Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2019 04:31:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Barry Edmund <barry97_97@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking Down Sargent Malta Chapter 15 (Revised)

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Taking Down Sergeant Malta
Chapter 15

"What the fuck, Dad!" Bob shouted as he and I shot our loads. I had gotten
carried away, climbed on his hard, throbbing cock while he was sound
asleep, and brazenly proceeded to fuck myself.

"Please, Bob, forgive me," I begged. "I can explain."

"Well, go ahead, Dad; tell me about it," Bob scoffed, pushing me off of
him. "You're riding my cock and just made me cum in my sleep. What the
fuck? What happened on those maneuvers, Dad? What'd those guys do to you
anyway?" Bob was sitting up now in the bed, his back against the wall and
his legs splayed wide apart. I couldn't believe how sexy he
looked. "Listen, if you really want me to fuck you, all you have to do is
ask. I'm still plenty horny. Just get on your hands and knees and ask me
real nice for what you want, you old fart."

I brightened and quickly shifted myself on the bed, getting into position
for a doggy fuck. "I want you to plow your big cock up my ass, Stud," I
pleaded. At one time, saying this would have been the ultimate humiliation
for me, but not anymore, and besides, I was desperate for the good hard
fuck I knew Bob could give me. "Please, Son, I really need your big,
throbbing cock in my hole." As I said this, I reached out and began to
massage his muscular chest and stomach with both hands, moved to jack his
stiff bone with my right, and cradled his big, low-hanging balls in my
left. "Can I taste your cock and balls before you fuck me, Son?" I asked,
unable to look away from his magnificent organs.

"Sure, why not? We've gone this far, but don't tell Alex or Steve about
it."

I leaned farther down, pushing on Bob's nine-inch cock so that it pressed
against his flat stomach. "Wow, your balls are huge and must still be
packed with lots of juice," I said, before running my tongue all over his
hairy nut sack. When it was soaking wet with my saliva, I took one of the
slimy balls into my mouth and swished it around.

"Jeez, no woman has ever done that. That feels great!" Bob moaned. He
quivered slightly and closed his eyes, probably daydreaming about one of
his girlfriends going down on him, giving him a messy nut job. Without
letting go of the first one, I suctioned his second ball into my mouth and,
using my tongue, forced one into each cheek. "You look like a squirrel
storing its nuts for the winter," he said, looking down at me and
smiling. "That's hot, but spit them out right now, Fag. Time to get busy on
my cock."

I let his sack fall from my mouth and got hold of his cock. It was so
beautiful my mouth was watering! It jerked wildly and had grown even
stiffer than it had been before. I aimed it toward my lips and without
saying a word took just the flared tip of it into my mouth, lapping at it
with my tongue and savoring the taste. But Bob wasn't having it. I felt his
hands roughly grab the back of my head, driving me down into his pubes
until his swollen mushroom head settled in my throat, just where it
belonged.

"This feels perfect," he said. "None of my girlfriends could ever take it
that deep. Go on, Homo, keep swallowing. You know you love it." He
proceeded to shove more and more of it down my gullet until his heavy balls
slammed against my chin. I did my best to keep up with him but reached a
point where I couldn't breathe and started to choke. I could feel him back
off, gradually releasing his hands and slowly sliding his bone up and out,
as if to show me exactly who was in charge.

I gasped for a breath of air and managed to exhale before he forced my head
full-tilt back onto his cock, pumping it like a toy. "Is he always like
this in bed?" I wondered, a feeling of fatherly pride flashing through
me. After all, this was my boy, and he was shredding my throat raw! As he
kept it up, drool began to gush from my mouth onto his bedding and I felt I
was about to black out.

"Cocksucking's done, Faggot," I heard him say. He sounded far away, like he
was a different room. "It's time for your ass fuck." Bob clapped me on the
side of the head and abruptly pulled me off his cock. "You sure know how to
make me horny to ream you out, Dad! How'd you turn into such a slut?"

I was too far gone to answer and just blurted out, "Take me any way you
want, Son. You wouldn't believe how hungry my ass is for your fucking
cock. Just look at that fucking thing," I said, unable to tear my eyes from
it. I leaned down and licked the plump head bobbing and leaking in front of
me as if I hadn't sucked cock in weeks.

"When did you last get fucked, Dad?" Bob asked. "I mean, before just now."
He'd gotten up and had gone behind me. He was a strong young man and he
started to slap my ass cheeks, laying down sharp, aggressive whacks, one
after the other. Then he stopped and spread my ass wide apart. I could feel
my hole gape open and his warm breath on it. "There's fucking cum in your
hole, Faggot. You know that? I can see it in there." His tone
hardened. "You feel that shit in there, Pussy? You like that? You like
having stud jizz swimming in your hole?"

