Muscle Bear Dad

[garsento]

Muscle Bear Dad is another story I've enjoyed, posted in alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated. It is M/t, but all the action starts on the eighteenth birthday of the narrator.

The first post is here.

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My senior year in high school turned out to be a real turning point in
my life. I was cruising along, minding my own business and doing
everything I could to prepare for life after high school, that I was
completely unprepared for the chain events that brought me to where I am
today. My name is Jake, and from all indications, I was living a perfect
existence as a typical high school senior. I studied hard and made good
grades, always a 3.5-point average or higher, but like many of my peers,
I really wasn't all that interested in social studies, and was
constantly admonished by my teacher to try harder. I was captain of the
football team last fall, and since one of my best talents in that game
was my running, I was getting ready for the track team practices about
to start. I was good at sports, competitive and recreational, and I have
my dad to thank for that. He was always playing sports with me as a kid
and throughout my teenage years, encouraging me to play better. He was
always showing me the techniques he had learned when he was growing up
that helped make him one of the most proficient players on his high
school and college teams.

Let me tell you a little about my dad. His name is Ben, and while I may
be somewhat prejudiced, he's probably one of the most handsome men in
the city. Many people have commented that he looks a lot like Lee Majors
when he was in his prime. Dad is 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weighs 245
pound of well-muscled beef. Dad has owned a slowly growing chain of
fitness spas, named Muscle Buddies, for the last 15 years, ever since
training professionally as a body builder. He won a few minor titles
shortly after I was born but when mom deserted us, he took his winnings
and opened the first Muscle Buddies so he could be there for me. Mom and
dad met on the competition circuit. Mom was a stewardess, an air
mattress as dad describes her, and a groupie to the body builder crowd.
They had dated a few times, and when she got pregnant with me, he did
the honorable thing and married her. After three years of playing
housewife while dad competed in competitions, she got bored with the
routine and left us to go back to flying full time. She didn't have any
problem when he petitioned the court for full custody, and except for a
birthday card or Christmas present once in a while, I haven't heard from
her since.

My father has thick, black hair that he keeps cut short so he doesn't
have to do much to make it look good. His eyes are that hazel color,
which look gold in the sunlight, topped by long, black lashes that many
woman spend tons of money on mascara to duplicate. His beard is so heavy
he has to shave two or three times a day or he has a five o'clock shadow
by noon. The muscles he works so hard to maintain are covered with tons
of glossy black hair, so much that it's hard to see skin between the
straight, coarse strands. A few of my friends have commented that he
looks like a gorilla, but to me it just makes him look more masculine
than other men. He showed me some of his old competition photos and I
couldn't believe that the smooth, shiny body in the pictures was he. He
told me it used to take hours of shaving and gallons of Nair to keep it
that way, and certainly doesn't miss all the torture he used to have to
go through to get that competitive look.

Dad keeps the hair on his body trimmed so it doesn't look too unmanaged
and many times asks me to help with the spots he has trouble reaching.
That's how I know what his dick and balls look like. I'll be studying or
watching TV and he'll call out from the bathroom asking for a little
help. When I get there, he's standing naked in the tub with the clippers
in his hand and that frustrated look he gets when faced with a problem
he can't solve easily. He hands me the clippers and points to the places
on his wide back that he can't reach, so I help him out to make sure
everything is even. At those times, I get to run my hands over the hair
on his back, and down to his 34" waist, under the excuse of making sure
there weren't any hairs matted down that the clippers might miss.

My dad has big hands, thick wrists, and bulging forearms, all covered
with thick hair. He's so hairy he even has tufts of hair on the middle
knuckles of each finger and toe. The hair on his arms goes about halfway
up his 20" biceps, but thins out enough so you can see that thick vein
on the top of each one. His thick, muscled legs and round, hard butt are
a single, smooth carpet of hair, so thick that they always look tanned.
His abs and pecs are covered as well, but instead of stopping at the top
of his chest like most guys, it continues on over his shoulders to meet
the hair growing up his back. You can see his nipples, which cap the
thick, chiseled 50" pecs, protruding from the hair on his chest, each
one topped by an eraser sized nub of flesh. If he didn't shave his neck
and face, there would be no part of his body, except around his eyes and
his forehead, that weren't covered in soft, thick fur. He even clips his
pubic hair to the same length as the rest of his body; he said it was
just easier to run the clippers over the whole body than to worry about
sculpting different areas. His soft dick was long enough to almost reach
the bottom of his ball sac and about the diameter of a silver dollar.
The smooth, circumcised head of his dick is a rosy, purple, bigger and
darker than the thick shaft. His balls look big enough to cover the
entire palm of my hand if I were to reach over sometime and cradle them.
Hell, I don't think I would be able to close my hand more than halfway
around his balls without hurting him. I've never seen my dad with a
hard-on, but once when I finished helping trim his back hair; it was
sticking straight out from his body and had grown noticeably. I got
embarrassed and hightailed it out of the bathroom, but I really wanted
to see what it looked like fully hard.

I got a ride home from school on the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday
from my best friend Jeremy's mom. Dad doesn't usually get home until
after five during the week but today he'd taken a day off to clean out
the garage and do some puttering around the yard. I went through the
front door calling out for him but he wasn't inside so I went out the
French doors to the backyard and saw him trimming the hedges by the back
fence. He was only wearing some grungy old gym shorts and the sweat from
his exertion was streaming down his face and matting the hair on his
chest and back. The waistband of the shorts was soaked and the shorts
clung to the round globes of his ass. He only goes shirtless if he's
working in the backyard where no one can see him, otherwise he'll wear a
tee shirt to keep from spooking the neighbors with his excess hairiness.
I called out and waved and when he heard me, he waved back. He stopped
the electric clippers so I could hear him and said, "I'm almost done.
Let me just finish these and then I'll be in to discuss dinner plans to
celebrate your birthday."

I went back to the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge and a glass
with ice. After pouring the soft drink and waiting for the fizz to stop,
I grabbed my backpack and went up to my room to do my homework while I
waited for dad. A half hour later, dad stopped by the door to my room,
sweat still running down his handsome face. "I'll take a quick shower
and be with you in a little bit," he said smiling broadly. Presently, I
heard the water running in his shower and knew it wouldn't be too long
before he was dressed and ready to go. I opened my math book and looked
over the problems due for tomorrow's assignment. I was on the second
math problem when I heard him call my name and ask me come into his
bedroom. I thought maybe it was trimming time at the zoo again, so I
hopped up and walked across the hall to his room. Dad was dressed in a
Hawaiian shirt, tan chinos, and a pair of Topsiders. He looked great as
usual. He asked me to sit on the bed and then came over to sit next to
me, carrying a plastic bag. The bag was one of those magazine bags they
give you at the newsstand, and I immediately knew what was in it. A lump
grew in my throat and I had a hard time swallowing.

"I found these while cleaning out the garage today and I thought we
should talk about it," he said quietly. There was no anger or
embarrassment in his voice, he just stated it matter-of-factly. He
dumped the magazines from the bag onto the bed between us and I knew I'd
been caught. He'd found my secret stash of porno magazines, made up of
Honcho, Advocate Men, and a gay porno color glossy that Jeremy's brother
bought for him once. This was a moment I'd been dreading ever since I
hid the first one in the garage, but I didn't think it would arrive so
soon. I'd only been collecting them since last fall after Jeremy and I
started messing around.

"I figure there's something you that been on your mind for a while and
this is as good a time as any to talk about it. I'm not mad; in fact, I
had a good chuckle when I remembered back to my porno stash when I was
your age. They were a little less gender specific, but I'm sure I was
looking at the guys more than the girls." I must have looked startled
when the meaning of his words hit me. "You, you mean," I stuttered, "you
mean you liked looking a naked guys, too? You're gay?" I asked. "Yep,
figured it out when I was competing in body building," he answered.
"There's lots of great looking men with beautiful bodies all around and
I found myself wanting to do more than just admire them from a distance.
I've kept it from you so my lifestyle wouldn't influence your
development. I needed for you to figure out for yourself what you wanted
and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to see me carrying on
with other men while you were growing up. Life for a kid is confusing
enough."

"Remember the weekend trips I started taking every few months when you
turned sixteen?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well, I was going
to larger cities to visit some friends I've made over the years, some of
them fuck buddies, and others, really good friends to go out on the town
with, and maybe find some stud to have sex with. So, in case you were
thinking I'd be angry or hate you, it's not like that at all. In fact,
I'm really proud of you for coming to terms with this difficult decision
and not let it screw your head up. You're a great son, Jake, and I'm
equally proud to be your father." His confession moved me so much that
tears began to fill up my eyes and I started to sob a little bit. Dad
stood up and spread his big arms, letting me know that I could hug him,
and I moved against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me tight to his chest, my head cradled in the crook of his neck.
He let me sob against him for a few minutes, and then used his big hands
to pull my head back and look into my face. He used both thumbs at the
same time to wipe the tears from under my eyes and looked at me with
this incredible, loving smile. All my love for this man came welling up
from deep inside me, and I moved my face closer so I could press my lips
to his. Dad gave me one of the fatherly pecks and tried to move away,
but I pressed my lips against his again and tried to open his mouth with
my tongue. He tensed, stepped back, looking at me with a little surprise
on his face and said quietly, "Jake, I don't think we should be doing
this." "Dad, I want this more than anything," I whispered. "I want you
to show me how much you love me, how much two men can share together."
He stood for a few moments, looking at my face, seeing the budding lust
there and feeling the shivers of anticipation coursing through my body.
"And I do love you, son," he whispered and began to kiss me in earnest.

We stood by the side of the bed, probing each other's mouths with our
tongues. He hadn't shaved since this morning and the almost full day's
growth was rough and exciting against the skin of lips. Our tongues were
licking each other fiercely when he turned my head to the side and stuck
the full length of his tongue into my mouth. I felt that sucker fill my
mouth and almost reach the back of my throat. I sucked on his tongue,
trying to bring it deeper into my mouth and slowly pulled my lips back
along its length. As soon as the tip of his tongue escaped my lips, I
looked up at his face and saw his eyes were glazed, a mere hint of a
smile gracing his mouth. We stayed looking in each other's eyes while I
slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze shifted to watch my hands and I
soon had the shirt open, exposing his broad, hairy chest. I slid my
hands up from his waist along the coarse hair covering his stomach and
chest, slowing sliding the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms.
He took his hands off my back and dropped them to his side, long enough
for me to slip his shirt to the floor. The silk shirt whispered through
the air and lay in a heap on the floor at his feet. I returned my hands
to his broad back, feeling the amazingly soft fur beneath my palms and
flowing between my fingers. Our mouths met again in hot fury and our
tongues again took turns filling the others mouth with hot flesh and
delicious spit. His mouth left mine and began to attack my neck just
below my earlobe. His thick tongue began swirling and stabbing at my
neck, his mouth sucking, and his beard sending little tickles through my
skin. I lolled my head to one side, opening up my neck to his
attentions, showing him how much I wanted these incredible feelings to
continue. He worked along the underside of my jaw, towards my throat,
licking and sucking and rubbing with his mouth, at first slowly and then
with increasing passion. He stopped and I looked at him to see why, but
his gaze was somewhere below my face. Dad moved one hand from the back
of my neck and rubbed it along the hard tube of flesh beneath the
material of my jeans. His other hand joined the first one and he pulled
open the buttons of my 501's, spreading the flaps to rub my cock through
my underwear. He pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt and slid it up my
torso. When my shirt reached my armpits, I lifted my arms into the air
and let him pull the tee shirt over my head and throw it to the floor.
His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel
every one of the hairs on his chest send little sparks into my skin and
I started working on his neck as he had on mine. He opened his neck to
my hungry mouth, and low, sexy moans issued from his throat. I continued
to caress his back and arms with my hands, luxuriating in the feel of
all that fur beneath my fingers. 

I was almost finished licking the expanse of his neck when he pulled
back a little, bent over, and started licking one of my nipples. His
tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple while his mouth sucked on
it gently. His teeth made little nips on the growing nub that sent
shocks straight to my dick. Each time his teeth tweaked my flesh I could
feel my dick pulse and gooey precum oozed into my shorts. He switched
nipples and lavished the same affection on it, again sending thrills
through my body. His mouth left my chest and he dropped to his knees in
front of me. Dad bent over and undid the laces on my sneakers and
removed them. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shorts, and slid
them down my legs, freeing my oozing cock, which swung up from my
crotch, pulling a thin thread of precum from the head to my waist. I
lifted my legs so he could remove my pants and he tossed them into the
pile with my other clothes. One of his hands grabbed my cock, the heat
of his palm searing my skin. He licked the precum off my body and with a
brief glance at my face, began licking around the head of me cock,
making sure to get every drop of juice from the dripping head. He laid
my dick on his tongue, and with a gentle pull of his hand, squeezed more
clear fluid from my tube and licked it back like a delicacy. He followed
by engulfing my cock with his mouth and started sucking up and down the
hard shaft. The workings of his mouth and tongue were driving me crazy
and I soon pulled his head off my cock and pulled him to his feet.

