Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 15:45:20 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Mr. Thompson 2/3

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All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of
fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and
conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of the legal
age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession
forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really
like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I
have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd
like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd
really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what
it is you like to read. Thanks.

I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. This
is a hyphen -. This is an en-dash --. This is an em-dash ---. Other
high-ascii characters that PC's can't understand have been stripped.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse
for being kinky.

Enjoy!

Jon


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Mr. Thompson's After School Delight

by Jon Hold

<jonhold@earthlink.net>



Bobby woke up late Friday morning and had to run all the way to
school. Being there was a waste of time. He had no idea what the teachers
were talking about. He had other lessons on his mind. The restroom in the
park was totally forgotten as he raced home. He threw his schoolbooks on
his bed and quickly changed into fresh tennis shorts and a t-shirt that had
been tight on him last year. His dick was so sensitive that he was afraid
to even go take a pee before he headed for the kitchen to find his
mom. Rehearsing the various excuses he'd thought up to come home late for
dinner, he finally found Mom upstairs in his parents room getting
dressed. She started in before he could blurt out one of his excuses.

"Honey. Daddy isn't going to be back until tomorrow and Mrs. Thompson and I
are going to spend the weekend in the city. Mr. Thompson said that he'd
keep an eye on you and feed you dinner. You don't mind, do you, Darling?"

Rather than jumping up in the air and yelling with he sudden surge of joy
he felt, Bobby managed to keep his cool, just barely, and tried to act the
bored teenager. "OK, Mom. Whatever. Is it OK if I go out and play now?"

"How about your homework?"

"I did it at school, Mom."

"OK. Have a good time, Sweetheart."

Mom kissed him good-bye and he ran off across the street to the empty lot
and hid behind a tree until he saw her and Mrs. Thompson get in the
Thompson's car and leave. As soon as they were out of sight Bobby ran
across the street, trying ineffectively to hide his raging erection and
nearly tripping and falling at the curb in the process. Mr. Thompson was
waiting for him with the door open. Antsy as a wildcat at a dog show, Bobby
skittered down the hallway to Mr. Thompson's den guided by the older man's
hand in the small of his back. Bobby turned and Mr. Thompson grinned at
him.

"You seem to be ready for your next lesson. Do you get this excited at
school?"

"Yes, Sir! I... I mean... No, Sir! I... Uh..." I blushed bright red, not
knowing what the hell to say.

Mr. Thompson laughed and scrubbed the eager boy's head with his big
hand. "Why don't you get out of those clothes before you break that big
dick of yours off!"

Bobby kicked off his tennis shoes and stepped on the toes of his socks to
pull them off while struggling to pull the skintight t-shirt off over his
sweaty torso. The t-shirt tore and Bobby just threw it on top of his
sneakers. His overeager hardon slung a streamer of clear goo through the
air as it swung up to slap against his tight belly when the waistband of
his already stained tennis shorts got below his knees. Bobby stood there
totally naked and jittering, eager and ready to go.

Mr. Thompson sat down and patted the couch next to him. "Sit down,
Bobby. We need to talk a little."

Bobby groaned in disappointment, a whole days buildup of cum juice making
him unbearably horny and very nearly out of control. This was longest he'd
been without cumming since puberty and he was about to explode. Stiff
legged, he tried to walk over and do as he had been told. Just as he got in
front of Mr. Thompson the sensation of the cool air against his swinging
cock as it wagged back and forth from his walking set him off. Mr. Thompson
saw the look on his face and the swelling of his drooling cock. Quickly
reaching up, he grabbed the boy's balls and pulled down on them, keeping
the boy from going over the edge into his imminent orgasm.

Bobby groaned from deep in his belly were his confused responses were
making his guts churn. Mr. Thompson helped Bobby sit down, still holding
onto the kid's balls, squeezing and pulling them as necessary to keep the
shaking, sweating, trembling boy from cumming. Bobby looked like he as
about to cry.

