beautiful they turned out but they were also into guys - like their old man. I knew my gay gene was potent but had no idea that it would past down to the next generation and my boys loved it, as did it, au natural. Mark leaned into me and began kissing and sucking on my neck and progressed into full out making love to his dear old Dad (ok, being in one's late thirtys isn’t all that old.) I had never had such mixed feelings as Robby bent over to begin sucking on my dripping cock. Here I was standing next to my twins as they skewered Mike, as Mark worked my head and torso with lavish wet sounds and Robby deep-throating my cock. I was living a gay man’s fantasy of doing twins and breaking taboo by doing it with my own sons. Mark pulled his cock from Mike’s hole and guided my 8.5 incher into his spot. I took up a similar rhythm as my son on this hot nerdy stud. As I drove my tool deep into Mike's bowels, I realized that Mark now stood in front of me, and that he was now feeding his cock to Mike, and moreover that this was an ass-to-mouth transition. Mike greedily cleaned off Mark's tool and sucked down his thick eight inches of boy meat. I was proud to know my sons had inherited my genes that made for a large penis. Mark returned to kissing me and sucking on my sensitive nipples. I wondered if my sons were wired similarly so I gave Mark’s nipples a quick tug and twist and sure enough I could see his cock twitch in Mike's mouth. I suddenly felt a tongue on my ass and realized Robby had taken up behind me and was proceeding to rim his dad. He had done this before it was obvious. It felt really good and I moaned with pleasure as I shot my load deep in Mike’s gut. Robby kept up the ass tonguing and I finally pulled free of Mike's hole, Robby sprang up and replaced my cock with his own so that Mike wouldn’t feel empty. Mark pulled me around to Mike's mouth and Mike eagerly cleaned off the cum and ass juice from my still semi-hard cock. Mike began sucking new life into my reawakening phallus, Mark stepped up behind me and started rubbing his cock on my hole occasionally angling it so that it would penetrate my anal ring and letting the head just pop in. teasing me - just a bit. Mark adeptly produced a small brown bottle and placed it under my nose and I took a short huff of the potent aroma. As the effects of the poppers began to take affect he shoved his entire cock deep into his father's ass and planted his seed deep in me. Robby, who had been fucking Mike at the other end, bellowed a moan and shot deeply into Mike's hole. We were sated but not finished as we moved from the settee to the bed. Mike and I lay down between the two sons and we talked a bit while our batteries recharged. I discovered that Mike was from the same town where my sons lived with their mother and that he had graduated a couple years before Robby and Mark but had played on the same varsity teams as had they. It also turned-out he also knew my youngest son, Max. I asked how they found part-time jobs so quickly and learned Mike had put in the good word for them. After coming down off my emotional and sexual high, reason began to take over my brain once more and I asked them of their HIV status, and they said that they had all tested negative just a month ago before coming to visit me. I breathed a sigh of relief after what had just transpired between us. As I have a boyfriend of six or so years, and although we bareback each other, we have a rule that we play safe with others - unless we know for certain their status. Making it through the epidemic unscathed we felt was a milestone as many of our friends weren’t so lucky and many were no longer here. Bret and I were happy, but occasionally we would use a boy to entertain ourselves, using them like paper plates, never to be seen again. As Mark's and Robby’s libido were restored, they began caressing. Mike and I were also again ready for round two. Mike rolled over on top of Robby and slid his still scummy ass down Robby’s pole and began fucking himself on it. I began kissing Mike and he still tasted of ass and cum on his lips which turned out to be an aphrodisiac for me and we kissed deeper just as Mark came up behind Mike and plunged his cock in next to Robby. Next episode - the boys head off to college)

next episode is being formulated and writen

the average college freshmen is 18-19 years old, 18 from almost forty puts the age of the protaginist when the twin boys were born at somewhere between 20 -22

The following is purely a work of fiction, any similarities to any person or persons living or dead is totally coincidental. My name is Tim and my story may or may not be common. I was your average all American high school jock, a triple threat in the jock world. I played football in the fall (wide receiver), baseball in the spring (pitcher) and swam competitively in the summer. I was 6’2” weighed in around 165 and had about 9% body fat - I was a force to be reckoned with. Oh, did I mention I loved to suck cock? Mind you, I didn’t think of myself as gay, I thought of myself more as a horny teenager who loved sex that went along with the popularity of being a successful jock. I managed to also be an academic standout; I had everything going for me. In my sophomore year of college I married my high school sweetheart and by time I had graduated I had a pair of twins and another on the way. Six months after graduation my third son was born. All was going good until that fateful night when my wife came home from shopping to find me fucking my best friend from high school on the kitchen table. Our timing could not have been worse she walked in the door as he was shooting across the table and I was making a deposit in his poop chute. My boys were all down for a nap when Kenny dropped by, having just arrived in town for the fifth year reunion of our high school graduation class. He wanted to catch up on old times and what was happening and after a couple beers he coaxed me into a quick fuck for old times’ sake. Kathy Threw my ass out and I ended up staying with Kenny at his hotel. Three days later the divorce papers arrived at my office via carrier. Kathy was a bitch and tried to take my sons away from me, but thankfully we were in a time of enlightenment and the court granted joint custody of my three sons. Over the next 18 years she tried various tricks to keep my sons away from their gay father so that I couldn’t corrupt their young innocent minds. I did in their younger years have them for the holidays and alternating weekends but as they grew up my job had me traveling quite a bit, so I didn’t get to see them as often. I was just about to turn 40 when I got a letter from my eldest boy saying that he and his brother would like to come stay the summer with me before heading off to college in the fall. I had a three bedroom condo and plenty of space for the boys so I said sure would love to spend some time with them before they headed off to the Ivy League. I had seen pictures of my sons over the last couple years but was not ready for the reality of the flesh. They had grown up to be the likenesses of their father in every respect: they were smart, good looking, and athletic. The first couple weeks went well. They even managed to go out and get part time summer jobs so they could have spending money. One afternoon I came home early from work to find the house very quiet , I figured they were both at their jobs so I kicked off my shoes and striped down to my shorts and was on my way to the kitchen when I heard giggling coming from their room. I had told the boys when they were arrived that I liked to get comfortable in my own home and sometimes ran around with little clothing on so they shouldn’t’ be shocked to see their old man exposed, so I walked down to their room and opened the door. What I saw both shocked me and made me smile. My boys were the ends of a spit fuck, they had one of their co-workers sandwiched between them engulfing Robby’s cock while being skewed by Mark's throbbing member. Robby just turned to me and said "Hi Dad, this is Mike. He works with me at the deli." Mike nodded his head as he swallowed another inch of Robby’s cock. The guys didn’t skip a beat - they just kept playing. Not only had they inherited my looks and athleticism, it appears the apples didn’t fall far from the tree sexually as well. I stood there watching as my twins pounded and gagged Mike from both ends. Then I suddenly realized I was strolling my own hard cock and leaking pre cum onto the hard wood floors. Mark motioned me over and I suddenly realized he was plowing in and out of Mike raw. ( To be cont'd)

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