Date: Mon, 11 May 2009 15:41:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Harry Rod Subject: Looking After My Best Interests - Chapter 4 Reminder -- Tommy lives in a world the fictional world of no STD, AIDS, or HIV. We do -- so play safe! **** Next class was P.E. My stomach tightened as I wondered if my dad had talked to my coach. I sat at my locker to change, and when I got down to my boxers I heard, "Matthews! Up here!" I started to reach for my pants, but he said, "Now!" So I left my locker and climbed the steps up to his office. I looked out and saw the guys smirking at me, as I was led into the coach's office. I began to sweat as he closed the door; I was worried that my dad had talked to him. "Matthews, your dad called me this morning," he said, as he walked around his desk. My stomach flip-flopped and I was filled with dread. But then I thought I shouldn't worry; after all, he kept telling me he was looking after my best interests. He started out with, "And how are you doing in your classes?" "Fine, Sir," I responded, trying not to fumble over the words. "Any of the boys giving you trouble?" he asked, leaning forward with a look of concern. "No, Sir," I said, not knowing where this was going. "Matthews, why I called you in here was because your dad called me. He said that you were having some problems with sports and also adjusting to school and all the things that go along with it." I was still confused. He looked at me, up and down, and said, "He says you don't have or won't wear a jock and fears that you have something wrong with your equipment," he said, as he pointed to my crotch. I blushed, and then more, as he said, "Stand up Matthews, and drop those boxers." He rolled his chair around the desk, using his feet to propel himself. He was now just a couple of feet from me. I stood, and closed my eyes as I realized the blinds were open in his office. I figured I was too short for someone to see below my waist as I stood. I pushed down my boxers and stood with my hands at my sides, as my father had taught me. He rolled closer, peering at my crotch I noticed. I finally opened my eyes and looked down. "Awful lot of hair there. Hard to tell anything about anything. Have you thought about shaving it off?" He looked up at me as he asked that. "No, Sir, my father has talked about it some. Says it might help me." I stopped. I didn't want to finish that 'he thought it might help me understand myself more and make me look cuter for all the men that came over.' "Yes, I might mention that to him. Might have to come over to your father's place and show him how it is done. I have had to help out the swim team often enough." I blushed a bit, and my dick swelled a bit some at the thought of him shaving me. I nearly jumped back, as he reached out to take my dick in his hand. And, as usual, it began to fill as he twisted it this way and that to look at it. "Looks like everything is good here. I don't see anything that should cause concern." I was nearly stiff when he moved down and took my balls in his fingers. He rolled them back and forth. That took me to full mast then. "Testicles look like they are fine as well. And now that you are fully aroused we can check out your penis in this state." He squeezed my dick, stroked it lightly, and this flexed the head until my piss slit expanded open, letting a pearl of precum slip out. "It looks fine; now let's see if it functions properly." He sat back a bit. I knew what he meant, but is that what he really meant? Was I using the same reactions with my coach that I did with my "uncles"? Maybe he just wanted me to pee or something else. I hesitated, but when he didn't say anything else, I took my dick in my left hand and began stroking. He sat back in his chair and watched me. I looked once at him adjusting his crotch, and then closed my eyes, as I usually do, so I can get caught up in the moment of what I am doing. "No, look at me," he said in a hoarse whisper. I looked at him and he smiled. I blushed to the tips of my ears, but kept on stroking. I knew this wasn't going to take long. It just pushed my buttons to be doing this in front of someone. Yeah, it embarrassed me, but it also turned me on. I moaned as I approached the edge, and then sighed as it rolled over me, and I began to shoot ropes and ropes of cum. All of them landed on the polished cement floor of coach's office. I squeezed out the last drops and then brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean before I even realized I was doing this in front of coach. "Well, if you like the taste of it, get down there and wipe up the rest," he said, adjusting the bulge in his tennis shorts. His