Date: Sat, 3 May 2008 20:40:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Charles Rascal Subject: My four sons have the hots for Chad - Part Two "So, Chad," I said, taking hold of his hard cock and jacking him a bit, "which of my young sons do you want to fuck first?" Chad seemed genuinely perplexed. I figured he'd not choose Ethan first only because he'd already had sex with him and, no matter how wonderful it was, and it always was, they both said, he was ready for fresh meat. I was right. "Bradley," he said. "I want Bradley." Of course, he was the very youngest of the four. Go for it, Chad! Bradley squealed with delight and called from his room. "Chad, Chad, come here and fuck me!" Chad, no doubt thinking of what I'd just told him about Bradley's exploits with a lot of my men friends, smiled and headed straight for Bradley's bedroom. He slipped off his clothes, all but his small bulging briefs shaped like a jock strap so that his beautiful round butt protruded from the straps at the back. He crawled onto Bradley's bed and sat there, on his knees, while my son rubbed the very large bulge at the front of his underwear. "Shit, Chad, that's got to be huge. Man, am I gonna have a sore ass later." They both laughed. Chad reached for Bradley and pulled him up to a sitting position, then leaned down and gave him a slow kiss, holding on to the back of his head. I could hear both of them moan. Bradley reached around and rubbed Chad's smooth, round butt, up and down, up and down, already in the rhythm of sex, even at the tender age of eleven, but a very very experienced eleven. I closed the door and left them alone and decided to get my rocks off with Ethan this time, since I guessed he would be the last of the four that Chad would be having sex with, so Ethan would have a little time to rest up before taking it up the ass from that so big, so familiar cock. I walked into Ethan's room, smiled at him, knowing he'd heard Chad and me talking in the hallway and began undressing. He began that short-breath breathing he does when he gets sexually excited. I can't say which of my boys was the favorite as I absolutely loved having sex with all of them. And, before we began having sex, I'd let them watch, right in the room, while I had sex with one of my students, or a neighbor boy, or a good friend around my age. Most of the time, though, my lover was one of several young boys, old enough to shoot a load into the air from the sheer excitement of getting first rimmed, then finger fucked, then fucked with a dildo, then enjoy the pleasure of a man's long, thick cock, with me pushing and pushing the big mushroom head into their boy butts, getting it in, then having them gasp and cum without even touching their cocks. My boys would clap when that happened, excited to see their daddy "score," as I called it. They would say things like, "Go, Daddy!" or "Fuck 'im, Daddy!" and, as they got older, the more they touched themselves. I wouldn't let them watch unless they were naked. That was the rule. I'd let them answer the door, hold the boy's hand as they brought him upstairs, rub the bulge on the front of his jeans or shorts, even kiss him a little, then help him undress and smooth out the sheets - I went through a lot of sheets as we were always washing the ones covered with cum stains and sweat - before the boy lay down, on his back, his cock sticking up in the air. I would wait until my sons had him ready for me, then I would come in the room and let my boys undress me while the boy watched. I could usually see a slight glistening of sweat on the boy's small body and his look of eagerness and impatience, as I slowly had them remove my clothes, finally pulling down my briefs and my big, hard cock would slap up against the face of the son who was standing in front of me. He would giggle and they would stand back, as if to say, Here's Exhibit A. Ta-daa!! I would begin the ritual of having sexual intercourse with a boy. That sentence I just wrote is one of my favorite sentences to write - ever. Have sexual intercourse with a boy. Damn! I have lost count of the boys I've fucked but it is a lot. And every one, without exception, has enjoyed it, has broken out in sweat, moaned, sighed, held me tightly, kissed me, bit me, took it up the ass and cried out things like, "Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" while I did the same, pumping load after load in his small, black or white ass. All the while, and this was not a quick thing, as I never wanted it to end, nor did any of the boys, so we would go on and on, edging each other, then pulling back, edging, then back, over and over again, until we could not stand it, and one of us would cum, making the other one cum. Then, I'd lower myself on to the boy, our bodies so sweaty we'd practically slide off each other, and I'd give him a lot of deep-tongue kisses, sucking on his neck, sticking my tongue in his ear, breathing hard, hot, and fast into his ear, suck on his earlobe, then work down to his nips where I would suck hard on each of them. All the while, he would be gasping, and his gooey, wet cock would be rock hard. Soon, I would stage-whisper, "Baby, are you ready for more?" and the kid would never fail to whisper back, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me again. I want it again and again and again!" Once my older twins reached puberty - thankfully, all of them followed in my footsteps and developed