Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2014 15:46:37 -0500 From: Bud Writer Subject: Beach Bulge Chapter 2 The following story contains scenes of male/male sexual encounters between characters both above and below the age of 18, including scenes of incest. If these subjects do not interest you, or if it is not legal for you to read this story, I ask that you leave now. The author does not condone abuse in any of it's forms. This story is pure fantasy, meant for the enjoyment of adults, and not a reflection of the author's views on real-world issues. If you liked this story, or any other story on the archive, you should consider donating to Nifty. It's a great service, and it'd be a shame if they had to stop doing what they do just because of some stingy perverts. Any amount would help, I'm sure! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I would like to thank everyone who emailed me after reading Chapter 1. You all helped keep me very inspired and motivated! In fact, I finished writing this about a week before I thought I would. I hope you enjoy the fruits of all your labor! One more thing to go over, so hold tight a bit longer. I have a tumblr blog that I use to post updates on stories, and I've also posted a picture set of all the bulge inspirations I keep in mind while writing, so I recommend that if you've got the time, quickly hop on over and take a peek to help you picture what's going. Here's the link: http://niftystudent.tumblr.com/tagged/stories At the top of my page, there are links for stuff, and if you ever need to find the post again just click on 'stories' and it will take you to the tag again! Enjoy the story! CAST OF CHARACTERS Declan, A Boy – Slim and smooth, a little smaller then the average boy. He's just an innocent kid who wants to have fun at the beach. He thinks that big jiggly bulges are silly, but doesn't quite know what's inside of them. Richard/Dick, A Dad – 35, 6'1", beefy, muscular, hairy, huge round bulge in his white speedo. A devoted father, sports enthusiast, and budding thrill seeker. He'd rather die than let any harm come to his boy, but once his blood starts pumping and his interest gets piqued...well, as long it's not hurting him, it could be cool...He loves to show off both his body and his boy. Samuel, An Open-Minded Guy – 37, 6 ft, smooth gym body, his bulge is mostly his huge bullballs that weigh down his rainbow speedo. He's not the type of guy to suggest doing something bad, but he's also not the type of guy to opt out of the fun. Mike, A Veteran – 42, 6'1", not as thick as Dick but still ripped and hairy, his long cock makes sort of a sideways bar bulge in his navy blue speedos. 'Uncle Mike' is a veteran boy hunter. His cock rules his mind, and his boys. Tom, A Boy-Lover – 40, 6'3", huge muscles with a bit of a belly, semi-hairy, with an alluring oval bulge in his classic red speedos. A career linebacker, it's only now that he's discovering his illicit but touching feelings for boys. Kent, An Idea Man – 30, 6'2", slimly muscular, dusting of hair, an aromatic squish-bulge in his blue and white checkered speedos. There's a lifetime's worth of fantasies in his head, and he won't rest until he's done them all. Declan felt intensely uncomfortable. The young boy was standing in the middle of his Daddy and four new adult friends, nervously crunching the sand between his toes. He wanted to leave and go play, but there wasn't any room between their thickly muscled legs, not even for a breeze to get in. He awkwardly looked straight down at his feet. Anywhere else and he'd get an eyeful of the five massive bulges dominating his vision. There was barely two inches of room in any direction before there was a rotund swell of colorful cockmeat. He tried to look up at his Daddy, but he could barely see his handsome face over his large, hairy pecs. He had to choose between looking up at glistening, oiled chests, down at their equally shiny and hairy legs and huge feet, or straight ahead at their distended bulges. Declan was still facing Tom and his Dad, wondering what had even happened a few seconds earlier when, while facing Kent, Tom had accidentally knocked him forward so that his face bounced off of Kent's speedo. So he couldn't see Kent start to slowly push his hips forward until he was about to touch the side of his head. Kent paused, looking around the circle. From his left, Mike, Samuel, Tom, and Richard all looked intently at the scene. He'd find no objections here. The men were too lost in a haze of perversion to protest the deliberate contact. Richard even brought his free hand up to clasp Kent's shoulder, giving him a buddy-squeeze and implicit consent. Kent's hips surged forward the last half-inch, giving a small but strong push to Declan's head towards Tom's red speedo. The linebacker's eyes closed in pleasure as he felt the small head apply medium pressure to his sensitive genitals and be pushed back by the spongy tissue of his chubbed up cock. Tom sighed and looked down at the boy through half-lidded eyes. He looked a little dazed, but no worse for wear. Mostly confused, looking curiously at the slightly plumper red swell that he bumped into. At least it was soft and squishy. Tom would have zoned out and started drooling from just that one moment of contact if someone hadn't quickly given an impatient cough; now wasn't the time for making goo-goo eyes. The linebacker looked back up and let the hungry looks of all the men wash over him and drag him back down into perverted darkness. He smiled sweetly down at Declan, and gave the boy a swift poke with his crotch bulge towards Mike. His eyes once again closed as he made purposeful contact, small boy meeting adult cock, separated only by a thin layer of lycra. It made him feel light-headed, perverted, but most of all free. Mike was ready for the boy. If they had to take pauses after each bonk to savor the moment and choose who goes next, nothing would ever get done, so he decided to lead by example and make some rules sooner rather than later. They were already in good positions from the earlier 'bend your knees, push your bulge out, and wiggle your tongue like a sex-crazed pervert' activities, so it was easy to shift his hips back a little as Declan came in to cushion his approach. The side of his young face pressed against the bar-like bulge in Mike's navy blue speedos and came to the briefest of stops before Mike sprung his hips forward and propelled him right at his Dad. Richard's arm was still around Kent's shoulder, his other hand holding his cold beer. He just looked down and gave a deep belly laugh as he watched his son rotate his body a little as he came to Daddy, tiny face landing right on the ridge of his down-turned cock. Little fucker wanted to take on his Dad head-on! Richard's hips automatically did the same cushioning motion as Mike's, paternal instincts still running strong in the background. It was perfectly natural to Richard to help cushion his son's head with his thick cock and balls, and it was hilarious to him how Declan ran into him with much more force than the earlier encounter. Certainly not enough to hurt either of them, but there was a marked difference between a boy giggling and running into him, and a boy being pushed by another man's protruding yet soft dick. The image before Richard was burned into his memory, joining the many images of things already happened and unknown fantasies of things to come. His son, his baby boy, his pride and joy, head pressed surprisingly deep into his Father's huge white speedo bulge, face sliding into the space between his elephant trunk dick and bull balls, eyes closed in childish fear from the impact, body dwarfed between the two thunder thighs angled out towards the center of the circle. There was no time to enjoy it though. He himself had felt dark impatience at Tom just staring at Declan, not making any moves to do anything. He wanted the other men to feel what he was feeling; proud happiness, perverted joy, and the feeling of a young face pressing into his cock. So he bucked forward, aiming his son at Samuel. The man gave a surprised grunt, unexpectedly loving the feeling of Declan's chin being cupped in the hollow of his big rainbow nuts. It was some crazy shit he was getting himself into, but it was hard to stop. It seemed like Tom wasn't the only one having some deep part of himself awakened, but Samuel wasn't going to spend much time examining it. If it felt good and didn't hurt anyone, why bother resisting an urge? The furry man gave no thought to pushing forward on the rebound, finishing the circle by pointing Declan towards Kent. Kent grinned like he just won the lottery, of course. They were all getting on the same wave-length now, no longer needing tens of minutes to slowly get the ball rolling. He shivered in pleased pleasure when the side of Declan's head bumped into him. It was such a delicious and teasing feeling, like nice pat on the dick for a job well done. There wasn't much force behind it, and he could feel the boy's downy-soft hair through his checkered speedo, soft strands teasing even more. It was finally time for him to let go and enjoy the fruits of his twisted labor. He bumped Declan forward too, and it was barely a minute until they all had a good rhythm going, never letting the boy linger in one bulge long enough to lose the momentum from rebounding off of squishy genitals. A man would clap the shoulder of one of the men next to him if they got a particularly picturesque rebound. From the outside, it just looked like five handsome men having some great male bonding time at the beach. No one was close enough by them to have kept track of the fact that there was a small boy in the group, no one to get alarmed at the fact that he wasn't anywhere within sight. Neither was anyone close enough to get a good look at the little thrusting motions, which would have been hard to explain. Many of the older citizens walking by near the surf smiled to themselves, pleased to see that the summer fun wasn't limited to just rowdy college students. Now that all the men know what to do, and none were tempted to slow down the fun, they could enjoy the sights of their game of Boy Pong without giving too much brain power to the hip action. There were two phases that their Boy Ball kept going through; being unable to keep good footing in the sand, causing him to stumble around a little, and the times when he