Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 01:28:37 +0000 From: wadewrightaz@yahoo.com Subject: Daddies and the Boys chapter 2 Daddies and the Boys Chapter 2 / Night On The Farm By Wade Wright Clay attempted a muttered, "Yes", but it rather failed to come out very clearly. He shook his head "Yes" and then did say, "Yea. Uh, I'm game." But the statement, if --that is what it can be called, --came out very lowly, and very slowly. "OK, then." Phil entered. "Let's finish our drinks and then get out of here, OK, guys?" Everybody kind of agreed, but all of the men were rather taking the low tone that Clay has rather presented to the table. Clay's friend, Bill, Clay's Dad, Ray, and the man that Clay now rather assumed was his new "step-dad", all knew that Clay was still in somewhat of a state of shock and that they needed to go slowly and calmly with him. Each, internally processed the fact that-- yes, Clay had just experienced one very big emotional experience,---- disclosed and admitted to his own father that, yes, he was gay, and then at the same time, and even more dramatically, finding out that his own father was gay, his father has a lover, and that his own father wants to go to bed and have sex with him,-- his own son! Ray turned to Phil and asked. "You paid and tipped Mike, right?" "Yea, all taken care of here. Whenever you guys are ready, we can go." After they had finished their drinks, in a rather quick but silent fashion, the four men got up from the table and headed toward the door. Being in the back-most booth, they had the entire length of the bar to travel to reach the door. Phil and Bill walked side by side, and Ray and Clay, the father and son, followed. There were many smiles expressed as they went through the bar. The younger men were admiring the fact that some of their own, had obviously been successful in getting themselves a couple of good looking older guys, and the older guys in the bar were of course jealous of the two guys that were escorting out the two muscular athletic young men. Nobody knew the real story. Nobody in the bar knew what had just happened. Mike was the only person that had any question at all that something unusual had just taken place. And he was not too sure just what had happened. From the actions of Clay, and Bill's very close comforting and attention that he had been expressing toward Clay, and also Ray's demure, let Mike know that something very unusual had just taken place. As he watched the four men leave the bar, he was very thankful that he knew Phil would be in during his next work shift or two, so that he could get filled in on all of the details. As the four left the bar, Mike silently stood there with a tray of drinks in his hands, and calmly watched the exit. In his mind, Mike was hopeing that everything was good, and that the quiet four had not experienced any bad time or bad news. He knew he would find out in a day or two. As the men got outside, Phil turned to Bill and said. "I think Ray and I will use our car, and you and Clay can follow. You kind of remember how to get to the farm, don't you Bill?" "Uh-yea. When I get to that old house that was turned into a restaurant, I turn right on that small road? Right?" Bill replied. "Right!" Phil answered. Then is a quiet tone so that only Bill could hear since they had now dropped back a little from the other two, he continued. "I'm going to use the old way out to the farm instead of the highway. I think it might be better for Clay right now if we approached this all in a little slow way, and not make him feel like he is being rushed down the highway. You agree?" "Yea, I definitely do agree. He is still kind of in a state of shock, and I think he will be OK, but I do think we need to go a little slow with him and let him set the pace." "OK, we'll see you guys at the farmhouse then. Now you know where you are at and how to get there, right?" Phil again asked. "Yea--got it. My only question was about if the small road beside the restaurant was the right one. We will be right behind you guys. See you there." Bill and Clay got in Bill's car, and Phil and Ray got into theirs. Well, actually Phil's, but Phil had referred to it as "theirs" so maybe they were close enough together that things were starting to become "theirs" and not 'mine and yours'." As they headed out of the parking lot, Bill looked at Clay and asked. "Hey man, you're pretty quiet. You OK? You doing OK?" "Yea, Bill I guess I am. I got to admit though that it's not every day that a guy finds out that his own dad is gay, and that his own dad wants to have sex with him. Bill, if you found out that your Dad was gay, and he told you that he wanted to fuck around with you, what would you do? What would you do man?" "Well, Clay I do have to admit that when you put it to me that way, it does kind of change things doesn't it? I've never thought about Dad and I having sex together. That is a whole new thinking thing to me. I think I can see where you are coming from." "See what I mean, Bill. This is really kind of freaky to me. On one hand, it sounds kind of exciting, but then on the other hand, it is my own Dad. Fuck around with my own Dad? Bill I've never talked to anybody that has ever done that before! Bill, is this OK to even be doing this? Fuck my Dad or have my Dad fuck me, or suck my Dad off or let him suck me off? Bill--really, is this something that should happen? Bill I just never in my entire life ever thought about anything like this happening. My God Bill! My own Dad!?" "Hey Clay. Kind of scoot over here closer to me if you can. I think maybe you need some body contact here." Clay scooted over toward Bill a little closer and Bill put his hand down on Clay's leg. He gently squeezed it slightly. Being a very nice warm late summer evening, both young men were dressed appropriately for going to a "Daddy/Boy" bar. They were dressed