We stood slightly apart and I reached for the button holding his chinos
closed. He stood silently, watching me pull down the zipper and begin to
slide his pants and shorts down his strong, hairy thighs. His dick was
pointing down one of the legs of his pants and when I first saw the wide
base of it sticking out of his bush, I was stunned by the thickness of
it. I started to kneel as I was removing his pants, and I was more than
half way down his thighs before his cock sprang free and slapped him in
the stomach. He helped me by kicking off his Topsiders and lifting his
legs so I could get the pants all the way off. Tossing his pants aside,
I settled to my knees and looked at the monster I had freed with a
stunned look on my face. My dad's dick was huge and an involuntary
shiver of fear slid through me. I wrapped one hand around the base,
pulling it down towards the floor, but I wasn't able to touch my fingers
on the other side. I wrapped my other hand around the still uncovered
portion of his shaft and the dark, purple head remained in view, looking
like a plum and shiny from the precum he was leaking. I kept one hand
holding the base of it and ran my tongue over the shiny surface of the
head, tasting his precum. I stretched my lips over it and sucked slowly
down the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get his dick into my
throat like I could with Jeremy's but I was going to give it a good try.
I could take about half his cock in my mouth and tried a couple of times
to get more but each time my gag reflex triggered and I had to pull
back. I worked on the portion I could handle and swirled my tongue
around the head, hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had
given me. Dad pulled me off his dick and helped me to my feet, looking
into my eyes the whole time. "I'm pretty big," he said and flashed me a
sexy smile and a wink, "but maybe with a little practice, you can
swallow the whole thing. I'd be more than happy to help you work on that
any time you like." He let go of me and turned towards the bed, his big
cock bouncing and swinging as he did. He grabbed the bedspread and
blanket underneath and pulled them down to foot of the bed, laying bare
the sheets and pillows. Dad clasped my hand and pulled me over to the
bed, laying me down on my back, head on the pillow, and crawled over on
top of me. He lay down on top of me, covering my body head to toe with
his hairy frame, the warmth and weight of his body like a heavy blanket.

Dad spread my legs with his knees and settled between them, returning
his lips to mine in hungry passion. I was running my hands from his
shoulders to his butt, feeling the unbroken expanse of hair and the
clenching of his butt muscles as he ground his crotch into mine. The
movement of his body was jacking our dicks, the hair on his stomach
getting slick with both of our juices. He spread my legs a little
further apart and moved his mouth to my right nipple. He gripped the nub
between his teeth and slowly applied more pressure. The pain was
delicious and when it grew to such intensity that my back began to arch,
he released the nub and continued to lick the swollen flesh. He moved to
the other nipple and did the same thing, this time causing my knees to
bend and my legs began to rise on their own. He slid further down my
body and took my aching cock back into his mouth. He sucked the length
of it into the back of his throat and squeezed those muscles around the
head. I put my hands behind my head and watched the handsome face of my
dad licking and sucking the flesh of my cock and thoughts of disbelief
flooded my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening and how
incredible he was making me feel. After what seemed like a long time,
but was really only a few minutes, he lifted his head from my cock,
opened his eyes and looked at me. "If you'll let me, I want to fuck
you," he said quietly, "I need to fuck you," his face looked pleadingly
at mine. After a few moments of silence, he said again, "I need you,
son. I need to fuck you. Can I," he paused, "Please?" I stroked the hair
on his head with both hands and ran my fingers along his stubbly face,
finally placing my thumb in his mouth, which sucked at it greedily.
"I've never been fucked, dad. But I need to feel you, feel your dick
deep inside me."

He got up on his knees and placed his hands under my legs, pushing them
back towards my head. "Put your arms around your legs and hold them back
for me," he said. I did as he asked and he slipped his hands under my
ass, lifting it up to his face and using his thumbs to spread my cheeks.
I watched as his tongue thrust between his lips and moved into the
channel of my ass. The stubble of his beard was tickling the tender skin
along my crack but when his tongue touched my asshole, I forgot
completely about that feeling. Electric shock ran through my body as he
washed my hole and the surrounding area with his big, wet tongue. I
could feel him building up more saliva and when he thought he had
enough, he spread it around my quivering hole. Jeremy and I had never
done anything like this and my head was swimming. Soon, he stiffened up
his tongue and began to probe the opening like a stubby finger. The heat
of his mouth and slickness of his spit relaxed my hole and his tongue
was starting to slip through. He switched his hands so his fingers were
between my ass cheeks and he spread them wider so he could get his mouth
closer. His lips closed over my hole and his stiff tongue was plunging
in and out of my hole like an anteater looking for food. My upper torso
was thrashing around on the bed and, taking this as a sign of my
ecstasy; he worked his tongue harder into my hole, wringing gasps of
delight from my throat.

He lowered my ass down to the bed and leaned over to the nightstand
closest to the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small, brown
bottle with no label and a black top, which he set on the nightstand.
Next came a tall bottle with a rounded top and he laid it on the bed
next to his leg, followed by a white hand towel. Closing the drawer and
sitting back on his legs, he pulled up the top of the tall bottle. He
poured a large dollop of the clear liquid onto the underside of the
fingers of his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the bed and, lifting
my ass slightly, ran the fingers of his right hand along the crack of my
ass. The cold liquid caused me to shiver and he said, "Don't worry,
it'll get warm quickly. I promise." He massaged the slippery liquid
around the outside of my hole and placed his index finger in the center.
"I need to loosen you up so I can fuck you without doing any damage," he
informed me and slowly inserted his fat finger into my hole. There was a
slight discomfort as he breached my opening but it was gone in an
instant. His finger continued to slide into my chute and when it was in
to the knuckles of his hand, he began to slide it more quickly in and
out. I could feel the ring of my ass gripping his finger as he moved it
in and out. He was using a twisting motion at the same time, widening
the circle and opening up my anal ring. He stopped for a second and
placed another finger against my hole and slid them into my body. He
continued this attention until he had all four fingers in my ass and the
twisting rhythm of his hand, coupled with the in and out movement, was
stretching my hole wider than I had ever thought possible. Satisfied
that he had stretched my hole enough to fit his monster cock, he removed
his fingers and left me wishing he hadn't stopped. He poured some more
lubricant on his fingers and applied it to my ass, reaching inside and
spreading it around the lips of my ass. He poured another glob onto his
hand and spread it over the length of his dick, smearing it around the
base to coat the hairs clinging around it. He poured one last glob into
his hand and rubbed it onto the massive head of his cock, making sure to
leave a thick layer covering its surface. Inching towards me on his
knees, he leveraged my butt on his thighs and placed the head of his
cock at my asshole. He inched a little closer; making sure the head of
his cock was securely lodged on the outside of my hole.

He used the towel to wipe off his hands and reached over to the
nightstand and picked up the brown bottle. He twisted off the cap and
laid it on the nightstand, covering the top of the bottle with his
thumb. "These are poppers," he told me, "and they'll help loosen you up
more. I want you to inhale some of this and when you start to rush, I'll
slide the head of my dick inside you. Once I've done that, we'll wait
until you get used to the stretch and then you'll do another hit so I
can feed you the rest of my cock." He placed the mouth of the bottle
under one nostril and closed off the other with his thumb. "Take a slow,
deep breath, breathe it out and change nostrils. Hold the last breath
for as long as you can," he instructed. I slowly pulled the cool,
metallic, fumes from the bottle into my lungs, filling them completely
and then slowly breathing out. Dad switched nostrils and I took another
deep breath. As I was holding this one, my heart started to beat faster
and incredible warmth filled my body, radiating from the core of my body
to the outer edges. I could feel every nerve in my body and was aware of
the feeling that my asshole was expanding. I closed my eyes with the
feeling and as I was swimming in the sensation, I felt a pressure on my
asshole, followed by a quick flash of pain. I gasped at the pain and the
pressure on my hole stopped but I could still feel that it was stretched
more than ever before. As the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and looked
at Dad. He was looking at me with concern on this face and I said, "I'm
all right. It feels like a log is stuck up my ass, but it doesn't hurt
anymore. That stuff you had me inhale is amazing." "Do you want to keep
going," he asked. "We can stop if you want to." "Oh no," I answered.
"This is exactly what I want." "I can tell," he told me. "Your asshole
is squeezing my cock like it doesn't want to let go. But I have to warn
you that this might make me your daddy instead of just your dad." I
didn't understand the meaning of what he had said, but I squeezed my
asshole around his cock to tell him I wanted more.

He put the bottle under my nose again and I inhaled more deeply than the
last time. As I was exhaling the rush was already starting and filled my
lungs again. Dad took a long draw on the bottle with one nostril and
screwed the top back on, dropping it to the bed. As I was peaking on the
drug, I felt the pressure again, this time a long, slow slide of his
huge cock into my ass. When I came out of the rush, Dad's legs and balls
were resting against my ass and I felt this amazing fullness down there.
While pressed against me, he started a circular motion with his dick,
widening my hole and churning the big tube around my guts. He lifted my
legs and laid them on his hairy shoulders, holding them under the knees.
I felt him pulling his dick slowly from my ass, out to the head and then
slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly fucking me in and out,
eyes closed, savoring the feelings my ass was giving his cock. When he
opened his eyes after a few minutes of this slow fuck, he saw me smiling
back at him, giving him the unspoken approval to fuck me as he wanted
to. On his dick's next retreat from my ass, the head slide out while my
asshole stayed open to it. Before it could close, he sank the entire
length back into me, rubbing against something deep inside that sent
flashes of pleasure through my body. "This is called long-dicking, and
it's one of my favorite things," he told me. "I hope you like it, too."
I didn't have to say a word, as the look of ecstasy must have told him
everything he needed to know. Each time his cock left my asshole, I was
left hoping like hell he was going to slide it back in, and each time he
did I got lost in the incredible sensations his big dick was creating.

Dad continued to long-dick me for a while and then sank the full length
of his rod into my ass and held it there. He lifted me up a little more
and pushed my legs further down so my ass was sticking up in the air.
When he started to fuck me again, he increased the speed of his stroke.
Each time he plunged into me, his balls would slap my ass and some part
of his cock would hit that button deep inside. He worked up to a
constant rhythm, pounding my ass a little harder every few minutes. His
strokes were driving me crazy with lust and I could feel the cum in my
balls start the upward climb towards release. He must have sensed I was
close because he stopped, grinding his crotch against my asshole as if
he were trying to get more of his body inside my hot channel. He picked
up the poppers, took the top off and offered it to me. I took the bottle
from him and took a deep hit through each nostril, handing it back to
him. This time he took a long, slow breath with each nostril and put the
top back on. He lifted my legs again and started fucking me, slowly at
first, then speeding up as his rush took him over. He was pounding my
hole, stabbing into me from different angles, and pushing me closer to
the edge. Sweat was pouring from his face, and a look of animal lust
changed him into the sexiest man I had ever seen. My nuts were boiling
and even though I wasn't jacking my dick, I knew I was about to cum. The
big dick fucking me was pushing the cum from my balls and the earthquake
of my orgasm started. "Daddy, I'm cumming," I screamed, unable to hold
it any longer. My first shot of cum flew over my shoulder and hit
somewhere behind me. The next few spurts coated the hair on dad's chest
and dripped onto mine. My asshole was squeezing the big dick filling my
guts and the added pressure must have been the trigger for dad. He threw
his head back, cried out, and slammed his cock one last time into my
pulsing ass. I could feel his dick expand and the huge spurts of his cum
were hitting the walls of my chute like soft bullets. Spasms shuddered
through his body and as his shooting cock subsided, he started a slow
fuck again. He was using my tightening ass to milk the remaining cum
from his cock and even though I could feel it softening, that cock was
still sending waves of pleasure throughout me. As his heavy breathing
subsided, he pulled his cock out of my hungry ass. I suddenly felt very
empty and my eyes filled with tears briefly. He lowered my legs, letting
them lie flat on the bed, and covered my body with his again, lips
touching mine and tongues swirling gently together. I caressed his back
and butt, blowing cool air onto his forehead between kisses and moaning
softly in his ear. My cum was smeared all over both of our chests and
the smell filled my nose like a funky perfume. Soon, dad rolled onto his
side next to me and used his free hand to position me with my back
against his chest, and his arms hugging me close. He kissed the back of
my neck until his breath slowed to a soft, easy rhythm and I let myself
fall asleep, cradled in his big, hairy arms.

 

[munchy]

lovely story

[garsento]

The second post is here.

* * *

I had awakened a couple of times during the night, conscious of the fact
that dad and I never did make it to dinner to celebrate my birthday. The
fierce pounding he had given my ass, coupled with the intense orgasm he
had wrung from my body, was birthday present enough for me. Once I
opened my eyes to find dad rolled away from me on the king size bed, so
I moved over and put my arms around his hairy chest and curled up along
his back, snuggling into his dark fur.

What woke me this time was the feeling of a fat finger probing my
asshole, twisting a little to get past the ring of muscle into the hot
cavity beyond. I lay on my side, not daring to move, feeling his finger
twist a little inside me and scooping some of his cum from last night
out of my ass. He spread the cum around my hole, lubricating it and
making it easier for him to dig in and get a little more. I had a pretty
good idea of what dad was planning and it didn't take too long before he
proved me right. I soon felt the broad head of his cock against my hole,
and a slight pressure as he lodged it there. Dad reached an arm around
me, placing his hand firmly on my crotch, just above my stiffening dick.
With pressure from his hand and from behind, he sank the entire length
of his long, thick cock through my already stretched ass ring and into
my well-fucked chute. There was a quick flash of pain that went away
immediately, and I was wide-awake as I felt him filling me with hot
dick.

Still lying on our sides, dad started fucking me slowly. The alternating
fullness and emptiness of my ass chute was working the same magic on my
body as the night before. I twisted my head up to watch that huge cock
as it worked its way in and out of my ass. Dad bent over and placed his
lips on mine; pressing his tongue into my mouth and then sucking mine
back into his. We kissed as long as the awkward position would allow and
then he pulled his head back. He shoved the whole length of his dick
into my ass and rolled the both of us over until he was lying on top of
my back, my face pressed into the pillow.