found his footing and remained planted in the middle. Kent, Richard, and Tom enjoyed the first phase more, and were glad to find that the loose sand and constant movement meant the more often than not, Declan had trouble finding any solid footing. It's not like there was any room at all for him to fall down, but it didn't stop him from pinwheeling his arms around and sliding in the sand. Often times a stray hand would brush one man's bulge while he was in route to another, leading to a happy sigh and a manly giggle as it lead to more jiggling in their pouches. They though it was cute to watch the boy's head and body twist around, trying to find some sort of ground to stand on, but only succeeding in heading face first into more speedo meat. What they loved even more was when Declan's confused little brain would think he was in actual danger of falling and made his hands come up to brace for impact. Rather than catching his body and preventing boo-boos, they just gave the men more perverse pleasure. His hands would land on, or right above the man's knees, trying to find something to grip. Their thighs were easily grab-able by his tiny digits, but after a healthy coating of sun lotion and sweating in the sun, there was little friction to grab onto the thick muscles with. Instead, they would slide up the legs, feeling all the hair and bunched muscle, coming to a rest at the man's inner thigh, high enough up to be a relatively untouched area. It was all the more sensual when small, slick hands felt them up. If the guy was really lucky, or if the man before him had given a particularly strong push, the boy's hands would slide up far enough that his thumbs would tease the space between speedo-clad balls and the tippy-top inner thigh. It happened to all of them at least a couple of times, and everyone's testicles had the same response of relaxing and becoming even bigger and looser, hoping to somehow spill out of the material and get a more intimate touch. Eventually, though, Declan would have a stroke of luck and find his footing. That's when Mike's, and surprisingly Samuel's, twisted sense of humor would kick in and they'd start laughing up a storm. The second Declan had steady legs, he'd stubbornly sink his feet into the sand and lock his knees, trying hard to keep steady in a storm of bulges. It was just like trying to get his hand out of Daddy's pec trap, though; no matter how hard he used his boy muscles, they couldn't stop the momentum his head already had going from constantly landing on an adult speedo bulge, sinking into the meat, and springing back with the added force of the man's hip thrust. The result was, frankly, hilarious looking. In place of a little moving blur bouncing between the bulges, he was now a little bean pole being knocked to and fro. Depending on which way Declan had stuck himself in the sand, a man could look do and see either the boy's cute little bubble-butt or much smaller package as his head went side to side to side. The sight of Declan's scrunched-up face and determined body sent Mike and Samuel into fits of giggles, spurred on by Richard's near constant belly laugh. It was too much fun for all of them to see tiny face meet monster bulge again, and again, and again. Declan wasn't having as much fun as his Daddy and new friends, though. He wasn't quite sure what feelings he was having, because things kept moving fast! He had had barely enough time to recover from hitting Tom's speedo thingy when he pushed him backwards with that same thingy. That was the last time he'd had any time to think, because after that it was just bouncebouncebounce, and he could barely focus on keeping his hands and feet under control. It was all super confusing when a boy couldn't see what was going on, just colorful flashes and minimal light. The only thing he could sense was the sand under his feet, the slick skin and hair that was sometimes under his hands, and a strange smell that was getting stronger and stronger in his nose. It was natural to feel safer when you 'know' where you're going, so Declan's face would always try to face the direction he was headed. Sometimes he moved too fast to get any bearings for a while, but he tried his best to face what was happening head-on. As he got better at the adjustment, it meant his little face was pressing against his landing pads more and more, and each time he felt himself squish against the semi-foreign objects. Whatever the smell was, it was thick in Declan's nose, and reminded him a lot of time spent cuddling with his Daddy, and time spent getting ready for his swim class at his all-grades school. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it at all. He was also learning it was better to breath during the slow-down as he landed in a bulge instead of as he was speeding in the open air, so he got bigger and bigger lungfulls of the mysterious scent. It calmed him down a little, strangely, but he was still in quite the pickle. The game of Boy Pong was keeping all the men's attentions for much longer than the previous game. For one, they were quite a bit tipsier. They had also broken down the physical barrier between each other, leading to lots of one armed side hugs, friendly back-clasps, and brotherly shoulder squeezes. They were all sharing their favorite new activity with their favorite new friends, and it was making it that much more erotic to essentially hump Declan's head into each other's crotches. It also turned them on just to feel each other. Not one man was blind to the fact that everyone in the group was handsome and rather sexy, so not only did Declan's baby-soft hair and boyish face feel against their meat, but their muscled shoulders and bronzed backs and slick skin all felt just as good against their hands. Manflesh and boyflesh in a tight circle, and it was making the men all feel better than they had in years. This time, innovation didn't come from boredom, but from a salacious high. More often than not, Declan would land on each of them in the middle of their semi-bloated shafts, only rarely touching any other part. All the men had a lot of other parts for the boy's head to touch, and the random landings were starting to tease the men a little too much. No one would remember who started it, but one of them, wanting some new pleasures, started to move his hips slightly, ensuring the boy landed where the man wanted him to land. They all went with where ever their distended crotches were telling them. Samuel, of course, favored having Declan ricochet off his ample balls, loving the dull slapping sensation it produced, feeling his balls squish against his thighs before shoving forward and sending Declan away. Tom enjoyed having Declan hit his belly, hungry for skin-to-skin contact, but his belly didn't have as much bounce as his bulge so he didn't do it too often for fear of banging the boy's nose. The other three did things evenly across their crotch. They all loved having Declan bang into every part of them, their balls, their shafts, the heads of their cocks, even their bush area sometimes. Any action with their cockheads was kept to a minimum, at first. After a couple hours of sunning, sweating, and now perving out, it was getting to be really sensitive down there. It gave them such a sexual thrill, shivers going up their backs anytime Declan's head landed perfectly on their glans, applying the right amount of pressure to make them give a loud sigh and groan. Conversation had started back up now that they had the rhythm down. It was much more relaxed than before, going from football to beer to movies to TV to football again, though it was frequently interrupted by exclamations. The sighing groans were common, as were Richard's deep and long laughs at some silly thought he'd had about his son. Stretches of silence from one man were common too, as he laid his head back, enjoying the sun on his body and the punctual boy-pressure on his bulge. Mike almost caught himself drooling a few times; it had been way too long since he had some buddy-fun with a boy, and he'd missed it like crazy, so he took the time to luxuriate in it. Once, during a time when Samuel was sunning himself and practically purring, he heard a frisbee land in the sand and skid into his feet. He was so lost in the moment, and it had become second-nature to propel Declan forward with his huge nuts, that he forgot where he was for a moment and turned around to bend over to pick-up the frisbee. He had just looked up and smiled at the boys who had thrown the frisbee when he heard Mike say 'Oh shit!' behind him and he felt something, or someone, run smack into his muscled ass. He kept the shock off his face as he threw the frisbee back to the grade-school boys, not wanting to look like some old creep. Luckily the boys ran away quickly, throwing the frisbee back and forth as they went. Once the coast was clear, Samuel hunched back a little to move the shocked boy, and turned around, blushing. Kent and Mike had cheshire grins, naturally, so it was probably one of them who knocked Declan right into his ass. Tom looked like he didn't know whether to be turned on or worried for Declan's face, muscley ass being not quite as springy as enormous balls, and Richard just looked intrigued. He also took Samuel's breath away. The Dad had caught his son, and was holding him safely against his paternal bulge, his huge hand holding the front of Declan's face and pressing him into his speedo. His mitt covered most of Declan's face, thick fingers accidentally stretching over the boy's mouth and curling around his chin. Declan's hands were trying to dislodge Daddy's fingers, wanting some air and space to get his bearings, but the distracted Dad mistook it for his son being playful, and just twiddled his fingers while keeping his grasp firm. Samuel could just barely make out the grunts and whines of effort that Declan was making, once again no match for his Dad's muscles. Richard's hand was just starting to move, infinitesimally, to start rubbing his baby boy's baby soft hair into his mound, when Mike cleared his throat loudly. Goddamn selfish guys trying to get in some one-on-one time, when this wasn't nearly the time for that. It pierced through Richard's contemplative zone-out, and he smiled sheepishly at the other man. He didn't even look down as he took his hand off of Declan's face and humped forward, drawing a surprised 'gah!' from Declan as the next round of Boy Pong