as 'Boys" that needed some 'Daddies' They both had on shorts, and not the kind that just kind of hangs on the body. These were the short that would make some 88 year old lady flip her head to take another look at. Tight, form fitting, ass clenching shorts. So as Bill reached over, to Clay, he had skin contact. That felt very good and very comforting to Clay, at that time. Clay returned the touch of caring. Feeling Bill's flesh felt very good and very comforting to him right then. "You know Clay." Bill said. "Your question about my Dad really did get me to thinking. Got to admit that I never gave it any thought before. But you asked, and since I know you are really going though some metal gymnastics with this right now, I think you deserve an answer. Sex with my Dad,----no! But, Clay, it's not because it's my Dad. It's because of the extra gut and the extra, what, --100 pounds he tugs around with him all day. Yea, I had never thought about sex with my Dad until now, but Clay, if I was horny and on the look,-- ran across him in the bar, --I'd keep walking. It's not Dad as in 'Dad', it's his lack of build. Now your Dad-shit man! We have a different story here man. Clay, the entire time I've been on his wrestling squad I've been hopeing that for some funny reason he would need to shower down with us guys. I've wanted to see that body naked since I first met him, a long time ago. Hey, your Dad was probably one of the first guys that I ever took a good deep breath because of. But, until last Saturday night, I had to just wipe him out of my mind. Clay, your Dad is damn good in bed! He is well hung just like you, and he knows how to use it! Last Saturday night, and then on into Sunday, yea I kept having these thoughts about,--- hey Bill, ---you are fucking around with your best friends dad. I kept trying to convince myself that I had to get out of bed, or just play around with Phil. Clay, I truly do understand some of what you are mentally going through right now. Tell you what. Let's get to the farmhouse, and just see what happens. If the night turns out to where I and your Dad do the fucky thing, and you and Phil play around, so be it. We are not going to force anything that is not comfortable. OK? Hey, maybe they would like to watch a couple of young studly 21 year old guys get it on with each other! OK?" "Yea, Bill. Let's just see what happens when we get to the house. I'm still trying to accept the fact that my own Dad is one of the guys at a gay bar that other young guys look at, lust over and then go home and fuck with. Bill, that is really hard for me to imagine and accept right now. Bill, I think all kids assume that after we are made, all parents stop having sex. The whole idea of thinking about our own parents doing the sex thing is kind of revolting. Then to realize that not only is your Dad still doing sex, he is doing guys, young guys, guys that are huffing and puffing over him, and he also wants me to put my ass in the air so he can see what his own son has for an ass hole! Shit Bill, I never in my entire life ever thought I'd be having this type of thoughts or conversation. My God, Bill! Me fucking my own Dad, or getting fucked by him? Man I have so much trouble even trying to imagine it!" "Well" Bill said back to his troubled friend. "Tell you what. If you are having trouble imagining it, you just keep your eyes open, because before this night is over, or tomorrow afternoon or whenever this all ends, I will be fucking his ass, and he will be fucking my ass! We did it last week-end and I intend to do it and get it again. Your Dad is hot in bed. You are too. But, your Dad is the man with the years of experience and I guess those years add up to something. And that something is called, Sex Expertise!" In the other car was a similar conversation happening, but not with quite the same amount of internal concern and question. "Well, Phil, what do you think of Clay? Told you he was a good kid, didn't I?" "Yea, Ray. Sure does look like you were right on that mark. How are you feeling about getting in the sack with him. Is that bothering you any? I think Clay is really having some reservations about this. What do you think?" "Hey, Phil. I know Clay has some reservations. I know I probably would too. I'm the Dad. I'm the one that has always yelled when he was doing something wrong, or telling him what he was supposed to be doing, and what he was not supposed to be doing. That's what Dads do. Tonight is a real different night for Clay. Well, for me too, but I guess I have had a whole lot more time to think about this time happening, some time. This has all hit Clay right between the eyes, all at once. Let's face it. Before tonight he and I had never even talked about the "possibility" of him being gay and playing around with other guys and their dicks. He did not know I love cock. This has all happened, all at once, for him. And now,----- he finds out that his cock happy father wants to play with his. Hell, yes, he is shocked and confused. When we get to the house, I'm just going to let him take control and see how he reacts. Hey, Phil, if it so happens that he just can not handle this, then maybe you and he can get it off and I and Bill will do our thing again. I'm sure not going to scare the hell out of Clay. Yea--I do hope he wants to play around with me. I know I sure want to feel his tight little body, but if it can't happen, then so be it!" "Good Ray. I'm glad to hear that you are using some calm thinking about this. I know how anxious you are to get to him. Hell man, you and I have talked about you getting to have sex with your boy ever since we've kind of been together. What two, three years now? Yea, back in the early days, Clay was just too young to even think about it, and I felt guilty even talking about it. But Ray, now he is no longer a boy. Well to us old farts he is still a boy, but legally