piercing blue-green eyes riveted me. He gave me a mischievous grin, that showed off the dimple in his chin. I would do anything he said. I got down on my hands and knees, and began to wipe up the ropes of cum with my fingers, and then lick my fingers clean. "Might as well check out everything else while you are in here," he said, as he rubbed his hand along my butt. I felt his finger run up and down my crack. "Turn around here, so I can check this out," he said. I moved around until my butt was pointed towards him. He put a hand on each cheek and spread them apart. "A bit hairy here, as well. You could do with a shave here, too." Then he blew on my hole and I clenched it tight. I nearly banged my head on my chair when I felt his finger at my hole. "Hold still, Matthews," he said, as he placed one hand on the small of my back and used the other to push a finger into my hole; I moaned. He worked the finger around and then withdrew it. Then he sat back in his chair as he said, "Sit down, Matthews." I got up and sat in the chair opposite of him; my dick was still hard. He leaned in close to me and I got an overpowering hit of his musky smell. My eyes opened wider, as if I had been hit by some powerful stimulant. I saw the light glinting off of his short brown hair and the golden hair on his legs and arms. He wiped his finger on my thigh, leaned in a bit closer, and said, "You have had something in there," he paused, "and it looks like it has been repeatedly." He looked me in the eyes. "Is that true, Matthews?" I nodded, and then remembered what my father had told me, "Yes, Sir." I was never supposed to just nod or shake my head, but voice the actual answer. "Are you using something to stimulate yourself with," he asked in a husky whisper. "No, Sir!" I said with a firm voice. "Then what is being inserted into your, ah, rectum?" He was leaning so close, I was inhaling the smell of his breath when I breathed. "Coach," I said, and paused. I felt heat rise up my face once again. "Penises." Was that even a word? "What do you mean, penises? More than one?" He looked me right in the eyes, his eyes flicking back and forth between my left and my right eye. "Yes, Sir," I said, without hesitation. "And do you like this, Matthews?" he asked, watching my face. "Yes, Sir," I said, in the same even voice. "Who does this to you, Matthews?" "Different men, Sir," I said. Was it okay to tell him my father did it to me? I wasn't supposed to lie, but Dad had told me that I wasn't supposed to blab it about. But he was always telling men and the guys from my class about it. "Men, or boys your age?" "Both, Sir," and I looked down as I said that, and saw the tent in his tennis shorts and wondered how big his dick was. "Does your father know about this, Matthews?" I was looking back at his face; his eyebrows were arched into the center like he didn't believe my dad did know about this. "Yes, Sir," I said evenly. "And he is okay, with this?" His eyebrows were now arched in wonder. "Yes, Sir," I said, and then started to say something else, but stopped. "What were you going to say, Matthews?" "Coach, my father arranges most of the men and boys for me," I admitted, and then held my breath. He asked one more time, "And you are okay with this?" Then he added, "And you enjoy it? You find it pleasurable?" He was watching my eyes again. "Yes, Sir," I said, keeping my eyes on him. "You're 18, right, Matthews?" "Yes, Sir." He sat back then, massaging his dick through his shorts openly in front of me. He saw me looking, smiling that incredible smile of his. "Then I will have to come over and visit this weekend, as your father suggested ." He searched my eyes. "Are you alright with that, Matthews?" My father had invited him over? Oh, fuck! "Yes, Sir," then shyly added, "I would like that." "Okay, then we can also look at doing the shaving at the same time." He smiled and popped my dick down and watched it pop back up. He was more relaxed about me now. It sent chills up and down my spine to have him touch me like that. "Now, let's see if we can't find you a jock to wear." "But, Coach, I have a jock," I said, with a bit of consternation. He popped my dick again and said, "and you want to walk downstairs like that and get it?" He had the wicked smile again. "No, Sir." I thought about all the guys seeing me hard like this. He walked over to his locker and took out a jock. He tossed it to me and said, "Put this on." I caught it and realized it was damp, and then realized that it was probably damp from his sweat. My cock flexed and he chuckled. "You want to take a whiff of that?" I put it up to my nose and, as I inhaled, I looked up at him. He was