took off. It was barely two minutes before Kent couldn't take it and needed to do a quick experiment to satisfy his curiosity. He studied the patterns of who-bounced-Declan-where until he found a good spot for what he wanted to do. It was unnecessary, though, because the second he turned around with some poorly acted surprise at something happening behind him, Samuel laughed and bounced Declan right into Kent's checkered butt. Heat shot through Kent's dick at the contact, especially once he glanced back and saw that Samuel was keeping his hips pressed forward, with Richard clapping him on the back. He thought he might shoot a premature load when he felt the barest hint of Declan's tongue touch the sweaty material before the boy pushed back a little against Samuel's balls so he had room to close his mouth. The little puppy must have had his mouth open as he sped towards Kent's ass! He finally felt precum crawl up his meatpipe for the first time that day, luckily hidden by the pattern on his speedo. Now this was something Kent had been missing. Boyface in mancrack. It wasn't too often that he could find a boy who wanted to go anywhere near a man's ass, which was something Kent really enjoyed. Few things felt better to him than a little tongue worming up his grown-up hole, so he was praying to the perverted gods down below that Declan would be open to it, and not leave Kent in the blue-balled, dry-holed doldrums. Samuel and Richard let Declan up after about ten seconds, so Kent bounced back and quickly turned around to get back into the game. Mike gave him a fist-pump, and surprisingly Richard did too. He had quite the grin on his face, and was obviously having his own ideas. Kent gave him his best encouraging smile. Richard gave everyone a wink, before he too slid around to face the ocean, and presented his beefy ass to the circle. They didn't waste even a millisecond before all four of them heaved forward and used their swelling speedos to push Declan face first into his Father's speedo covered ass. They all heard the contented sigh as the hairy Dad wiggled his butt to get his boy into a more comfortable position, and it worked, because he could feel Declan sink in a little deeper in, his substantial ass-cheeks getting a solid grip on his son's face. Richard smiled and waved at all the people walking down closer to the surf line, enjoying the fact that they were completely oblivious to the fact that he was enjoying pressing his ass against his underage son's face way too much. It made him laugh like a drunken loon. He knew Declan had gotten whiffs of his pitts, feet, and even his crotch a couple times, but never had his son smelled anything close to a man's ass, so Richard was glad that his was the first he got such an extended experience with. Why shouldn't he? He had a very close relationship with his son, already closer than the relationship Richard had with his own father, and it just didn't make sense to him to keep anything from Declan, including how his hairy butt smelled. He hoped his son would appreciate the effort he was making. He looked back at his friends and gave them another bawdy wink and laugh. They were all remaining in constant bulge-to-boy contact, doing their part in making sure his baby boy got up close and personal with a very private part of his father. He gave one last twisted tongue waggle as he watched Tom grunt softly and press his bulge a little harder against his new favorite boy, then turned around to enjoy the beautiful ocean. Declan was shocked, and if he had the room to talk and express that, no one would have been surprised. First he bumped into Samuel's butt, which wasn't so bad 'cause Daddy held the boy close to his warm speedo thingy, which made him feel tons better, even if Dad's big sweaty hand had kind of covered his whole face. But then Daddy went right back to bumping him around, and soon enough Kent turned around and Samuel pushed him right into HIS butt! That time his mouth had been open from Samuel's sudden surge forward, so he'd gotten a mouthful of speedo butt. He'd even gotten some speedo on his tongue, and boy did it taste strange. Even though it was just a swimsuit, Kent had been wearing it all day and hadn't gone into the ocean, so that flavor the rested on Declan's tongue was something unique to Kent; his clean, sweaty ass. Declan had slurped his tongue into his mouth quick when he realized what it was touching, but that just made him taste it even more. It...wasn't bad. It gave Declan those warm tummy feelings again, finally back for the first time since his morning cuddle with Daddy. He was quickly brought out of Kent's butt, interrupting his tummy-fuzzies. Then it was back to being bumped around. He didn't get any reprieve at all, except for the very small moment of stillness as he watched his big Daddy grin, turn around, and point his big butt right at Declan! This wasn't as scary, because he could see it coming, and it was his Daddy, but it was still weird. Daddy's butt was a lot bigger and squishier than Samuel or Kent's. It was like landing on a cushion when Declan felt all those big speedo thingies push his face into Daddy's butt, and he sunk in even deeper when Daddy was silly and wiggled his rear-end. He thought he might sink in entirely!, but it was only about an inch before he came to a stop. There wasn't any light coming in between Daddy's butt and everyone else's speedo. There was also little fresh air, and he was starting to be in there for longer than Kent's, so he had no choice but to take a breath. It had an immediate effect on Declan. The little ball of stress that had been sitting in his chest started to unravel. He became light-headed again, and his arms hung limply at his sides. The scent was even harder to describe than what Kent's speedo tasted like. It reminded him of whenever he would play outside while Daddy did yard-work, and Daddy would come and scoop him up and give him some sweaty cuddles. It was pure Daddy, but different than the heady scent that radiated from his armpits. It was thicker, made his head feel foggy. Made his little button get stiff. He couldn't help but slowly breath in and out, filling his tiny lungs with the smell of his father's hairy, sweaty ass. The boy's fuzzy brain got even fuzzier as he felt himself getting some kind of head massage. He could feel those big, squishy speedo things slowly rubbing up and down is head, ruffling his hair as they all applied soft pressure to make sure he stayed where he was. It made him relax even further. All the boy could hear was the waves, the quiet brushing sound of bulges languidly humping his hair, and his Daddy's laugh. All he could smell was warm, sweaty speedo. He would have totally zoned out and gotten lost to the feelings if the panic hadn't started to rise again, boy-body not able to get any oxygen from sweat-soaked speedo. He sluggishly started to pat Daddy's thighs, trying to catch his attention. Richard's thickening cock surged, just as Kent's had, when he felt his son exhale and inhale softly, mouth and nose pressed right against the lycra which itself was right against his hole. He could feel the precum spurt against his speedo, wondering if it made a sound from how powerful it felt. He himself could have drooled from such intimate contact with his beloved son, but he just kept his shit-eating grin plastered on his face and laughed and waved and winked at all the passing men. It took him a few seconds to feel his son's boyish hands slapping his thighs, luckily coinciding with Richard's decision that they'd had enough father-son bonding for right now. He gave one last push back onto his son before easing up and turning around, slotting back into the circle as the others stopped pushing forward as well. Declan had that sleepy look in his eyes again, and he slumped forward a little once they were all back in place, forehead falling right against Richard's glans. Once again, Richard cupped a large, hairy hand around his little guy's head and held him there for a second, letting his boy get a moment of actual rest. It really was only a moment until Declan's wits came back to him as he looked up at his Daddy and gave one of his cute, shy smiles. Richard crouched down for a second, hand still cupped around his son's head. "I love you, sweet boy." He said, surprised by how husky his voice was. It wasn't often that he talked to Declan while leaking precum. "I love you too, Daddy!" Declan said, cheerful mood back after the harrowing rounds of Boy Pong. Richard looked warmly at his son, eyes taking in the familiar and beloved face, looking at every little eyelash and freckle and curve. There was only one inconsistency with what he remembered from the last time he looked intensely at his boy. Right in the middle of his forehead was a shiny spot. It wasn't sweat, because no other part of Declan looked shiny, and it definitely wasn't snot, which was always a strong contender when there was an unknown substance on his son. This time, Richard really did hear a quiet splrt as his fat cock squirted another dose of precum into his speedos, the same fluid that was dabbed on his precious son's forehead. He got a slight feeling of vertigo as he stared at the glistening dot. He leaned forward and laid a soft kiss right on the spot, fatherly affection not quite the first thing in his heart. He could feel it on his lips, already slightly cool. He licked his lips as he leaned back, tasting his son's skin mixed with his own cock fluid. He gave Declan a smile the boy couldn't quite decipher, but one that the other men recognized from over Declan's head. Richard stood back up, keeping his eyes fixed on his son as he got his first good look at what he'd done to his Dad's white speedo. It was larger, as was always the case when looking at Richard's bulge after a while, but it was no longer a sphere of loose cockmeat. Now it was an oblong shape, bulging out even further up and to one side, past the point where obscene could even begin to describe it. At the tip of the white oval was a darker stain, slowly spreading bigger and bigger. Richard gave his erect cock a strong flex, delighting on how Declan's eyes became as big as saucers as the speedo strained even more and the oblong lump jumped. He had barely had the conception of what was in their rounded bulges; now that it was stretched and throbbing, it practically broke the poor boy's brain. Richard had a sudden