Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2016 12:43:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Barry Edmund Subject: Mike's New Life-Prologue Mike's New Life Prologue If you enjoy this site, you are encouraged to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so that it can continue to operate. You can buy a gift card and use it to donate to Nifty anonymously or you can use your credit card on line and you will see the transaction on your next monthly credit card billing. Anyways, this is a great site which serves the needs of our select population. Thank you. I'm thanking G. Venereal. George for kindly editing my stories. He has as usual applied some 'gentle editing' to this story. With inserts agreed upon by the writer of "My Son in The Bar." Copy Written by Author Edmund Davies (AKA) Teddy Bare If you want to use any of my stories to help your own stories, contact me first please. This will be a spin off of "My Life As A Male Slut" Which was inspired from "My Son in The Bar." Mike's New Life Prologue I thought back to how my life had changed. It could have been the night Ron burst in the apartment and my son, Shaun's room. I remember being shocked at first that turned to curiosity then lust. I stopped beating at the door putting my ear to the door hearing Shaun's bed creaking. At the same time I heard Ron shouting verbal abuse at Shaun. I could only imagine what was going on. Instead of feeling sorry for Shaun, a thought ran through my head of jealousy. Was I really jealous of Shaun getting his ass fucked by my work buddies, as well as work out buddies Frank Little, Greg Little and Matt Little. I had to be crazy. I got tired of listening through the door. I had been up bright and early this morning and found myself going to the couch and laying down. The next thing I heard was Shaun sneaking out of his room. I stopped him. "What's, what's, what's going on?" I was yawning and stretching. "What was that about last night. Are you alright?" I stretched again. "Nothing, I'm just going to put a load of wash in the washing machine before I go to work out. Make sure you put them in the dryer after they dry dad." I knew Shaun was trying to avoid me not wanting to tell me what went on in his room most of the night. He walked in the laundry room in a fresh pair of worn out a size too small jeans and T-shirt, with the laundry basket. I heard the washing machine and decided to walk in the laundry room. "Hold on there son." I said. "What did I hear Frank Little and his brothers, Matt and Greg doing to you early this morning?" I asked. "It was nothing, I have to get dressed and go to the gym to work out. I promised to meet some one after my work out dad." Shaun answered trying to push past me. "Not so fast Shaun what makes you think Frank Little and his two brothers Matt and Greg can burst in here in the wee hours of the morning. He pushed into your room and did heavens knows what. Now you're not explaining anything to me. Especially when Frank says "Your son is all yours to fuck before he goes to the gym to work out. I am sure Shaun has some men or other hot young teens ready to be fucked by, or suck their cocks. You better get your fuck in before he leaves for the day Mike. Come on fess up son." I said quickly, not letting Shaun butt in. I saw Shaun gulped with his face turning red as if embarrassed, looking back at me. "Alright dad, I'll tell you. Frank Little and his brothers Matt and Greg Little fucked me and I loved it. I love getting fucked and sucking cock dad. I'm a fag so go ahead and start yelling at me dad." Shaun said trying to duck down. I don't know why he would duck down, I had never raised my hand to him before and I wasn't about to start now. The embarrassing thing about it I had similar thoughts myself, from time to time. I always managed to reason out I wasn't a fag and just had a vivid imagination. I ended up allowing Shaun to blow me and fucked him but my heart hadn't been in it. I was glad when he headed out to the kennel. I wondered what that was all about after I gave it some thought once Shaun had left. I had been so embarrassed forcing myself to fuck Shaun that I didn't come out of the Laundry Room until he left our apartment. I went to work at the construction site that day. I came home the same time as usual just as his friends were leaving. Shaun told me the guys were always at our house in his room to fuck him after school. He told me something shocking that he had been getting fucked at the bar while Joe kept me distracted. It was the first time I saw Shaun getting gang banged. I had to admit it was a real turn on