Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2017 13:37:39 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Doug Gets What He Wants

Title: Chuck's Son Gets What He Asked For

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I was 12 when I first had sex. It was quick, it was painful, and it was
with a guy. He told me how much it felt good, and how he was so hot for
me... I loved the attention, and I let him inside me. He used spit and
didn't teach me how to relax. It wasn't fun. If it weren't for my teenage
hormones and my interest in dudes, I would have sworn off sex completely.

But, that was then, and this is now. My name is Dade. I am 15 now, and I
hit paydirt. I'm not really sure why people say that, but I know that it
means 'good deal'. And I have it. I'll explain in a minute, but first, a
bit about me, to get a visual? I'm about 5'6". I am on the slimmer side,
but not a pencil. Think soccer build, without a six pack. I'm not really
into sports, unless you can play them on the LCD in the living room. I have
brown hair that looks sandy in the sunlight, and my mom says I have a
'Johnny Depp' look. My hair falls over my blue eyes, and comes just short
of my collar; I tend to avoid looking at people. I'm really quite
shy... which is probably how I let that guy fuck me back then. Regardless,
that's actually par tof how I struck gold. Oh, now i get it. Pay-Dirt. Dig
for Gold.

So, it's 1995. I'm 15, and I live with my mom. She's single, and
dating.. often. I have the apartment to myself a lot, and have come to
enjoy the magic that is our pulsating shower head. I have jerked off so
much to that thing... But anyway.

One night, Mom was out at a bar, and I was hungry. I started to make some
Mac n Cheese on the stove, boiling water and such. My game got really
interesting, and I kind of forgot, so the water all boiled out, and it
started to smoke. The alarm went off, and I rushed over. the pan was
ruined, but no fire. It was late, but the alarm had too much smoke around
it, so I opened the window. I could tell the alarm was screetching outside,
and just as it stopped, I heard a knock at the door. I lived on the third
floor of an apartment complex, so I was sure it was a pesky neighbor,
coming to yell at me.

I rushed to grab some shorts (it's late... I was just in boxers) and swung
the door open. There, in the doorway, was Chuck, the apartment manager,
with a fire extinguisher, heaving for breath.

"What's on fire??" he wheezed.

"Oh, sorry Mr... Chuck. It was just a pan. I took it off the burner, it's
fine... see?" I opened the door wide, and he looked over at the stove.

"Can I check it out, just in case?" he replied. I shrugged and let him in.

Walking to the kitchen, I noticed that he wasn't really dressed. I mean, he
had jeans and a shirt on, but the shirt was inside-out and his pants were
hanging off his hips. No belt, and the were loose.. Very loose.. I don't
think he's wearing underwear!

He flicked with the knobs on the stove, and flipped the pan over,
sighing. "You ruined this one, Dade," he said flatly.

I was still focused on the hips showing between his shirt and pants, when I
heard my name. I didn't know he knew my name...?

"Oh uh, I figured. Uh, thanks for checking on me." I had to stop looking. I
could faintly see outlines of his body, and it was starting to give me a
chubby. Not now, Dade!

He seemed to be done looking at the kitchen, and turned to me. "Well, I
know your mom gets... busy some nights, and so she asked me just to check
on ya if anything went wrong. Looks like you were trying to make some
food?"

I shrugged, flopping down on the couch. He rubbed the back of his neck,
like he had a kink in it, and continued talking. I couldn't help but look
him up and down. I mean, 15, remember?

He was good looking. 40 or so. Rough hands. He worked outside a lot,
garndening and fixing the apartment up, I guess. From his clothes, I could
see that he had a nice butt, and a broad chest. he hasn't gone grey yet,
and had a full head of hair. I could smell his musky cologne from my chair,
and I think he was in the army. Whatever the case, he looked good, and I
had to stop looking at him because...

"Earth to Dade! You with me buddy?" He snapped his finger. I shook my head
to get out of the stare and looked up at his face. "Huh?" I said.