curiosity, and tore his eyes away from his entranced son to see if the other men had crossed as many lines as Richard had. It seemed they were all in the same boat. Kent's cock ran along the the edges of his speedo towards his hip, completely filling out the material and making it look lewdly thick and long. Mike still had the blue bar in his speedos, now thicker and much harder looking, and Richard could see the edge of his cockhead, pointing down towards the sand, and Declan. Samuel's crotch looked like a rainbow triangle, erection pointing up while his gonads remained heavy, stretching his speedo in two directions. Poor Tom looked slightly wrecked, big chest heaving, his rotund stomach going up and down on his own totally filled out package. Richard could sympathize; it was an intense feeling to be obviously and proudly hard in front of a kid. They were all leaking too, the only dry bulge being Declan's. Richard thought that he might be the only heavy leaker of the group, but he was quickly proved wrong as all the men's precum spots on their speedos grew before his eyes now that they weren't trying to keep their oozing erections under control. They were also all starting to look pretty damn desperate. They'd been playing in their circle for about an hour now, and Richard at least hadn't masturbated in a few days. Hesitation finally wormed it's way into his brain. Did he really want five men using his little boy to get off? And how? They'd been pushing the line for public indecency the entire time, no way they'd be able to get away with, what, oral sex? Just the thought of the other men using Declan for that sort of action made him mad, so it was totally off the plate. But, god, the dad was feeling horny and sexed up. If Boy Pong got them this far, it could take them the rest of the way, if that's what a guy wanted, right? He gave his dick one last flex as he stepped into his Pong spot, the rest of them coming to attention after having their own little zone-outs watching the scene. "Try to aim for your balls most of the time, don't wanna poke his eyes out or anything." Richard cracked, lightening the mood. The men laughed darkly, gyrating their hips in preparation. "Ready, baby?" Richard asked his son. "Uh huh." Declan said absentmindedly. He was still distracted by his Daddy's bulge, so he hadn't quite heard the question. He was once again unprepared for an adult bulge to thump into his face and send him recoiling into another game, this time with not-so-squishy landings, and a lot more grunts from the men. The beers had been finished by now, cans hastily thrown back in the cooler, so all hands were free. It felt right for them to all put their arms around each other, giving appreciative squeezes to cannonball shoulders, toned backs, and thick necks. Their feeling of camaraderie grew even more, fueling the growth in their swim wear. Out of the corner of his eye, Richard saw Kent's fleshy melons rocking back and forth. He had to admit, he was intrigued about Declan's experience with them. It was a small accident that he'd gone face-first into Samuel's ass, but he'd spent a good ten seconds with his face in Kent's. Richard wondered if Declan enjoyed it, if he'd gotten in any sniffs too, and...hell, Richard was just curious what it smelled like, because it looked tasty as hell. It was easy to slide his hand down from Kent's shoulders to the edge of his speedos. He felt the toned cheeks as they bunched and relaxed from his thrusting, then purposefully dragged his fingers right down the crack. He heard Kent choke a little, so for added measure he slipped some fingers underneath the checkered speedo and toyed with the sweaty ass hair for a second. Kent shot him a dirty look, but Richard just gave him a cheeky smirk and removed his hand, bringing them right up to his nose. Smelled pretty good, actually, just some nice clean man sweat. Kent's eyes widened as he watched the beefy dad smell his sweaty, ass-flavored fingers. Jesus Christ, that was pretty unexpected. The dude was probably trying to be a good Dad, experiencing what his son experienced to make sure it wasn't too bad, something sappy like that. Kent was never one to be upstaged, and he was curious as hell too, wondering how the scent of his Dad's ass, of all things, could cause Declan to become so calm and relaxed. His wandering hand copied Richard's, sliding down his sweaty back, come down to palm Richard's burly cheeks. He gave a naughty squeeze to tease the man, but got right to work by slipping his fingers right into the sweaty, hairy ass trench. He got his fingers nice and coated with taint sweat, giving Richard a charming smile as he, too, sniffed his digits. A little more pungent than his own, probably, but it was hard to avoid concentrated musk with a guy as hairy as Richard. The two glanced at the other three men, making sure Mike was still absorbed in trying to get Tom to talk even though the man had to pause anytime Declan came in contact with him. while Samuel laughed at his friend, then shrugged and offered each other their own butt sweat. Declan wouldn't have noticed it, having nothing to compare the smells to, but he just got whiffs of some real hot and sweaty man ass. Kent didn't have much in the way of hair to keep the scent trapped in his crack, but he'd had a day full of activity since the early morning, and no shower before he hit the beach, so it was cleanly ripe. Declan had gotten a not-so-tiny smell of it while his face was smushed against the checkered material, something that didn't escape either of the men's attentions. And Richard's ass! He did have a shower before the beach, but he was a big hairy guy playing in the sun, so there was a healthy layer of sweat in his ass too, which Declan got an even longer meeting with. The Dad huffed his own ass-scent as he remembered the feeling of his little boy's nose pressed right against his hole, a light current of air signaling Declan was sniffing all on his own. His own son getting Dad's ass-musk up the cutest nose in existence. It made both their cocks throb and balls finally tighten up a little rather than just get loose. They got in one last snort before moving their hands, already getting weird looks from Sam. Still, every once in a while they'd sneak a smell of the other man's musk, thinking about the same smell stuck up Declan's nose. Tom must have felt left out from all the fun, because out of the blue he turned around too, hoping for some extended contact. Kent and Mike would have gone for it and pushed Declan in again, but Richard grunted loudly and slapped one hand on Kent's chest to keep him from going forward, Mike stopping as well. "Sorry buds, that train left the station. Maybe some other time. Just let him bounce off." Call him territorial, but Richard wanted his aroma to be the most recent on Declan for a while. Or maybe just call him horny, because Richard's balls were starting to churn and he didn't want to blow while his son was getting an extended sample of another man's ass. Tom looked abashed when he turned around after Declan rebounded, but there were no hard feelings. Richard kept his hand clapped on Tom's shoulder, and even sent Declan to him a few times in a row, a hard task when Tom was standing right next to him. The butt bumping was yet another thing that all the men got in on. Richard thought he would bust a seam watching Declan bounce off all their firm behinds, the ass-muscles jiggling in a unique way. The group must have looked plain silly now, a bunch of men laughing and randomly turning around to show-ff their asses to the group. The energy around them kept growing. Their bounces got harder and harder, Declan moving faster and faster as more force was applied, making it feel better on both the incoming landing and the outgoing push. They all started leaking more too, their overworked balls producing record amounts of cock-drool and pumping it right into their speedos. Slowly, they all became aware of a special sound teasing their ears, though it took them a minute to place what it was. Plwp "Hnng." Mike grunted. Shlp "Jesus." Samuel mumbled. Sqlch "Oh fuck, ohfuck, ohfuck." The wet sound finally broke Tom, who just tilted his head back and let his hips go on auto-pilot, finally overwhelmed by the situation turning so overtly sexual. Thmp Kent just laughed, feeling a flood of slime leak down his shaft and pouch. Schlk Richard's pupils were blown wide as he stared down at Declan, once again feeling intense sexual vertigo. He licked his lips, and gave a wet thrust as Declan came and went. They must have all had pent-up, backed-up, churned-up balls because every man had quickly soaked his speedo in slick precum, so now the dull-thuds of Declan rebounding off their bulges was a louder, wetter, lewder slap noise. There was no mistaking it. Something about cocks, their spongy hardness and lack of muscle and bone, meant that no matter what it slapped or hit or bounced off of, a man could always tell that a dick was involved. It always had a nasty edge to it, some hidden note that let every man who hear it think, fuck yeah, someone's cock is getting some action. It was the nastiest sound Richard had ever heard. They were all grunting more and talking less, and even Richard was going against his own advice and shifting his hips so that Declan's head hit the sweet spot right under his cock head every time. Their speedos weren't the only thing getting covered, either. Declan's sweet face was getting shinier and shinier, his hair becoming matted down in some places. The precum was even starting to splatter onto the men's bellies and thighs as Declan bounced into wetter and wetter packages. Any naive thoughts that they were still having some silly fun with a cute boy had gone out the window by now and gotten run over by a truck. They were a group of five adult men, pedophiles, tightly circled around a young boy, hard cocks tenting their speedos and leaking pre-fuck-slop all over themselves and the boy as they purposefully used him to get themselves off. And they were quickly approaching the point where they wouldn't be satisfied until they fully got off. Over the sound of the waves and music floating over from college boy's boom-boxes, Richard could hear Declan start to make little frustrated grunty sounds. He was very familiar with them; anytime he wouldn't flex his pecs enough, or try to go piss after Declan had a nightmare, or not give him enough kisses