Very calmly, casually, as if sitting on the leather couch with a teenaged
boy's balls in his hand were an everyday experience, Mr. Thompson explained
how important it was that Bobby not talk about their having sex with anyone
else. He also discussed the need to be more circumspect when walking around
with a boner the size of Bobby's. He also suggested that putting on sex
shows in a public restroom was probably not the best idea in the world,
unless he really wanted to end up in juvenile hall. Bobby blushed bright
red when he realized that Mr. Thompson knew about his cock teasing beat-off
sessions in the park.

Bobby shifted his hips forward, sitting on the edge of the couch as
Mr. Thompson continued to talk while pulling his balls back and teasing his
quivering pucker with a thick finger. Bobby was hanging onto Mr. Thompson's
hard muscled arm for dear life and Ed Thompson was taking great delight in
teasing the boy beyond any possible control. He got his forefinger lined up
with the boy's puckerhole. Bobby felt the pressure and cried out in need,
pushing back against the broad fingertip with the same feeling as if he
were taking a poop. Mr. Thompson felt the pucker invert and quickly,
smoothly drove his finger up inside the boy's slick hole. Bobby went beyond
any possible means of control. His asscheeks clenched together and his
balls pulled Mr. Thompson's hand up solid against his groin. Ed Thompson
just barely managed to get his mouth over the end of the boy's rampant cock
in time to receive the first of the boy's maiden offering. Sucking as much
of the cock into his mouth as he could and still receive the generous
helpings of sweet boy juice on his tongue, Mr. Thompson quickly worked a
second finger into the teenagers spasming, clenching hole and started
heartily frigging the boy. Bobby was bent over the top of Mr. Thompson's
head, grabbing at the hard, mature body frantically as he tried to fuck the
man's mouth and squat down on the wonderful fingers invading his ass at the
same time. Howling and begging, frantically hunching and pulling at the
man's powerfully mature body, Bobby's entire body was wildly involved in
releasing the most pent up cum he'd ever experienced. He was cumming so
hard it hurt. Hurt so wonderfully good that he was praying almost
incoherently for it to stop hurting and to never stop hurting so
stupendously at the same time.

Mr. Thompson finally let the exhausted, limp, slobbering cock fall from his
mouth. As he sat back up he guided the boy belly-down across his lap. He
held Bobby there, rubbing his back, stroking his ass and talking quietly to
soothe the boy until Bobby quieted and was hunching against his leg and the
smooth leather of the couch only intermittently. Reaching over to the end
table, Mr. Thompson gathered in the supplies he'd laid out
earlier. Anointing Bobby's pucker with plenty of KY, Mr. Thompson
carefully, expertly worked on the boy's hole until Bobby had his butt
cocked up into the air and was quietly begging Mr. Thompson to finger-fuck
him even better.  Mr. Thompson paused and then Bobby felt something cold
spreading his hole wider and wider. He looked over his shoulder and saw
Mr. Thompson pushing something pink into his hole.

"What's that, Mr. Thompson?" he asked.

Twisting it a little and bouncing it in the boy's hole, Mr. Thompson
answered, "It's a butt plug, Bobby. When I get it all the way inside you
your ass ring will clamp around the narrow part here at the end. That'll
keep it from coming out or going in any deeper."

"Why are you putting it inside me, Mr. Thompson?" "We'll leave it in you
for a while and it'll help open you up so I can fuck you."

Tears forming in Bobby's eyes, he fearfully asked, "Are you going to fuck
me in the ass, Mr. Thompson?"

"Sure! And I hope you'll fuck me in the ass with that huge honker of
yours. Getting fucked in the ass feels sensational once you're used to it!
Yours gets so big and is so hard! I hope you want to fuck me with it all
the time."

"Gosh!" Bobby exclaimed in amazement, lifting his butt as Mr. Thompson
pushed the thickest part of the butt plug inside of him. He wiggled his
butt and decided that he liked the feeling of fullness inside him as his
butthole clamped down around the neck of the butt plug. "Are you going to
use a butt plug too, Mr. Thompson?"

"Well, I don't really need to, Bobby. My butt hole has already been opened
up. But I'd like to wear one if you'll put it in for me."

"Oh Wow!" Bobby exclaimed, his boner surging back to full hardness.

Mr. Thompson helped Bobby up onto his feet. Bobby shifted his feet and
moved his butt around, his fully resurgent sex wand wagging provocatively
from under his small, reddish-brown patch of pubic hair. He giggled.