He pushed his body up to the full extension of his arms above me and
spread my legs with his. This made his dick sink even deeper into my ass
and I felt the head lodge itself further up inside me. I lifted my ass
and tried to get more dick inside me, but his pubes were already rubbing
my sensitive hole and there was nothing more to take. Dad started
fucking me with long, slow strokes and I could see his face, eyes closed
and a smile of bliss crossed his lips. As his fucking got more intense,
I pushed my ass up to meet his downward stroke, and clenched my hole as
his monster cock pulled out. He must have enjoyed my participation
because moans of pleasure escaped him, and I was jacking my dick against
the sheets. After a couple of minutes, his breath started to hiss from
between his teeth and suddenly he plunged one last time into my chute, a
cry of agony filling the bedroom. His dick continued a series of short,
stabbing movements, as though he was trying to get both his cock and his
balls inside my hot ass. Soon, his body relaxed against mine and I felt
his softening rod slowly pulled from the depths of my bowels.

Dad sat back on his legs and lifted me up, turning me around and laying
me back against the headboard. My dick had leaked a flood of juice onto
the sheets and it felt sticky and slick under my butt. He took my cock
into his hot mouth and began to suck like it was the last one he'd ever
see. The swirling of his tongue on my sensitive cock head and the warmth
of his mouth was pulling the cum up from my balls. It didn't take long
before I was arching my back and feeling the first waves of orgasm hit
me. My dick started shooting ropes of cum into the back of his throat
and dad was swallowing it in loud gulps. As the final spasms subsided
from my dick, he let it slide from his lips and looked into my face, an
expression of supreme satisfaction lighting his eyes. He covered my lips
with his and as our tongues met, I could taste traces of my cum which
still coated his tongue. We kissed for a little while, as I ran my hands
over his hairy shoulders and tweaked his nipples occasionally. When our
mouths parted, he sat back and crossed his legs in front of himself,
hands at his side to steady his body.

"Nothing I like better first thing in the morning," he said, "than a hot
ass to fuck and a mouth full of tangy cum. Best way I know to start your
day." I could only smile back at him at this point, my whole body
drained, wondering if I was going to be able to move at all later.

Dad's face suddenly got the question mark look as he was looking at me,
and he asked, "Jake, tell me how you figured out you were gay. I want to
hear what happened and what you've been doing about it since then." I
pulled up my legs and crossed them in front of myself. We sat on the
bed, holding hands and looking at each other's face as I told him about
my experiences to date.

My best friend is named Jeremy, and we became buddies during my first
year at this school. Jeremy lives a couple of blocks away from dad and
I, and we like to spend time together kicking around after school and
weekends. Jeremy is the same height and weight as I, but he's blond with
green eyes and has a wicked sense of humor. We've gotten into a lot of
trouble over the years for laughing and telling jokes at the wrong time,
but there isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other. Jeremy is a
natural athlete and gets a lot of the kudos for his performance on the
football and baseball teams. The two of us are always cutting up in the
locker room after gym class or practice, snapping towels at each other
and the other guys, or pulling gags on some of the younger guys. It was
after the disastrous football playoff game that our friendship took an
entirely different turn.

It was down to the last two top-rated schools for the championship and
we lost to Garfield by a measly two points. Nobody on the team was in
any mood to celebrate, but Bobby Trent's parents were out of town and he
was having one of his famous keggers at his house. By the time we got
there after showering, some of the kids were already smashed and acting
really goofy. Jeremy and I got a couple of glasses of beer and wandered
around the party, commiserating with our teammates and trying to answer
the question of what happened during the game. Neither of us had a
steady girlfriend, although we had been dating a couple of the cheering
squad for a few months, we didn't have any dates for this party. Jeremy
and I had polished off a couple more beers when Bobby Trent laid a joint
on us. "Pretty good stuff, " Bobby said, "my brother brought it back
from college in Berkeley and it's guaranteed to do the trick." We went
out back of the house to the cabana by the pool and found a spare
bedroom unoccupied.

We sat down side-by-side on the bed, lit the joint and each took a big
toke, holding the sweet smoke in our lungs until our faces started to
turn red. I felt that first rush build up behind my eyes, thinking
they'd turned beet red already, and took the joint from Jeremy for
another hit. We smoked about half the joint and put the roach in an
ashtray on the nightstand. We both sat there looking at the wall
opposite where we were sitting, feeling the marijuana numb our brains,
hands, and feet. "Jesus," exhaled Jeremy, "that shit is strong." All I
could do nod in agreement, being at a complete loss for words. I felt
this wave of a rush flood through my body and, putting my hands behind
my head, slumped slowly backward onto the bed. Jeremy followed suit and
the two of us lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the
noise from the party, which now seemed to be coming through a tunnel.
After laying there for what seemed like hours but was really only about
fifteen minutes, Jeremy propped himself up on an elbow and lay there
looking at me. From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me as
a little smile crept onto his face. Jeremy moved his free hand to the
side of my face and turned it to look in his direction. At the same
time, he leaned over and placed his lips against mine, pressing hard and
pushing his tongue between his lips, and into my mouth. 

After a brief hesitation, my reflexes slowed by the pot and shock, I
pulled away and propped myself up on an elbow. "What was that," I asked
a little angrily, my mouth dry with cottonmouth. "I've wanted to do that
for years," Jeremy said, his green eyes sparkling a little despite the
glaze from the pot. "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, but
never had the nerve before," he confessed. He lay there looking into my
eyes, his hand still touching the side of my face, a finger drawing a
line along the curve of my jaw. "You are so handsome and sexy, and I
just couldn't stop myself from trying to see if you might feel the same
about me," he sighed in a low, breathy voice. Jeremy's face began to
inch toward mine again, his lips parted in anticipation, his eyes
questioning mine. I don't really know why, but I moved my head in his
direction and met his lips with mine. Jeremy began to kiss me urgently,
his tongue pressing into my mouth and flicking across the curve of my
lips. The warmth of his tongue began to fill my mouth and I returned his
advance with my own tongue, searching the hot wetness of his mouth. We
took turns sucking each other's tongue into our mouths, feeling the
warmth spread down our bodies and settle into our crotches. My dick
started to swell and push against my under shorts. I put my hand behind
his ass and pulled his body against mine, feeling the hardness of his
dick against mine.

"This shouldn't feel so good," I thought, but I didn't want to stop as
Jeremy began to moan into my mouth and move his tongue more urgently in
and out of it. After a couple of minutes of hot, wet kissing, Jeremy
rolled on top of me and pinned my arms back against the bed, continuing
his probing of my mouth with his burning tongue. He lifted himself up
and let go of my arms long enough to pull my tee shirt out of my pants
and up over my head. He tossed the shirt on the floor and returned his
mouth to mine with a renewed energy. Soon, he was licking my neck under
the side of my chin, pressing his tongue into my flesh and sucking
lightly on my neck. His hands began to caress my arms and move slowly to
my armpits, while his dick ground against mine. Jeremy continued his
licking and sucking until his mouth located my left nipple. He ran his
tongue wetly around the tender flesh of my tit and nipped the fleshy nub
lightly with his teeth. Shocks of pleasure shot through my body and each
little bite on my nipple caused my cock to pulse in agreement. The first
moan escaped my throat as he moved to the other nipple and began giving
it the same treatment. His hand slid down between our bodies and stopped
on top of my dick, beginning a slow, up and down rubbing on the outside
of my jeans. My lengthening dick was pushing my cock head through the
waistband of my shorts, the first drop of precum widening the slit as it
sought escape from my engorged tube.

Jeremy continued the assault on each nipple, alternating his attention
from one to the other, the nibbling getting a little harder each time.
Soon, his teeth started to chew a little harder on each nub, causing my
back to arch upward and pressing my cock into his crotch in ever
increasing waves of pleasure. Jeremy stopped chewing on my nipples long
enough to cross the room to lock the bedroom door and remove his own
shirt. When he returned to the bed, he laid back down on me, gave me a
wicked little smile and a wink, before starting his assault on my mouth
and tits again. My hands left my sides and began stroking his back,
pulling him tightly against me. As we kissed, I ran my hands through his
hair and held his head, trying to pull his tongue to the back of my
throat with my mouth. His moans and mine were gathering in intensity as
he continued working on my tits, and then he slowly pulled himself off
me again, that wicked smile getting wider on his beautiful face. He
looked down at my crotch and moved his hands to the top button of my
jeans. In one swift motion, he pulled open the fly of my 501's, exposing
my underwear with my thick dick poking its head out the waistband. A
pool of precum had formed on my stomach and as he started to pull my
jeans and shorts down my thighs, a glistening thread appeared between my
cock head and the puddle on my stomach. 

Jeremy pushed my jeans and shorts down to my boots and kneeled on the
floor in front of me. He looked at me with that beautiful smile and I
took each of his nipples between my fingers and thumbs and gave them a
gentle squeeze. His head lolled back as I applied more pressure to his
nubs and his eyes closed while his mouth opened in pure pleasure. After
a few seconds, his lust filled gaze returned to mine and then he bent
his head down to my raging hard-on. His tongue flicked out of his mouth
and lapped at the growing jewel of precum at the slit of my cock. He
licked the drop of precum like a kid might lick an ice cream cone, and
he followed the glistening thread of it to my stomach, where he licked
the puddle, leaving a wide, wet smear along the line of hair from my
navel to my crotch. Jeremy moved his head back from my stomach and
encircled the head of my cock with his hot, moist mouth. The breath
froze in my chest as an incredible heat from his mouth surrounded my
dick and his tongue began to swirl around the sensitive head. His mouth
began a gentle suction and I could feel the precum that filled my tube
being pulled onto his hot tongue. The feeling coming from my dick, along
with the buzz from the beer and pot, was filling my head and I could
sense a heat building in my balls that I'd never felt before.

Jeremy used one of his hands to hold the base of my cock, as his mouth
and tongue swirled lower and lower on my pulsing rod. Soon, he used his
hand to cup my balls and pull them gently lower, causing my dick to bend
towards the floor. The angle of my dick allowed him to suck more of it
into his mouth and I felt the head of my dick enter the back of his
throat. Soon his lips were all the way down to my pubes and the head of
my dick was being massaged by the walls of his throat. He began to pull
his head back, sucking my dick and swirling his tongue until he reached
the bulb of my cock head, and then starting back down again. He
continued to move his mouth up and down my cock, getting into a rhythm
that sent waves of ecstasy through my flesh. His one hand continued to
massage my balls while his other hand gripped a nipple and worked on the
tender nub. He timed it so the pressure on my nipple coincided with the
pressure on my cock head as it entered his throat, and I started to feel
the fluids in my nuts move against the squeezing of his hand towards the
outside of my body. My breath started coming in ragged gasps and I knew
I was going to cum soon.

Jeremy must have known I was close because my balls were pulling up and
he began making encouraging moans, which only added to the sensations
coming from my cock. As much as I wanted this feeling to go on forever,
I was powerless to stop the need to cum. My cock head expanded and the
first spasm started at the base of my brain and ended with the spurt of
cum shooting through my dick into the hot mouth at the other end. With
each spurt of cum, my cock head became more and more sensitive, but
Jeremy didn't stop the sucking and swirling of his tongue as my nuts
emptied themselves into his mouth. He was swallowing as quickly as
possible, but some of my cum escaped from the corners of his mouth and
ran down my shaft. My dick was so sensitive now that I couldn't take it
anymore and I pulled his head off my cock. Jeremy didn't want to stop
and kept trying to engulf my dick again and lick all the cum from the
shaft. I was gasping and panting, and thought the top of my head was
going to blow out through the roof of the bedroom, but he slowed the
attack on my cock and started gently licking my balls and the underside
of my dick, milking some dribbles of cum onto his tongue and licking his
lips in appreciation. I was almost bent in half, watching him lavish
attention on my cock and balls when he suddenly pushed me back onto the
bed.

He quickly pulled his jeans and shorts off and threw them onto the
floor. He crawled over me, placing one knee on either side of my waist
and sat down on my softening dick. Jeremy grabbed his long, thick cock
with his right hand and began to pump it up and down, steadying himself
with a hand on my chest. I reached up and grabbed both his nipples in my
fingers and squeezed in time with his pumping. His cock was leaking so
much precum that the whole length was shiny and slick and made his
jacking hand blur with the motion. A few seconds later, his body tensed,
a long gasp escaped his throat, and ropes of thick cum flew from the
slit in his cock head. One of the strands hit me on the chin and I wiped
it into my mouth to taste it. It was salty and sweet at the same time
and I knew I would want to taste, and feel, his whole load sometime. The
rest of his cum flew all over my chest, matting the hair in clumps and
leaving little hot spots that began cooling quickly. Jeremy's hand
stopped moving and little shivers coursed through his body. He bent over
slowly; eyes still closed and moved his mouth to mine, giving me warm,
little kisses, and moving gently over my face, his butterfly lips
briefly touching mine.

After a few minutes of lying exhausted on the bed, Jeremy got up and
went into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink
and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He sponged the cum on my
chest with the cloth and used it to wipe both dicks. He returned to the
bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and when he came back, he picked up
his clothes and started to get dressed. I threw my clothes on and before
we unlocked the bedroom door, we stood hugging and kissing each other
for a few more minutes.

Jeremy thought it best to leave the party at this point and we were both
silent during the ride back to my house. As we sat in front of my house,
my head was filled with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. I finally
broke the silence by saying, "Jeremy, what happened tonight was just a
result of the booze and pot, right?" Even as I said it, I knew that
wasn't the reason, but he answered, "Yeah, that's right. Just the booze
and pot, and your sexy smile." He was smiling at me and if we hadn't
been sitting in my driveway, I would have kissed him again. "I'll see
you at school on Monday," I said, and got out of the car, heading for my
front door.

