Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 15:17:36 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Mr. Thompson 3/3

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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
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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



Mr. Thompson Takes a Ride

by Jon Hold

Copyright 2005 by Jon Hold

<jonhold@earthlink.net>




Paul fucked Bobby again once his father had finished his rather lengthy
ride. He and Bobby got to giggling and playing around as Paul made jokes
about Bobby getting his brains fucked out. Both boys were interested in
experimenting, especially after the show Paul's Dad had just put on. Used
to sharing and being friends, Paul and Bobby discovered that having sex
together was the greatest thing ever. They stayed coupled even after Paul
came inside his buddy again, whispering and telling secrets like they had
since they were little boys taking naps together. Paul told all about how
he and his Dad started having sex together and Bobby kept looking at
Mr. Thompson's big ass over Paul's shoulder.

"You want to fuck him?" Paul asked.

"Yeah!" Bobby said, all too eagerly.

"Come on. Dad's a great fuck, and I know he'll love that big cock of
yours. I know I'm gonna once I learn how to take all that meat." Paul
rolled away and slapped his Dad on the ass. "Come on, Old Man! You've got
some men here that want to fuck that big ass of yours."

Mr. Thompson cracked one eye open. "Men?"

Ten minutes of wrestling and straining later the boys managed to get
Mr. Thompson into the same position that Bobby had started in on the bed,
only he was butt up with his buttplug laying on the bed with Paul sitting
on his head and holding his asscheeks spread open. Bobby had his face
buried in the man's sweaty crack --- rimming was becoming one of his
favorite things --- and Mr. Thompson was begging the boy to use his big
cock instead of his tongue.

Bobby reared up and, for the first time in his life, lined up his lavish
endowment with the entrance to another persons body. His heart pounded and
he was afraid that he was going to pass out as his cockhead felt the heat
inside Mr. Thompson's body. Sweat poured off his forehead, blinding him and
the rank odor of his body signaled a male beyond his ability to
self-control. The man beneath him groaned louder and louder as more and
more of Bobby's eleven inches was forced up his ass. Too light in the ass
for the cock he was using, Bobby's knees were off the mattress as he
bounced his entire body weight to force his cock into Mr. Thompson's tight
gripping ass.

The jouncing pressure pushed the base of his cock against his own asshole;
Heat surrounded more and more of his stalwart rod; His balls felt the
approach of Mr. Thompson's hot ass; Paul was urging him on to really throw
a good fuck into his father. Bobby's vision blurred and the roar of his
surging blood filled his ears. Bobby put his toes down and started fucking
the asshole under him. Strong muscles stood out in clear relief as the
athletic young man focused every bit of his energy into fucking is cock in
and out of the hot sheath. Bobby cried out as he felt, for the first time,
his tiny little patch of crotch hair grind against another persons
hole. Wild with the sensations ripping through his body, Bobby fucked
Paul's Dad until they were both slobbering and screaming for release. Bobby
passed out still fucking and cumming into Mr. Thompson's well used
ass. Paul covered them up and then cuddled up to his father and fell into
the same deep sleep.

The sun was well up when Mr. Thompson woke the boys up and got them into
the shower. A bunch of happy play and three blow jobs later they stripped
the bed-sheets that were stained with cum, sweat and tears. The boys remade
the bed while Mr. Thompson started the washer. They met in the kitchen for
breakfast. Mr. Thompson finally had to swat both boys bottoms to get them
to leave him alone long enough to cook. All through breakfast Paul kept
staring through the glass top of the kitchen table at the way Bobby's crank
hung over the edge of the chair he was sitting in. Bobby ogled right back
at Paul and Mr. Thompson and both boys made really bad jokes about having
sausage for breakfast and not biting the wrong sausage or hot
dog. Mr. Thompson just quietly ate and enjoyed the boy's energy and high
spirits.

After breakfast the boys cleared and did the dishes while Mr. Thompson hung
the sheets outside to sun dry.

"You boys get dressed now. We have to pick Bobby's dad up at the airport."

Both boys groaned. They'd both been playing with each other and had
something on their minds besides going to the airport. Mr. Thompson
insisted however and both boys ran up the stairs, each with a red
hand-print on the shiny white part of their butts.