I said nothing. The sudden developments in our relationship had put me in a
kind of daze, but my urgent need for dick gave me the wherewithal to find
my way forward. "So when was it, Dad? When did you last get fucked?"

"This morning, before we headed back to base, Son. That's why I'm so hungry
for your cock, you see? It's so big and stiff and I'm just dying for it. I
can't get over the size of the head on it. Go ahead, please! Please! Shove
it in me, Stud. I've got to have it!" I was relieved to have found my voice
but realized I was probably speaking more loudly than I should be under the
circumstances. I also noticed that I had unconsciously started wiggling my
ass from side to side, like a filthy tramp.

"Not a problem, Slut," he said. I sensed he was smiling now, practically
jeering at me, and for some perverse reason that made me hornier than
ever. "How many of the guys fucked you this morning, Dad?" he asked,
letting go of my ass cheeks.

"A dozen or more of my privates, right before we headed back to the base,"
I answered. "And Corporal Jones; he fucked me, too." I was sure of that. It
seemed like so long ago and being here with Bob, excited out of my mind, I
was struggling to remember all of the details that had seemed so important
at the time. Like, exactly who fucked me, and in what order, and how many
loads I took, not that it really mattered anymore. "What position, Son?" I
asked. "What position do you want me in to fuck me?"

I craned my neck to see him standing there behind me, his head pitched back
at an angle and his hands at his hips. I still couldn't get over what a
sexy stud he was; nicely muscled arms, chest and stomach, a big, thick dick
jutting from his wiry pubes and bloated balls swinging low between his
shapely legs. I was mesmerized. "That's my boy, all right," I thought.

"On your hands and knees, just as you are, right there on my bed," he
answered.

I moved my legs a little farther apart and laid my head sideways on the
bedding, forcing my ass into the air. As the moment for it approached, I
was becoming increasingly impatient, borderline hysterical, for my
fuck. Bob stepped forward and spread my cheeks. My hole shot wide open for
him, fully dilated, and he rhythmically fingered the rim of it with a stiff
finger. "It's been gang-banged all right," he said. "It's all red and puffy
and looks real pretty, Dad. A real juicy fag hole just begging for this big
nine-inch fuck stick. If I were a homo, I might even want to kiss it. Show
it a little tongue, you know? Is that what you fairies do?"

I loved his dirty talk and the finger job he was giving me was incredible,
but my hole began to spasm uncontrollably, like the mouth of a fish out of
water. "Fuck me, Bob. Please! Just go ahead and fuck the shit out of me!" I
was pleading with him now, shamelessly, in a frenzy to get my ass stuffed.

"You know, it's been a slow week, Dad. I think I really do need this," he
said.

"Fine talk," I thought, "but where's his dick?" Was he deliberately trying
to drive me nuts? I was still drooling and lewdly wiggling my ass.

"Seems like you need it pretty bad too, Dad, maybe even more than I
do. Jeeeez, that is one nasty pucker," he said, holding my hips steady. I
looked back at him and saw him staring straight up my fuck hole. "Fucking
slut," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. He started to slap my ass
cheeks, even harder than before, then he pried me farther open with both of
his thumbs. He was really getting into this, a lot more than I would have
thought. "Never fucked a homo before, Dad. Might as well be you, hunh?
Isn't that right?" and with that, he finally shoved it in. I gasped and my
sphincter clamped down on him involuntarily. Ecstasy. "Tight. Yes, Sir!
I've got admit it's tight all right. Nice hole, Dad." He was thrusting in
the full length of his cock before slowly pulling it out and leaving only
his big mushroom head inside me. "I like my cock in your ass, Dad. How's it
feel, Homo?"

"Good! It feels so good, Son, but please, please fuck me harder." I moaned
and pushed my ass back as far as I could in order to get his entire nine
inches all the way inside me. "Fuck my hungry hole, Son."

Bob stabbed his entire cock in my ass before pulling back, rooting in again
and pulling back, over and over, building up speed, fucking me faster and
deeper. "Take my cock, Dad. Take a real man's dick. That's what fucking's
all about, isn't it, Faggot?"

I had to agree with him there, but didn't much care what he was talking
about. As long as he kept dicking me like this it hardly mattered what he
was saying. Frankly, he was at an age where he'd become kind of
irritating. Thought he was a bigshot. Big man on campus syndrome. A real
know-it-all. Argumentative, too. But now we were getting along just
fine. Each time he stopped groaning I could hear the jizz the guys shot up
my ass this morning sloshing around inside my cunt, like juice in a jar. I
could feel it, too, and imagined Bob's pounding was churning it into
cream. It occurred to me that, when it dribbled out, I'd have a chance to
eat it.