"I said, since you clearly can't cook, do you want to have dinner by me?
Doug cooked, and we will have plenty of meatloaf."

I blinked. Who was Doug? He read my mind. "Doug is my son. He's in college,
but home for the week, and he wanted to cook a recipe my wife used to
make. So?"

I nodded and flicked off the TV. "Let me get clothes."


At dinner, we made small talk. I learned that Doug was 22, and Chuck was
44. His wife died a few years ago, and they have been both bachelors. When
Doug went to school, Chuck moved here and got this job at the apartments. I
told them about my Mom, and school, and all that stuff. I didn't really get
into topics like the hardon I had at the table. In fact, I didn't stand up
for about 10 minutes after dinner was over.... I mean, you can't blame
me. Doug had set the table and sat there eating with boxers and a wife
beater. He was muscular, and had sandy blonde hair, as well as a killer
smile. Add to it that it was hot in there so Chuck swapped from jeans to
running shorts and a plain white t-shirt. It was a bit much for my 15-year
old libido.

Anyway, that's how it all began. Mom was out all the time, and Chuck
started to invite moe over more and more. Soon we were having dinner and
watching HBO together. Then, one late night of some sci-fi marathon, I fell
asleep. Chuck only had recliners, so I vaguely recall him picking me up.

I woke to the morning sun in my eyes. In bed. With Chuck.

He was rolled to the left side, and i was lying flat on the right side. All
my clothes were still on and stuff, he had just let me sleep.

Soon, that too became the norm. I'd have dinner there about 3 days a week,
but now I was bringing clothes. I would shower for bed, watch HBO and
Showtime (he had them all), and share a bed with him.

It wasn't until a random friday night, that things took a new twist. So, as
I am sure everyone guessed, I was hot for Chuck. I would try to catch
glimpses of him getting out of the shower, or changing. I never saw him
completely naked, but came damned close a couple times. This Friday, things
changed.

Our usual dinner was around 6, and we'd clean the dishes and watch an 8pm
flick. At about 7:30, Chuck mentioned he was gonna jump in the shower. I
flicked on the TV, and surfed a bit, but I looked over and noticed that the
door to the bathroom didn't latch. Could this be it?

I heard the shower on full blast, and I crept to the doorway. I peeked. He
was just standing there, in the shower. I could see clear as day. His hands
were at his head, massaging shampoo in, and there he was. Naked. I dared
not move as I watched him soap up and twist as he cleaned various parts of
his body. I was getting hard, for sure.

But then, it happend. "If you're going to look, I get to look back..." he
said, to the air. I FROZE.

"Dude, I can see you in the mirror." He chuckled. The water turned off, and
I couldn't - I just couldn't move. I was SO busted.

The curtain opened, and he stood there. Naked. Semi hard? In front of me.

"This what you wanted to see, Dade?"

I couldn't look away, but I had to answer. "I... uh.. I just never..."

He smiled, and quipped, "It's ok buddy. But like I said, fair is
fair. Strip."

I blinked. What?

Without further words, Chuck approached me. Slowly, he reached for my waist
and pulled my shirt up. I had been all the way down to my underwear in
front of him before, but this was way different. I couldn't look him in the
eye, but when I looked down, all I could see was his junk. And it was nice.

He had a nice cock. Uncut, about 4" so far. It wasn't hard, but.. was it
getting hard? I shook it off as my shirt went over my head. What's going on
here!

I looked up at him, and I couldn't find the words.

"You like guys, Dade?" He asked.

I felt a tear form in my eye. He knew. I couldn't stop, I just started to
bawl.

Immediately, He pulled me to his chest. I could feel him hug me tight, but
I couldn't help but feel his dick against my leg. It was the hottest thing
to date, and I was crying like a baby.

He pulled me from the bathroom and into his room. Sitting me down on the
bed, he grabbed a towel and dried off behind me. I worked to stop
crying. He came back over to me and had a towel around his waist.