But that wasn't the last time. Once we'd crossed that line, Jeremy and I
found lots of excuses to spend more time exploring each other's bodies
and sucking each other's dicks. I told dad about the time we stayed late
at school, playing basketball and then sucking each other off in the
shower afterwards. Hardly a week had gone by since that first night that
we didn't play around two or three times a week, each time trying new
tricks to increase the pleasure we were giving each other.

When I finished telling my dad about Jeremy and me, the effect it had on
him was very evident. His huge dick was hard as a rock and pointing up
out of his lap, oozing juice that ran down the thick vein along the
back. I reached over and smeared the precum over the head of his cock,
watching his eyes close with the feeling. I leaned over and took the
purple head in my mouth and started sucking my way down the shaft. I
cupped his balls in my hand and kneaded the organs inside his hairy
sack. This time, I was able to get more of his dick into my throat, each
time forcing a little more of it beyond my gag point. As my lips got
closer to the base and I felt more of it swelling my throat, I was able
to fight my gag reflex and started to really get a rhythm going, fucking
my own mouth on my dad's cock. Dad shifted around so he was lying on the
bed and pulled my dick over to his face. I lay on my side facing his
dick and resumed sucking it. As he was licking and sucking my dick, I
attacked his monster with a vengeance. With my mouth and throat at this
angle, his cock was easier to swallow and before I knew, my nose was
pressed into his ball sack. We continued like this for a few minutes,
the room filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, until he pulled
off my dick and eased my head away from his crotch.

Dad rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand for the
poppers. "Squat over me and sit down on my dick," he said. I positioned
the head of his cock at my asshole and got it lodged there, waiting to
enter my hot tunnel. He handed me the poppers and I took two deep
breaths and handed it back to him. As the rush roared through my body, I
sat down hard on his cock and ground my asshole against his pubes. While
the buzz still had control over me, I rose up to the top of his dick and
rode it back down, over and over. The feeling of this man's cock filling
me completely was all I needed. "Fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it good," I
moaned. My lust took over and I began to fuck myself harder by bouncing
up and down on that thick dick, feeling it stretch my hole and punch
deep inside. Dad put his hands under my ass to help with my efforts, his
thick biceps bulging with strain. I continued to fuck myself on his dick
and then he stopped me, forcing his cock deep into my ass. He rolled the
two of over until I was on my back, his cock still seated deeply. He
pulled my legs onto his hairy shoulders, resuming the fucking I needed
so badly, his balls slapping against my butt and his huge cock stirring
my guts. Every thrust of his powerful dick was punching that button
inside my chute and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I was
shooting another load. I grabbed my dick and started jacking it in time
to dad's thrusts, the liquid in my balls churning for the surface. Dad
was still fucking me like a man possessed when my orgasm hit me. Cum
flew everywhere from my jacking dick and a strangled cry tore from my
throat, one I could barely hear above the slapping of his body and mine.
As my dick stopped shooting cum, dad quit fucking me and pulled his dick
out of my ass. He dropped my legs and grabbed his cock, jacking it
furiously. With a beastly growl, he threw back his head and cum started
flying from his cock head. Thick strands of cum shot across my chest and
dribbled down his hand. Huge shudders tore through his body and his hand
kept jacking, milking every drop of cum from his balls. Seconds later,
he collapsed on top of me, smearing the cum on both of us, his chest
barely able to contain his pounding heart.

After lying together for several minutes, dad propped himself up on an
elbow and said, "Son, I'd like to show you many different aspects of gay
life, if you'll let me." "Oh dad, that would be great," I replied. He
looked at me with a dirty leer and smiled. "And there's lots of gorgeous
men out there who would love a chance to play with you," he continued.
"I've already been planning a few things that I think you'll really
enjoy."

Dad suddenly got that look you get when you've forgotten something and
jumped out of bed, running over to his dresser. He grabbed something off
the top and threw it over to me. My hand flew up and caught it in
midair. It was a set of keys and as I looked at them, not knowing what
to say, he said, "In all the excitement of the last 18 hours, I forgot
to give you your birthday present. It's down in the garage and I hope
you like it." "I'm sure I will," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

[nolatallguy]

Great start to this story.  Has me hard and oozing precum

[garsento]

The third post is here.

* * *

I was cruising back from Saturday baseball practice in my new Mustang
convertible, my eighteenth birthday present from my dad. As I turned
the corner to my house, I saw a police cruiser sitting in my driveway
and felt this wave of fear sweep over me, not understanding the meaning
of its presence. I pulled into the driveway next to the cruiser, put the
car in park, and ran into the front door. I called out to my dad,
worried that something had happened to him, relieved to hear him call
out from his office on the first floor, "Jake, I'm in here. Come join
us."

I ran into the office and saw my father standing next to this giant of a
man in a cop's uniform, complete with gun and handcuffs. "Dad," I
gasped, "is anything wrong?" "No, son, I'd like you to meet my friend,
Isaac," he said calmly, pointing to the big man next to him. "Pleased
to meet you, Jake," said the cop, extending his hand in greeting, "I've
heard a lot about you from your dad." Isaac smiled and his face beamed
with a knowing look. "I was just doing a favor for your dad," Isaac
said, shaking my hand with a grip that felt like it was going to
cripple my hand, "and wanted to drop something off for him before I
headed home."

As I stood there shaking his hand and watching him give me the once
over, I returned the favor by running my eyes from his handsome face
down to his huge boots. Isaac had to be almost seven feet tall and must
have weighed in at around 300 pounds. His beefy forearms were covered
in tight, curly black hair, and his biceps stretched the sleeves of his
uniform, looking as though they would burst through at any minute. The
uniform pants were equally tight across his thighs and the seat hugged
his ass like a glove. Returning my gaze to his face, I noticed a pair
of beautiful, green eyes on either side of a broad, flat nose. His head
was round and shaved, and his chin was just above the top of my head.
His smile was filled with big, white teeth, made even more noticeable
by the darkness of his skin. His handshake seemed to go on a little
longer than normal, and he finally clasped his other hand over mine
before ending the grasp.

"He's everything you described," Isaac said, turning his head to look at
my dad, "you sure are one lucky man." Dad beamed at the compliment and
motioned for me to come over and stand by him. "But I really need to
run to the store on the way home and pick up something for dinner,"
Isaac added. "Tom will be tired when he gets home from the hospital, and
I'd better have something on the table or he'll be impossible to deal
with." Isaac started walking towards the hallway and dad said, "I'll
walk you out." As they left the office, I noticed dad putting his hand
on Isaac's ass and I followed them to the front door. Before opening
the door, dad leaned over and gave Isaac a quick kiss on the lips and as
he turned the knob, said, "I'll tell you how everything goes. I really
appreciate you doing this for me." "No problem," said Isaac, "what are
friends for?" Shortly after the door was closed, I heard the cruiser
start up and back out of the driveway.

"When I saw the cop car, I thought something awful had happened," I
said. "I think my heart's still pounding a little from the thought."
"Are you sure your heart isn't pounding for another reason?" dad asked,
smiling wickedly. "Well, now that you mention it, he is very hot. But I
wouldn't have thought about that if I hadn't seen you grab his ass." I
laughed. "Isaac was bringing me a little something for you," he
explained. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to cover our bases in case
anyone asks any questions." Now I was really intrigued and asked him
what he meant. "Isaac had a friend at the DMV make up a fake ID for
you," dad said, "You might need it tonight because you're supposed to
be 21 years old at the place I'm taking you." "And where might that
be?" I asked curiously. "Why, to the baths, of course," he replied.
"Now come upstairs and help me get ready so we can go."

I followed dad up to his room and into his bathroom. He took off his
work clothes, throwing them in the hamper and pulled the cordless
trimmer out of the drawer. "Why don't you get undressed, too, and we'll
shower together after you help me with my little chore?" he asked. I
pulled off my sweaty practice clothes and followed him into the shower.
Flicking on the trimmer, he handed it to me and asked, "Would you mind
doing the honors for me? I did an extra pump at the gym today and I
don't think I can reach as many spots as I usually do." I took the
trimmer from him and ran my empty hand over the broad expanse of his
back, brushing up the hair that covered it so the trimmer could get as
much as possible. I ran the trimmer over his back and worked down over
his hard ass cheeks, spreading each one to get a closer cut along the
crack. After working over his legs, I turned him around and stood up
again, my dick getting hard from the feeling of his dense fur under my
fingers. I clipped his chest and arms, working carefully to make sure
every hair was the same length. I dropped back to my knees to trim the
front of his legs before starting on his cock bush. As I ran the
clippers around his crotch, his dick started to bounce and lengthen a
little.

Still running the trimmer around his bush and balls, I put the head of
his cock in my mouth and started a little tongue work around the
plum-sized knob. Dad sighed with pleasure and I felt the meaty tube
fatten and really start to grow, pushing towards my throat. I clicked
off the clippers, set them down outside the shower, and pushed my mouth
down to his hairy crotch. I began working on his cock with long, slow
strokes, feeling it reach its full ten-inch length and stretching my
lips with its width. My actions on his dick was getting dad really hot
and he put his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck my
mouth. The big head was pushing into my throat with each thrust and I
struggled to keep from gagging. It didn't take long before dad was
really pounding into my mouth and I was working my tongue and throat to
give him the maximum sensations. His breath was coming in ragged gasps,
and suddenly he shoved the whole length into my throat and I could feel
the pulsing of the big vein on the bottom of his cock as it sent wads
of hot cum down my throat. I pulled back a little to get some of his
cum on my tongue so I could taste him, and after getting some of the
salty fluid, I began running my tongue rapidly over his ever more
sensitive cock head. As dad's breathing calmed and his dick began to
soften, I grabbed the base of his cock and slowly squeezed the length
of it, coaxing the last drops of cum out of it and onto my tongue.

I stood back up and leaned against the opposite wall of the shower,
wrapping my right hand around my own cock and started jacking it
furiously. Dad reached between my legs and searched out my asshole with
his middle finger. As the fat finger entered my ass, I could feel my
balls slapping against the underside of his massive forearm. He grabbed
my balls with his left hand and gently squeezed them while I continued
jacking my cock. The combination of the ball work and the finger
fucking my ass was more than enough to push me right over the edge. I
shot my load all over his hairy chest and felt my ass gripping his
finger with each pulse of cum, not wanting the feelings to end. My legs
were weak and, after pulling his finger from my ass, he pulled me to
him in a bear hug, then kissed me deeply and held me for a few moments.
When he thought I could stand by myself, he used one hand to turn on
the shower and blocked the water until it got warm enough. We slowly
washed each other's bodies, got dried off, and slipped on some jeans
and t-shirts. Dad packed a few things from his nightstand into a small,
leather bag, and we went downstairs to fix something to eat.

After a quick dinner, dad drove out of the suburbs and headed for the
city, ending up in an industrial area lined with two and three-story
buildings. He parked the car across the street from a white, windowless
two-story building with a solitary sign above the door that said
"Club". Inside the door was a counter with a young man behind it,
handing a key and towel to a guy on our side of it. When he saw dad, he
exclaimed, "Ben, it's been quite a while since you've been here. It was
a nice surprise to hear your voice earlier. I've reserved the double
room for you, just like you asked." "Randy," dad said, "I'd like you to
meet my boy, Jake." Randy extended his hand to shake mine and as we did,
he leaned over the counter and kissed me. "Happy to meet you," he said,
then asked. "First time here." "Yes," I answered, a little nervously.
"Don't worry," he replied, "your dad knows his way around. I'm sure
he'll show you a good time. I just need to see some ID. Silly rule if
you ask me, but it's required in case the cops ever check the records.
And speaking of cops, I think there's a couple already here. But I
don't think they're looking to bust us, if you get my drift." Dad
laughed and told me to show Randy my ID. I pulled the new driver's
license from my hip pocket, handed it to Randy, and watched as he check
it and then looked back at me. "I wouldn't think he's all that old,"
Randy said, a little laugh in his voice, "but that's what it says. I'll
get you fixed up right now." As dad pulled some bills from his wallet
and laid them on the counter, Randy placed a couple of towels and keys
in front of dad, and swept the money into the cash register. "You're
all set," he said, "I think your dad can give you the tour." Randy
reached under the counter and the buzz of an electric door release
sounded behind me. Dad picked up the keys and towels and said, "Thanks,
Randy, you're a sweetheart. C'mon, Jake, I'll start the tour and we'll
see who's here tonight." As we went through the door, a couple more men
were coming in to the front door and Randy turned his attention to
them. "Have fun, Jake," Randy called out as the door was closing behind
us.

Dad put his arm around my shoulder as we walked through a short corridor
on the other side of the door. When we got to the end of the hall,
there was door on the right and an open space ahead, filled with
couches, chairs and a TV set. Through the door was a series of lockers
and I could hear showers going in the background. The open area had a
few men standing or sitting around with nothing but their towels
wrapped around their waists. The realization of what was going on in
here struck me and I think my mouth dropped open in disbelief. Dad was
watching my face and smiled at my reaction. "I thought you might react
like that, almost everyone does the first time," he said. We walked past
a snack bar with more guys talking or drinking, and then down a short
hallway lined with doors, each one with a number on it. Some of the
doors were open and as we walked by I glanced into a few of them. Men
were laying naked on single, raised mattresses, some face up and others
face down, the lights inside the rooms dimmed to produce a eerie
effect. Music was coming out of speakers overhead, some electronic
composition with a smooth, sexy beat behind it. We walked up a
staircase at the end of the hall and came out into another corridor with
more doors on either side. We walked around a few more halls until we
got to a room that, from my take on the layout, was right by the
convergence of most of the halls on this floor.