"You like the way I'm fucking you now, Fag? Is that how you want it? A
cheap-whore fuck? Go on, ask me nice to fuck you harder, and call me `Sir.'
Ask me real nice."

"Oh yes, Sir, fuck me as hard as you can, Sir. Please, ram that thick cock
of yours up my sorry ass. I have to admit, Sir, that, since you've grown
up, I've wondered how big your cock gets when it's hard. Now I know. So,
please, keep fucking me with it, Son, I mean, Sir." I was grunting and
moaning, pushing back my fuckhole at the same time. "Go ahead, Stud. Don't
spare me. Give me everything you've got."

Bob kept pumping his cock in and out of my ass as only a young buck can. I
was desperate for a fuck, yes, but Bob was good. He was rock solid and he
was really good. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why girls in his
class weren't fighting to get into pants every night. You'd think all that
tender, wet pussy would have figured this out a long time ago. Bob
interrupted my reverie. "Nice fucking ass, Dad," he spat out, thrusting
like a maniac with each word. "Like, who'd have guessed you were a fucking
faggot? I bet Steve and Alex are getting off with you, too. Are they?
Hunh?" He paused, then gasped, "Oh, fuck. Fuck you! I'm going to shoot,
Dad. Gonna shoot my fucking load in your queer ass." No surprise that he
was ready to pop, the way he was ramming into me. Not to mention my own
cock, also ready for blast-off; rock hard, jerking and twitching beneath
me, a long string of precum oozing from it and making its way down to the
bed. Bob's cock pressed in one more time and fattened obscenely, stretched,
and vibrated deep inside me. "I'm cumming, Dad. Cumming in your hot homo
ass, you motherfucker!"  I could feel each slug of his jizz hammer against
the walls of my fuck chute. Bob's body quivered a half-dozen times and then
collapsed across my back, his firm chest and stomach sliding in the sweat
that pooled between us. Beneath his weight, I sank forward into the bed, my
legs folding out at the knees.

"Wow, that was hot, Sir! You're a real stud," I said. I was overcome, but
also saddened by the realization that it was over.

"You've got quite a pussy there, Dad." He was whispering, almost hissing,
in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. For a moment I hoped he would spit in
my face. Why would I want him to do that? Bob flexed his arms around my
shoulders but otherwise didn't move. He wasn't pulling out and didn't seem
to be going soft either, although it wasn't easy to tell with all of the
jizz that had been shot in my cunt recently. "You know, Princess, my cock
and balls could go for another round. So fucking hot to fuck without a
condom," he said. He lifted himself off my back but kept his hips and
thighs tight against me, his bloated dick stiffening again in my hole. "How
about it, Sweetheart, ready for round two?"

So it wasn't over after all. In fact, it was about to happen again. Of
course, Bob must have known the answer to his smart-alecky question from
the way I was grinding beneath him like the class slut. But clearly, it was
going to whip him up in some way to hear me say it. And I was happy to. It
had gotten to the point where I actually liked begging for it. I was so
queer for my son's cock it almost frightened me, and yet, I wanted him to
know exactly how I badly I needed it.

"Yes, Sir, as many rounds as you want, Sir. Please just keep fucking me,
Sir."

And that's just what he did. He began jabbing away with short, hard thrusts
that drove me forward and down. I moaned loudly and broke into a full body
sweat, instinctively raising my ass and pushing it back for more. And Bob
went for it, longer and deeper, over and over, all the way in and all the
way out, his bulbous dick head tugging at the thickly jizzed lining of my
cunt.

"Tell me, Fucker, this what you want? You like this nasty shit?" He was
pressing one of his hands against my neck with all of his strength,
practically choking me. My eyes watered and I struggled to breathe, but if
I could have made that moment last forever, I would have. Bob kept humping
me. I was about to spooge and couldn't hold out much longer.

"Yes, Sir. Just what you're doing, Sir. You're going to make me shoot my
load, Sir."

"I don't give a shit about your load, you asshole. It's me, me that's
important. Me," and he slapped me upside the head. "This is my fuck,
Faggot, not yours."

What did I care? Let Bob rave as he would. It was immaterial. Our hard
cocks were all I could think about. That, and the burning pressure building
in my balls. It sent a tingling sensation to my toes and up my legs, and
the force of it when it erupted put me in a kind of stupor. Bob pumped
wildly, without a break, as thick slugs of jizz jerked out of my cock and
just kept coming. I shot all over the sheet and my asshole spasms pulled
Bob deeper in. His body pushed me forward on the bed and ground my stomach
and ball sack into the huge pool of cum I'd just unloaded.