"Look buddy.. after my wife died, I had no interest in dating again. I
didn't want to fall in love again. I had the best girl ever, and I didn't
feel like trying to replace her, or anything close. But, you know, guys
have needs. And my hand wasn't doing it for me anymore," He paused, and
looked me in the eye. I had stopped crying, and was completely in awe.

"So, I found that there were other guys who just wanted some casual
fun. And I learned what guys can do to help each other out." He reached up
to my face and wiped a tear away.

I couldn't speak, so he continued, "I thought you might be like me... you
just need an outlet. I thought I could help you with that."

I blinked. Wait. I shook my head a bit to shake this new sensation off. Did
he... did he just offer me sex?

"Chuck... I uhm.. What..." I stammered.

"I'll ask you again, and when you tell me yes, we can work it out. Do you
like guys, Dade?" He looked me in the eye.

I waited a long time before I could move, but finally, I whispered a small
'yes' and looked away. He stood up and let the towel drop.

"Don't be afraid. What happens between us is never leaving this room. I
promise you aer safe. I'm what the guys call 'a sub'. Do you know anything
about sex yet?" He was confident in his conversation, but I didn't know
what to say. This was so fast!

I watched him as he moved over the the bed and flicked off the big
light. Only the hall and bathroom lights shined into the space, and it was
just enough to see him naked, laying in bed. His cock was harder, and now
about 6". Occasionally he would rub it, adjust it.

My mind had a thumb war. This is a once in a lifetime thing, Dade! Get it!
But this is so weird! But you wanted him for so long! But, what's a SUB? I
don't want to get fucked again, that hurt! But you want to taste his hard
dick! Ok. . .

I turned to him, and sucked up all the courage I had. "I've had sex once. I
didn't like it in my butt. that hurts."

He stopped and blinked. Now he was speechless?

"Ok, good to know. I happen to disagree with you, I think it feels great,
but that's my preference. Besides, I said I was a sub, so...And you have no
idea what that means. Ok, let's talk."

He started to talk to me about things. His dick went soft, and he noticed
me checking it. He told me that as a sub, he made a choice to be submissive
in his role. He found that he enjoyed being the one to service another. He
liked to have the dick in HIS mouth. He liked to GET fucked... or to
Bottom.

"So, Dade... I exposed myself, literally, tonight," he paused, "because I
wanted to suck your dick."

I blushed at the idea, but my cock had other intentions. I could feel
myself starting to press out against my track pants, and Chuck took that as
a cue to begin again. He rolled off the side of the bed, and crawled over
to me an just his knees. His hands reached up to my chest, and I could feel
his hot breath on my stomach. I got harder as he reached his hands to my
waistband. When he pulled them down, I flinched a bit.

"Oh, sorry Dade! I didn't know; I mean, I didn't think..." He stammered.

Until that moment, I was floating on a cloud. He was touching me, and I
could feel his heat against me.. but when he pulled at my pants, he didn't
realize that I was.. bent.

I pulled back and readjusted. See, what I didn't really say yet was that I
was bigger than most guys my age, in that area. In fact, I was bigger than
most guys Chuck's age.

Chuck pulled me back to him, and worked at my pants again. When he finally
revealed my cock, he made a slight whistle sound.

"Are you serious right now?" I heard him whisper. "Dade, you're... you're
fucking hung!"

I didn't have words. His eyes were level with my stomach, and he now had me
completely naked. My 9" dick was standing straight out, and he just sat on
his knees, staring.

After a moment, he spoke. "Close your eyes."

I did. And immediately, the first 4" of my dick were engulfed in this warm,
silky, wet place. A moment later, 5" were back in that place. Then
again. Then again. Now a hand was on the shaft, and my head started to
spin. I couldn't help it, I had to look. There he was, slurping up and down
on my cock. A guy was sucking MY DICK!