Dad unlocked the door with one of the keys Randy had given us and then
shut the door behind us. This room was larger than the others I had
seen, with a double-sized mattress on a raised platform, a small table
next to the bed, and a small, industrial-type wall light above the
table. There was a dimmer switch under the light and dad turned up the
brightness a little so we could see better. The walls of the rooms were
ten feet high, but the room was completely open above them and I could
see the ceiling of the building a few feet above them. Along with the
sensual music coming from all around, I could hear the sound of other
men having sex. "Get undressed and hang your clothes on one of the
hooks. You can put your sneakers under the bed," dad instructed. "And
while you're doing that, I'll unpack." Dad set the leather bag on the
bed, opened it and started to pull the items out of it. I recognized
the poppers, rubbers, and lube, but he had to explain the next few
items, as we had never used them when we had sex. Dad had brought some
tit clamps, a couple of dildos, and a couple of cockrings, along with
some white hand towels. He put everything into the drawer of the table,
slid the bag under the mattress and started to undress. I was already
naked, except for the towel wrapped around my waist in the fashion I
had seen on other guys during our walk to the room, sitting on the edge
of the bed waiting. When he was undressed, he wrapped his towel around
his waist, adjusting it so barely covered his dick, balls, and ass. The
whiteness of the towel against his completely hairy body was a total
turn-on, and I felt my dick jump a little with a nasty thought. He
slipped the elastic band holding one of the keys as far up his meaty
forearm as possible and slid the key under the band so it wouldn't
rattle when he moved. I followed his example with the key and then he
said it was time to finish the tour.

We left the room, locking the door behind us, and walked through more
hallways, his arm over my shoulder and my arm around his waist. There
were men everywhere, walking slowly like we were, some just standing
against the wall. Most guys were wearing their towels, but some had
them thrown over their shoulders, around their necks, or carrying them
in one hand. There were men of all ages, shapes, and for those not
wearing their towels, sizes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and
my mind was racing with the possibilities of all these men wandering
around, looking for someone to have sex with. Dad showed me where the
dark rooms were, unlit spaces with bunk beds along the side and
mattresses around the floors. We walked into an orgy room and the
center mattress was occupied by a buff guy getting fucked, another
guy's cock in his mouth, and his hands jacking a couple of other guys at
the same time. We watched the action for a few minutes and I felt my
dick starting to harden, which was not an unusual reaction as I took in
the other men standing around watching as well. While we were watching,
a few guys stopped in front of dad and touched his dick through his
towel, but he gently moved theirs hands away and they walked on.

We left the orgy room and walked around some more, stopping in different
doorways to see what the men inside looked like. There were some really
hot guys laying on their backs in a few of the rooms, some stroking
their cocks, and others just watching their brief visitors. We passed
by one room where a man was laying on his stomach on the mattress and
another man was standing over him, running his hand over his ass and
stroking his own cock through his towel. We watched this scene for a
few minutes as the standing man started to spread the other's ass
cheeks and play this his hole. The man on the bed lifted his ass in
acknowledgement and the other buy reached over to shut the door. We
walked a little further and came to a glass door that was steamed over.
When dad opened the door, steam came rolling out and we stepped into
the thick fog inside. We were in a white-tiled maze of short corridors,
some with niches on the side and men standing alone or in pairs inside
them. We came around a corner into an open space with tiled benches and
a tiled platform in the center. There were men all around this area,
some sitting and others standing, watching the men on the platform or
the others around them. Guys in different sex acts covered the platform
and surrounding benches. Several guys had men on their knees in front of
them, sucking their cocks or eating their asses. One man was bent over
the tiled bench with another man fucking him slowly from behind. The
heat and steam was causing sweat to bead up all over my body and the
hair on dad's body was glistening with the moisture from the steam. I
was trying hard not to throw a major woody but the sights around me were
so astonishing and sexy that I was losing the battle.

As I looked around the steam room, I saw a good-looking man leaning
against the wall that caught my attention. He had short red hair,
styled like a military haircut, and a beard the color of copper, almost
hiding his full lips. He was about five foot, six inches tall, and very
well built, his full chest and flat stomach covered with coppery hair.
He had a deep tan and the hair on his arms was sun bleached to a
beautiful reddish-blond. To confirm my suspicions about the haircut,
there was a USMC tattoo on his left bicep. When he turned to look
around himself, I saw that his back was smooth but there was a tuft of
long, curly hair at the base of his spine, indicating that under the
towel was a really, hairy ass. I whispered to dad to take a look and
after a few seconds, he whispered back, "You've got good taste, boy. Do
you want to have him join us in our room?" I was startled by the
suggestion, but instantly realized that's exactly what I wanted, so I
nodded, and dad steered me over in the man's direction. When we stopped
in front of the hot man, his eyes cruised up and down dad's body and
then over to me, and a smiled lit up his face. Dad leaned over and in a
husky whisper said, "My boy and I think you're really hot and would
like it very much if you'd join us in our room." After a moments
hesitation where I could almost hear him thinking about it, "Sure," he
answered, "Lead the way."

We left the steam room with the hunk following us, and after the short
walk to our room, closed and locked the door behind us. "My name's Ben
and this is my boy, Jake," dad told the man. "My name's David, but all
my friends call me Red," the man answered. "Then Red it is," said dad,
and leaned over, pulling Red's head to his and starting kissing him. I
watched as the two hairy men in front of me kissed passionately,
tongues going back and forth between mouths, and low moans starting to
come from deep in Red's throat. Dad broke their kiss and used his hand
to turn Red's head in my direction. I leaned in to kiss him and had my
tongue sucked into the hot warmth of his mouth. Wow, I thought, this
guy can really kiss, and I returned his attention, pulling his tongue
into my mouth and running mine all around his mouth. As Red and I were
kissing, dad dropped his towel and undid ours in turn. He reached down
and took both our dicks into each hand, slowly stroking them as he
watched us kissing. We stood together in the room; Red kissing each of
us and taking turns stroking one another's dicks. Dad and I spent a few
minutes kissing each other, putting on a performance for our new
friend, and feeling him play with our cocks. Dad pushed Red into a
sitting position on the edge of the mattress and said, "Suck his cock,
boy." The tone in dad's voice left no question in my mind and I got on
my knees in front of Red and took his dick in my hand. Red's dick was
about the same length and width as mine, a milky white with lots of
veins and purple mushroom head. I placed my mouth over the wide head and
started running my tongue around it. Red moaned in agreement with my
actions and I plunged down the whole length, sucking the head back into
my throat. As I was working on Red's dick, dad leaned over and
continued to kiss him and started working on his nipples with his
fingers. I could feel the little jerks of Red's body as dad pinched his
nipples and his moans joined the others coming from over the walls. Dad
stopped working on Red's nipples and presented his big dick for him to
suck. Without being told, Red started sucking dad's dick, matching my
rhythm as we both filled our mouths with hot cock.

Soon, dad pulled his dick from Red's mouth and pulled me up to my feet
with a gentle hand under my chin. "Boy, get on your knees on the
mattress, with your back against the wall," dad growled. "I want Red to
get on the bed, on his hands and knees, and suck your dick." We both
did as we were told and as Red sucked the entire length of my cock into
his mouth, dad got behind him and started rubbing his ass. I watched as
dad spread Red's hairy ass cheeks, bent over, and started licking his
hole. Red squirmed in front of me, and renewed the hungry way he was
sucking my dick. I watched my dad rimming Red's hole and remembered how
good it had felt when he ate my ass, and could see why I had enjoyed it
so. Every now and then, dad would roll his long tongue and stab it into
Red's ass like a little cock, then open his tongue flat again and lick
around the outside of the quivering hole. Dad started to alternate one
big finger with his oral manipulations and Red was humping his ass up to
meet the finger as it entered his hot chute. Dad reached into the
drawer and pulled out the poppers, and after unscrewing the top, handed
it to me. I took a deep draw through one nostril and moved the bottle
to Red's nose. He stopped sucking my dick long enough to take a deep
breath and handed the bottle back to me. I gave it to Dad, who took a
hit and set the bottle down. As my rush drew all my attention to my
dick, I could see and feel Red's reaction to the poppers as he tried to
suck my dick and balls into his throat. Dad was plunging two fingers
into Red's ass, twisting them as he pushed them in and pulled them out,
his face a mask of lust and concentration. I could almost see the images
in dad's mind as worked on Red's ass and it fueled my lust.

Dad slapped Red's ass hard and said, "Get on your back with your head
over the end of the bed." Red stopped sucking my dick and rolled over
onto his back, shifting around to get into position. "My boy's going to
fuck you first to get you ready for my big cock, and then I'm going to
fuck you until you cum," dad growled. I moved around on the mattress
between Red's legs and dad moved down to the foot of the bed, placing
his balls over Red's mouth. Red began licking and sucking dad's big
balls as I reached into the drawer for the lube. "Don't forget the
rubber, boy," dad said, and I grabbed a Trojan and put it on the
mattress next to me. Dad grabbed Red's feet and pulled his legs back
towards him, opening up the hairy furrow under me. I poured some lube
in my hand and greased up my dick, then rubbing the remainder on Red's
hairy crack. I opened the condom package and rolled the sheath over my
dick. I poured a little more lube on two fingers and inserted them into
Red's ass, smearing the slippery liquid around his hungry hole. "Get
the poppers," I heard dad say, and handed the bottle to him. I spread
some more lube over my condom-covered dick and pressed the head to the
quivering asshole below me. Dad let Red have a hit of poppers and took
one himself. When I saw the redness flush his skin, I sank the entire
length of my cock into Red's ass, feeling his hairy ass scratch through
my pubes. As my dick entered his guts, Red let out a loud moan, muffled
only by the presence of my dad's balls in his mouth. I'd never fucked
anyone before, and the heat and moisture of his ass was an amazing
sensation. I knew now why dad liked to fuck me, and I fantasized about
the some of the times in the last few weeks when his balls would be
slapping my ass as his big dick filled my chute. I started a slow,
fucking movement in Red's ass, savoring the grip of his ass walls and
feeling the rush of pleasure from my cock head as it slipped in and out
of the hot tunnel.

Dad pulled his balls from the red bear's mouth, letting his head fall
back over the edge of the bed, and pleading with dad to fuck his face.
Dad pushed his dick into Red's mouth and started his own fucking
motions in bear's other hole. The sight of dad's huge dick disappearing
into Red's mouth spurred me on and I increased the speed of my fucking
into the hot ass. I looked at the expanse of fur below and in front of
me, from Red's crotch up to my father's face, the color changing from
red to black and back again. The vision of these male animals grunting
and moaning in heat began to pull the cum from my balls. I started
slamming into Red's ass, trying to get every inch of my cock as deep
into the hot chute as possible. The first wave of my orgasm swept
through me like a storm and as I continued pounding the ass below me,
my cum spurted into the rubber and all the tension of the fucking was
draining from my body. I collapsed onto the hot bear underneath me and
started to lick and suck on his neck, feeling my dad's dick stretch it
as he continued to slide it deep into Red's throat.

Dad pulled his cock from Red's mouth, the length covered with spit and
glistening in the dim light. "It's my turn, boy," growled dad, and I
sat back on the bed, my dick softening as I removed the rubber and laid
it on the table. I pickup one of the Magnum packets from the table,
opened it, and handed it to my dad. He quickly slipped the oversized
rubber over his dick, rolling it down the length. Dad spun Red around
and pushed his legs back with one hand and held his monster cock with
the other. In a quick, smooth movement, dad sunk the entire length of
his fat dick into the ass I had just fucked, causing Red to moan loudly,
and his head snapping upward to watch the action at his ass. "Fuck my
ass, you hairy bastard," Red spit at my dad, "fuck me good with that
big dick." Dad didn't need any more encouragement, his face twisted
with lust, as he started his long, hard strokes into the hot ass under
him. His big, hairy balls were slapping Red's ass with each stroke and
Red continued to urge him on, grunts forced from him as his guts were
filled with long, fat cock. Red's belly has covered with pre cum, the
long hairs matted down, and fat, shiny drops pulsing from his cock head
with every thrust. I was watching the lust of these two magnificent
bears build and heat the air around me. My asshole quivered with desire
as I saw my dad's cock sliding in and out of Red's ass, knowing the
feeling of pleasure that big dick could give you. Red reached up with
both hands and grabbed dad's tits in his strong fingers. From the sound
of dad's groans, I knew it wasn't going to be long before he was
shooting wads of cum deep inside the red bear's hungry ass. The speed
of dad's fucking and grunting increased until finally, he shoved the
length of his cock deep into Red's ass, and held it there, pushing
harder with each spurt of cum I knew was filling the rubber. As dad's
dick was pulsing into his ass, Red grabbed his own cock and with a few
short strokes, bear cream shot over his chest and stomach, accompanied
by loud grunts of ecstasy.