"On your back, Dad. I'm gonna look into your eyes while I finish this fuck,
you slut." I mindlessly followed his orders, my back gliding into the
sloppy jizz. After I'd rolled over, Bob grabbed the back of my thighs and
pushed my legs against my chest. The cum on my stomach was already cooling
and rivulets of it streamed down my crotch toward my asshole. "Go
ahead. Take a good look at my muscular body and fat dick, Dad. You like
that, don't you? Still want my cock rammed up your hole?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir, I do, Sir." Looking at his manly jaw, plump lips and blue eyes,
his thick hair, cut short and combed to one side, I was practically shaking
with excitement. How handsome he was! And what a fag I was for him!

Bob lightly brushed his hand over my left nipple before rubbing it between
his fingers and pinching it so hard it made me salivate. Then he did the
same thing with my right nipple. He aligned the head of his cock with my
hole and pushed in while looking into my eyes, working over my nipples
again with both hands. A smile was playing across his face.

"Nice fucking nipples you have, Dad. Perky and stiff, just like a
girl's. Looks like they've seen a lot of action lately, too. Is that right?
Kind of red and chapped, you know?" He shook his head and sniffed. "Those
army guys of yours sure turned you into a fucking slut, Dad; wet cunt, hot
tits and everything. I think you were probably always a fag, but didn't
want anyone to find out." While I paused to think about this, he pushed his
big cock deep into my guts and pulled it out slowly. He leaned down and
looked into my eyes. "You ready? This is going to be a fuck you won't
forget for a while." He released a gob of spit into my open mouth and
shoved another inch of his thick dick inside me. "What d'you think about
that?"

"I think it's going to be a fantastic fuck," I squealed, as he continued
going deeper. How much more cock did he have to shove in there? "Keep it
up, Son, I mean, Sir. I can't get enough of your meat, Sir." It was hard to
believe, but more and more of his cock kept penetrating my ass. Eventually
he bottomed out, and I felt his hairy balls smack against me. Then he began
a rough plunge and withdraw maneuver, going in to the hilt and pulling out
to the flange of his cock head. Sweat began to roll down his muscled chest
and dripped down onto mine.

"First ass I've ever fucked, Dad," Bob said. "Yep, this is one fine male
pussy. Very high ranking pussy, Sarge, that's for sure." Then he bit my ear
tenderly before licking wetly down my neck. "Do you like me fucking you,
Dad?"

"Yes I do, Son. I mean, Sir. You're a great fucker, all right. Now, keep
fucking me just like that, only harder and deeper. Please! I'm aching for
you to fuck me good and hard, Sir."

I grunted as Bob picked up speed, driving his cock into me like a madman,
his big balls bouncing so furiously I thought they'd burst.

He'd been fucking me for a good half hour when I felt his cock expand in my
rectum. He was huffing and puffing, bathed in sweat, and began groaning in
my ear. "I'm cumming in your tight male pussy, Slut. Take it all, Bitch."

I could feel his hot cum splattering into me like one of those pulsating
garden hoses, one volley after the other shooting far into my
intestines. "Oh, Sir, that feels so good, Sir." I really was nearly
delirious. "Thank you so much for fucking me," I said. The force and
duration of his spasms took me by surprise, especially since this was his
third load. "What a virile young man!" I thought, thrilling to the feel of
his damp skin against mine. He was in tip-top condition, no doubt about
it. Eventually, his throbbing and jerking subsided, and I felt the full
weight of his body as he sank to my chest, his arms forcing my compressed
legs out onto the bed, his head above my shoulder. He was breathing heavily
into my ear and for a moment we laid there quietly, absorbing what had just
happened.

When I noticed his breathing becoming more calm, I clamped down on his
still-stiff bone with my asshole, fearful he'd had enough and might leave
me empty. But he was more than a match for me, and in one swift movement
his huge cock bolted out of my ass, creating a vacuum so suddenly that it
startled me. My hole gaped, gasped and shuddered closed. Within moments, I
could hear the jizz his mushroom head had pulled with it gurgle and sputter
as it exited my chute, and I could feel it leak slowly into my ass crack.

Bob shifted and sat on my chest like the winner of a wrestling match. His
large cock was still semi-hard and less than an inch from my mouth.

"Clean it for me, Dad," he ordered.

He was so much nastier in bed than I would have dared to hope. I looked
into his eyes, stuck out my tongue and licked at the tip of his dick. There
was lots of gooey cum on it and it smelled strongly of ass juice. Then he
leaned forward and started fucking my face. His balls were hanging loose
now. They banged freely against my chin as more and more of his cock slid
down my throat.