I was in heaven, but like anyone in that position, it was too much. I
started to breath short, and he started to suck harder. I tried to pull
away, but he wrapped a strong hand around my ass and held me in place.. I
couldn't speak, and before I knew it, every ounce of cum that I had was
spraying in Chucks mouth. He shoved his head forward, and I felt my cock
bed a bit. This last thrust, he had managed to get about 3/4 of my dick in
his throat, and I was in heaven.

When I came down from my orgasm, he pulled off my cock, and spit out what
was in his mouth. I looked at the floor, and realized that he had spit my
cum into his hand. With lighting fists, his hand jerked at his own cock,
and he started to flex.

I watched in awe as he stood up, still jerking his cock with both
hands. "Come over here!" he panted, and I followed him to door. He closed
it, revealing a mirror.

"Just... Watch... the... " he panted harder, and I watched as his dick
fired a blast of cum. Three strong shots of cum shot from his furiously
stroking hand to the mirror, over 2 feet away. He had a Pistol!

He calmed down, and the cum dribbled from his dick. I watched him reach his
hand to his mouth, licking the remaining cum from his hand.

We took showers again, separately, and I fell asleep while he was taking
his second shower of the night. We didn't talk about what happened for a
few days. I got nervous, and avoided his apartment for a couple days.

that next week, I was watching basic cable at my own house when the
doorbell rang. I opened it, and Chuck was there.

"Hey, are you .. ok? I didn't want to... change anything." He looked at his
shoe while he spoke.

I didn't really feel like anything was changed, I just had to work out the
situation. So, I shook my head. "No,. I'm cool.. just had to be alone for a
bit."

He nodded. "HBO has Top Gun on...?" He hinted.

I turned off my TV and followed him over.

For the next few days, nothing more happened. That Friday, I asked. We were
watching the credits of another movie.

"Chuck?"

"Yeah, Dade?" He was eating the last of the popcorn.

"Can you.. take a shower again?" I didn't know how to say it.

He laughed. Hard and loud. I felt funny about it, but he just smacked my
knee. "You want to get laid, huh?"

He walked to the bathroom, then yelled back to the living room, "Turn off
the TV and get in bed. Naked."

I did as he asked. He took a bit longer in the shower this time, but when
he came out, he had a tub of vaseline with him.

Without a word, his mouth engulfed my soft cock. I got hard almost
immediately, and he pulled at my cock with his hand. I moaned a bit.

The next feeling was interesting. he started to put on some Vaseline - onto
my shaft. It felt sticky, and warm, and friction all at the same time. It
felt good.

"Close your eyes." He said. I took a pillow and put it over my face.

"Dade, I'm gonna let you fuck me, but you need to stay very still until I
am ready. You got it? You are very big, and I need to get adjusted. OK?"

Through a muffled pillow, I squeaked a 'yes'. It got very quiet, and then,
I felt it. Pressure on my cock. Then the sound. Chuck. Moaning. No,
grunting. Then, warmth. Tight. Soft. I wanted to push in.

"Don't. Move." He panted. "Dade, seriously, don't..."

Without realizing it, I had been grinding my hips. I was about 6" into him
and he was fighting the pain. I pulled my pillow away, and saw what was
happening.

He was facing me, on his haunches, and my cock, was in his ASS. He looked
at me, as I watched him slowly lowered onto me. I felt his cheeks against
my legs, and he looked at me. His face was strained, and flexed. He was in
pain? Like I was as a kid?

"Ok... go." He said. I looked at him, perplexed.

"You were doing it before, do it again. Grind your hips. Fuck me." He
commanded.

I shifted a bit and flexed my hips. I could feel the friction against his
tight walls. I was.. breathless. Something in me took over. I wanted
more. I wanted to be in him.

