Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2003 23:41:39 EDT From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com Subject: "Orgy Of The TV Dads" OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and is NOT meant to imply ANYTHING about the sexualities of the late TV actors Carl Betz, Robert Young, and Hugh Beumont. So, that being said, unzip, grip, and enjoy! THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO SEVERAL OF MY FANS WHO WANTED TO SEE SOME HOT ACTION WITH FAMOUS TV DADS...HOPE YOU ENJOY! Television in 1960 was dominated by family sitcoms, and, on this warm afternoon in the summer of that year, three of the most popular TV dads were all together at Robert Young's spacious home. The three handsome men all wore suits, but had removed thier jackets as they sat hoisting a few cocktails in Young's basement lounge, listening to soft jazz on the hi-fi as they discussed thier shows with one another. As the men then switched to cold beers, they started to loosen up, and started to joke and horse around buddy-style with one another. Without warning, Robert Young started talking about sex, and, without hesitation, started talking about men on his show and set that turned him on. At first, the two other guys were a little taken aback, but, after another cold brew, they too, were talking about men on thier shows that got them aroused. By this time, all three men had throbbing erections, and the crotches of thier suit pants bulged with thier pounding daddy-dongs. Robert Young put down his empty beer bottle and stood up in the center of the room. A big shit-eating grin was plastered on his handsome face. "Well, " Bob chuckled, "Are you two gonna help me undress or what?" At that, Hugh Beumont patted Carl Betz's broad shoulder "C'mon, Carl," he grinned "Let's help ol' Bob here get a little more comfortable!" Hearing that, Carl replied, "Hell, yeah, let's get things going here, Hugh!" Hugh and Carl went up to Bob and they all started slowly kissing, thier tongues slithering into Bob's mouth as well as each others'. Firm, strong hands rubbed bulging crotches and kneaded round, meaty asses through snug suit pants. Then Carl whispered in Hugh's ear and Hugh nodded. Bob was wearing suspenders and both Carl and Hugh started licking up and down Bob's suspenders, and soon the leather braces glistened with manly saliva. Thier hands massaged and squeezed Bob's tight, high-riding buns through the material of his pinstripe suit pants. "Fuck, Let's get this fuckin' shirt and these pants off, Bob," Hugh growled. So both Carl and Hugh slid Bob's spit-slick suspenders off his shoulders, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Carl tossed the shirt aside, and raised Bob's slender, hairy arm upwards, and then buried his face into Bob's hairy, sweaty pit. Carl felt his fat cock throb in his suit pants as his hot tongue slithered through the black hairs in Bob's sweaty pit. Hugh had unzipped Bob's fly and unzipped his pinstripe suit pants, sliding them down Bob's long, hairy legs, and off over his gartered arygyle socks and shoes. "Fuck, Carl, let's get a bit more comfortable ourselves," Hugh suggested, and Bob watched as his two buddies stripped off thier ties, shirts, and trousers. Like Bob, both men wore atheletic-style undershirts, boxers, and gartered socks. Then Carl Betz sat in the middle of the thick, black-leather sofa, and spread his thick, hairy legs wide. "Ok, guys," He chuckled, "I"m getting pretty fuckin' lonely over here!" Bob Young got on his knees and picked up Carl's wing-tipped size 13 foot, and started to lick the shoe, his eager tongue slithering along the laces, instep, and toe, and then moving up to savor the taste of Carl's sweaty sock and garter. Meanwhile, Hugh's hairy hand reached into the gaping fly of Carl's sweaty, red-striped boxers and hauled out his thick, 10-inch beer-can cock, the blunt head slick with lube. Hugh slowly started to pump Carl's hefty hose as he leaned over and started deep-kissing his hunky pal, his free hand tweaking Carl's erect nipples through his sweaty undershirt. By now, Carl's shoes, socks, and garters were soaked with Bob's spit, and the crotch of Bob's plaid boxers were splotched with lube-stains. Suddenly Carl hoisted his thickset torso off the couch, and told Bob to stand in front of him, up against him, with his cock thrust into the fly of his blue pinstriped boxers. Bob obeyed, and now his thick, pounding shaft was in the fly of his buddy Carl's shorts, and Carl's massive erection was inside Bob's shorts, the two hard shafts of prime-time daddy cock rubbing against each other. Then Hugh reached into the pocket of his discarded suit pants and took out his pocketknife, given to him as a birthday present by Jerry Mathers, who played one of his TV sons. Hugh made a slit in the seat of Carl's boxers, and then slid his fat, throbbing cock into the rip, rubbing against Carl's round, hairy beefy buttcheeks. Now, all three hunky men, clad in only thier underwear, shoes, and gartered socks, started to gyrate, hump, grind, and bump against one another. The hairs on Carl's round glutes scratched Hugh's cock, sending jolts of ecstacy through his churning balls. Carl and Bob continued to deep kiss and grind thier aching, throbbing rods against one another, each man's