"Feels good, doesn't it!" Mr. Thompson said, getting up and walking over to
a cabinet across the room. He reached inside and then turned around and
showed Bobby a much larger version of what was already up his ass.

"Oh, Wow!" Bobby said again, is eyes going wide with excitement.

"Sit down on the couch, Bobby." Mr. Thompson said. "I want you to get me
ready to be fucked by that big throbbing cock of yours!"

Bobby moaned and trembled all over with lust. He quickly sat down in the
middle of the couch and wiggled his ass down to put as much pressure on his
butt plug as possible. Mr. Thompson, already shirtless, handed Bobby the
thick, heavy buttplug and pushed down his casual jeans and pure white
Jockey shorts at the same time, kicking them off with his shoes at the same
time. He wasn't wearing socks and stood there in all his mature glory in
front of the almost drooling boy. Bobby sat there staring at the thick nine
inches that had fucked his best friend into being. A strand of sparkling
drool seeped from the widely flared bluntness of the well built man's meaty
pussybuster. Bobby couldn't resist. Without even asking for permission he
reached up and stroked the magnificent cock. Mr. Thompson groaned in
pleasure and jutted his hips out towards Bobby, signaling his
approval. Bobby was fixated on the sparkling piss slit and leaned forward
to put the first cock ever into his mouth. Mr. Thompson moaned in pleasure
and rubbed Bobby's head, but soon pulled his cock out of Bobby's eagerly
sucking mouth with a loud 'Pop'. "Sit back!" he directed, and laid down on
the couch with his middle over Bobby's legs.

Bobby immediately began feeling up Mr. Thompson's ass. His wonderful, man
smelling, hard muscled, lightly furred ass. Cock throbbing against
Mr. Thompson's corded six-pack belly, hands clutching and wantonly grabbing
handfuls of sumptuous male flesh, Bobby was nearly out of control with
lust. Mr. Thompson dropped his knee off the couch to the floor, opening his
crack to Bobby's lust-driven hands. Bobby bent over and would have buried
his face in the fragrant crack if he could have reached it. Instead, his
hands went crazy pushing and probing and feeling and testing. Remembering
the KY jelly, Bobby quickly discovered how easy it was to get first one and
then two, three and even four fingers into the well practiced ass. He had
his whole hand in the hot ass, thumb pressed right up the crack when
Mr. Thompson got impatient himself. "Get that plug up my ass. I've got more
stuff to show you and you can fist fuck me later."

Bobby almost came hearing that, but managed to grab the big buttplug and
grease it up good. Using the same techniques he'd felt Mr. Thompson using
on him, Bobby quickly had the plug seated firmly up Mr. Thompson's big
hairy ass. Standing up, Bobby and Mr. Thompson tested each others butt
plugs, making sure they were seated firmly. Once they were satisfied
Mr. Thompson took Bobby's still slick hand and said, "Come on upstairs you
nasty little boy. I'm going to teach you what you need to know." Bobby
eagerly followed his best friend's father upstairs.

Once in Mr. Thompson's bedroom Bobby was ordered to put his hands on his
head and stand with his nose in the corner. "You've been a nasty little boy
and you can stand in this corner until you have better manners!"
Mr. Thompson ordered in a no-nonsense voice. Confused, Bobby did as he was
told even though he really didn't understand what was going on. For one
thing, both walls were mirrored and he could see everything in the room
even standing in the corner. 'HOLY SHIT!' Paul was laying naked in his
fathers bed! His bone standing straight up in the air.

Mr. Thompson walked directly over to his son and stuck his big cock right
in his face. Paul was leaning up on his elbow and didn't even hesitate. Two
gulps and he'd swallowed his father's fat nine inches all the way down to
the pubes. Bobby was coating the mirrors with pre-cum and doing his
damnedest to not cum all over the wall. His best friend was deep-throating
his fathers cock as easy as if he did it every day. Mr. Thompson was
fucking Paul's face hard and Paul was obviously loving it. Grabbing his
Dad's ass and face-fucking his Dad's cock as hard as he could.