With an exhale, I pumped my hips, and felt myself push in deep. He gasped,
but something hit me. I pulled back as far as I could, and slid back in,
full speed. He pulled up almost off me, but the horny devil in me grabbed
at his hips. It was enough to fill him again. He looked at me and smirked,
his pain subsiding. He met my thrust this time, and I felt myself
completely inside him. I stopped, realizing how intense this was.

"It's ok Dade... your first time is supposed to be fast. Pump it and let
go..." He nodded.

I felt the pressure building in me, and pumped a couple more times. I was
close.

"That's it stud, unload your cum. Come on. Shoot it. Pump it deep in my
gut. Make me taste it!" He panted. His hips pushed down on me, and I felt
the base of my cock hit his hole. That ewas all it took. I pulled the
pillow back over my head and shouted into it as my cum fired round after
round into his hole. I couldn't help it; it was amazing.

I was fully in him, and he didn't lift off me until I was soft again. He
rolled onto his side, and kissed my forehead. "You did great, buddy! Next
time, you can do me from behind, it's a much more dominant postition."

I nodded, and we fell asleep, cum covered dick and all.

We didn't have sex for a couple days after that. When we did, he got on my
knees and sucked me right in the middle of a movie, on the couch. After, he
asked if he could cum on my dick. It felt weird, but he licked it all off
afterward.

For the next few weeks, we got into a great routine. He would always be
showered when I came over, and all I had to do was ask to go to his room,
and he would blow me or bend over for me. By this point, he could now take
me without warming up. And he liked it rough, and so did I. He would
sometimes go to the bathroom, grab the vaseline jar, and throw it at
me. All i had to do was lube up my dick, and point it at his hole. I could
slide the head in, he would gasp, then I would shove hard all the way in
him. Everytime he would shudder and lunge forward, but he said he loved it
like that, and I know it got me off to get in him fully each time.


Then it came. Memorial weekend. Three days off school, and Mom was going
'house hunting' with some guy she met like, three weeks ago. Chuck, of
course, said I could crash over at his place while they left to go to the
neighboring town to look 'at houses'. To this day, I have no clue where
they went.

It was just after dinner that Friday, and we had gotten used to just boxers
these days. I was watching TV on the floor on my stomach, and Chuck was in
his recliner, when the door swung open.

"Doug! What.. what you doing home?" Chuck jumped. He muted the TV and
shuffled to make sure hew wasn't showing his dick through his boxer-fly.

"Memorial Day, Dad, remember? School has a 5 day weekend. I'm home!" Doug
was oblivious to our state of dress, and I guess that makes sense. I mean,
bachelors. "Oh, hey Dade! Sorry to crash, but I'll need my bed back this
weekend. Cool, buddy?" I looked over at Chuck, who just shrugged. We
weren't having sex tonight, that's for sure. And Doug thought I slept in
his room all this time.

"No problem. He can crash with me." Chuck said, and winked.

Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday rolled around, and my cock was aching. I
mean, aching. I hadn't had sex since Wednesday, and it was used to
unloading 3 times a week! Since Doug was ALWAYS at the house, I didn't even
have a chance to whack off.

Chuck felt it too, so he threw caution to the wind. Sunday night, after
'Sunday Comedians' on TV, we all headed to bed, and Chuck grabbed the
vaseline from the bathroom.

In his room, he whispered, "We need to cum. and you need to fuck. Do it
hard, fast, and quiet. Doug is on the other side of that wall, and I just
need to feel you nut."

I nodded and he rubbed my now super hard cock with some Vaseline. Without
words, he slid down his boxers, bent over the bed and bit his arm. I knew
this meant he didn't want a warm up, so I aimed for his hole. Once I felt
the tip on his hole, I slammed in. He screamed into his now teeth-marked
arm, his shout barely escaping. I held still for him to get used to the
invasion, then began to pump. It took minutes to cum, and while neither of
us made noise, I am sure the bed squeaked a bit, and I was panting hard. We
fell asleep still coated in lube.