watching him getting gang banged and sometimes I was jealous that it wasn't me. I always kept quiet about my own feelings. I figured I wasn't really jealous just my feelings were getting confused and I was actually happy for Shaun. Day after day, month after month and year after year Shaun got fucked at "The Frog" every night except Sundays. He would go to the gym after school. When I got home his school friends were in his room fucking him. In the back of my head I wished I was the one sucking cock and getting fucked all those days, weeks, months and years. Each time I thought like that I tossed it up to nonsense and knew that was Shaun's thing not mine. Shaun was the top of his graduating class and was going to go off and join the Army. He had first told me he was going to University but had changed his mind. One day like usual I sat at the bar while Shaun got fucked by the men in the bar. Then we headed home. Shaun cleaned up before heading to his room. I washed up after Shaun went to his room. After showering I went to my room and fell sound asleep. This is pretty much what happened. (Shaun's fucking and sucking up to this night is in "My Life As a Male Slut" Chapters 1-31 including 31) I was having a dream about work. I was hammering a board into place ..bang...bang...KNOCK. KNOCK. Slowly I woke up realizing someone was at the door. I got up groggily heading for my bedroom door. I opened my door and saw my drunk buddy Ron standing at the top of the steps leading to the kitchen door. "Hey, buddy, what's up? I betcha I can guess what WAS up.. right, 'ol buddy?" Ron asked in a drunken slur. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing here this time of night?" I asked. I started to push the door closed but Ron kept me from closing it. He stumbled inside the kitchen slamming the door behind him. "Lishhen, Mike, now don't get huffy wi' me. We're buddies." Ron slurred. "Right? Always buddies?" "What the hell's going on?" I looked at him through blurry eyes, trying to wake up. "What fucking time is it?" "Bar closin' time, Mikey. Goddamn bar closed down. No more beer. No more pussy." I finally wake up. "Oh, Jesus, how did that end up? What the hell happened with that kid in the bathroom with....?" "Damned excitin' for a while, but got all calmed down...the two niggers finally brought the one guy out...what's-hish-name..." "Darren. Darren was locked in there with Tyrone and Willie. They were fucking him, I suppose," I was recapping the evening as much for my own benefit as for Ron's, trying to recall every detail. "And when we hightailed it out of there, Beau was going nuts, Darren's brother." "Yeah, Beau. Beau had just fucked Shawn, right? I mean, he was the last one to corn hole your boy's butt, right?" Ron was giving me another smirk. "Well, last one till you got th' kid home, right, ol' buddy?" I didn't respond, so Ron continued. "Anyways, no fuckin' big deal. Once Beau figured out he wasn't gettin' in there...and with me and Joe yankin' him away from the crapper door...he jushh... just...he threw his clothes back on an' pretty soon his bro comes staggerin' out o' the crapper pullin' on his own pants to cover his sore ass, and Beau hauled him outta there, still yellin' at the niggers. But they coulda cared less, woulda whipped his butt if he'd put up too much of a stink, ya know? Ol' Darren was walkin' bow-legged by then...but what the hell...he was prob'ly happy, ya know? Like I'm sure Shawn was happy, right? Where is he, Mike?" Ron asked with a slur. Where's our boy?" "Shit, Ron, he's fast asleep...like I was fast asleep. This has been one hell of a night, man. He's got to go to school and I have to go to work. YOU got to go to work, don't you?" I asked getting worried where this was leading, but at the same time. Christ! what was happening to me? I could feel my cock kinda jerk at even the thought of. I don't know why my cock was rising. Why looking at Ron's bulging jeans turning me on. "Tell ya what, Mike, I didn't get the kid's ass tonight. Had me one hell of a BJ from the kid, but I was gonna tap the boy's butt 'fore you took off so fast. Shit, buddy, you tapped his ass... Joe tapped his ass in the backroom and ol' Mac from utilities tapped his ass and... and... who else? Shit, that big nigger Tyrone fucked him and Willie fucked him and Beau fucked him and..." I couldn't control it anymore, my dick was on the rise. But I still tried, saying. "Ron, I'll have Shawn back at "The Frog" tomorrow night, let's just all settle down for the night and....." Ron seemed to sober up completely at that moment. He gave me a steely look, and glanced down again at