looking out the window of his office. Fuck! Could the guys see me doing this? Oh, Shit! I pulled it up while I was sitting there. It didn't seem to help my situation as I felt the dampness enclose my cock. I had to stand to get all of myself into the pouch, but my dick still pushed the pouch out. He looked at me, laughed a bit, then reached over and tried to adjust the pouch a bit more. It was like I had touched an electric wire when he touched my cock. "Yeah, that's not going to do it." He went back to his locker and brought out a speedo. Here put this on over your jock. Then I'll find you some gym shorts to put on. That should help." His own bulge hadn't gone down. I pulled on the speedo and felt it hug me tightly. I still got a tingle as the thought that this fabric had snuggled his dick and balls. He reached inside the speedo and adjusted my dick to point right towards my hip. Then he had me pull on a baggy pair of gym shorts. The side vents had been ripped, so they only had a couple of inches sewn together before the two pieces separated. He tossed me a sleeveless shirt to put on, and He watched me as I pulled it over my head and let it settle down. I saw him lick his lips before he smiled again. "You come back up here after class and you can give them back to me." "So you want me to shower and then bring them back up here?" I asked, not sure if I wanted him to answer yes or no. "No, Matthews, as soon as class is over, you come up here." He smiled again, arranged his crotch, and said, "Now get out to the track for class." He patted me on the ass as I left his office. Downstairs, as I headed outside towards the track, some of the guys started riding me. "Hey, Matthews, are you Coach's pet now?" "Teacher's pet?" "Didn't bring your workout clothes?" "What a loser!" One guy snapped my ass with his fingers. "Coaches little boy," and then started laughing. "Knock it, off, guys!" came Coaches voice from behind us. Everyone picked up their speed and headed towards the track. I saw some of the guys looking at me, whispering, and then laughing. It made me wonder what they knew or had heard. Coach really put us through our paces, and he seemed to be focusing on me, pushing me harder and harder. My workouts with my dad had really brought my speed and stamina up. None the less, I was drenched with sweat by the time we finished class. Coach sent us to the showers and I jogged in and, at first headed for my locker, but then remembered, and headed up to coach's office. Coach had closed the blinds on his office window, and He closed the door after I entered. "Strip, Matthews," he said sternly. I had to look at his face to see if he was mad or not. He didn't seem to be. As I pulled the shirt off over my head, the powerful aroma of sweat hit my nose. It was a combination of mine and Coach's sweat. My cock twinged from the combined musky, manly odor. He put the shirt over the back of the chair. I pulled down the shorts, and handed them to him; then the speedo, along with the jock. My cock was nearly rock hard again. He laughed when he saw it and pushed it down hard; and then released it, so it snapped back up to my stomach. That tingle was back, as he touched me. "Put the jock over your nose," he directed. I looked at the gleam in those striking eyes, and I held the jock over my nose. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Wow, that was so pungent, strong and amazing. All those intermingled essences were overpowering. "Put the jock on your head with the pouch over your nose." As if in a trance, I followed his instructions without hesitation. I noticed that he had sat down. "Jerk off," he instructed. I grabbed my rigid dick and began pounding it. I so wanted to get off. I was pounding away on my dick, with my knees flexed, eyes closed, and lost in the pungent smell of his jock. My gasps, as I got closer and closer to the edge, only provided more of the ripe odor. I began to moan as the rush overwhelmed me. "Catch it in your hand," he whispered. Just in time, he told me, and I brought my right hand up to catch my second load that I had lost in his office. I squeezed out the last drops, as my dad had taught me. I started to raise my hand to clean it off, but then stopped, waiting for his instructions. "Good boy," he whispered. "Wipe it up with the jock." I pulled the jock off of my head and used it to wipe the cum off of my hand. I stood there coming down from the high of cumming. I noticed then that his dick was out of his shorts. It was thick, about 6 or 7 inches long, and glistening with precum. Ginger colored pubes sprang from the opening of the shorts. I started to reach for his dick, when he said, "No, not