Bobby was glad to see his Dad and ran and jumped into his arms. Surprised,
his Dad hugged his son and laughed at both boys high spirits. They all got
into Mr. Thompson's motorhome, the only thing he had to drive since his
wife had taken the car and his pickup was in the shop. They'd driven for
quite a while before it dawned on the boys that they weren't headed
home. Mr. Thompson just said that since the women were having a weekend
off, there wasn't any reason the men shouldn't have a good time also. They
stopped for Dinner at a nice restaurant and picked up some groceries from
the store next door. It was well after dark by the time Mr. Thompson pulled
off the gravel road and said that they'd just park there for the night. The
bathroom door just stayed open while the four showered and got ready for
bed. Mr. Thompson said that there was no reason to make up any of the other
beds, that all four of them could fit in the big bed in back. Bobby wasn't
so sure, but went along with the program.

Bobby pulled on his Jockey shorts, but his Dad, Mr. Thompson and Paul all
climbed into bed naked. Paul and Bobby were in the middle with Bobby's Dad
on his side of the bed. Mr. Thompson walked around the far side and sat
down next to Paul. Very casually, he got a big tube of KY jelly out of the
bedside drawer and greased up his cock. Half turning, he rolled Paul over
on his belly and greased up his ass. Bobby watched in horror. He could feel
the heat from his father's body on his back. He couldn't believe that
Mr. Thompson was doing what it looked like he was doing right in front of
his father.

Mr. Thompson climbed up on top of his son and Paul lifted his butt, tilting
it so that his father could get to him easier. "Hope you don't mind the
close quarters, Kurt. I just gotta crack a nut or I'm not going to be able
to sleep tonight." With a happy groan from Paul, Mr. Thompson sunk all the
way home in one gentle thrust.

Bobby was aghast. He was dumbfounded. Appalled. How could Mr. Thompson do
this in front of his father. How could Paul let him? He could feel the heat
from his father increasing as the man got madder and madder.

"Well..." Bobby's dad cleared his throat. "I assume from your casualness
that you've already taken my son's cherry."

Bobby cringed as Mr. Thompson blithely fucked his son and replied at the
same time. "You took my cherry, so I thought it only fitting that my son
took Bobby's cherry. They loved it. And so did I. Your son has a great ass
and fucks butt like a little maniac. He's for sure a better fuck than you
are, you tired old man!"

Bobby cringed again, feeling sick in his gut as his father's rough voice
came at him; "You let those two fuck you?" With one hand the powerfully
built man rolled Bobby onto his back so he could look directly into his
face.

Bobby had never lied to his father, and didn't even know how too even
try. "Yes, Sir." came out in a flood of tears. Terrified of his macho
fathers reaction, he bunched up his muscles waiting for the worst.

"Did you fuck them too?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good Boy!" his Dad said, pulling Bobby close and giving him a big hug.

'WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!' Bobby thought. 'TOOK MY CHERRY?' 'BETTER FUCK?'
'TIRED OLD MAN!' 'WHAT THE HELL!!!' Bobby put two and seventeen together
and whacked his father in his thickly muscled chest. His Dad and
Mr. Thompson had fucked each other! Were still fucking each other! The
sons-a-bitches were teasing him and he had fallen for it like a ton of
dumbbells! Furious, he punched his laughing father right in the guts.

With a loud "Wooff" Bobby's Dad busted out in laughter. Furious at being
had so easily, Bobby jumped him and, like they hadn't done since Bobby was
six or seven years old, the two wrestled. Bobby was going all out to pin
his father and his Dad was struggling to control his laughter and fight
back. Bobby had gotten immensely stronger than he had been and Kurt
wondered just when he'd lost track of his son.

Bobby got his Dad pushed over on his back and jumped up astraddle his
chest, holding him down. "Pax!" he demanded. The father and son's old rules
of combat were that whoever got on top could demand "Peace" from the
other. Bobby used to win quite regularly, and had no intention of loosing
now. Kurt Heinlein showed his son what could have happened at any time in
the past. One powerful arm snaked up around the boy's waist and pulled him
down on his fathers hairy chest. Bobby instinctively fought back and Kurt
just started tickling him. Just like when he was little, Bobby couldn't
resist being tickled. It had been years since his father had wrestled and
tickled and played with his son. Bobby suddenly realized just how much he'd
missed the close relationship he'd had with his father. Forgetting his
ticklishness, Bobby wrapped his arms around his father's neck and kissed
him. Right on the lips!

Ten minutes later Kurt Heinlein was surprised to find that he'd promised
his son not to work so much and to spend more time with him. What was even
more surprising was that he realized that he had every intention of keeping
his promise. He suddenly knew that there was nothing his job could offer
him that could replace the years he'd already lost with his son. He had no
intentions of missing any more. Somehow, laying underneath his son, hugging
and kissing with one hand inside the back of his undershorts, feeling his
tight buns and tight little hole, was better than any number of promotions
or stock options. A sudden panicky feeling of loss filled Mr. Heinlein with
dread. His arms crushed the wind out of his son and he kissed the boy as
hard, as passionately, as deeply as possible.