young - I began to have sex with them. No longer did we merely roll around naked on the bed and kiss and cuddle, no longer did I pretend to be asleep while they masturbated me and practiced a little bit of blowing, tasting my pre-cum. Now, it was the real thing. I let the younger twins watch while I began having a complete sexual relationship with the older boys, doing everything with them they'd been watching me do with the visiting boys. Each boy, like all of us, had his particular favorite things, but I made them all do some things. For example, I fucked all of my boys, riding them hard and long, cumming in them and teaching them to enjoy the experience. Ethan, of all of the boys, had been the most reluctant to get fucked but I found out it was because he had been playing around with an older boy at school and the boy had basically tried to rape him and it frightened him. But I was a loving partner, working him up with the stages of ass play that included all of the lovely mouth-to-ass contact, finger-in-ass contact, dildos and lube and everything to make him gasp and cry loudly, bringing the other boys rushing into the room if they weren't there already to watch me impale him on my big thick cock and make him gasp, tears running down his cheeks, blubbering how he loved me, how he wanted me to fuck him forever, and then he'd shoot a big load of cum into the air without touching his cock. I was proud at how I had trained him to be daddy's little whore, the very phrase I used on him and which he loved. I climbed into Ethan's bed just as we heard Bradley cry out, "Ooooh! Ooooh! Ethan! Oh, it's big and it feels so good. It's big! I love 'em big! It's as big as Daddy's!" Ethan and I laughed out loud. Ethan knew for sure the differences in my cock and Chad's cock and he would have to admit they were pretty close in size. Mine was even longer, but we were both very thick and our mushroom heads were awesome. I'd never seen another as big as mine. You could put a TV tray on it and balance it! That's what one of my boys said one time! I hadn't tasted Ethan for a few days, being too busy fucking one boy after the other, to say nothing of a wrestler here and there, so I had him lie on his back and I went down on him, then started giving him big slurpy licks all over his groin, tasting the insides of his legs, kissing and gently sucking on his hairless balls, running my nose and lips through his small bush, then I slid off the bed to the floor and pulled him towards me. "Hold your ankles in the air," I said. I began kissing his balls again, and then licked behind them, working my way down to his ass. I scooted him closer to me, beginning to reach the beginning of his ass crack, then I had his ass almost suspended in the air and licked along his crack. I turned him over on his stomach, had him put his legs on either side of the corner of the bed, his feet on the floor, so that his ass was there. Mine! I spread open his cheeks, continuing to lick him, and began sucking on the tender skin, that flap of skin that goes across from one cheek to the other, sucking on it, in particular, as he and his brothers always went wild when I sucked on it. I pulled away and continued licking, slobbering really all over his ass, holding his cheeks apart as he softly breathed and whispered, "Daddy, Daddy." I grinned with anticipation. No matter how many times I fucked each of my boys, it was always a new, incredible pleasure to do so. And this time I just knew it would be no different, yet it would be so exciting I could barely keep from cumming before I finally would surrender. I took some lube from a tube stuck under the end of the mattress - hell, I must have 20 tubes stashed all over the house so I wouldn't have to go looking. Even had one in the garage when I wanted to have a boy lying face down on the hood of my car, getting it up the ass. I lubed my fingers generously and rubbed it all over my cock. I took some more, just as much, and inserted two fingers into Ethan, working them in and out. He was silent, waiting for the cock he'd loved so much for so long. Just before I entered him, he asked, "Daddy, wait a minute. When can we do the Rushin' Roulette again? With Chad here, we could make it even more fun?" I kept talking as I began sliding my cock in him. "When he's done with Bradley and I'm done with you, let's set it up. Good thinking!" The thought of Rushin' Roulette with one more cock sounded like great fun. Usually, it was my four boys, lined up, along the side of my large bed, asses lubed, and I would fuck one for a little while, then the next one, then the next one, then the next one, and start at the beginning. The game was to see when and in whom I would shoot my load. Each boy would do his best to tease me, to keep me inside him. Usually, I'd get some work done on each of them at least twice before I finally had to give up and pound out a load. The boy who won would get to choose where we went to dinner and he got to have a beer all to himself before we left, sitting in my favorite chair, nude, drinking his bottle while his brothers sat around him, also nude, sharing a second one. No one complained. After all, each of them had had the chair of honor cause I "rushed" into each of them at one time or another. And, now, with Chad available, we could both move up and down the row of beautiful round young butts, having our fun. I was glad I had just restocked the beer!