here at school." He held out his hand for the jock, and I placed it in his hand. He started jerking his cock (had he been jerking while I jerked?). He kept looking up and down my naked body as he stroked. He had little moans alternating with little smiles. It caught my attention that he was using his left hand as well. There was a gasp as he held the jock down and began spurting in it. He wiped the end of his dick with the jock and then held it out to me. "I want you to take this, and I want you to wear it every time you work out, here or at home." So he knew about my home workouts, or was he just guessing? "Don't wash it. I want you to cum in it at least once a day. Occasionally, I will call you up to my office, to inspect it and possibly add to it." He paused, and then added, "But that may not be necessary after this weekend's visit to your home." He smiled that powerful smile of his. He laughed when he saw the look on my face. "Now get downstairs, shower, get dressed, and on to your next class." I started to look for my boxers, but he said, "No, you can put the jock on and go downstairs." I blushed as I thought about the possible reactions from the guys. But there wasn't anything I could do. My dick had gone down with the fear of those possibilities. I slipped back on the now slime lined pouch, and quickly headed out of the coach's office. I hurried down, trying not to be noticed by any of the guys. I got to my locker, stripped off the jock, grabbed my towel, and headed to the shower. I saw some of the guys snickering, whispering, and looking at me as I headed to the shower. I know I blushed, but tried to hurry faster to the showers. I got under the cold spray first, just to keep me from thinking about what had just gone on. I gasped as it hit me, but stood there a couple of seconds and then added some warm water. I soaped my crotch first and then worked on the rest of my body. I kept getting whiffs of Coach's odors as I washed various parts. I thought that I was getting paranoid about what the guys were saying behind my back, but I don't know; I was certain that Fred had talked to the guys at my school, and I was wondering if what we had done was getting around. That was my constant worry, that my father's actions, and his own acts, would become common knowledge. I didn't know how I would deal with that. By the time I came out of his my daydream, I realized that I was alone in the showers. I turned off the water and reached to grab for his towel, but there was no towel. Fuck! I wiped my hair back and squeezed the water out. I called out, "Hey, guys, can I get a towel?" There was no answer. I headed over to my locker. When I got there, there were a bunch of guys sitting around on the benches around me the lockers. "Come on, guys; I need a towel." Someone quipped, "Maybe you could just blow dry!" to much laughter. I decided to ask one more time, "Guy's, good joke; now, can I have a towel?" Just laughter returned, and more banter. "Man, you are so hot, you should just sizzle the water off." I thought that was a bit lame. So I just reached into my locker and brought out my gym shirt. I used that to wipe my hair, and then my body. I guess I disappointed the guys, because some of them booed and one said, "Jackson, I told you to check his locker." They started to leave, and then someone dropped a towel beside me as they left. I wondered if someone was trying to be kind or what. Using the towel now, I finished drying and quickly dressed. I remembered to pack the jock into my backpack and headed out. I looked up to coach's office, and he was in the window and winked at me. I wondered if he had watched the whole hazing scene. I made it through the rest of the day, replaying the scenes in the coach's office. I didn't really pay any attention to any of the stuff in my classes. On the way out of my last class, someone said, "Look, Tom is going commando!" I realized my shorts had slid down and my crack was probably showing. I blushed, pulled up my pants, and kept on walking. I saw Bruce at the bus stop, and remembered that I had asked him over for the night. "Hey," I said. He must have seen something on my face. "Hey, are we still on for tonight?" he asked, with concern in his voice. "Yeah, sure," I said, and then tried to brighten up. "Yes, it's going to be great fun!" He smiled tentatively, "I told my folks we would be working on the project all weekend, so they aren't expecting me home until Sunday night." Again, something must have crossed my face, because he said, "Is that okay? Is your dad going to be okay with that?" He looked at me and said, "He called my dad and told him that you needed help, and