my PJ bottoms. "Oh, I don't think you really mind, Mike. Doesn't much matter, though, because I'm going to get my piece of ass now, we are buddies. I'll tell you in all honesty, I'm not going to be gentle about it. You understand that don't you Mike?" Ron asked but didn't ask. "I mean, having to wait this long for it and all. So listen, you just want to plop down on the couch there or something. I'll just go take care of business." He forcefully pushed me aside and walked purposefully over to Shawn's open bedroom door. I was right behind him, and we both looked into the darkened room to hear soft snoring and to see Shawn, naked, lying on his stomach across the bed...his head turned away from us...his beautiful bubble butt sticking up in the air for all to admire...or explore. Ron stood right there at the door and started slowly pulling his clothes off, never taking his cold, lustful eyes off of Shawn's ass. I have no idea why I felt submissive, but I whispered. "Ron, you want me to wake him up first?" Ron slowly turned his head to look at me, and then grabbed his already thick hard ten inch cock. "This will wake him up." He started going in Shaun's room. I admired Ron's stocky build and his very thick hard cock. Why on earth was I admiring Ron's beautiful thick ten inch cock. It wasn't like I was a queer like Shaun. Or maybe I was?" I asked myself. "Ron," I whispered, "You'll go easy on him, won't you?" Ron stopped in the middle of the room. He stood still a few seconds while I looked in anxiously, staring at Ron's big frame and cock. Ron turned gave me the coldest look I've seen from anyone. He walked toward me, never taking his eyes away from mine. He never said a word. He shut the door in my face, and locked it. I stood feeling helpless and turned on at the same time. In the back of my mind I wished I was Shaun. I pressed my ear to the door and heard Shaun. "What's going on...MMMMMPHHHH! OH! UHHH....MMMMMPHHHH! OH, GOD!" I heard Ron, raise his voice. "Shut up, slut." I didn't know about Shaun but Ron's tone was turning me on my cock was still rock hard. I looked down and noticed I had shoved my PJ's down and had landed on the floor. I had my hard cock in my hand. With my ear to the door I heard the bed squeaking, the moans and the groans, and finally the headboard, just as it had in my dream, banging against the wall...rough...hard...BANG! BANG! BANG! I even imagined myself being under Ron with him fucking me. What was the matter with me. I had never been fucked or sucked a cock or thought about it before. Am I a VIRGIN or not? Or had I thought about about cock sucking and getting fucked before? I asked myself. I stood there helpless and excited jacking off my own cock in rhythm to the exciting sounds of my young son getting his ass raped. I shot a huge load listening to Ron really giving it to Shaun. I yawned feeling tired after shooting my own big load. I pulled my PJ bottoms back up, headed to my room and laid down intending only to rest my eyes. I had the strangest dreams. I only remembered a few parts of the dream but in the dream I was the one sucking Ron and begging him to fuck me. What a screwed up dream. I must have fallen asleep as soon as I laid down. The next thing I knew my alarm clock was going off, and I slowly threw my legs over the side of the bed and finally hauled myself out of bed. I was drenched with sweat and needed a shower in the worse way. I picked up my work clothes intending to change into them after my shower. I walked down the hall toward the shower. Shawn's bedroom door was open. I dropped my work clothes looking inside to see his messy, unmade bed, empty. I half hoped Ron was still in Shaun's room and Shaun had gone to school. I shoved my PJ's down my legs and took them off. I had been bare chested so was now I was nude. I walked slowly over to his bed and kneeled down next to it. There were cum spots all over the sheets. I leaned over and sniffed at them, finding the aroma almost intoxicating. I saw some globs of cum that hadn't dried yet, and I don't know what possessed me. I lowered my head to the puddles of wet cum and started licking them up. I had never done anything like that in my life, not even with my own cum. I even shocked myself, but it wasn't a bad taste. I didn't know who's cum it was, Shawn's or Ron's. That's when I noticed I had been jacking and shot my own load. So some of the cum could have been my own load. I rose up picking up my discarded PJ bottoms in one hand and my other clothes in my other hand. I dropped PJ bottoms and clothes on the washroom floor and showered. I got out of the shower drying myself