when picking him up from school, Declan would make soft little grunt-whines and get frustrated that cuddle-time wasn't lasting long enough. Richard's eyebrows furrowed as his son slid across his slippery speedo a little as he landed, still making the sounds as he bucked him off with his balls. He couldn't imagine why he was whining right now. "Da-oomf." Was he trying to get his Dad's attention? "Wai-glmf." Tom had opened his eyes just in time to see Declan's open mouth make contact with his dripping balls, causing the man to groan loudly and slam his eyes shut again. There wasn't enough air-time for him to get out any words before he banged into a bulge. Whatever it was, as long as Declan was making frustrated noises instead of fearful noises, Richard knew it could fuckin wait. That didn't make the boy very happy, because the next time Richard looked down his son was back in a standing phase and looking up at him with the same betrayed look he had on his face the first time Richard had dropped him off for school. Those adorable green eyes were even starting to look a little wet, which Richard hoped wasn't anyone's precum because that probably wasn't a healthy fluid for eyeballs. Then he saw Declan's nose flaring, snorting up some thick precum and Richard understood. His baby boy was about to start with his crocodile tears 'cause Daddy wasn't paying enough attention to him. Richard wasn't gonna fall for it though. Declan knew well enough that tantrums and fake tears didn't get him anywhere with Daddy. It was a shot through the heart every time he to had reprimand his son, but it was an important part of parenting. Real tears got hours and hours of kisses and cuddles, fake tears got no sympathy, and he'd become very good at telling the difference. Sure enough, big fat tears spilled down Declan's cheeks just as he lost his footing again, making the wet sounds that much louder from the added moisture. The heavy pit in Richard's stomach that always appeared when he had to be stern with his son mingled with the heat that had been pooling in his crotch. He felt fucking twisted when his dripping bulge clashed with his son's teary face and bounced him. If Declan were in pain, or truly scared, he would have stopped, he would have beat the rest of them to the ground and protected his baby boy. But he wasn't, and instead it was just so fucking sexy. He knew what the tears were, that Declan was just frustrated, but things were coming to a head soon, and his son wasn't upset and...god-fucking-damnit he just humped his fat cock all over his son's crying face and it made Richard's balls convulse. It looked like Kent and Mike noticed the tears too. They both become stilted with their thrusts, not sure whether they should continue or not. They couldn't keep their eyes off of the tear tracks through their precum, pouches heaving with strong pulses. Fuckers were getting off on it. It made Richard's fists clench and his own pouch throb. "He okay?" Mike whispered, trying not to alert Tom, lost in his pleasure or Samuel, who would probably raise more than Mike's token fuss. "He's fine," Richard grunted. "Just pissy about something. It's getting to be lunch time, you know how it is." They look relieved, which eased the tension in Richard a little. It was obvious that Kent was trying to keep down a fit of the giggles as he rapped his mound on Declan's head with renewed vigor. Mike was a little more restrained, but Richard could see the twisting darkness in their eyes. His cock throbbed again. A little more time passed, and the men, excluding Tom, looked down at their straining bulges, thinking the same thing. Boy Pong: Soaked Edition felt great, fucking fantastic, but it wouldn't be able to make them shoot the thick loads of cum that were practically boiling in their balls. The pressure was too sporadic. It needed to be constant, and dynamic. Richard knew what they would have to do if they wanted to squirt. He took his hand that had been slowly massaging Tom's shoulder and moved it to his neck to get the man's attention. Once his wild eyes were focused Richard, he nodded down at his son with a 'well, what can you do?' look on his face. "Close up the ranks, boys." He rumbled softly. They were lucky they each only had to take a single step forward to completely tighten up the circle, or else they probably would have tripped over their feet. The group of men was a huge bundle of nerves, excitement, tension, and most of all, completely horned-up and perved-out pedobrains with flimsy control over all their massive muscles. Their thighs squeezed impossibly closer to each other, shoulders and chests now bumping together too. If Declan were any shorter, he'd be completely hidden under a canopy of protuberant cockmeat. As it was, he instead had a vibrant mane of speedos. You could just barely see his nose peaking out from Mike's navy blue mountain, green eyes peering blearily up at the men. Mike was pleased with it, but it wouldn't do at all for Richard. He reached a big paw down and got a firm grasp on his son's slippery head. It almost looked like someone pissed on the poor boy, there was so much preslime splattered around his head, wetting his hair down. He gently but firmly started to twist Declan's head, going slow enough so the boy could rotate the rest of his body at the same time. Kent whimpered a little as Declan's mouth dragged across his sensitive speedo-covered cock. Richard didn't bother trying to move his hips back to give his boy more room to move, and neither did the other men, preferring to keep a tight circle of bulges on Declan at all times. Once Declan's face was fully pressed into the paternal mound, Richard used a big thumb to wipe some slime and tears out from under his eyes, and ruffled his hair, chuckling as it stuck up in all different directions. "You okay, baby boy?" Richard asked, not bothering to kneel down this time. Declan leaned back and wiggled his head a bit to get his mouth above the bulge line. "Yeah, Daddy." His little lips were glistening with a layer of cock juice. The other men watched with rapt attention. "Got a little upset there, huh? What does Daddy say about crying just for attention?" He said sternly. The boy blushed and looked apologetic, but couldn't move his head enough to look down at the ground. "Daddy says I shouldn't cry wolf. I'm sorry, Daddy, I just wanted to cuddle." Declan said, nuzzling his cheek into Daddy's shining swell. It throbbed under his cheek, drawing a giggle that made the rest of the men smile darkly. "We will, sweetie, we will. Just a little bit longer, okay? Just one more game." Richard said, starting to breath a little heavier. "Just stand there and...and be a good boy, okay?" Richard wanted to cringe as he said it, it was such a clichéd thing to say when you were molesting a boy, but fuck if it didn't make Declan stand a little straighter and give a cheerful smile. "Okay, Daddy!" Richard smiled back as he pushed Declan's face back down into his meat. He'd get a crick in his neck if he stayed looking up. Richard removed his hand from the middle so his son wasn't quite as crowded. Declan's green eyes never left his Father's though, looking up calmly, and trustingly. It made his balls tighten up as he ever so slowly started to roll his hips. A low groan snaked it's way out of his lips as he stared at his boy and humped his cute little face. The other men started at their own pace, knowing if they went at it too hard people farther away would notice their thrusting asses. It could have given someone seasickness, the way all their bulges were slowly moving up and down at different heights and speeds, spreading around an even thicker layer of leaking ballslime. There was even a quiet,slick sound, different from the plops from earlier, as slimy bulges gyrated against a mucky face. Every now and then a man would grunt, thrust, and freeze, obviously riding the edge of orgasm. No one wanted to be the first to blow, but neither did they want to prolong their torture anymore. Suddenly, Richard gave a loud groan, his eyes rolling back into his head for a second as his abs gave a severe flex so he wouldn't buck forward and knock out a tooth. "Gettin close there, Dick?" Mike said, an old-hand at keeping himself riding the perfect edge while playing. "Hnng, kinda, but," Richard gasped. "Little fucker's licking my pouch." He ground out. The others whipped their eyes down and zeroed in on Declan's mouth, groaning along with Richard when they saw his pink little tongue dart out and lick and lap at his father's obscene bulge. It felt a m a z i n g to Richard, both physically and mentally. Any guy could tell you that a hot tongue on your dick after a years-long dry spell was hot, but fewer could tell you the intense awe at watching and feeling your son taste his Father's dicksnot for the first time. His son could only lap at the part that was directly in front of his mouth, the very middle of Richard's long, fat cock. Richard knew he shouldn't, that the licking was bad enough, but a part of him thought that Declan should taste the full stretch. If his boy wanted to lick, Richard would be a bad Dad if he didn't offer him more than one spot to lick since his poor little boy couldn't move his head on his own right now. He pushed his hips forward a centimeter at a time, letting his sweet boy get a taste of every spot. He stopped when he got to his balls, and let them rest there for a second, groaning again as he felt a large nut try to force it's way into Declan's mouth. It was an awkward position, his hips shifted forward so much, so Richard went back to a resting state and he knew he shouldn't do this, it was going too far, but Richard couldn't help himself. He didn't stop at his normal position, just kept going in the other direction so that Declan was now licking up his shaft instead of down. His hand automatically went to Declan's head to make sure he stayed still as he finally brought his leaking cockhead to Declan's tongue. His thick cock was uncut, but the humping motions had been enough to retract his foreskin so there was nothing but speedo separating Declan's mouth and his Dad's leaking piss slit. He kept Declan's head in place as his dick gave a hefty flex. Richard could see the huge bead of precum form, the material so thin and saturated that as far as the precum was concerned, there was nothing there. Declan's cute little pink tongue lapped it right up. Richard