it would be great if I spent the weekend with you guys." He smiled and added, "He really built me up to my dad, telling him what a great kid I was. Smart, polite, and I would be doing him a big favor by helping you on this project." He had a broad smile on his face. "Sure, it's fine," I said, making a nice big smile. "My dad must be eager to spend some time with you." "You really think so?" he asked eagerly. I laughed at the look on his face. "Let's go." We rode the bus home, talking about the upcoming movie releases, the latest songs, tv shows, and new pizza types. We got off the bus at my stop and walked to my house. When we got there, my dad was waiting for us. He was just wearing his baggy gym shorts. He looked so fit and handsome. He smiled at us. "Bruce, good to see you! Your father really sounds like a great guy. Glad you will be spending the weekend with us. You can help me keep Tommy from getting too horny!" he chuckled. I blushed as I looked at Bruce. He had kind of a dopey look on his face. I wondered what all my Dad had planned. And then it flashed through my mind that Coach said he was coming over tomorrow, and had mentioned the shaving. "Well, let's get this weekend started." He looked at me, "Tommy, no clothes this weekend." He smiled that smile that I loved. "Yes, Dad," I said, waiting for him to open the door. "I am waiting," he said. I blushed as I looked at Bruce, and then around the neighborhood. I sat down my backpack, pulled off my shoes and socks, then pulled off the t-shirt, and then pushed down my shorts. I picked up my clothes. "Good boy, Tommy. Now you will stay that way the rest of the weekend. Monday, you can put on some clothes to go to school." My dad smiled and ruffled my hair. I felt proud that I had again won his approval. My dad looked at Bruce and said, "You can wear or not wear clothes as you wish this weekend. Please make yourself home here, and whatever you want to do, just ask me. I know Tommy will do whatever you ask, but if there is something else you need, want, or are interested in, you just let me know." I looked at Bruce and saw him tinge up with the blush. I knew he was thinking about doing things with my dad. But it wasn't my place to mention it. Dad led us into the house. "Since we only have one bed in the house, Bruce, you have a choice. You can sleep with Tommy and I, or I can setup a bed in the gym downstairs that you can have by yourself, or you can have Tommy sleep with you." Bruce looked at me and asked, "What do you want to do?" Before I could answer, my dad said, "Bruce, you are the guest here. It only matters what you want to do. Tommy will do whatever you want to do. Right, Tommy?" "Yes, Sir," I said, smiling bravely. It was still embarrassing to be talked about this way, but he knew that, ultimately, I got off on it. Bruce looked flustered as he looked back and forth between me and my dad. "Well, that decision can wait for the moment. We can decide later. Bruce, for now, why don't you put your stuff in the den. Then Tommy can give you a tour of the house. " He smiled and ruffled Bruce's hair, which made Bruce blush again. "I thought tonight we would get some fast food and then spend the evening getting to know each other." He smiled his charming smile. "And tomorrow, we are having some friends over for a BBQ." He looked at me as he said this. I figured it was going to be some of my "uncles", but then I remembered Coach saying something about coming over. That made me remember the jock in my backpack. "Dad," I said, and then waited for him to acknowledge me. "Yes, Tommy," he said, looking me in the face. "Ah, Coach Fitzgerald gave me his jock today. He said I was to wear it whenever I worked out. And," I paused, and didn't know how Bruce would react to this, "he told me I was to jerk off into it once a day," I said, trying not to sound whimpish. "Oh, and why is that? What happened today?" my father said, folding his arms across his chest. I proceeded to relate all of the events that had happened with the coach. Bruce's eyes got wide as I told the story; my dad had his brows knit in concentration, as if he was listening carefully to every word, and I was steadily growing stiffer and stiffer. My dad waited until I was completely finished telling everything. I knew I had to tell him about the hazing in the showers and afterwards, and the commando comment. "Good; so coach enjoyed himself with you. That's good. He is coming over tomorrow. I just got a call from him about you needing to be shaved so you would have better performance at school. I agreed. So we will take care of that tomorrow afternoon when he comes over. He seemed very impressed with