Mr. Thompson put the heel of his hand against his son's forehead and pushed
Paul off his spit-shining cock. Grabbing Paul's leg he spun the boy around
on his back, catching the other leg and holding them both up so that Paul
was helpless before Mr. Thompson's dominant loins. "Get over here and get
this asshole wet so I can fuck your best friend you nasty little boy!"

Bobby was on his knees between the father and son before Mr. Thompson even
finished his order. A big hand reached down and slapped Bobby on the
ass. Hard! "I didn't tell you to put your hands down. Get them back on your
head!" Bobby immediately put his hands back on his head and buried his face
in his buddies ass crack, eating the hole like it was the last meal he was
ever going to have. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't
believe that he had his mouth on Pete's asshole. He couldn't believe how
great he felt and how wonderful his buddy's ass tasted. He turned to face
the approaching cock and opened his mouth to renew the spit covering the
shaft. Mr. Thompson grabbed Bobby's head and fucked all the way down his
throat. Gagging and choking, tears pouring out of his eyes, Bobby did his
best to suck on the fat intruder. Mr. Thompson really didn't care if Bobby
sucked or not though. He was just after the boy's slick deep-throat mucus,
which he got. He pulled out and Bobby watched through blurred eyes as
Mr. Thompson sunk balls deep into his son's ass with one thrust. Bobby had
never seen or even thought of anything so hot in his life. Hands still on
his head, Bobby dove right in and started licking the fucking shaft and
wide-spread asshole, sucking on the swinging balls and mouthing all over
the devils playground. When Bobby slipped between Mr. Thompson's legs and
glued his mouth to the man's asshole, sucking and poking his tongue in
around the edges of the buttplug, Mr. Thompson lost it and started fucking
his son wildly, cumming in huge gasping heaves within seconds.

Pausing only to spasm the last of his cum into his son's asshole,
Mr. Thompson reached behind him, grabbed Bobby by the back of his neck and
drug the unresisting boy up on the bed, positioning him on his knees, butt
up with his chest on the bed. Slapping the boy's ass, he ordered, "Push
down like you were gonna take a shit!"

Bobby did as he was told and Mr. Thompson smoothly extracted the almost
forgotten buttplug from his ass. Father lifted son behind his best friend,
bent over and sucked his son's cock slick and then positioned it at the
still gapping entry in the raised behind. "Fuck your buddy, Son. Take his
cherry and give him a fuck he'll never forget."

Trembling with need, his fathers cum leaking out of his ass and running
down his legs, Paul grabbed Bobby's narrow waist and just barely managed to
restrain himself as he looked down at the beautiful body of the boy he
loved so much. "Bobby? Please. Is it okay if I fuck you?"

Bobby groaned and wiggled his ass. "Please, Paul. Please take my cherry,
Buddy. I want you to fuck me and be my first."

Sobs of need wracking his body, Paul did his best to be careful as he
plugged his seven inches into the boy he loved. Bobby was open, eager and
unwilling to wait. Pushing up with his elbows, hands still on his head, he
pushed backwards and swallowed his buddy to the root. Paul gasped and fell
down across his best friends back. Eyes clouded with tears, a half-smile on
his face, Mr. Thompson watched as the two boys consummated their
relationship. Born within days of each other, they had been raised like
brothers. Being nursed together by whichever mother happened to be
available when they were hungry. Playing and getting into trouble
together. Studying and learning life's lessons together. And now they were
learning to share their ultimate selves. Being young, their union didn't
last long. Paul unable to control himself, blasting Bobby's guts with his
hot teen seed within minutes. Bobby spraying the bed the instant he felt
his best buddy spraying him.

Mr. Thompson helped his quivering, gasping son down to the bed. Moving up
behind Bobby he laid on the boys hot back. "Did you like that, Bobby?" he
whispered into the boys ear.

"Oh, Yes! It was wonderful!" Bobby said dreamily.

"This is how a man fucks." Ed Thompson said, nibbling on Bobby's ear as he
slid nine inches of bloated man cock through the slick slime his son had
deposited only seconds before. "This is how a man fucks a boy he loves." Ed
Thompson whispered into Bobby's ear as he took the boy on the ride of his
life.


end of 2/3