Monday morning, Doug was gone when we woke up. I got cereal and Chuck made
coffee. At dinner, Doug was still out, and he hadn't called or
anything. Not unusual, but still. In fact, we didn't see him until
Tuesday. I didn't have school, but Chuck was working the apartments when
Doug came home. He went right to his room, ignoring my 'where'd you go'
question.

When he came out, I was shocked to see him in a jock strap, and nothing
else.  I looked away, but he walked in front of the TV.

"I know what my Dad is doing. Do you like what he does?" He asked me.

I didn't know what to say.

"Dade." He commanded. "Do you like what my Dad does with you?"

I looked at him, and saw a different Doug. He was angry. He was like,
naked. And he was sexy as fuck.

Over the past months, Chuck has shown me that I am strong. So, I stood up
and looked at Doug's body. He eyed me up and stood his ground.

"Yes. I like it. I love it. Best feeling ever." I said, flatly.

His smirk said everything; he grabbed at his junk, adjusting his hardening
cock, and walked over to me. "I'm half his age with twice the
stamina. Wanna try it with me?"

I nodded, and walked with him to his room. His ass flexed as he walked. I
wondered if it would feel different.

Once in his room, he turned to me, "You know, I'm not gay. I don't really
like to fuck guys, but you know,"

I looked at him rub on his crotch, "Sometimes, a dude needs a hole, you
know?"

He reached over and grabbed my hand. He lead it to his jock, and
squeezed. "It's big, isn't it. Bet it's bigger than my old man's. I'm sure
you'll like it. And hey, who even has to know?"

I let him use my hand for a bit, and he stood up to pull down his jock. His
cock was bigger than Chuck's. About 7.5", but thicker too. He leaned down
to me and put a hand on my chest. He was taller than me, so my face pushed
into his chest as he reached behind me.

Just as his hand went below my waistband, the front door creaked. He yanked
away from me and spun around to find his sweat pants.

"Guys? You here?" Chuck called, but it didn't matter. Doug had left the
door cracked, and Chuck ewas already peering through. "I got us some Burger
Kin-"

"Dad, I can explain..." Doug had one leg in his pants, and almost fell on
the bed. I just stood there.

"What the HELL." Chuck shouted. "Dade, did he hurt you?"

I shook my head.

"Me? ME? Dad, I heard you two the other night. Don't accuse ME of anything,
you perv. I was just trying to get some of what you got going on! Dade was
into it, weren't you Dade?" Doug retorted.

I nodded. Honestly, I was hoping to see him hard and naked, and I did want
to feel him.

the room went silent for a second, then Chuck smirked, and winked at
me. "What doyo think Dade. You feel like trying it on with my son here?"

I shrugged. "Ok, but he's not-"

Chuck stopped me. "Never you mind that. Doug, you want to do what we did
last night? Are you sure you're ok with that? I mean, he is 15... "

"Look Dad, I just want to nut, ok? If this is gonna be a thing, I'll just
find a hooker or somthing." Doug rolled his eyes.

Chuck closed the door. "Ok, but here's the deal. It goes down exactly as we
do it. Dade doesn't do some things, so we respect that. And if you don't
agree, well, let's just say, he knows the number for 911. Play fair, and
his way, got it?"

I nodded, and felt my cock wake up again. This was happening? I was going
to get to fuck this college guy, his SON, in front of Chuck?

Doug clapped once, and dropped his pants again. "Ok, so Dade, what, you
suck dick or what?"

Chuck answered for me. "Oh no. Doug. No. Dade is a top."

Doug went white. "Wait, he.. uh.. and Dad, you.. take... a dick?"

Chuck nodded. "Yea. Now you are too."

Doug protested. "Naw man, I ain't gay. I just wanted to slide in a nice
mouth or some shit. "

Chuck shook his head. "well, you said exactly what WE did last night. Now,
Bend over that bed."