you and seemed eager to check out your other strengths and weaknesses." He smiled again and ruffled my hair again. "You did very well, Tommy." I was very happy I pleased him again. He took hold of my balls and squeezed them gently, at first. I knew what was coming. He rolled them around in his hand, then began to squeeze them. He looked me in the eyes and began to increase pressure. It was kind of a game of his to see how much I could take before I gasped, and it also served the purpose of making my dick go down. It was a test of wills that he always won. I would always reach the point where I couldn't take anymore. At that point, he would apply just a bit more and then release me. He would laugh, massage my balls, and tell me I was a good boy. Bruce stood and watched the tension mount in my face as my jaw clenched tighter and tighter. It seemed to go on for hours, but it was probably only a couple of minutes before I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding, and gasped. "Best way to get his dick to go down!" he told Bruce. "Use it, if you need to at any time." He ruffled my head. "He's a good boy, but sometimes his dick can be a nuisance." He fondled my dick and laughed again. "But he does enjoy sex, whenever, and however he can get it. Right Tommy?" "Yes, Sir," I said. He laughed. He then had Bruce store his backpack in the den. I put my stuff away in my dad's room. "Okay, let's go grab some dinner," my father announced. He headed towards the garage, and Bruce hesitated, looking from me to my dad. "It's okay; he's used to riding around naked. Sometimes he gets very excited!" Bruce looked at me and I tried to smile, though I felt the heat rising in my face again. I followed my dad out to the car. I knew I was to get in the passenger seat. It was where I had to sit. The back windows were more tinted than the front. Bruce climbed in the SUV behind my dad. Dad raised the garage door, backed out, and we were on our way. Along the way, he talked with Bruce about his favorite foods, music, movies, and games. At one point, we pulled alongside a trucker, who now had a perfect view into our SUV. He looked over, smiled, and then blew his air horn. I had had this happen to me before. My dad had taught me how to respond. I took my dick in my hand and waggled it at the guy. He gave me the thumbs up, and then did the same to my dad. He blew his horn one more time, before pulling away as the light turned green. I looked at Bruce; he was aghast, with his mouth open and his eyes wide. "Tommy just loves to show off," my dad said. I didn't know if that was true or not, but I knew my dad liked showing me off. I don't have any idea how many people saw me naked. I had first worried about everyone seeing me this way, but found that most people don't look into other cars as they are driving along; mostly it happened at stop signs or lights, and from kids. Tonight, there was one boy about 14 or 15, who got a good look. His mouth opened, and then he just stared. I wondered if he was going to have jerk off fantasies about it. Dad pulled into a local fast-food drive through. I always got uncomfortable in these situations. I was invariably hard and usually wanted to cover my crotch with my hands. But dad didn't want that. So I sat there with sweat beginning to trickle down from my arm pits as dad placed the order. He had asked Bruce what he wanted, but he ordered for me. The order taker's voice, from what I could tell through the crackly speaker, sounded young. I constantly worried that it was going to be someone from my school. And I never knew how my dad was going to play it when we got to the window. The person at the window always had a direct view into my lap from the order window. I kept my eyes straight ahead as we pulled up to the window. I figured if I couldn't see them, then they couldn't see me. I know that was stupid, but I tried it anyway. The guy said, "$14.50," when my dad pulled up and then said, "Whoa! What's going on here?" "Oh, that's my son, Tommy. He is being punished for playing with himself in the bathroom today." I blushed beet red, glanced at the guy, and then looked at my lap where my dick was nearly rigid. "Dudes, you've got to see this!" the guy shouted into the place. A couple of guys came over and looked through the window at me. "His dad's is making him ride around naked because he was caught jerking off in the bathroom!" He laughed along with the others. "What a fucking dork!" He looked at my dad and then said, "Sorry, Sir." My dad laughed and said, "No problem; he can be a `fucking dork' sometimes." "So how come his punishment is to ride around naked?" one of them asked. "Oh, I figure