"That's it, Dad. Take it all the way in and get it nice and clean. You love
that shit; I can tell."

As deep as he already was in my throat, I wanted him to go even farther, so
I reached up and grabbed at his ass to pull him toward me. I was amazed at
how firmly muscled and manly his ass was. I wondered what it would taste
like if I were to lick him back there. "Must be delicious," I thought, and
wondered jealously if any of his girlfriends had ever eaten him out. Yes,
how I would love to pull apart his firm cheeks, shove my nose in there and
get a really good whiff! I kept pulling him toward me, my fingers pressing
into his buttocks, his hefty balls beating at my chin.

"Feels so good, Dad, but guess who's horny again for a fuck. You ready for
another fuck, Bitch?" Bob pulled his dick from my throat and it dangled at
half mast against my lips.

"Of course, Sir. Fuck me again, Sir. Fuck me all night long, Sir, if it's
okay with you," I jabbered, completely forgetting about my wife just down
the hall. "What position do you want me in this time, Son, I mean, Sir?"

"On your hands and knees again, like the bitch dog you are. Gonna build up
a good load for you, Bitch, so get comfortable." Bob rolled off my chest
and watched as I rushed like an idiot to get situated, not wanting to give
him time to change his mind. I was so desperate to have his dick inside me,
I never stopped to consider what he might be thinking about me at that
moment, or what kind of reckoning laid ahead of us.

As soon as I was in position, he slapped both of my ass cheeks, master of
all he surveyed, then reached out and took hold of my shoulders. I felt the
head of his cock slide through my sphincter muscle with ease, thanks to the
loads he'd recently deposited, and then he was all the way up my chute,
pistoning hard and rhythmically.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. "That's it. Feels so good. Please keep fucking me,
just like that." I was pushing my ass high in the air to make it easy for
him to fuck me deep. When I lowered my head, I could see his quads flexing
with each thrust and his big hairy nuts swinging back and forth between my
legs.

"Don't worry, Dad. You're gonna get the fuck you want, all right. But,
jeez, I've never seen a bitch so hungry for it. How many loads you got up
there, and still want more? In-fucking-credible." He paused. " How about
Steve and Alex? No way they're getting into pussy without a condom. For
sure they could throw you a couple of good fucks."

"Yes, oh, yes, Bob, I bet they could fuck me as hard as you fuck me, Son."
I'd been so busy with Bob, I' hadn't been thinking about Steve and
Alex. What a great idea! Strapping lads, both of them, and, at their age,
probably hard as iron 24/7. All at once I was eager to have them as soon as
possible.

"Please keep fucking me, just like that." I grunted, feeling Bob's
nine-inch cock bang into my ass, pull out and bang into me, again and
again. This time he was screwing me nice and slow; a really nasty, sort of
punishing fuck. It had been going on like this for maybe fifteen minutes
and sweat was dripping from our bodies. The entire room smelled of man sex,
an odor that was driving me wild.

"Want me to fuck you harder?" Bob asked, leaning over me, his lips at my
ear. "If you do, Dad, beg for it."

"Please, yes, give me a good hard fuck with your thick long cock,
Stud. Fuck me as hard as you can."  I was pleading with him and pushing my
ass onto his stiff dick at the same time. "Really give it to me, Sir. Don't
hold back."

"Don't worry; that's what I'll do, Dad." Bob's voice sounded drier and
deeper as he pulled his cock out of my ass and rammed it fiercely back
in. A very dirty fuck, this was. Slow and rough, the way you'd fuck a slut
strung out on semen and stiff dick. Each thrust plunged all the way up my
gut like a pile driver, pausing, then pulling out and driving in
again. After about twenty minutes, Bob picked up speed, straight-out
pounding his cock in and out of my cum-sloppy asshole.

"Take my cock, Faggot. Yes, yes, Daddy," he said, "such a good fuck." He
smacked both of my cheeks full force. "Great ass you have, Dad. I'm getting
ready to shoot another fucking load. Never in my life fucked a woman like
I'm fucking you." He fell silent a moment, just breathing heavily. "Oh,
shit, I am so close. You've got to tell Alex and Steve about how you take
cock, Dad. They're gonna go for this as much as I do."

"Just keep fucking me, Sir," I said, knowing he was about to shoot. Nice of
him to be thinking of his brothers, and there was no question I wanted to
do Alex, and Steve, too, but they could wait. For the moment, this was the
fuck I needed.

"Never mind about your brothers," I told him."Please, just give me your
fucking nut!"