The two bears stayed almost motionless, panting as if in exhaustion,
dad's cock planted deeply in the other's ass. "Come here, boy,"
whispered dad as he lowered Red's legs on both sides of him and leaned
over to kiss him. I joined the hairy men on the mattress and the three
of us traded kisses and stroked each other while the tension drained
from their bodies. I tweaked Red's nipples lightly, and each shock sent
shivers through him and dad, as Red's ass squeezed his dick with each
spasm. Dad slowly pulled his dick from Red's ass and Red whimpered as
the cock that had filled him so fully was sliding from his chute. I knew
exactly how he felt as I never wanted to lose the feeling dad's dick
gave me when we'd been fucking. Dad got one of the hand towels from the
table and wiped Red's chest and stomach clean of cum, and then wiped
his own dick clean after removing the condom. We continued to kiss,
stroke, and make small talk for several minutes, until dad finally said,
"I think a good, hot shower is in order, don't you men?" I felt
incredibly proud that dad had included me when he used the word, men,
and both Red and I agreed it was a good idea. We got up off the
mattress, wrapped our towels around our waists, and opened the door to
leave. There was a small group of guys across the halls, leaning
against the wall. I had forgotten the rooms were open on top, and they
must have been listening to sounds of intense fucking that was coming
from our room. I smiled as I saw them look back and forth at the two,
hot bears I had just fucked with, and then at me.

Red, dad, and I went to the showers on the lower floor and spent about
half an hour, soaping each other down, rinsing off, kissing, and
stroking under the hot streams of water. After we had toweled off, the
three went to the snack bar for an energy boost, and dad wrote our
phone number on a scratch pad, giving it to Red. "If you want to get
together again, give us a call. We'd love to see you again, right boy?"
"Right," I answered, "you're a great fuck." "And I'm sure you are,
too," replied Red, rubbing my ass and winking at me in a knowing way.
The thought of having my ass filled with his hot, bear dick gave mine a
little jerk. "You'll have to ask my dad," I said and when he looked in
dad's direction, dad answered with only a big smile. "Enough said,"
replied Red, and the three of us said our good-byes. After Red had gone
into the locker room, dad looked at me and asked, "Would you like to
wander around and see what more mischief we can get into, or go back to
the room and take a little nap?" "Gee, dad," I said, "how about we do
both?" He just smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and steered
me toward the labyrinth of hallways.

[garsento]

The fourth post is here.

* * *

Dad and I walked slowly, arms around each other, through the corridors
of the baths, glancing in rooms as we went past open doors. I was on
the right, checking out the guys on my side of the hall while Dad took
in the sights on the left. We had just rounded a corner when I saw
something that made me stop and shake my head in disbelief before I
looked again. I looked back into the room we had just come to and saw
the biggest dick I had ever seen. The man was sitting up against the
wall at the head of the mattress and was slowly stroking a piece of meat
that was bigger than Dad's. "Dad," I whispered, "look at the size of
this guy's cock." Dad turned back and peaked around the doorway at the
man showing off for all passersby. "I'd recognize that dick anywhere,"
he said to me and stepped into the room, pulling me along with him.
"Isaac," Dad said to the man stroking his cock, "I thought you were
cooking dinner for Tom tonight." At the mention of the man's name, I
realized who this was and tore my eyes away from his crotch, looking him
over from head to toe.

"Tom was so tired from working two shifts in the ER today, that all he
wanted to do after dinner was hit the sack. Since I knew he wasn't
going to be in the mood for a little action tonight, I told him I was
going to come down here for a while and see what the men were doing.
It's been fairly quiet, but it seems to be picking up now that you and
your boy are here." Isaac hadn't stopped stroking his huge dick while
we were standing there, and was smiling at me because I couldn't take my
eyes off his meat. I finally broke my stare to take in the rest of him
and what I saw was causing my dick to stiffen. Without his uniform on,
Isaac was even more impressive. His chest was so big and well built,
the pecs cast shadows on his abs. His massive chest and back tapered to
a six-pack of abdominal muscles and a small waist, before widening into
his ass and thighs. He was covered from head to toe with lots of short,
curly black hairs, highlighted by the light cocoa color of his skin.
His huge dick, and large, low hanging balls, were much darker than the
rest of him, and a sheath of foreskin alternately exposed and covered a
big rosy colored head as he continued to stroke the fucker while talking
to us. I was getting turned on by the thought of all that fur rubbing
against my skin, and by the desire to feel that dick filling my ass.

"Ben," said Isaac, "I thought you were showing your boy the lay of the
land. He's looking a little hungry, if you ask me." "I have been,"
replied Dad, "we had a little action with a hot bear earlier, and now
I'm looking for a good fuck for him. But you have to admit; there are
not too many guys out there with your sort of equipment. Is it any
wonder he can't keep his eyes off it." "Well," added Isaac, "if he can
take a good fuck like his old man, I'll be happy to help out." Dad
turned to me and asked, "Boy, would you like that? Isaac's really a
big, old teddy bear, but he'll give you a mean fuck, if that's what you
want." "Yeah, Dad," I answered, "I think I'll be fine without you for a
while." Dad patted me on the back and said, "That's my boy. I'll meet
you back in our room later. Take your time and enjoy this stud. He
doesn't get out much and you'll find out why his other half likes to
keep it that way." Dad walked out of the room, closing the door behind
him, leaving me alone with this hot man.

The hot stud staring at me didn't waste any time with pleasantries.
"Lose the towel, and get up here, boy," he commanded. His tone and his
deep voice left no doubt in my mind that I had better do as he said. I
dropped my towel on the floor and crawled up on the mattress, putting
one leg on either side of him and sitting with his huge cock sandwiched
between us. His curly body hair was causing a million little pinpricks
through my skin and stiffening my dick as I rubbed against him. Isaac
put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face to his, locking
his full lips on mine and forcing his thick tongue into my mouth. I
sucked his tongue deep into my mouth and swirled mine around it. As we
were tonguing each other's mouths hungrily, I felt his other hand slide
between my ass cheeks and start to rub my hole with his fingers.
Isaac's mouth was getting rougher, his teeth nipping my lips and tongue,
before starting to chew and lick on my throat. His tongue was pressing
hard into the flesh of my neck, sending shocks through my body, the
probing fingers at my ass searching for entry into my hot chute. When
he finished chewing on my neck and saw me leaning my head back in lust,
he pushed me back a little and attacked my tits. There was nothing
gentle about the way he was working my nipples and the little bites were
making my asshole twitch in anticipation. Isaac worked one finger into
my hole and started sawing in and out while working my tits, making my
ass clench the invading digit.

Isaac stopped chewing on my nipples and pulled his finger from my ass.
"Get on your hands and knees with your ass towards me," he growled.
"I'm going to get that boy pussy wet and open for a good fuck." As soon
as I changed positions, he grabbed my ass cheeks with his big hands and
spread them as far as they would go. When his thick tongue touched my
hole, I started quivering from the sensations. Isaac licked all around
my hole and stabbed his tongue into it. I could feel him working up
lots of spit and applying it liberally to my hole. He moved his fingers
closer to my opening and started pulling it open sideways. As it opened
for him, he started chewing around the edges and pushing his tongue
further inside, followed by a finger from each hand. Isaac was
stretching my hole with his fingers in all directions, needing to get it
loosened up to take his massive cock. More fingers joined the ones
already stretching my hole and I felt it being pulled open wider and
wider, his tongue reaching inside as far as it would go and applying
more spit to the walls of my ass.

Isaac stopped working my ass long enough to get a bottle of lube from
the table and pour some on my ass and his right hand. He made a pointed
fist of his hand and started twisting it slowly into my hole, punching a
little deeper with each twist. I was getting hotter by the moment,
pushing back against the invading hand, trying to get as much of this
hot man inside me as possible. He continued working his hand into my
ass, going as deep as his knuckles, spreading his fingers and really
opening my hole. When he stopped, I looked back to see why and saw him
pouring lube on his big prick. Isaac pulled a condom package from the
table, opened it with his teeth and rolled it down his long cock. The
condom only covered about three-fourths of the length of that monster
and I felt a stab of fear deep in my guts. That big fucker was never
going to fit, I thought and asked, "Do you have any poppers?" "You're
going to need something much stronger to take this baby," he said, "Now
stand up and squat down on this bad boy." As I shifted position to do
what I was told, he picked up a spray bottle and handkerchief. I
centered my ass on the big head of his cock and sat down a little to get
it lodged in my hole. I could feel the head sliding slowly into my ass
but stopped when the pain started. "Just wait until you feel the rush
from the ethyl chloride, then push down as much as you can stand. We've
got lots of time to get this right." Isaac sprayed a big circle of
liquid onto the handkerchief and handed it to me. "Put this in your
mouth and inhale slowly until your lungs are full and you don't feel the
cold anymore," he explained. I took the rag, let out all my air, put it
into my mouth and started to inhale through the cloth. A cold, metallic
taste filled my throat and lungs, and when I couldn't breath any more
in, I handed the rag back to him. I felt the rush start like poppers,
but suddenly my ears were ringing and it felt like my whole body was
vibrating in time to the ringing. The heat spread from my chest
outwards to my toes and I felt my asshole opening to allow more of the
big head to enter my chute. My ass lips were suddenly hungry for this
man's cock and I pushed down, ignoring the pain, feeling inch after inch
of the big fucker filling me like never before.

I pushed down until it felt like the head of his dick hit a wall way up
inside me. I looked down and there were still a few inches of hot dick
left underneath me but I didn't think like I was going to be able to
take it all. Isaac sprayed the cloth again and handed it to me, so I
breathed deep, feeling the rush start before I'd finished inhaling. I
lifted myself up, my ass lips hugging the fat dick inside me, and then
pushed back down, determined to get all of this man's meat inside. As I
sat back down and got to the point where I had stopped before, I felt
something shift deep inside and I slid on down to rest on his pubes. As
I was coming out of the rush, I looked at Isaac and saw him beaming at
me in admiration. He placed his big hands under my ass and started to
lift me up as if I weighed nothing. Using my legs to help, I slid up to
the top of his big, long cock and then slid back down, grinding my ass
into his pubic hair. I was so full of cock, it was pressing on every
nerve in my body and driving me crazy. I raised and lowered myself on
that big fucker, hitting my prostate on each down stroke and punching
deep into my chute.

When he thought I was used to his size, he leaned me back onto the
mattress, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He pulled his legs
underneath himself and knelt behind me, pinning me with his dick. Isaac
started fucking me in long, slow strokes, sliding his big dick all the
way in and out until just the head was left inside, clutched tightly by
my stretched hole. He fucked me slowly like this for a few minutes,
watching my face for signs of discomfort, and when he saw none, he began
to slip it into me a little faster. His fuck speed was increasing with
every minute and I was thrashing on the mattress, going crazy from the
action. As he plunged into me, he was moving his dick up and down, side
to side, working my hole and stirring my guts. I was getting the fuck
of my life and felt myself pushing up to meet his strokes, clenching my
hole to drag more pleasure out of him. He slammed into me and stopped,
flexing his rod while moving my legs and laying me on my side. He
leaned over me and spread one ass cheek upward so he could push more of
his dick inside. He continued his slow, hard strokes, pulling
completely out of me and then plunging back in to the hilt. When his
dick pulled out of my hole, I could feel it staying open, as if begging
to be filled again by that thick fucker. My ass was loving this
punishment and Isaac was grunting with pleasure each time he sank that
big cock all the way in. We were both starting to sweat from the effort
we put into this fuck, and the hairs on his chest and stomach were
glistening with it. When he stopped again, he pulled his dick out of me
and rolled me onto my stomach. He grabbed the ethyl and rag from the
table, sprayed a big circle on the rag and inhaled it. His sprayed
another circle on the rag and handed it to me. While I has filling my
lungs once again, Isaac was using his fingers to stretch my hole and
lodge his cock head just inside it. As the rush hit me, I felt the cock
head slip past the entrance of my hole, then he smacked one of his big
hands on my ass, stinging my flesh and causing my head to jerk back. He
slammed his cock into me and started his hard, strong strokes again,
slapping my ass occasionally to punctuate his fucking, his big heavy
balls slapping mine. He started talking dirty to me, groaning into his
sentences, "This boy pussy was made for fucking. You need big, daddy
cock inside you, don't you, boy?" I was watching him over my shoulder
as he fucked me, not believing that this much cock was driving in and
out of me. I lifted my ass to meet his strokes and clenched my hole as
he was pulling out, trying to keep that big fucker buried deep inside
me. Isaac was completely taken over by his own rush from the ethyl and
was pounding my ass as hard as he could, my own rush focusing all my
attention on the sensations that big dick was giving me. There was
nothing else in the universe but that dick and my ass, the sounds of our
fucking and the feelings coursing through me obliterating everything
else but those moments.

I knew he was getting close to cumming because he was grunting faster
and faster as he fucked me. His balls were pulled up inside his big
sac, slapping my ass with each hard stroke. His dirty talk was fueling
my fire and this pussy boy was trying to get as much of his fuck daddy
inside as possible. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass
cheeks as wide as I could, feeling the wide base of his cock stretch my
hole even more. He was slamming into me, faster and faster, his breath
matching his strokes, his fingers playing around my hole, trying to
stretch it further. When he started cumming, he roared with the
feeling, shoving his dick hard into my quivering asshole. I started
clenching my ass even harder while he was filling the rubber with his
spunk, his loud grunts of ecstasy blocking out the music from above us.
I was sure guys downstairs could hear this stud's orgasm. After several
seconds, Isaac stopped his hard fucking and slowed the strokes to milk
the last of his cum from his cock, while I continued to clench my hole
to help pull his juice from that fat tube. When he finally stopped his
strokes and plunged one last time deep into me, I shifted around so I
was on my back, watching him catching his breath and still impaled on
his huge cock. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing dick and started
jacking furiously, my ass still full of this big man's cock. It didn't
take much to bring myself off, every nerve was on fire from the fierce
fucking I had just gotten. Cum shot from my dick, shooting past my head
and all over my chest, my asshole twitching as my muscles pushed the cum
from my aching tube. My body was wracked with spasms and shivers from
the intense orgasm, and I lay there, drained and incredibly satisfied.