if I embarrass him by making him ride around naked, jerking off, he might learn a lesson." I knew my dad was giving his most charming smile. "You mean, he has to jerk off while he is riding around naked in the car?" another one asked. "Sure does." He then turned to me and said, "Show the guy's what you were doing in the bathroom when I caught you today." He hadn't `caught me' doing anything, but I knew this spiel. I took my dick in my hand and began stroking. "No, with your right hand, Tommy, so they can see what you are doing." I switched hands and went back to stroking. "Do you make him jizz?" the window guy asked. My dad gave a friendly chuckle. "Yeah, sometimes I make him cum on his burger before he eats it." "Dude, that is just so wrong." He looked at my dad, and quickly added, "No, I don't mean you making him doing that, but that he has to eat it. What kind of putz would jerk off on a burger and then eat it?" My dad looked in the rearview mirror and there was a car there. "Okay, after you give me the burgers, we'll pull over there and park. You can come out and watch as I make him do it. Then you will believe me." He smiled as he said it. "Oh, sure, mister, here is your order. We'll be right over." I was suffused with heat as we pulled over to a corner of the parking lot. My dad got a burger out and then handed the bag back to Bruce. I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows as if to ask if I was okay with this. I gave him a tentative smile and then took the burger that my dad handed me. He had taken off the top bun. Three guys came running up to the car then. One stood beside my dad's door and the other two on my side. "You really going to make him do it?" the one on my dad's side asked. "Sure. Tommy, open your door, so the boys can see what you are doing." I opened the car door and the two guys wedged themselves in the opening to watch. They all had to be 17 or 18. Most of them skinny with acne, but one looked like he might be a jock. I didn't have any more time to check them out because my dad told me to get started. I gripped my dick and started stroking. As embarrassed as I was, the whole thing made me so horny. Bruce told me later that the three guys couldn't take their eyes off of my pounding fist. Soon I groaned and began to shoot ropes of cum onto the burger in my other hand. After squeezing out the last drops, my dad handed me the top bun. I put it on top and then took a bite. There were choruses of "Eww," "Gross," and "Man, I can't believe that!" "Okay, fellows, that's the show. We have to eat before ours gets cold." The guys on my side of the car adjusted their crotches and began to withdraw. "Now, if you guys want me to bring him back when you get off shift, he loves giving blow jobs and taking it up the ass." After cumming, this had more impact on me. Before, it had been a turn on; but now it was just more humiliating. "Seriously?" one of them asked. "He really does that and you know about it?" "Yeah, I have to fuck him at least once a night or he starts bugging the neighbor guy to fuck him." "No, shit!" "Yeah, he is just a born sex hound. I keep hoping these little punishments will change him, but they don't seem to." My dad reached over and ruffled my hair. "But he is a good boy. For the most part he minds pretty well." My dad laughed and said, "But you should have seen the look on the clerk's face in the men's department the other day, when Tommy asked him if he wanted a blow job." The guy's laughed at this. "Fucking cum dump," one of them said. "Yes, he just loves it and can't get enough of it. He tells everyone he is on a liquid protein diet." The guys laughed. "Okay, guys, we need to get going. But do you want me to bring him back tonight after you close up?" I saw them looking nervously at each other. It was one thing to watch this happening, but to actually participate was another. These guys were not bold enough to do that. "Oh, no, but thanks, man, for offering." "Okay, you're sure?" He ruffled my hair again. "He has a really tight hole." I reddened, and they nervously laughed. They went back inside then as Dad pulled out of the parking lot. He had Bruce distribute the food to everyone. I got some fries and a soda to go with my burger, but they were kiddy sized. I knew my dad had ordered the kid's meal for me. He always got a kick out it. "So, Bruce, what did you think of Tommy's little performance?" My dad was looking at him in the rearview mirror. "Ah, it was, ah, hot, sir," he said. I knew he was flustered and didn't know how to answer. "Do you want to strip and move up to the front seat?" my dad asked, with that charming smile of his. "Ah, no, Sir. This