I felt Bob's cock thicken and reach even deeper into my ass, which I didn't
think was possible.

"I'm cumming, Dad," he wailed, as molten pellets of his young man spooge
struck the walls of my cunt. And they kept coming, hot and sticky, his fat
dick tube in spasms, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My nuts
tightened like a fist in their sack, my asshole convulsed and my cock
started jerking wildly, spewing cum in chunky jets onto Bob's bed sheet.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted. "That was fucking great." He pulled his cock out of
my ass, gave my ass cheeks an insolent slap, got off his bed and stood in
front of me. I was still in doggy position, on my hands and knees, cum
beginning to spill from my gaping hole and run down my legs.

"Wow! Whhoo! You turned out to be a real fag slut, Dad." Bob casually
rubbed at his abs with his right hand, something evidently on his
mind. "But now I think it should be what I said before; we keep this
between the two of us." Bob nodded slightly, as if approving what he'd just
said. His legs were spread comfortably apart, shoulders back, chest out,
his dick leaking and still, to my amazement, showing some hardness. He was
bathed in sweat and his skin glistened. He was a gorgeous specimen, and I
couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Who knows what Steve and Alex would think about having a fucking faggot
for a dad," he said. He looked a little concerned about this. I made an
effort to concentrate on what he was saying and not get too distracted by
the hypnotic movement of his luscious cock and balls, swaying slightly,
forward and back and from side to side, as he spoke.

"I'm not crazy about having a fag in the family myself," he continued, "and
to make you pay for it, you can be sure, every chance I get, I'll be
tapping either your ass, mouth or throat. Make sense to you, Faggot? `Cuz
you see, how can I respect you now as my dad? I can't. That's done," he
said, shaking his head and scowling. "You're just a fuckhole to me now,
Dad. Okay? So I think it's better this is just between the two of us,
Slut. Got that? The thing is, I don't want anyone thinking I'm a homo just
because you can't live without dick in your ass. That's your problem, and
it's gonna stay that way. I'll still be fucking my girlfriend whenever she
lets me. For now, though, think of this as your lucky day and you've got
all my juices to prove it, don't you, Daddy?" He didn't wait for an
answer. "Yep, you are all juiced up and ready to go." He started to turn
away and then looked back at me. "But before you leave, Faggot, I need you
to change my bedding. Got it? Don't expect me to sleep in a pool of your
fucking cum, Dad. I know I fucked it out of you, but you're the fucker
who's gonna clean it up. That's pussy work, right, Dad?"

"Sure, Bob," I said, climbing out of his bed. I grabbed my pj's and tried
to put them on, but the cloth kept sticking to my sweat, and to the cum on
my stomach and back and still dripping down the back of my legs. "Sure
thing. I read you loud and clear. You're absolutely right. We keep this to
ourselves. My problem, absolutely, Sir. Not yours. Just let me get dressed
here and I'll bring in fresh sheets for you right away."

"I'm off for a shower, Homo. You change the fucking bedding. But I won't be
long, so hurry it up," Bob said this while putting on his boxers. Then he
headed for the bedroom door, with me following close behind and admiring
him as he strode ahead of me. What a broad back he had and what manly
buttocks!

I went to get fresh sheets from the linen closet and Bob turned down the
hall to the bathroom. I heard him lock the door behind him.

Changing the sheets proved to be a pleasant and oddly satisfying diversion
for me. I enjoyed thinking about Bob lying in his bed, his youthful body
shifting during the night, his erotic dreams, and soon I found myself
wondering how often he jizzed in his sleep. Just as I was finishing up, Bob
returned to his room. He looked completely relaxed and smelled sweetly of
soap. Yes, indeed, we'd instilled in our boys a healthy appreciation for
good hygiene. I stared into his dreamy blue eyes, hoping to spark a little
pillow talk, perhaps, but he walked right past me, as if I weren't even
there.

"Get lost, Homo," he said coldly. "I've gotten my rocks off, so party's
over." When these words registered, I turned to leave. "And close the
fucking door behind you," he added.

I walked out of Bob's room carrying his soiled sheets. I had spooged so
heavily that the sheets were thoroughly saturated with it. "Gloria will
certainly notice all this on laundry day," I said to myself, "and what will
she think?" I wondered if she'd recognize the jizz as mine from its odor. I
figured it wasn't likely. To her, all jizz probably smelled the same, and
she'd just assume the jizz was Bob's. After all, he's a red-blooded lad and
everyone knows boys his age shoot buckets. But if she did suspect it was
mine, I could always make up some excuse, I suppose. And in this case, the
truth was actually far more preposterous than anything else I might tell
her. Still, I suddenly realized the scene was a little complicated.