Isaac was sitting back on his feet, his breath starting to subside
towards normal, his crotch still pressed against my ass, the softening
dick still filling my chute. He began to inch backwards, slowly pulling
his dick from my ass. I saw him reach one hand to his dick and felt him
grab the base of the condom while he pulled the rest that monster out of
my hole. I looked down between my spread legs and saw his cock laying
on the mattress like a fat snake. He slipped the condom off his cock
and laid it on my chest. There must have been a cup of cum trapped in
the latex sleeve and I was eager to know what his man's spunk tasted
like. I put the condom up to my lips and licked my tongue deep into
pool of cum at the bottom of it. The sweet and salty taste of his cum
covered my tongue, mingling with the odor of mine and the smell of our
sweat. When he saw me tasting his cum, he bent over, putting both arms
around my back and pulled me towards him. As I was sitting up, his
tongue scooped up a wad of my cum from my chest and he fed it to me as
our lips touched again, our tongues mingling in my mouth. Isaac was
holding me tight against his furry body, licking the sweat from my face
and neck in slow, sensual kisses. I was surprised at the tenderness
after such a brutal fucking, and I felt myself melting into him as he
continued the post-fuck intimacy. It now made sense why his lover would
keep him on a short leash.

When we both thought we could use our legs again for walking, Isaac
suggested we go downstairs and take a shower. I wiped the cum off my
chest, wrapped my towel around me and headed out the door this big man.
We took a hot shower and Isaac washed me gently all over. When he was
rubbing his hand down the crack of my ass, my hole was sore and felt as
if it were stretched open permanently. When he slipped a finger inside
me, I felt the lust for his cock again but it vanished when he pulled it
out and continued soaping me up. After our long shower, Isaac and I
walked back to his room where he grabbed me and kissed me for a long
time before opening his door and saying goodnight. I watched as the
closed behind him and then turned to walk back to our room. When I
turned the corner by our room, I noticed the door was open and Dad was
sitting naked on the mattress, stroking his big cock like Isaac had been
doing. I stopped to watch for a moment or two, along with a small
audience on the opposite wall. Every once in a while, someone would
step into our room but I heard Dad say he was waiting for someone else.
He finally saw me watching him and motioned with his head to come
inside. "Leave the door open, boy," he told me, so I hung up my towel
and walked over to the mattress.

"I can tell by your face that you had a good time with Isaac," he said,
"I told you he was a good fuck, didn't I?" "Yeah, Dad, he was almost as
good as you," I replied. "Gee, thanks son, but I have to tell you I
learned a lot from Isaac when we were dating, and I can only hope to be
that good." "Well, Dad, you are," I told him, "and if you're not too
tired, I'd be ready for some more daddy dick." "I was hoping you'd say
that, and I hope you don't mind if we leave the door open. I want to
show off my boy while I fuck him raw." In answer to his question, I
reached for the lube and poured some into my right hand, spreading it
over the length of his cock and down around the bush at the base. I put
some more in my hand and bending over to show my ass to the open door, I
shoved two fingers into my hole and worked the slick liquid around
slowly, then jacked some onto my dick. I picked up the popper bottle
and filled my lungs twice, exhaling between breaths. As the rush took
over, I crawled onto the mattress and placed my asshole over the head of
daddy's fat cock, put my hands on his shoulders and slid down the entire
length in one movement. A groan of pleasure slipped from Dad as I hit
bottom and I moved my ass in a slow circle to loosen myself up again,
and feel his fur against my body. There was a residual soreness from
the fuck I had gotten from Isaac, but the poppers and my lust for my Dad
made me forget all about it. Dad picked up the poppers and took a hit
while I lifted my ass up to the top of his dick and slid back down
again. He placed his hands under my ass to help with my movements and
moved his mouth to one nipple and began to chew. The pain from my
nipple was spurring me on and I was riding that dick like wild man. I
bent my head over and shoved my tongue into Dad's ear, swirling it
around and making him work my nipple even harder. We got lost in the
sensations we were giving each other and I completely forgot the door to
the room was open.

Dad stopped chewing on my nipples and lifted me up off his dick
completely. My ass was feeling so empty and he told me to lie on my
stomach. As I turned around, I saw the doorway was filled with men
watching our action. Most were stroking their hard cocks under their
towels, and others were standing there naked, openly jacking their
hardons. I turned my head to look at Dad, and when he saw me looking at
him, he said, "What does my boy want?" I knew this was part of the
performance so I answered him, "I want hot, daddy dick fucking my ass."
One of his big hands came down hard on my ass cheek, and he asked again,
"Tell me what you want." My head had jerked back from the slap and I
groaned, "Fuck my ass, daddy, fuck me with your big dick." He handed me
the poppers and was teasing my hole with his fingers while I took a
double hit again. I handed him the bottle and heard him inhaling
deeply. The rush made my ass rise up to swallow his fingers, which were
soon replaced with the head of his cock. "I'm going to give you all the
big, daddy dick you need, boy," he groaned and sank the length of his
meat into my hungry ass. He took no time to be gentle, slamming the
full length of his cock into me, balls slapping my ass in time to his
strokes. He was fucking me hard, moving his cock around to stir my guts
and widen my hole for his onslaught. Dad was fucking my so hard, he was
driving the breath out of me and sending shocks of pleasure through me
every time he hit my prostate. The crowd of men watching us was moving
slowly into the room, trying to get closer to the action that was
getting their cocks dripping. One man moved over to Dad and was rubbing
the fur on his back with a look of ecstasy on his face. Another was
standing next to Dad, and squeezing the nipple closest to him. The tit
work only caused Dad to increase his speed and ram his big cock deeper
into my ass. His hands were spreading my ass so he could get in
further, grinding his pubes into my hole. I opened my eyes to see a man
standing in front of me, stroking his hard, dripping cock just inches
from my face. "Feed my boy your cock," Dad commanded the man in front
of me. The man stepped closer and I opened my lips to let him slide his
cock into my throat. I was full of cock at both ends and I started
working my mouth and lips on the cock lodged there as I was working my
ass on the dick that was fucking me.

Dad lifted my ass up so I was on my hands and knees, feeling the two men
fuck both my holes in unison. The guy who had been working on Dad's tit
knelt down and took my hardon into his mouth, the wetness and tongue
work adding another sensation to my body. The man fucking my throat was
holding my head so he could get all of his cock into my mouth, his balls
slapping my chin. Dad was sawing in and out of my ass with such force
that I was shoved onto the cock in my throat with every thrust. The
crowd was urging the men fucking and sucking me. I could hear my Dad
saying, "this ass is so hot for daddy dick," and "take that fucker's
cock in your throat. I want to see you drain his balls while I'm
watching." The man fucking my mouth was groaning with pleasure and
saying, "suck that dick, you cock whore. I'm going to fill your guts
with spunk." Someone put the poppers under my nose again and soon the
rush was coursing through me, amplifying the sounds of bodies slapping
together and dirty talk urging me to give this fucking everything I had.
Suddenly, the dick in my throat expanding and I could feel the big vein
on the bottom of it pumping cum into me, the man groaning loudly and
calling me names. I was still getting my ass pounded as the cock in my
mouth was pulled out, only to be replaced by another one. Dad was
slapping my ass hard, and the mouth on my dick was sucking the cum up
out of my balls. I was groaning that I was about to cum, but the dick
in my mouth made my words unintelligible. I'm sure the three men knew
it as well as I did because they intensified their efforts on my behalf
and before I knew it, an incredible orgasm shook every part of my body.
I felt the head of my cock swell in the guy's mouth and shoot wad after
wad of hot cum down his throat. When I had stopped shooting, he pulled
his mouth off my cock and moved away. The man fucking my mouth slammed
into me one last time and I felt his hot liquid hitting the sides of my
throat. The only man left moving was Dad, and his gasps were coming
faster and faster so I knew he was close. Then Dad made one last thrust
into my chute and groaned, "I'm going to fill my boy's ass with daddy
juice." I felt the wads of cum hit my ass walls like soft bullets,
while Dad was gasping and groaning behind me. Every pulse of his
spitting cock was trying to get more of it inside me. My arms and legs
were so weak from the orgasm that I sank slowly to the mattress,
clenching my Dad's dick and bringing him down to collapse on top of me.
A few of the guys in the room closest to us were jacking their dicks
furiously, hell bent on cumming. In seconds, cum was flying from the
dicks around us, some of it hitting our bodies and the rest splattering
on the floor around us.

Dad was still lying on top of me, twitching and shivering from his
orgasm, as I watched our audience slowly leave the room. The last man
out turned and smiled at me, and closed the door behind him. Dad and I
were alone now, the smell of cum and sweat all around us. The furry
hunk on top of me rolled both of us onto our sides; his dick still
lodged in my ass, and placed his arms around me. He was gently kissing
my neck and slowly running his hands over my body. The last thing I
remember hearing before falling asleep was the sound of my Dad's voice
telling me how much he loved me.

[20cmcock]

Nice story, but too many condoms 

[garsento]

The fifth post is here.

* * *

It was the middle of May, school work, sports, and activities winding
down to a crawl before graduation, when I realized I hadn't told my
buddy, Jeremy, about my adventures with Dad. As if reading my mind, my
phone rang and it was he, asking what I was doing on Saturday, and
could we get together. I told him the only thing I had going was getting
the pool ready for the Memorial Day weekend. He said he didn't mind
helping, so we made it a date for him to come over for lunch and then
help with the chore.

That Saturday started out beautifully, sun shining, no clouds, and a
guarantee from the TV weatherman that it would be warm all weekend. As
usual, Jeremy showed up wearing nicer clothes than the occasion called
for, polo shirt, khaki shorts, and slip-on tennis shoes. I told him I
had some ratty shorts he could change into after lunch, and lead him
back to the kitchen to fix us each a sandwich. After lunch, I asked him
to come upstairs to get changed and lead the way to my bedroom. I
rooted through one of my drawers to find a pair of shorts for each of
us and tossed him a pair of old, green, cotton ones that looked like
they'd seen better days. I found a similar pair for myself and started
to get undressed while Jeremy did the same. I tried not to look as he
was taking off his clothes, but it had been a while since I'd seen him
naked and I couldn't resist the temptation. I was turned slightly away
from him as I undressed but I watched him as he stepped out of his
jockey shorts and got ready to slip on the green ones I had given him.
His hairless torso was lean, with a swimmer's definition that tapered
to a slim waist and round ass. His long legs were covered with soft,
curly blond hair, already bleached out a little by the sun. The pubic
hair around his dick was the color of summer wheat, the circumcised
dick milky-white and veined, ending in a rose-colored head, which hung
down around the bottom of his ball sack. I remembered sucking on that
dick numerous times before and the thoughts were causing my own dick to
stiffen a little. I quickly pulled on my work shorts and changed my
thoughts to the tasks we needed to get done so I wouldn't spring a
full-blown woody on him.

Jeremy followed me back down to the pool where I had already laid out
the buckets, brushes, and cleaners we would need to clean the pool. I
mixed some cleaner and water in both buckets and sent him off to work
on the spa while I started down in the shallow end of the pool. I had
already drained the pool yesterday evening so there was only water in
the deep end, which I would vacuum out later when I rinsed the walls
after scrubbing them. Jeremy and I started talking about the end of
school, what we were planning to do after graduation, catching up on
the latest gossip, and other general best friend bullshit. It didn't
take long for him to finish scrubbing the spa down, so I asked him to
use the hose, rinse the cleaner off, and make sure their wasn't any
leftover scum on the bottom. When he finished that, he brought his
bucket and brush over to help on the over side of the pool. Both of us
were sweating like mad as we hurried to get the remaining tiles cleaned
and complete the job, the beads of perspiration soaking our shorts and
matting down our hair. When we got the sides scrubbed, I opened the
drain to let out the rest of the water and pulled the hose over to
rinse everything off. While I was spraying down the sides, I let the
hose wander in Jeremy's direction and really soaked him. I could tell
he was trying to get mad, but the cold water must have felt good after
all that exertion, so I turned it on myself so we'd be in the same
condition. As the water receded, I made sure all the remaining dirt was
washed down the drain so I could turn on the fill valves and get the
pool back to normal. We cleaned out our buckets and brushes and put
everything away, leaving the garden hose on full blast to fill up the
spa.

I went back into the kitchen to pour a couple more sodas in plastic
glasses, grabbed a joint I had rolled from Dad's stash, and joined
Jeremy on the patio where he had laid down on a cushioned chaise to let
the sun finish drying him off.

"Reward time," I said, waving the joint in the air above my head.
"Perfect," he replied, big smile lighting up his handsome face.

I sat down on the foot of the chaise and lit the joint. As I handed it
to him, he propped himself up on one elbow to face me and took the
joint from my fingers.

"What about your Dad?"
"Oh don't worry about him. He's working on some fundraiser he's having
at the gym and won't be home for hours. That project's got him tied up
a lot lately."

We smoked the joint until it started burning our fingers, so I got up
and snuffed it out in a planter close by. When I sat back down, I
looked at Jeremy, who had that obviously stoned expression on his face.
I'm sure mine didn't look any better and I chuckled to myself.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked.
"Nothing special, just imaging the goofy look I must have on my face
after looking at yours"
"Well," he replied, "if you're as stoned as I am, I have got to look
just as goofy. By the way, what's this dirt you said you wanted to tell
me, or did we already talk about it?"
"Gosh," I said, "where do I start? This is going to blow your mind."