before putting on my work clothes and heading for the kitchen. I saw a note on the kitchen table. "Dad, Ron kept me up most of the night but I got maybe 2 hrs sleep. Heading to school but I remembered about Mr. Little and the noon doc appointment; Shaun." Then the plans from last night came back. I had let Frank Little, the big guy from the bar, set up an appointment for himself with Shawn here at home for just after noon today. It would be great to watch that. Frank Little had really taken control of Shawn in the bar, using him for a cum AND piss pig, and it had been exciting to watch. It was an extra kick to find out it was Frank's son, Jimmy, who had been using Shawn for years in school, and pimping him out to his jock buddies. The new discoveries I had made in such a short period of time! I had my morning toast and coffee before heading out to the construction site. The four Mexicans working for me were already there, hammering and sawing. The only one I really communicated with was Carlos, a tall, lanky Mexican with one hell of a buff body on him. He was my lifesaver because he spoke English and told the other three what to do and how to do it with my instructions. The rest of them were good workers, but I never understood a thing they said. "Hey, bossman!" Carlos yelled as I approached the site. "How you feelin' today?" he asked. "Okay, I guess. Why are you asking me Carlos?" I asked. "Cause me and the boys stopped by The Frog" last night...pretty late. We missed the excitement, I guess. But we heard about it!" he said smiling or was it a smirk. I could feel myself blushing, so I quickly strapped on my tool belt and said "What did you hear?" "Well, bossman, heard you had your kid in there, for one thing. Heard he was a real great... kid. And I heard there was some kind of ruckus with a couple of brothers in there." "Oh. Yeah. I did take Shawn in there. There was a sort of a fight that broke out, but no big deal." I was just waiting to see how much he knew about Shawn's activities last night, and it didn't take long. "So...the kid. Your kid. Joe said you were definitely gonna have him back in there tonight. And Ron, he took off same time we did...closed down the fuckin' place...but he said he was headed over to your place to...uhhh...to make sure the kid would be back tonight. Is that right? He gonna be there again?" There was an anxious, excitement in his voice and I knew why. It might be a little awkward, with guys working for me and them going to "The Frog" to fuck my own son. I had to admit Carlos was well built and even kind of sexy. For a moment I wondered how big his dick was. I had heard blacks had big cocks as well as Latins so Mexicans must also have big cocks. In fact all the Mexicans are muscular and masculine I thought to myself and with big dicks I bet. What the heck am I thinking all that crap for. It's a darn good thing they couldn't read minds. "Yes, sure Carlos, I'm gonna have Shawn back in there tonight. Are you guys gonna be back in there?" I asked. Carlos started talking to the others in Spanish, and all of a sudden there were big smiles on their faces. One of the guys, youngest Mexican Peppie, led out a whoop and started rubbing his crotch vigorously. "Shit yes, bossman, we definitely gonna be there. Really...REALLY...anxious to meet your boy. All of us are!" Carlos smiled broadly. How old is Peppi." I asked. "He doesn't look like he's out of his teens and he sure is a skinny, short little dude. I mean, he's not stocky and beefed up like the rest of you guys. Can he go in a bar?" "HA! Yeah, Peppi, he's a fooler...more ways than one! He turned twenty one last month. I know he's a shrimp, but he's got one damned thing on him that puts most of us to shame, bossman!" Carlos said turning around and spoke Spanish to Peppi, laughing the whole time. Peppi shrugged, quickly unzipped his jeans and hauled out a monster of a cock. It was uncut, thick and at least many inches of soft cock. I wondered how huge it got hard. I could imagine myself on my knees between his hairy legs. There I went again with stupid hallucinations. I was impressed by the length and thickness of Carlos soft cock but I wanted to sound casual. "Yeah, yeah. I see what you mean. He'll fit right in." Carlos smiled rubbing my shoulder and said softly as if he knew something about me the others didn't. "Yeah, boss, we know exactly what you mean." Peppi walked next to me starting to pound nails in the wooden frame beside me and didn't put his huge cock away! I kept glancing over at it, feeling flustered, but he was being nonchalant. In fact his big cock started swelling while he