While depositing the sheets in the laundry closet I became keenly aware of
another, more pressing concern. The loads of jizz I'd accumulated were
starting to break loose in earnest from my ass and required my urgent
attention. I clenched my glutes and sphincter as best I could and waddled
my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. I hastily undressed, sat on
the toilet, and inspected the damage I'd done to my pajama bottoms. Nasty,
discolored jizz had pooled in the crotch area and rivulets of it stained
both legs. I decided the only thing to do was pat them dry, wear them again
after my shower and change them later on.

First, though, I reached between my legs to get a reading in real time of
where things stood. Jizz was still frothing and spluttering from my hole,
alternately creamy and thick, or runny and almost like liquid. Bob's had
been last in, and must have been first out. "So, whose jizz is this now?" I
wondered. I cupped my hand, let it fill, brought it toward me and took a
good look at what I'd just collected; an indescribable pool of slimy,
glutinous, watery, ropey cream-colored matter, here almost clear and white,
there muddy and brown. I scrutinized it and didn't know what to make of
it. Instinctively I brought my hand to my nose, took one deep whiff, then
another and another after that. Before I knew it, my cock was becoming
engorged and rising stiffly between my legs. My asshole spasmed
uncontrollably and I felt the last of the jizz in my cunt ooze out. I sat
there a moment, then, without thinking, licked the entire mass cupped in my
hand into my mouth, swilled it about to savor the taste and texture, tilted
my head and let the gooey glob slide obscenely down my throat, like an
oyster. As I felt it hit my stomach, my cock shot off spontaneously, my
nuts swinging freely over the toilet bowl. Hot ropes of jizz flew across
the room, spattering and dripping down the wall opposite me. I lowered
myself to my knees and licked the wall clean. After that, I returned to the
toilet seat. There was no longer any question that it was time for me to
freshen up.

I took a towel from the rack beside me and dabbed away the sticky mess
inside my pajama bottoms, folded them and stepped into the shower. Beneath
the warm running water I was able to clear my mind and unwind completely;
my cock went limp and my anal spasms finally subsided. A few minutes later,
I was drying myself, pleased that I seemed to have finally settled down
after having gone berserk in Bob's bed. "That's good military training,
right there" I thought. "You really never know when, where or how basic
self-regulation is going to come in handy."

I finished preparing for bed and was making my way to my room when I saw
Steve and Alex coming toward me in the hall.

"Wow, Dad," Alex said. "You still up?" He looked so sexy it astonished me,
his sinewy teen body stretching out his tight T-shirt and faded blue jeans,
especially around the crotch. The composure I'd prided myself on moments
earlier suddenly fell to pieces as I struggled not to look at what seemed
to be a vulgar bulge running down the inside of the right leg of his pants.

"I needed a good, long shower after the trip home, so I just finished up,"
I said, doing my best to sound offhand. "How was your evening, Son?" I
asked, changing the subject. His crotch was practically screaming to me
but, by making a great effort, I was able to direct my gaze instead into
his deep blue eyes.

"Well," he replied, "not so great. Our double date was a total bust."

Alex, my oldest son, was at least six foot three inches tall, while Steve,
just shy of fifteen, was already hovering around six feet. I was about six
foot one, so our eyes were pretty much at the same level. Risky though it
was, I simply couldn't help myself and stole a fleeting glance at Alex's
crotch. I was right; his bulge was more than ample and I immediately felt
my asshole twitch. "Could my cunt really be hungry again?" I wondered.

"They both turned us down flat, if you know what I mean, Dad." I sensed
anger in Alex's voice when he said this, and for some reason his anger
excited me. It was beginning to seem that everything about my sons excited
me. I was definitely beginning to feel weak in the knees and just then
wanted nothing more than to drop down in front of either or both of these
fine boys, lower their tight jeans and undershorts and get at their
generous meat. Not giving in to this powerful urge was requiring all the
strength I could muster.

"Gee," I said, `I'm sorry to hear you didn't score with your girlfriends."
I moved my hands in front of my crotch to prevent either one of them from
seeing my developing boner. My flimsy pajama bottoms were doing nothing to
prevent it from announcing itself. "Get a good night sleep, boys, and
you'll both be fine in the morning. Live to fight another day," I
added. "I'm off to bed myself," I said and walked toward my bedroom
door. As I opened it and turned to go in, Alex stopped me.

"Hey, Dad. Why don't the three of us have a game of cards? That is, if
you're not too tired."

"Little does he know," I thought to myself.

Alex turned to Steve. "How's that sound to you, Steve? We could all go to
my room."