imagined it slipping down his throat, coating his entire mouth with Daddy's goo. Before he could bust from the image, he slide his hips down to a resting position, for real this time, going back to the grind and hump to keep the sweet friction up. Declan's eyes were starting to dilate, just like his Dad's, obviously enjoying the tasty treat dripping down his gullet. Richard slowed down his humping to make it easier for Declan to lick, and in return went up and down a lot farther, though not quite to the extremes from before, while the others sped up a little, really starting to mess up the boy's hair. The combination of bulges pushing his head more, and his father's bulge going from base to just below the head on Declan's mouth meant that it was hard for him to maintain eye contact. And when that happened, he started being aware of all the things going on around him. Particularly a bright red lump that kept shifting in and out of his side vision. If Declan's precum-drenched brain could remember correctly, that red lump belonged to Tom. Tom was really nice! His hands were really big and warm like Daddies, and when he waggled his thingy at Declan it gave him those fuzzies in his tummy. Well, he got fuzzies in his tummy for his other new friends too, but Tom was still the nicest. His red thingy was all shiny and wet too. Was it covered in the same stuff as Daddies? Declan wondered if it would taste the same, so he looked to left as best he could, which wasn't very far, and started straining his tongue towards big red mound. "Haha, damn!" Mike guffawed. "Boy's hungry for it now, huh?" Richard shot him a dirty look, but didn't say anything. It was tactless, but it was the truth. "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod." Tom mumbled, staring as the boy's tongue got closer and closer to his dick. His breathing became shorter. Richard's hand came up to the back of Tom's neck in a comforting grip. His other hand left Kent's back to twist Declan's head a little more so he was fully pressed into Tom. "Go for it, dude. It's okay." He whispered gently. Tom started bucking, caught somewhere between an animal rut and not wanting to hurt the boy. Richard kept up equal pressure on the back of Declan's head, pushing him into the pulsating bulge. The other men gave their encouragement too. Tom made a high-pitched whining sounds, losing more control of his hips. His desperate and fearful eyes bored into Declan's cloudy ones, with Richard looking back and forth between them. "Shoot, bud," Richard whispered as Declan's tongue finally made contact. "Shoot!" Tom bellowed as quietly as he could and gave one last thrust, smashing his balls against Declan's face as he unloaded his heavy load. He came with such force the cum squirted right through his speedo, splattering all over his belly. A couple clumps managed to fall into Declan's hair, but most it went on himself. His round belly was covered in the stuff. Richard took his hand off of Declan, relaxing the pressure against Tom's now-sensitive crotch, and started rubbing the cum in. "Can't have ya covered in cum, people could see." He mumbled, rubbing his hand in the sticky mess. Tom shivered with the aftershock, the belly-rub and wiggling tongue on his cock and balls starting to melt his brain. "It's okay, bud. You're good." Richard whispered. "Yeah," Kent said breathlessly. "You're fine, just relax. And don't think of breaking the circle, we're not done yet." Once it looked less like a big cum-load all over Tom's stomach and more like sloppily rubbed in sun tan lotion, Richard withdrew his shaking hand and pat Declan on the head a few times. "Good boy." He said softly, still humping along with the other men, all a little hungrier in their eyes. Tom was just standing there now, not moving his bulge, but allowing it to be a cushion so the other men could thrust without Declan going anywhere. Samuel suddenly spoke up after a stretch of silence, only broken by grunts and Declan's thick sniffles. "I'm not gonna last much longer." He groaned, body sweating heavily from the tension. Richard thought it was more like he didn't want to last longer, but that didn't matter. Declan had already started to try to turn to see what was going on, so he once again helped his son along, enjoying the sideways swipe of his hair against his cock. Declan gave another lick as he passed Tom's, causing the man to shudder. Guess he liked what he tasted the first time around. When Declan was finally facing Samuel, Richard kept his fingers there just as he had with Tom, though this time he could free his thumb to tease the underside of his cockhead so he could stay near the edge while just rubbing his balls on the back of his son's head. Samuel took a deep breath as his bulge now rubbed across Declan's face. Now he could understand why Tom whined; it felt way too intense and dirty to be rubbing his bulge against a boy's face, and he didn't have the boy-loving feelings he suspected his friend had. He was just a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, but this wasn't the first time the flow had deposited him high and not-so-dry in an illegal situation. But Declan was so obviously into it. His tongue was still out, lapping up and drinking down all his cock nectar, even trying to reach the bulges to his sides sometimes too, tongue constantly straining in all directions. Stretching his mouth out, even showing flashes of glistening pink. Shit. He had to act quick because his fingers were suddenly itching to get a little wet, and he knew Richard wouldn't appreciate that at all, so he did the only thing he could think of the block the site and make him cum at the same time. Samuel took another deep breath and raised his crotch up and forward, setting his immense testicles right on the bridge of Declan's nose. Samuel started grinding down like that, putting all the pressure on his balls. He watched as they expanded and spread out, totally covering Declan's eyes and spilling over his cheeks. The boy gave a very muffled surprised but happy yell, vibrations making Samuel's balls quiver. You could barely see any sight of the boy, his face being masked by bullnuts, the back of his head covered by his Dad's hand. Samuel was right on the cusp of orgasm when Declan tried to shift and just ended up pushing his head up sharply, the sight of it and the slight ache sending Samuel right over the edge, soundless as his face screwed up and his tongue hung out. Samuel's jizz arced over Declan and splattered right on Richard and Kent, the wider Dad getting the brunt of the load. Some would have gotten on Declan had Richard's hand not been there, but instead he felt the hot cum on his chest and his hand. Once Samuel's balls had been totally drained, he sagged back down, bulge slipping off Declan's face, already going back to a loose and jiggling state. Richard immediately started rubbing the cum into his skin to get rid of it, no longer needing a hand to keep Tom upright, face scrunched in mild disgust. Kent left his stomach as is, because he had more important things on his mind. "I gotta go next, before I die of fuckin dehydration." He panted. He was the heaviest leaker of the group, and he'd been leaking for a while. His crotch was soaked, his legs were soaked, and his balls felt like they were about to explode from being overworked. He needed to cum. Now. Richard didn't waste anytime in spinning Declan towards Kent, giving Mike's bulge some much-needed tongue attention on the way. It was habit now for Richard to keep his hand on his boy's head, making sure it didn't go anywhere while the men used it as a humping post. His wet thumb now stroked his son's hair, meaty cock throbbing to the same tempo he moved his thumb to. Kent slowed down his thrusting and increased the pressure, hovering just under where it might cause Declan some discomfort. He needed quality over quantity when it came to friction, and he wanted this to be just right. He caught Declan's eyes as the boy peered up, tongue still going like a boy surrounded by lollipops. An adult would have been made nervous by the constant and intense eye-contact, but Declan was unaffected, unable to read into what was going on in Kent's mind. He thought Kent was really nice, second behind Tom, so Declan was happy to be receiving such attention from him. Kent flashed the boy his big friendly smile, same as when he approached him on the beach a couple hours before. Declan tried to smile back, but it was hard smiling when three huge bulges were banging against your face. Kent appreciated the effort anyway, because it looked hot as hell. "Hey there, little guy." He said softly, smile turning into a smirk. He looked to Richard to quickly nod his head back, indicating he should ease back to let Declan respond, then shifted his eyes back to Declan's. Richard grunted and gently grabbed his son's head a little tighter and pulled back on the slimy locks. "glrb-Hi Kent-umgf." Declan said, or tried to say. It sounded like he was speaking through a mouthful of thick goo, which he was. Richard moved his face back into the soaking mass. Kent chuckled. He made sure Declan was looking and paying attention, not in a little zone out from the taste of all the precum he'd ingested so far, before he deliberately slide his hand down his chest and got some of Samuel's cum on his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and slowly licking them, trying hard to mirror every lick and lap that Declan was giving him. He visibly swallowed some of the cum. Tasted pretty good, but not as good as it felt knowing Declan was watching his every move. "Been having lots of fun today, huh?" Kent asked, almost condescendingly. Richard pulled back Declan again so he could give a garbled yes, then moved it back, this time rubbing him in a little bit. His breathing was getting a little short, big chest heaving. He probably should have been more upset or concerned or something that Kent was talking directly to his son while molesting him. "Yeah. Lots of fun. Hey, remember when you put your face in my butt?" The man asked, glossing over some of the final details of the memory in favor of some subtler tactics. Declan quickly nodded and mumbled uh huh, uh huh before Richard could move his head back. Kent cracked a twisted smile. "That was pretty funny, huh? Pretty fuckin funny to wiggle my butt in your face, huh." Kent giggled, licking down some more of Samuel's cum. "Yeah, real