worked. No one else seemed to think there was anything strange about it, or they didn't realize Peppi had left it out. However I did my best from looking at it. It looked so inviting. At one point I caught myself licking my lips hoping no one saw me. The rest of the morning there was little Peppi with his BIG dick swinging out. I wondered if Shaun could handle that big cock in his mouth and ass. At least I pretended to wonder. Maybe I was wondering if I could handle it. The closer it got to noon the more I thought about Shawn's "appointment" back at the house and the hornier I felt. At eleven forty I walked over to Carlos and said. "Listen Carlos, I'm gonna take off early today. Can you get the guys through the rest of the afternoon?" "Sure, bossman! Hell, yes and we'll see you later, right? You and Shawn at "The Frog". Right! "Yeah. That's a go for tonight," I replied, putting my tools away. "We'll be there." "Did Ron get what he wanted..know, what he was going over to your house for?" Carlos asked quietly. "Yeah, he sure did," I answered in a husky voice. I kept from licking my lips some and felt my cock start to thicken in my jeans. "See you later, Carlos." I beat Shawn home by only about ten minutes. He came racing through the kitchen door and headed for his room. "You haven't heard from Mr. Little, have you? He's still gonna be here, isn't he? Why are you here?" he asked while rushing by. "I guess he will be here, he seemed damned definite about it last night. And I just don't know, I just kind of wanted to be here." I answered. "Well, that's fine with me, Dad," Shawn said stripping in front of me. He grabbed a tube of KY out of his dresser drawer. "But...but, well, Dad, what if he's like Ron was last night...what if he wants his privacy?" "Well..." I started stammering "Then that will have to be the way it is, I guess. Is that the way you feel about it?" "Yeah, it is. I like it when men are in charge of me, Dad. Thanks for understanding." He leaned against me giving me a quick kiss on the lips and an instant hard-on. "It was great with Ron last night. Not that I even knew who it was at first. I mean, I was asleep and all of a sudden there was this big dick slammed all the way up my butt. I know you were worried, but you just gotta understand, there's nothing to worry about. I can take it and I love it!" I thought to myself looking at Shaun all eager about last night and now for Frank Little. I had to admit to myself I was a wee bit jealous I didn't get to do anything with Ron. Not to mention unable to do anything with Frank Little when he arrived. "Oh, I know, son, I know," and I started to draw him close to me again, but there was a loud rap at the door. I watched Shaun's beautiful ass cheeks bounce as he hopped into his bed. They reminded me of my butt cheeks when I looked in a mirror but mine were hairy. For a second I wondered if my ass could handle a cock as well as Shaun's hot ass. There was a look of disgust on Frank Little's face when he saw me answering the door. He snarled "You gonna substitute for kid today?" In the back of my mind I thought. I wouldn't mind trying if you went easy, but I kept my mouth shut. "No...no, sir. He's in his bedroom waiting for you. I just...I just happened to be home this afternoon, and I was hoping I could. I mean, whatever you want, but I thought maybe..." and my voice trailed off. Frank smirked. "You wanna watch the master at work? I don't give a shit...I may even let you help me out a little bit too. Who knows?" He pushed forcefully past me and said "Where's the slut?" I lead him to the open door of Shawn's room, where Shaun was sprawled out across the bed on his back. "Hello, Mr. Little. Good to see you." "It'll be even better to FEEL me, kid...and you will soon enough." Then he turned to me and ordered. "Get me undressed." I didn't hesitate, but my fingers were shaking slightly as I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could, pulled it off and hung it over Shawn's desk chair. I felt excited wanting to obey Frank Little wishing I could obey all his orders. I was thrilled in fact as I pulled his undershirt over his head, revealing his hairy, massive chest. I glanced over at Shawn, and noticed that he had a rather surprised but lustful look on his face. Frank Little kicked his shoes off as I undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them drop to the floor. I wasn't really sure where to go from there, but Frank put his beefy hand on my left shoulder and made it clear I was to kneel down in front of him. I was thrilled to be on my knees in front of Frank Little my secret idol. I slipped his