"Sounds great. I'm still worked up and need to think about something else
for a while, if you know what I mean," Steve said, adjusting his crotch
inside his jeans and running his hand against his zipper. "How about you,
Dad?"

For a brief moment I wondered if Steve was asking about playing cards,
needing a diversion, or offering me his crotch. Was he somehow reading my
mind?

"Ah... yes... yes, I know what you mean, Son," I answered, feeling my
asshole puckering repeatedly. In a more perfect world I could have told
them, in lieu of their girlfriends, I'd be more than happy to take their
cocks any which way and drain their balls until they were fucking empty. As
it was, it looked as if I'd have to settle for joining them in a game of
cards. Oh, well," I thought, "maybe it'll do me good."

Alex opened his door and the three of us entered his room. "Man, way too
hot in here," he said. He went to a window, threw it open, tossed off his
T-shirt, and quickly removed his shoes, socks and jeans. All at once, he
was standing there in just his boxers. His musculature was striking, long,
lean and perfectly proportioned. A seductive trail of fine hair began at
his navel and vanished into the waistband of his shorts. "You two don't
mind, do you?" he asked. "After all, Dad's in his pj's and you can strip
down, too, Steve."

Without hesitating, Steve followed suit. He was younger than Alex, but from
his musculature you'd never guess it. The enticing smell of nearly-naked,
young men filled the room and my head started spinning. I didn't know how I
was going to keep my paternal bearings and pull this off.

All of us were now seated on Alex's bed, both boys cross-legged, their
boxers pulling open at the fly as well as at the legs. No matter how they
positioned themselves, their considerable junk was in plain sight, and in
my current state of arousal it was impossible for me not to
notice. Nevertheless, they themselves seemed totally oblivious to the fact
that they were exposing themselves, even though Steve was clearly sporting
a boner. I resorted to the remarkable mental discipline I'd acquired in the
course of my military career and consciously summoned whatever I could of
it to restrain myself from leaning forward and going down on my young
son. I clasped my hands tightly together and, deliberately looking away
from Steve, turned toward Alex, hoping, improbably, that he would distract
me, to see, to my simultaneous horror and delight, that he'd thrown a boner
too. His was pulsating and had breached the open fly of his shorts. A
spellbinding bead of precum had formed on the tip of it and was threatening
to make its way down the shaft. As lust overtook me, that glistening drop
of man juice encapsulated my entire world.

I realized at some point that Steve was shuffling a deck of cards. "That's
right," I thought, "we're here to play a game of cards. Family
fun. Perfectly natural."

"How about Three-Handed Euchre?" Steve asked. I was a little puzzled. I
looked over at him as he brought his left leg toward his chest, bending it
at the knee. His boner lurched to the right and his ball sack spilled
completely out of his shorts. I could see that it was downed with light
brown hair.

"Cool," I heard Alex say. At first, I thought he was talking about Steve's
boner, his nut sack, or both.

"Dad?" Steve asked, waiting for my reply. "Euchre, Dad?"

"Ah... yes," I struggled to answer, "yes... sounds great."

Steve nodded. "Sweet," he said, and proceeded to deal the cards, pausing a
couple of times to idly scratch his inner thigh. Meanwhile, Alex had
gripped his hands behind his neck and was stretching slowly from side to
side, causing his biceps to bulge in a very alluring way.

I was holding the cards Steve had tossed in front of me but really wasn't
aware of what I was doing. The proximity of these two young men, the casual
boners sticking out from their undershorts, the flexing muscles, the
masculine odors, it was all too much for me to process in a chaste way.

"Hey, Dad, pay attention. It's your turn. Do you pass or what?" That was
Steve. I turned his way but instead of looking into his eyes, I ogled his
stiff cock and fuzzy scrotum. I noticed that his heavy nut sack had pulled
up and now hung closer to his body than it had just moments before,
effectively pushing his balls forward, and this finding absolutely
fascinated me. "Jeez, Dad, the way you've been looking at Alex and me, I'd
swear you were a fag. You're not a fag, are you? After all, you're our
dad. You wouldn't want to blow us or anything like that, would you, Dad?"

"Neither one of you scored tonight," I ventured, my eyes still fixed on his
loins. Why could I not take my eyes off of his crotch? My mouth had become
very hot and dry but I somehow managed to moisten my lips a bit with my
tongue. "You're both horny and I can see by looking at your hard dicks that
you both need relief."

"Ah, fuck, Steve, Dad's a fucking fag. Look at him, staring at our
crotches, licking his lips. What d'ya think? Should we should let him blow
us?" Alex asked, now openly jerking his big bone.

End of Chapter 15