Suddenly embarrassed with themselves, Father and Son were at a loss as to
their next step. Bobby's Dad looked over at Mr. Thompson. "You think this
boy of mine can take a man-sized cock up his butt?"

"Well, he took mine."

"That wimpy little thing?"

"It's torn YOUR ass up!"

The boys started laughing at what was obviously a very old battle. Bobby
rolled off his Dad and his Dad helped him skinny out of his underpants. The
older man reached between his son's legs and gave his balls a good feel
before taking hold of his cock. Giving his son's mantool a few strokes to
bring it to full hardness, Mr. Heinlein looked his son's equipment over
really good. "Man! That's a real chunk of cock you got there, Son! You make
me proud!"

Chest swelling with pride, Bobby thrust his loins forward into his Dad's
hand. "You really like it, Dad? You think it's okay?"

"Hell yeah, I like it! You're a real chip off the old block!" Bobby's Dad
said with pride.

"More like a sliver off the old tree trunk!" Mr. Thompson chortled.

"Humph!" Mr. Heinlein snorted back.

"Can I see yours, Dad?" Bobby eagerly asked.

"Any time you want, Son! Just ask and it's yours to view for you
edification and delectation unto your hearts delight!"

Laughing, Bobby flipped the covers off his father's midsection. "WOW!"
Without even asking, Bobby took hold of the veritable treetrunk and held
it's heavy weight upright so he could see it better. A half-inch, maybe an
inch longer than his own eleven inches, the thing throbbed in his
hand. While his own dick was as thick as his wrist, his father's was even
thicker. Much thicker. Even as he watched the thing throbbed and swelled
even larger, the blunt nose pushing through the vein-traced translucent
foreskin to ooze out a stream of crystal-clear precum that slid down the
shaft and collected in a ring were Bobby's fist went partway around his
father's cockshaft. Again without asking, Bobby bent forward and licked the
shining juice right out of his father's piss slit.

"Ummmmmm! Yum!"

"You like that?" Bobby's Dad laughed.

"Oh, Yeah!"

"Here. Try the whole thing!"

Bobby watched his Dad carefully pull back his foreskin. He could see flecks
of white cockcheese spotted around the wide-flared rim. The smell of a male
in heat wafted up to his sensitive nose. Licking his lips he opened wide
and took in the entire cockhead. Bobby's Dad whined in pleasure as the
boy's agile tongue flicked bits of cockcheese off the supersensitive
corona.

Kurt Heinlein could handle less than a minute of his son's hot cocksucking
before he rolled the boy over on his back and deepthroated him in one
wonderfully gagging swallow. Father and son slobbered on each others dicks
like starving men. Only minutes later Kurt suddenly pulled loose from
Bobby. "I just can't take any more, Son. Do you think you can take me? I'd
love to fuck that tight butt of yours!"

Kurt hadn't even finished begging for his son's ass when his son got
himself flat on his back with his knees up by his ears and his buttcheeks
spread wide open. "I want you inside me, Dad. Do it now before I chicken
out!"

Ed Thompson and Paul uncoupled and, with the big tube of KY, moved over to
the other father and son team. Kurt got in position over Bobby and started
passionately kissing him. Paul and Ed started preparing the loving couple
for what was bound to be an arduous journey. It took forty-five minutes for
all four working together to get Kurt firmly seated up inside his son. The
blond-haired man was trembling and sweating up a storm, but he was inside
his son and experiencing more bliss than ever before in his life. Bobby was
in a constant state of euphoria, rolling his head back and forth and
begging his father to fuck him good. Ed couldn't take any more and had his
cock up Paul's ass before the boy's back even hit the mattress. The
fathers, who had been lovers since they were even younger than their sons
were now, kissed deeply as they began to fuck their son's. Paul's eyes
glittered and he pulled Bobby's head over and kissed him deeply before
asking if it was all right for Bobby's Dad to fuck him too.

"Hell, yeah, Buddy! You can take my Dad's cock while I'm fucking your Dad!"

Holding hands, laughing in glee, both boys went back to giving their
fathers what they were working so hard for. The motorhome didn't stop
rocking all night.

The next morning a groggy Ed Thompson led his weakened cohorts out of the
motorhome. They were parked right in front of the Thompson's summer
cabin. A six bedroom log cabin with two huge bathrooms. Bobby and Paul
grinned at each other, knowing they were going to have a wonderful and very
naked weekend.

The End