sweaty undershorts becoming more slick with each others' drooling lube. Carl's big fingers dug into Bob's meaty globes, pulling him tighter against him. The room was silent, except for the soft jazz on the hi-fi, and the grunting, groaning, and moaning, of three very masculine and VERY horny males, males that were known to millions of viewers throughout the country. "OOHHFFUCKKKYEAAAHH,BOB," Carl growled "GONNA FUCKIN' SOAK THOSE SHORTS GOOD WITH MY HOT LOAD, PAL!!" Hearing that, Bob humped harder, erotic shockwaves coursing through his hard, pounding daddy-dong, rubbing against Carl's own angry-looking dick. "OOOHHHJESSSUSSCHRIIIISTTTTTTTTT,AAUUGHHHH...UUGGHHNNN....AAAAWWWWUUGHHHHHHHHYYEEAHHHHHHHH!!" Carl Betz growled and cursed as his fat cock began spewing jet after jet of hot, thick spooge into Bob's boxers, his hefty cum-load soaking the crotch of Bob's shorts, matting his thick pubic jungle, trickling down his long hairy legs to dribble onto his garters and socks. His tongue angrily fucking Carl's hot moth, Bob's own meaty erection began spewing gobs of thick cum into Carl's boxers, thoroughly soaking the crotch, and flooding his pubic jungle with sticky sperm. "YOU HORNY FUCKERS," Hugh snarled, as he ground his aching shaft harder against Carl's hairy, beefy glutes "AAWWCHRISTTTTTT...YESS FUCKFUCKOOOHHJESSSUUSSS.........AAUUGHHHOOHHFFUUCCKKK!!"" Hugh held onto Carl's thick waist as his hairy balls exploded, his hot load of sitcom sperm splattering all over the broad expanse of Carl's hairy, hunky ass, a huge cum-stain rapidly spreading across the sweaty, well-rounded seat of Carl Betz's striped undershorts. One by one, the three spent men sank to the carpeted floor, panting heavily. "Jesus Christ, guys, that was fucking wild," Carl gloated, as he reached over to rub Hugh's tight buns through his sweaty boxers. "Fuck, Carl, that hot ass of yours really made me shoot.......my wife can't even get me to shoot that much!" Hugh added. "I never shot a load that big in my fuckin' life", Bob chuckled, as he examined his cum-soaked boxers. As they lay in a tangled, sweaty heap on the floor, Carl pulled off his sweaty undershirt, revealing his broad, hairy chest, bulging pecs, and eraser-sized nipples. With that, Both Bob and Hugh pulled off thier own sweaty undershirts, and soon hands, fingers, and slithering tongues explored broad expanses of sweaty, hairy chests, salty, thickly-haired armpits, and stiff masculine nipples. Soon, all three men were rock-hard again.......................................... A few moments later, Carl Betz was on his hands and knees, his handsome, square-jawed face bieng fucked by Hugh Beaumont's throbbing, meaty shaft. Hugh's hairy balls smacked against Carl's chin, as Hugh ran his fingers through Carl's thick hair. And Robert Young, behind Carl, was plowing his hard, pounding shaft in and out of Carl's hairy, muscular rump through the rip in his sweaty shorts. The three hairy-chested, gartered men grunted, cussed, and growled like frustrated animals as they plowed one anothers' hairy, manly bodies. The hot, musky scent of masculine sweat and drying jizz spurred the sweating TV pops on to massive, nut-bustin' orgasms. "AAWWCHRISTTTTT," Hugh moaned, as his fat shaft slid in and out of Carl's slick mouth " SWALLOW THIS FUCKIN' LOAD, CARL.. ....SWALLOW MY FUCKIN' BABY-MAKIN' JIZZ, BUDDY!!" With that, Hugh's overtaxed balls exploded, and his cum-spitting cock ejected globs of hot sitcom sperm into Carl's cock filled mouth. His hairy nuts slapped Carl's sweat-slick face as his steel-hard shaft flooded Carl's mouth with thick, salty-tasting spunk. Robert Young's hand pumped away on Carl Betz's thick, beer-can cock, and, without warning, Carl hit his peak, and his massive, hairy bull balls exploded, his thick, syrupy sperm-load shooting all over Bob's fist and the carpet. As he orgasmed, Carl's cock-filled hole clutched and twitched around Bob's prostate-pounding cock. That's when Bob's fingers grabbed at the tear in the seat of Carl's shorts, and angrily ripped the sweaty shorts-ass apart, revealing Carl's hairy, beefy asscheeks. "YOU BIG-ASSED FUCKER, HERE COMES MY FUCKIN' DADDY LOAD.......YEAHHHHH, YOU HORNY ASS-SLUT STUD..YEAHHAAWWCHRISTTT..FFUUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!" Bob's big hand started to angrily spank Carl's beefy globes, and those big, beefy mounds of manly assflesh reddened and quivered as Bob's cock exploded violently in Carl Betz's hairy, sweaty asschute. Carl's pulsating pucker milked every last bit of jizz from Bob's throbbing balls. Hugh pulled his spent, cum-slick cock out of Carl's mouth and wiped the drooling head all over Carl's handsome face, coating the handsome TV star's manly face with hot spooge. Then Bob pulled his aching dong out of Carl's furry, well-fucked ass, and watched his hot cum start to ooze out of his hairy, stretched asshole, down his dangling, hairy balls. As the three TV dads lay in a cum-and-sweat soaked heap on the floor, they panted and heaved like exhausted warriors, thier masculine bodies still tingling with ecstacy. And, if the truth were known, not ONE of three men were thinking of thier wives............niether real-life OR sitcom! THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments and feedbacks are always welcome!