I started telling Jeremy about Dad finding my gay magazines on my
birthday and all about that night and many other nights, and days,
since. Jeremy's eyes got huge, his mouth was hanging open, and all he
could say was,

"No shit!"
"You're fucking kidding me!" and
"No way!"
"Way," I told him, "and there's even more."

Jeremy was asking for all kinds of details and I was only too happy to
provide them. I told him about the size of Dad's dick, what rimming
was, what it was like to get fucked, and about all the places around
the house where Dad and I had sex. The sun had dried out our shorts,
but there was a big, wet spot in the center of his where his dick was
hard and trying to break through the fabric. Retelling the story had
the same effect on me, not to mention making me to feel extra horny, so
I reached over and pulled the front of his shorts down, letting his
hardon spring free. The swollen head was coated with precum, so I leaned
over and licked it off, causing moans of pleasure to escape from his
mouth. I worked my way down his cock until my nose was pressed against
his pubes, letting his cock head enter my throat. I worked on his dick
with my mouth while I slowly pulled the shorts off his ass and down to
his ankles. I stopped sucking him long enough to pull his shorts
completely off and onto the concrete. I pulled my own shorts down,
stepping out of them and leaving them in a heap at the foot of the
chaise. I crawled back on top of him and pressed my lips to his,
sandwiching our hard dicks between our bodies. I loved the feel of his
lips and parted them with my tongue, stabbing it deep into his mouth,
swirling it around his own, trying to reach into the back of this
throat. Jeremy returned the fierceness of my kissing with passion of
his own, each of us slathering the other's mouth with spit and then
licking it off.

Jeremy went crazy when I moved my mouth down to his neck and continued
my oral attentions on the tender skin there. I was alternately stabbing
my tongue into his flesh and swirling it around while sucking gently. I
sucked and licked both sides of his neck and under his chin, feeling
the vibrations of his moaning course through my lips. I slid down a
little further on his body, my dick slipping between his legs and
pressing against his balls. My mouth went first to one nipple and then
the other, licking and chewing gently, bringing more twitches and moans
from his tight body. I grew a little more aggressive with his nipples as
the fire burned through me to possess him in every way. I bit down
gently on a nipple, holding it in my teeth and slowly increased the
pressure. This caused his ass to lift from the cushion and ragged gasps
of breath came from his chest until I didn't think he could take
anymore. When I released the nipple, his body relaxed and I moved over
to the other one to give it the same treatment. While I was working his
nipples, his legs spread slightly and started to slide up along the
side of mine. The more attention I gave his nipples, the more his legs
slid up and opened. I scooted up onto my knees between his and, after
removing my mouth from his nipple, grabbed both of them with my
fingers. I squeezed both nipples gently, then a little harder, moving
my head to take his leaking cock into my mouth. The combination of the
tit work and the blowjob was causing his ass to lift off the cushion,
fucking my mouth. His movements made me realize what control I had over
him now and I started to think of other things I've learned recently to
heighten his pleasure.

I removed my fingers from his nipples, which had swollen to twice their
size from my manipulations and hooked my hands under his knees. I
pulled my mouth from his cock and looked into his questioning face as I
slowly pushed his legs back towards him. When the pink pucker of his
asshole came into view, I gave him a wink and a little smile, and then
ran my tongue over his hole, along the hairy furrow between his ass
cheeks. It sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him when my
tongue touched his hole, and I felt more lust surge through me. I
tongued his ass gently, slowly increasing the pressure of my mouth,
finally rolling my tongue into a little pink dick, stabbing it into his
pucker. Jeremy's hole was clenched shut at first but it started to
relax as I continued bathing it with spit and poking into it with my
tongue. His head was lolling back and forth and he was moaning,

"Oh my god, that feels so damn good, oh my god!"

I slid my hands down from under his knees, placing them under his ass
and pushing it a little higher so I could get at it easier with my
mouth. I used my thumbs to spread his ass cheeks a little more and
continued licking and tongue fucking his hole. Jeremy as really in a
frenzy now, the involuntary muscle spasms in his body making his dick
bounce without being touched, big drops of precum leaking from the
slit. I stopped working his ass with my tongue, lowered him to the
cushion, and crawled over his body to shove my tongue back in his
mouth. I wanted him to taste the sweetness of his ass juices on my lips
and tongue, his moans changing to whimpers hoping I would go back to
eating his ass.

Pulling my mouth from his, I said, "I think it's time to go to the next
stage. I think it's time I fucked you."

His face took on a brief look of fear, and I reassured him, "Don't
worry. I'm not going to do anything you can't take, and if it's not
right, we'll stop. Just stay here while I get a few 'marital aids', as
Dad calls them."

I got up and trotted to Dad's bedroom, pulling the lube and poppers from
the nightstand, then back out to the patio. Jeremy was so handsome
lying there, looking at me and smiling. I knew he must be apprehensive,
as I certainly was the first time, but I really loved him and wouldn't
do anything to hurt him. When I approached with the two bottles in my
hands, he looked at me questioningly.

"The poppers will help loosen you up, and the lube makes your ass and my
dick slippery so there's less discomfort. I'll stretch your hole with
my fingers first and when I slide my dick in, I'll take it really slow
so you can get used to the new feelings."

Jeremy just nodded in understanding while I climbed back onto the chaise
between his legs. I handed him the poppers and adjusted his ass so it
was resting on my thighs, legs pushed back towards his chest.

"Take the cap off and take a long, slow sniff of the bottle with your
nose," I instructed.

As he did what I told him, I opened the lube and poured some onto the
fingers of my right hand. I spread the slippery fluid along the furrow
of his ass, concentrating on the quivering pucker between his ass
cheeks. I spread the remainder over my cock, jacking it slowly,
savoring the sensation along my cock head. When I saw the blush on his
chest, I knew the poppers were taking over his body and I slid my index
finger slowly into his hole. His response was to exhale slowly through
his mouth, as his smile grew and his eyes closed with the sensations. I
fucked his hole very slowly with my finger, watching his face for any
signs of pain or discomfort. There was no indication of any problem so I
picked up the pace a little, twisting my finger slowly as I pushed and
pulled it from his hot channel. I pulled my finger out and joined it
with my middle finger. Twisting slowly at the same time I was pushing
the two fingers in, I felt his body tense slightly and stopped.

"It's okay," he said, "it was just nerves I think. Your fingers feel
really good."

I fucked his ass slowly with two fingers for a couple of minutes before
adding a third one. There was no resistance at all with three fingers
so I began to widen the circle of my twisting to push more against his
anal ring. Jeremy must have been feeling some control over the process
because a couple of times I felt his hole clamp down on my fingers, only
to loosen back up immediately. The smile on his face was
acknowledgement of my thoughts and I knew it was time for some serious
fucking. I pulled my fingers from his ass, picked up the lube and
spread some more around and inside his hole. I poured a generous dollop
on my hand and spread it all the way around and down my dick to my
pubes. I left some extra around the head of my dick to make the entry
easier, and wedged my cock head at his hole, pushing only enough to
make sure it was centered correctly.

"Take a hit of poppers with each nostril this time, expelling the first
one before taking the second," I told him.

I could tell the rush was fully upon him because I felt his pucker
loosen around my cock head, almost inviting me inside. I pushed
slightly with my dick and slid into him until the head of my cock was
just inside and his ass ring had closed tightly around the ridge. I saw
no signs of discomfort from him so I continued to slide my cock slowly
inside his hot tunnel. Jeremy was still rushing from the poppers as I
watched inch after inch of my cock disappear into his hole until I felt
his ass press against my pubes. I was fully seated inside his hot flesh
and I was itching to feel his ass walls caress my cock head and shaft.

"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah," he sighed, "I just feel so full, but it doesn't hurt or
anything."
"Great," I replied, "And now I want to make you feel really good."

Still on my knees, I straightened my body while I pulled his ass up with
me, his hole gripping my cock. I held his ankles with both hands,
spreading his legs wider to give me a better view of our connection.
Slowly, I slid my cock half way out of his ass, then slowly back in.
With each stroke, I was pulling a little more out of his hole before
sliding slowly back in. After a few minutes of the slow fucking, I was
able to pull my cock head out of his hole and slide my dick back in to
the hilt with complete ease. I loved the feeling of long dicking
Jeremy, the walls of his ass making love to my cock. I knew how much I
liked the feeling in my ass when Dad fucked me like this, so I was
giving the same attention to my best buddy.

After a while, I started to pick up the pace of my strokes, and Jeremy
was urging me on, the look of pure lust sweeping across his face each
time I sunk the full length of my cock into his ass. He was really
digging this and that was all the encouragement I needed to really
start fucking him. I gyrated my hips to work my cock around and around
his hole, stretching it further and making him grunt with each stroke.
I was really getting a rhythm going when Jeremy gasped,

"Oh shit, your Dad!"

I looked over at the French doors leading inside to the kitchen area,
and there was my father, standing against the door, watching me fuck
Jeremy on the lounger. I have no idea how long he had been standing
there, but his enormous dick was fully hard and a big, wet spot was
growing on the material of his gym shorts. I knew he wasn't angry
because a nasty, little smile I knew quite well was on his face and one
hand was twisting a nipple beneath his tank top. He saw that we knew he
was there, so he began walking towards us, pulling his tank top over
his head. When he got next to the lounger, he pulled off his shoes and
shorts, letting his huge cock bounce over Jeremy's face.

"Suck my man balls, boy," he growled to Jeremy and slowly lowered his
body until they were resting on Jeremy's lips.

Jeremy had to move his hands to help get one of Dad's balls into his
mouth and I watched as he worked it around his mouth with his tongue.

"Keep fucking him, Jake, I want him open for some big, daddy dick."

Dad leaned over and planted his mouth on mine, his hands finding my
nipples, squeezing and pinching them the way I like. Our tongues
swirled against each other hungrily, shocks of pain shooting from my
nipples directly to my cock. I started my strokes again, pumping
Jeremy's ass with hard thrusts, Jeremy's groans muffled by my Dad's
balls. Dad's dick was dripping precum on Jeremy's chest and he scooped
some up, rubbing it along the full length of his cock. The scene before
me was fueling my lust and I started to feel the cum moving up, out of
my balls towards release. Dad could tell I was getting ready to shoot,
so he increased the pressure on my nipples, driving me to fuck Jeremy
harder and harder. The hot ass wrapped around my dick was milking my
balls for their fluids and before I knew it, I could feel hot cum
spewing out of my cock head, the sensations spasming through my body, a
howl escaping my lips. I could still feel cum pouring from my cock as I
continued to fuck the hot ass below me, determined to get every drop
from my balls into his body. As my orgasm slowed, I pulled my dick out
of Jeremy and sat back on my feet, panting in near exhaustion.

Dad, however, was not going to give me a chance to calm down after my
explosion.

"Jake, your Daddy needs to sink this monster into a hot ass, and this
boy sucking my balls looks like the perfect candidate."

I got up from the lounger, my legs quivering and unsure they would hold
me. Dad pulled his balls from Jeremy's mouth and came around to take my
place. He picked up the lube bottle and poured a thick line directly on
his cock. His right hand smeared the slippery fluid from head to balls
while his left hand was spreading Jeremy's ass to expose his dilated
hole.

"You'd better take a big hit of poppers, boy, because I'm needing to
fuck your ass in the worst way."

Jeremy had a slight look of fear on his face, but he knew well enough to
do as he was told. There was a big, hairy, muscle-stud man with a huge
cock pointed at his ass, and he knew it was going to be way up inside
him in a short amount of time. Jeremy took four deep breaths, exhaling
between each one and holding the last one deep in his lungs. I could see
his asshole opening and closing slightly in anticipation until Dad's
cock head hid it from my sight. In one quick movement, Dad buried the
entire length of his monster cock in Jeremy's ass. The wind was knocked
out of Jeremy's lungs but Dad didn't wait a second before he started
really pounding his ass. Every time Dad plunged deep into Jeremy's
bowels, the smacking of his skin and balls against the ass beneath him
was loud enough to hear from a distance. Jeremy had his legs wrapped
around Dad's waist and I could tell he was moving them in such a way as
to pull Dad deeper. He was moaning loudly beneath my father, begging him
to fuck him harder. I didn't see how that was possible, but I could
tell Dad was giving it his best try. Dad's pile driving must have been
scraping Jeremy's prostate with each plunge because I recognized the
sounds Jeremy makes when he's getting ready to cum. Jeremy's hands were
laced around Dad's neck as Dad watched his own dick battering the boy's
hot ass. Dad was fucking the cum out of Jeremy and soon I heard the
familiar grunts and cries of my buddy in heat, cum pumping from his
dick onto his and Dad's chest. Seeing Jeremy cum was all Dad needed to
release the brakes on his own orgasm, and after several more punishing
thrusts, he plunged all the way into Jeremy's ass, growled, and started
the jerking motions he makes when cumming.

After a few moments to let the waves of orgasm finish washing over him,
Dad pulled out of Jeremy, went to the spa, and used the hose to rinse
himself off. Jeremy was lying on the lounger, hands over his head, cum
leaking from his ass, completely exhausted from the fierce fucking. I
went over, sat beside him, and stroked his body with my hands, spreading
the cum around his chest. I leaned over and kissed him gently, watching
for his eyes to open and look at me. When he finally opened his eyes,
he looked at me and said one word,

"Awesome."

I knew at that moment his experience this afternoon had been a great
one. When I was finally able to get him to sit up, I pulled him to his
feet and dragged him upstairs for a shower and a nap.

[RobDog]

I wish I had had a Dad like  that, what a great start for aBoi just starting out on his life as a gay man