is just fine." My dad laughed and said, "You just let me know what you want to do." Dad turned on the radio and we listened to music as we drove around finishing our dinner. It was getting dark and we were getting out into more and more of a rural area. We had been out in this part of the country once or twice to visit one of the uncles. When we were all finished, dad pulled over to the side of the road, stopped, and turned off the engine. "I need to take a piss. Anyone else have to?" he asked. "Uh, yeah, I do," Bruce said. So dad had us all get out of the SUV and move around the right front corner of it. The headlights were on. It was like standing in the spotlight. "Kneel down here, Tommy," dad directed. I knelt in front of him, knowing what was coming. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and pointed it at me. "Come on, Bruce, time to drain the lizard." He looked at Bruce, and after seeing the look on his face said, "It's okay. He's loves this shit." Then he laughed at what he had said. "Well, no, shit he doesn't like. But piss he can drink all day long. And he loves to be covered in it. Watch how hard he gets." My dad started pissing then. He started at my hair, across my face, into my open mouth, and then proceeded to cover my body. And true to his statement, my dick rose up hard and tall. He looked at Bruce and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?" Bruce pulled out his dick and pointed it at me. He had to close his eyes and concentrate before he could get a stream going. His dick was firming up as he began to pee. He seemed to concentrate on my hair and mouth. His piss was not as acrid as my dad's. He was right; I had done this plenty of times. Not that I always liked it, but I had certainly done it enough. He finished up and my dad told me, "Now, Tommy, just lay back on your back here and take care of your own bladder." I followed instructions and lay down in the road. It took a moment because I was so hard, but the flow started and sprayed up to my face. I caught some and tasted it. The remainder flowed over my body, and the pressure lessened. When I finished, I saw that my dad's dick was now hard and poking out of his jeans. Bruce was just as hard, but not as big. "Now get up here, Tommy, and lean over the hood here. Bruce and I want some after dinner action." He pulled a tube of lube from his pocket and applied it to his dick. I had moved up and was leaning over the hood. He spread my cheeks, and then, in one thrust, impaled me on his dick. It felt so incredible! And with my dick pressing against the warm hood, it was really cranking up the lust meter in my head. I vaguely remember wondering what Bruce was thinking as my dad plowed my ass with deep powerful thrusts. I was grunting and groaning, both from the stimulation in my ass and the way my dick was being rubbed against the fender. He grabbed my shoulders and began to pound me even harder. I knew that he had been keyed up by all the previous things, and this would not take long. I dutifully tightened my ass around his big cock, as he had taught me, and he sighed. I groaned as the pleasure increased. I heard the low moan begin to build in his throat and knew that he was very close. Finally, he pushed deep inside me and began to blast warm spasms of cum. He flexed his dick in my ass and then slowly pulled out. I hated that vacant feeling after being fucked; I wanted something in there. I was still in a daze; I had not cum yet. So I don't know what went on in the couple of seconds when my dad finished and I felt another dick enter me. This one was smaller, so it had to be Bruce. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, "This is fucking awesome!" I laughed and said, "You just wish it was my father." I let him try to figure out if I meant him fucking my father or my father fucking him. " This time I was so close, that it was not going to take much to push me over the edge. I felt the wave of pleasure hit just as I felt Bruce push deep in me and yell, "Fuck!" and began shooting into my ass. I coated the finder while he filled my ass. About that time a car drove by, honked its horn, and someone yelled, "Pound that ass!" When Bruce pulled out, my dad had a can of water ready. I stood beside the road and he poured water over me. It was cold, but it got most of the piss off of me. I swallowed some of it after I gasped at the cold. And it tasted great. When he had finished, he tossed me a towel and said, "Good boy, Tommy. You really do get off on this." He ruffled my wet hair and said, "And don't worry, I'll keep looking after your best interests." 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