funny. Butt wiggle, haha." Declan said as his Dad gave him some room, giggling along with his big friend. He buried his face into the checkered bulge, once again too quick for his Dad. Kent's breathing got a little shallower, his mound throbbing and humping away at Declan's face. He could feel it rising in his balls. "Nng, yeah. Hey, Declan, I felt your tongue, ya know, on my butt. How'd it taste, and smell?" He asked, looking intensely at Declan. Richard was ready for it this time, and hauled Declan out before the boy could do it himself. Declan didn't have anything to say though, and just looked confused. He could remember how it smelled, kind of, but no words were coming to him. His little tongue hung out as he panted. He was too worked up to remember any specific words, and just wanted to lick some more tasty bulges. Kent moaned a little as he saw Declan was having trouble, and decided to help him out. "Do you think my butt tasted good?" He asked clearly. Declan smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah it did!" Richard's eyes were black as coal now, the words having a powerful effect on him. To hear Declan vocalize it sent new thrills down his spine. "Did it taste good too?" Kent licked the last of Samuel's load off his fingers. "Yeah, tasted good." Declan grinned. "Can you say that for me, buddy?" Kent asked carefully, making sure Declan understood through his precum-foggy brain. "Can you tell me how my butt smelled and tasted?" Declan giggled loudly at the silly question, precum sparkling on his cheeks. "Your butt smelled good! Your butt tasted good too, but that was an accident." "Jesus, dude..." Samuel whispered under his breath, but Kent paid him no mind. Nothing mattered now but busting a huge load. He was so so close, even without his cock rubbing all over Declan's face, his was close to orgasm, but he had one last plan to get through. "I'm glad you liked my butt, bud. What about your Daddy's butt? What'd you think of Daddy's big butt?" Both Kent and Richard held their breaths as Declan considered the question. Richard's head was swimming. Declan smiled widely, stretching his cheeks. "I liked it! Daddy's butt smelled really, really great. I didn't taste it, but it smelled great!" The boy paused for a second, wondering if he should admit how it made him feel. It was naughty, but he knew all the men were being naughty too. He looked to his Daddy, who had no idea what his son was going to say or do, but nodded vigorously anyways. Declan looked between Kent and his Daddy because he wanted to answer Kent's question and tell Daddy. "It made my thingy tingle and feel really good." He said joyfully. "Oh, fuucckkk, yes!" Kent moaned, sperm practically flying out of his cock as he had an assistance-free orgasm. Of course the slutty little puppy loved the scent of his Father's ass so much it gave him a stiffie. It was so hot for Kent to hear the boy say that, but even hotter for him to know that Richard heard it too. He grunted and groaned as he squirted all down his leg, covering his thighs and Declan's legs and toes too. Declan giggled the whole way through it, feeling so naughty from the confession, wiggling his toes and enjoying the warm slimy feeling. Kent had a stupidly pleased look on his face as he came down from his perverted high, soft bulge joining Samuel and Tom's as bumpers so Mike and Richard could finish up too. He hoped seeing his bud and a Dad bust all over Declan wouldn't reinvigorate his boner, because he didn't think he was up for more public fun right now. It was actually a miracle no one had come up to them yet, especially now that they were being more careless with their thrusts. Kent was sure their asses looked exactly like they were fucking something. He looked around a little, knowing the rest of the guys were a little too distracted to think of it. It was getting to be lunchtime now, so the families and groups were all focused on eating lunch, not sparing many glances towards the group of men. They'd been in the circle for long enough that they'd become a part of the scenery, thankfully, and while he spied a few odd looks from some passing men, they looked more intrigued than anything, so they weren't in any danger of being approached or reported. He looked back at the action, and rolled his eyes. The two big hairy men were locked in some kind of staring contest. They were only looking down very sparingly, so they missed the sexy sight. Declan was still facing Kent, who was standing between the two men. He had his chin resting on Kent's bulge, little face turned upward, mouth open and tongue desperately trying to get a good taste of the two huge bulges that were thrusting at the sides of his head. The boy looked like a debauched whore, and the men were missing it because they were in some pissing contest. Well, precumming contest. Neither man was gonna give up though. It had started because Mike put his hands on Declan, to try to turn him towards his bulge so he could have some fun too. Richard hadn't appreciated that, and had pushed his hand away, so now they were staring at each other, nostrils flaring like bulls. Mike didn't like fussy Dads getting in the way of his cock, and Richard didn't like the pervert being so pushy. He also didn't like how Mike wasn't backing down. He was the ultimate authority over his son, and it rubbed him the wrong way that Mike seemed to be challenging that. Tom gulped, worrying that the situation might get a little out of control. The men were focusing more on each other than Declan. Both men reminded him of all the cocky quarterbacks on the teams he'd been on, so used to being the leader in any given situation that when someone challenged them it just pissed them off, and they weren't dealing with their irritation very well at all. Already, their thrusting humps were starting to get a little...forceful. The schlps from their wet packages rubbing against Declan's slick head were getting louder, and even the three soft speedo-mounds couldn't stop his head from starting to move with the roughness of the thrusts. If they weren't careful, they'd hurt the boy. The two men's faces started turning red, and it was obvious that they weren't going to monitor their amplified humps. Left unchecked, they might go until they were slamming their hips against each other, Declan forgotten in their annoyance with each other. Tom couldn't take it anymore, and put his hands on both of their straining crotches, stopping them cold. It was the first time Tom had ever touched another man, and it was slimy as hell, but not all that gross. "Guys, calm down. Just cum already so we can all go cool off." He said, trying to soothe both men. The linebacker could feel Declan licking the back of his hand. Mike grunted and rubbed his bulge against Tom's palm. "Fine, I just want the boy in my crotch, and I'm good." Richard looked like he was going to protest, but Samuel interrupted. His speedo was starting to feel uncomfortably sticky, and he didn't want to wait around forever for two alpha bulls to fight over petty shit. "Fair's fair, dude. He can't really do anything the rest of us haven't done." Richard growled a little, but consented. He twisted Declan's head so it was right in the sideways bar of Mike's bulge, muttering a paltry apology for the rough thrusting. Once again, he kept his hand on his son's head, this time pulling back while pushing his hips forward so that Declan could be in Mike's bulge while his weight rested on his Father's. Richard gave a comforting throb to the back, making himself feel better by enjoying Declan's sticky hair across his cock. Mike swallowed his frustration, deciding that it wouldn't help anything. Instead he focused on the present, and the sexy little boy currently rubbing his face against his navy-blue bulge like a cat in heat. He'd performed a lot better than expected. When he first approached his friend, eyeing up the boy he'd snagged, he'd been a little skeptical. Declan just seemed too innocent. He preferred boys that had a bit of a naughty streak in them, so he wouldn't have to waste time trying to convince them to play. Plus he had his big Daddy standing right next to him, and Mike was naturally wary of any dads that looked like they could knock him out with one punch. But that huge white bulge was too good to pass up; if Richard were a normal father, he would never have worn such a lewd thing in front of his son, so he must have had his own naughty streak, and the apple tends to not fall far from the tree, so he stuck around. Good thing to too, because it exceeded his every expectation. The Dad might not know realize it about himself, but Richard was a natural perv. Mike had seen it before, and he knew he'd see it again. He didn't need telepathy to know that throughout their entire playtime, Richard had been alternating between fawning over his sexy little son, and doing some olympic level mental gymnastics so he wouldn't feel bad about molesting him with four strange men. Fucker even had his baby boy face-deep in his ass, which was certainly the dirtiest thing he'd ever seen a Dad do on his first taste of perversion. And Declan, god, Declan was such a hot piece of boymeat. He'd been a little resistant at first, not sure what was going on, and that had been hot in it's own way. But the boy was a true slut, that much was evident, when getting a little whiff of Kent's ass and a big sniff of his Daddy's made him relaxed and happy, and fuckin hungry for their precum. Mike had never seen a boy swallow down so much, and even now Declan was licking at his bulge, occasionally stretching his tongue to try to get a taste of Kent and Samuel's spent loads. If he could get away with it, he'd pull his speedo down and give the boy something real to taste, but Richard would rip both his heads off. He hoped he could at least milk this 'friendship' with Richard until he got crack at the little cunt's cunt. It was also super fuckin hot when Declan had started crying for a bit. Those tears made for some good lubricant for Boy Pong, and Mike wouldn't have minded leaning down to get a taste, see if they tasted as sweet as they looked. He couldn't believe that Richard, Father Of The Year, Super Protective Dad Richard had just brushed it off and told them to keep going, but thinking about the situation now, it seemed likely that the boy just wanted more time with his face shoved up his Dad's ass and was upset that he