legs out of the pants one at a time and then pulled off each of his socks as he balanced himself with his hands on my shoulders. I started to rise to place the pants with his shirt on the chair, but he held me firmly in place on my knees and said "Shorts." Mmmm. I thought to myself I get to see his cock up and personal. This was going to be a thrill of a life time. My hands were really trembling as I slowly lowered his boxer shorts. My hands were on each side of his hips as I pulled his boxers down. Suddenly there was the cock I remembered from last night at the bar. All thick eleven inches of it as it hit me in the face when I was getting his legs up and out of the underwear. It felt like a shot of electricity went through me. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up on my feet, saying "Fold those pants neat and lay them over the back of that chair. Then you get your clothes off, too. I want you naked while you watch me fuck your son, but I don't want you playing with your cock. You got that?" "Yes, sir," I answered meekly, my voice quivering I was feeling it in my gut at that moment, it even shocked me. How I'd like to at least wrap my hand around that big thick eleven inch cock. I folded his pants neatly, and quickly tore off my own clothes. My dick was sticking straight out, hard as a rock, but as tempted as I may have been, I knew I didn't dare touch it. Frank Little was now standing by Shawn's bed, looking down on him. "You already lubed up, kid?" he asked gruffly. "Yes, sir." Shaun answered. "How does your Dad like to fuck you?" Frank Little asked in the same tone. "On my back sir." Shaun answered. "And what is your favorite way to get fucked, slut?" Frank Little asked. I was willing to bet Frank Little was going to fuck Shaun the way he wanted, not the way Shaun enjoyed, which turned me on even more. I'd do almost anything to watch Frank Little take Shaun any way he wanted. "On my back, sir." Shaun Answered. "Then roll over on your STOMACH, you fucking faggot, and stick that ass up in the air!" he bellowed. Shawn quickly rolled over and assumed the position his new master demanded of him. Frank walked to the foot of the bed, climbed up on top of Shawn's back. Shawn disappeared completely from view. The weight of Frank's hefty body as he brutally thrust his huge cock up my Shaun's asshole and fell down on top of pushing him deep in the mattress. All sounds escaping from Shawn were muffled by the mattress, and I had no way of knowing if those garbled sounds were of pleasure or pain. It even occurred to me, as this big man began his methodical, rough, vicious fuck, that he might smother Shawn beneath him. He didn't hesitate for a second, not letting up, just kept pumping and pumping Shaun's ass. I watched that big, hairy butt slam repeatedly into Shawn's smooth, young body, in the back of my mind wishing maybe it was me in Shaun's place. That was crazy thinking I said to myself. I also felt the urge to feel my cock but knew I wasn't going to be allowed to touch my own dick. Frank Little continued fucking Shaun for another ten minutes at least, and as time went on the man seemed to grow even more powerful with his thrusts in and out of Shaun's Ass. There didn't seem to be any end in sight, when there was suddenly a loud knock at the kitchen door. All activity stopped, with everyone frozen in place, when we all heard Jimmy Little, Frank's son's voice, came booming into the apartment. "Davis, you asshole! Open this fucking door! Saw your bike in front so we know you're in there, cocksucker!" Frank Little, held Shawn's body tightly in place saying. "Jesus Christ, that's my son!" "What the fuck gives here...shit, is he doing you, too, punk?" Shawn's muffled answer couldn't be understood, so I quickly whispered "Yes, he and other high school buddies. Have been for years. They shouldn't be out of school yet! Christ!" Frank Little pulled up and out of Shawn, with his huge cock still rock hard shinning with lube and ass juices. "Grab my clothes over there. Frank Little ordered. "Get your own clothes, too. We'll get in the closet. Let my son and the others in Shaun." Frank and I, both bare-ass naked, scurried over to the closet door, Shawn shakily rose from the bed and headed for the living room. The banging at he kitchen door continued. Frank Little and I heard another shout from Jimmy Little before the door was opened; "You're gonna pay for this, fucker!"... End of Prologue..... What on earth could possibly happen next.. Stay tuned for Chapter 1......to be continued with willingmike@yahoo.com consent. Soon it will be branching out on its own story line.