Doug looked at me long, and then down at my crotch. I was hard, but tight
boxers and loose shorts helped hide me a bit. He didn't know what he was
getting.

"Man up, son. You'll nut from it, I'm sure. And what, you can't take a 15
year old dick? You some cry baby?"

Doug didn't like being challenged.

"Fine. Ass play is cool, I can nut from it. And he's 15. Ok. Dade, go for
it dude, do me like you plowed him." Doug sighed, and started to jerk on
his dick.

I left, got the Vaseline. When I came back, Doug was bent over, and Chuck
was beside him, on the bed. I didn't quite get it, but It looked like Chuck
was leaning on his back. Holding him down?

"Ok, Dade, ain't nothing been up there but a toy or stuff from my
girfriend. I mean, I know you're just 15, but I was like 5" back then so
I'm sure I'll feel something. Go easy?"

Chuck interjected. "Dade, strip and lube up. Doug, you want it like last
night? Well, we didn't have the luxury of going slow, since we wanted to
get a nut out after days and days. So just like us, you're gonna get your
nut fast and hard."

Doug sighed, " Ok, whatever. I know you're pissed that I invaded your trade
Dad, but come on, he's 15. You could have an adult fully grown male...."

I was fully lubed, and hard as a rock. Doug's ass was in the air, bent
slightly at thicknees, and perfectly in line with my cock. I was ready.

Chuck pushed down on Doug's back to hold him in place, and looked at
me. "Ok, so Doug, he's ready. Dade, show him your dick, then slide it in,
just like you do me. Doug, Why don't you take a look back at what you're
getting?"

I'll never forget the look. He spun around a bit, the weight of his Dad
still holding him in place. The cocky grin on his face turned ghost white
as my hard, slightly curved cock twisted in his direction. Ad if in slow
motion, I saw Chuck push Doug flat with all his weight and mouth 'slide it
in' to me.

In one motion, I pushed against his hole, and fought the resistance. His
ass popped around my cock head, and the first 3" slid in.

Dougs WHOLE body got tight, his legs jetted out from under him, and I lost
my balance. As he screamed from the initial insertion, and his body gave
way, I fell further on top of him. I didn't want to, but with that amount
of slip, I rammed all of my cock deep into him. I heard him shout, I mean,
really shout, and saw Chuck struggle to keep him down. As I regained my
hand holds to the bed, I felt Doug go limp. His whole body, from overload
of pain, passed out.

I had a feeling of panic, but Chuck was right there. "Dade. Calm. He just
passed out. His ass should be nice and loose now. Bust your nut. Go
on. Fuck him. "

I shut my eyes, and pulled out slowly, until I was at the rim of my cock
head. I pushed back in, and my hands slid up his back. He was so warm and
sexy, I couldn't help it. I pulled my arms to his waist, held his hips, and
shoved in deep. I thrust in and out of his relaxed body for only a few
minutes, when I felt my cock bubbling. I was gonna cum, and soon.

Chuck saw the look on my face and in a heartbeat, he had whipped out his
cock. I started to jet streams of cum into Doug, and his Dad was right
behind me; his cum splashed Doug's face, and it wasn't until I started to
pull out htat I felt Doug's body come back to life. he yanked away from me,
his ass filled with cum, his face covered in spunk, and his own cock
unloaded onto the mattress under him.

He slid off the bed to the floor, trying to stand, feeling the pain of a
fresh deep fuck. His hand went to his face, where he scraped 4 shots of cum
from it, flicking it to the bed. "Fuck, what the fuck. How do you own that
at your age!"

I shrugged, and Chuck laughed. I found out later that Doug had been fucked
before. A lot. Apparently, in college, he was often found at a public
bathroom... but I was the first one to fuck him like that.

We never did it again, and eventually, I myself went to college, where I
was able to get fucked the right way, and learn about sensual love making,
and not JUST sex.... not to say that I didn't have plenty of both.


Hope you enjoyed!