was denied that sweaty pucker. Mike would pay good money to watch such a cute boy french-kiss a nasty, hairy, sweaty shithole. Mike hitched his hips, trying to get a good angle for friction. He knew that Richard was being petty with the whole not shoving his son into his bulge like he had with the other men, but he could make do. He'd been riding the edge for a while, and he wasn't so desensitized that having a sexy tyke on the end of his cock didn't make his balls tingle. He just needed to press forward and up enough for him to...ahhhh, that was the spot. One of his big hairy nuts popped into Declan's little mouth, and hell if the little puppy didn't start sucking on it like a jawbreaker. He decided he wanted to be petty too, and started to slowly bang his hips against Declan, feeling the slut's mouth resist giving up the ball, then shoving his hips forward a little roughly. He smirked at Richard's scowl, feeling his balls try to tighten up, impeded by the slurping mouth. He'd spent so long edging that now it was hard to actually CUM, and the hairy man wanted to squeeze a load out before the heady lust in his head made him act any rasher. Kent came in with the save though, and gave Mike a bit of a surprise by roughly twisting one of his large nipples, giving him the push he needed to start shooting his pedoload out his sideways cock, once again splattering Kent in another man's sperm. It was hard to quiet his moans, usually he liked to be as loud as vocal as possible, loving how it tended to intimidate his boys, but that wasn't an option here. His body shook with the strain of it, and he tried his hardest to keep his testicle in Declan's mouth for as long as possible, but Richard had other ideas. He tried not to be desperate about it, but the other men could see the tension in his arms and face as he quickly spun Declan around so he was facing his Dad again. The boy made happy noises as he nuzzled into the paternal package, visually overflowing with joy. Richard made quiet moans as he watched his boy, his beautiful baby boy, nuzzling and licking his Father's slimy speedo pouch. He tenderly wrapped his other hand around Declan's head, cupping the back with both large palms. "I love you so much, pretty baby." He murmured, looking deep into his boy's eyes. His heart and balls were overflowing, toeing the edge of sensory overload. "I love you too, Daddy." Declan answered, barely comprehensible through the thick prejizz coating his mouth, nose, and throat. Richard's hands wandered for a few minutes, feeling the familiar features of his son covered in unfamiliar slime. He moved his bulge as needed, but tried to always keep some part of it in contact with Declan as his calloused hands repeated the ritual from just that morning; poking his button nose, petting his hair, toying with his ears and squishing his little earlobes. He even managed to pull his cock back far enough to run his fingers around Declan's ruby lips, eyes fluttering shut for a second as the pink muscle poked out to tease his big fingertips. He brought the fingers up to his lips, tasting his son's saliva and his own precum. "What new part of Daddy do you like most, buddy?" He asked. He could get off any number of ways, and he wanted his boy to enjoy it as much as possible, wanted him to love having fun with Daddy. Declan thought about it for a minute, putting his comical 'thinking' face on as he considered his options. "Squishy!" He cried. The big hard lumpy thing tasted good, and Daddy's butt smelled good, but the squishy thing from when he was bouncing around that had now moved to the bottom of Daddy's speedo made him laugh the most. So squishy and bouncy and silly. "Daddy's squishy balls, huh? Okay, buddy, let's play with Daddy's balls, yeah?" Richard asked, breathing becoming short again. It had taken every ounce of willpower not to shoot his load early, and he needed to finish up before his nerves become totally frazzled. Declan didn't have a chance to respond, his Daddy's hands were already back to cupping the back of his head and he was shoved down into the huge mass of speedo covered bullballs. They were so swollen with cum, Richard could feel them spilling out around Declan's face and pressing against his hands. Fucking hell did that make Richard feel perverted, his son's face so small he could completely smother him with his ample scrotum. He kept his hands tight and hard against Declan's face, trusting his nuts to bear the brunt of the pressure, humping and thrusting and rutting, feeling his son's breath ghost over his testicles and tongue lick and poke where ever he could reach. His whole body flashed between hot and cold as his balls finally started to tighten up, cum and blood boiling within him. He couldn't believe he was doing this, that he did anything he had done today. He felt guilty. What kind of Father bangs his balls against his son's face while his throbbing cock rained down a torrent of precum? Who gets off to feeling a boy inhale in his beefy, adult ass? Was he a pedophile for loving how his son's lips looked covered in his precum, and wondering if it felt as warm and tight as it looked? Richard supposed he was. He was a perverted, pedophilic father of the most beautiful boy in the world. He always heard the term 'boy-lover' thrown around, and that was him, 100%, he fucking loved his boy more than anything else in the world. He loved him so so so much, and all he wanted to do was bond with his son and share as much of him as possible. He wanted to show him how good he could feel, make sure he knew just how much his Daddy loved him. He felt guilty, but that guilt only made him hotter. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but it felt so damn right. Why not make love to his son? Why not let strange perverts lust over him? Declan seemed to really enjoy the attention of all his new friends, and Richard was happy to encourage it. He wanted his son to be happy and have fun, and if that meant sometimes he had to be covered in pedoslime and felt up and god what if one of them wanted to fuck him? The only objection Richard could think of was, better not fucking do it before me. Richard tore his eyes away from son's glittering lips when he felt one of Declan's hands snake up through the line of bulges and wrap those little fingers around one of Daddy's hands, not to move it or complain, but just to hold. Richard's heart swelled as his balls contracted even more, and then his heart stopped when he saw what Declan was doing with his other hand. Because Richard was supplying all the pressure he needed by himself, the other men had relaxed a little and allowed some space between their bulges and Declan's head, so he could finally see the rest of Declan's body. Including his other arm, which was moving in the rhythm any man on earth would be able to recognize. He was touching himself! The little fucker was masturbating himself for the first time while his face was being smothered by his Daddy's big, hairy, cocksnot covered balls. He peered around his inflated balls, watching rapturously as his son's hand fiddled and stroked his little cock inside his speedo. It was too much for Richard, such a lewd display of his son's sexual pleasure. In a split-second, Richard ripped his son out of his balls and placed his mouth at the spasming cockhead. He pressed a spot on Declan's jaw to make him open his mouth, wide, and all thoughts flew out his head as he popped his fat head into his son's mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his entire world exploded and he started hosing down the hot hole with his daddy-goo. Declan looked up wide-eyed as his mouth was totally flooded. He choked, of course, not used to swallowing anything near the consistency of cum, let alone a huge mouthful of it. His Dad's hands were still on the back of his head, so he couldn't escape the torrent. But even though he was choking and coughing, he didn't want to. His Daddy looked so happy, that even though he was shooting cum out of his nose and could hardly breath, his little penis still bounced and tingled inside his swimsuit. Richard's orgasm lasted for what felt like forever. It had only been a few days since he last jerked off, but he was used to doing it once at night after Declan went to bed, and again in the morning before his son woke up, so they were already pent-up on top of the churning and hyper-production they'd been doing on the beach today. He imagined his son must be having some troubles swallowing it all down, but he couldn't help it. He needed to empty his balls. The other men all cheered him on, impressed by how much he was shooting. Once the flow finally slowed down, Richard opened his eyes and enjoyed the sight. The entire lower half of Declan's face was covered in his cum. It was leaking from his nose, dripping down his chin and sliding down his chest. He looked like all of them loaded him up instead of just his Dad. The last of Richard's sperm sluggishly oozed out of his soaked pouch, and there was an loud schlp as he pulled out Declan's small mouth. His son beamed up at him, obviously proud of what he just wrestled out of Daddy's balls. Richard laughed weakly as he reached down to pick up his son, arms brushing against the other men's soft bulges. He crushed his boy to his chest, smearing the cum all over both of them, repetitively muttering how much he loved his baby boy. Declan giggling, and the other men smiled at the adorable display. Declan nuzzled his face up and down and sideways over Daddy's massive pecs, the cum even lubricating his face enough to squeeze into the crevice a little. Once he'd gotten his temporary fix of Daddy-pecs, he looked up, his face still pressed deep into his Daddy's chest, and gave the biggest smile he could. Richard boomed with laughter. His son's face was still a cummy mess. His hair was worse than any bedhead he'd ever had, he had white streaks all over his face, the only clean parts being his eyes. And now his Father's chest hair was all stuck to his face, the curly hairs looking like they were trying to pull the boy closer. He had never looked cuter or sexier to Richard. What a little goof he helped create! A bit of a slow start, but I think it picked up eventually, don't you? ;) If you have any questions, comments, or just want to talk, feel free to email me at niftystudentwriter@gmail.com This chapter was even longer than the first one, so thank you for sticking it out!