and age wise, he is a grown man. You certainly have taken home stuff younger than Clay is and that certainly was no problem. So the time has finally come where your past dreams of doing this just might happen, but-and this is a big but---if he just can not accept the idea of sex with his old man, you will need to accept that!" "Yea, I will Phil. I look at him just like a lot of other young guys that I have lusted over in the past. Want it, can imagine it, can almost taste it, but if he is not interested, then it's called move on time." The cars were finally pulling into the farmhouse lane. The drive from the bar to he farm had taken about 15 minutes. As was pre-planned between Phil and Bill, the drive was taken very cautiously and purposely, slowly, so that Clay did not feel like everything was being rushed. "Damn, this is nice, isn't it?" Clay exclaimed to Bill. "Boy, sure would be nice to live out in the country like this all of the time. Shit man! No neighbors close at all, are there? Hell, I could run-around butt ass naked all of the time, couldn't I?" "Well, that's what we did last week-end. Damn, it sure felt good letting the ole 'swing thing' swing free and not be all scrunched up inside of some briefs. Hey, Clay, I can tell you one thing, when your Dad's gets a chance to swing free, it really swings!" "Oh yea. So are you trying to tell me that my Dad is better hung than I am. Is that what I hear, here, man?" "No, no, man! Did not tend to imply that. Guess, just since last weekend was the first time that I ever got a chance to see it, I got kind of all hung up over it. Shit man! I've played with yours for so damn many years now, that I forget if it's big or not. I guess it must satisfy me pretty good, counting on how many times I've come begging for it." As the cars parked, the men got out and Clay told Phil. "Damn, man! Damn nice place! I kind of guess being a high school coach is a hell of a lot better than I thought it was." "No Clay. No it is not! This is the ole family place. We don't farm the land anymore, since I certainly did not grow up to be a farm type of guy, so the fields are all rented out to other farmers around the area. I am making sure that they remain profitable so the family does not decide to sell off some of the land. I'm sure the first to go would be the property right here beside the house and up close to the road, so I am making damn sure we keep making money on these fields. I sure in hell don't want any new houses being built right next door. Your Dad and I both enjoy letting nature hang out as often as possible, and besides we like for our visiting friends to feel the freedom of a good breeze blowing up in their asses as they walk around feeding the animals. Which reminds, watch out for the old goose. He's got that name for a damn good reason!" As the four men went into the house, Clay looked around and said. "Man, this might be called a farmhouse, but it sure does look much more like a big city, downtown penthouse, type of place. Phil, did you do all of the decorating in here yourself?" "No, Clay. As you get older, you will find out that being gay does have it's advantages. There does seem to be a lot of gays in just the right professions, and they love to show off their talents whenever possible. A friend of mine just happens to be an interior designer, and when I mentioned that I thought I needed to do something in here, that was all the suggestion he needed. He begged me to let him do it, and to make a complete project out of it so that he would have a portfolio of how to completely re-decorate a house on very little money. What do you think? Looks pretty good for only a couple of thousand dollars, uh? The before shots are in that book under the coffee table when you want to see what it started out like. Hey, Ray and Bill, why don't you two show Clay around the place a little, and I'll get us something to eat while you show him the best places to have sex in this house. OK?" Ray and Bill proceeded to show Clay the rest of the house, and especially the balcony off of the upstairs den. That was the area that Phil was referring to as the best place to have sex. The balcony floor had been covered with a good thick cut of living room type carpet so that any unplanned laying down on the floor was completely comfortable. The view from the balcony was toward the fields and the woods, and not a house in site. As they walked out onto the balcony, Ray, told Clay. "This is much more than just a balcony. This is 'the' sex place. Outdoors! No bugs! No ants! The breeze blows across your bare butt and the smell of the countryside fills your face. Last week-end, this is where we all woke up at, on Sunday morning. The sun comes up right over that hill, and that was our alarm clock last Sunday. I don't think Phil's interior designer had anything to do with this carpet being here, but it sure is a damn good addition. After sex, all three of us just fell asleep out here. Oh, and if you have to take a piss, hey over the edge man. Just that simple!" After a short tour of the farmhouse, Ray told the two younger ones that he was going to see what Phil was doing, and he went to the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen he exclaimed. "Oh, a nude cook, I see! Well, I sure do hope you are not grilling anything that might splash. Don't need to let you damage that sausage stick any." Phil had gone to the "nude" style. Ray then decided, the nude style looked pretty comfortable and besides, if this evening was going to work out anyway like Ray was praying for, nudity was part of the requirement. Ray yelled up to the two younger guys upstairs. "Bill and Clay, you can leave your shorts and stuff in the extra bedroom if you want." That was Ray's suggestion that they might return back downstairs, naked or at least almost so. The two young men took the hint. Actually it was after Bill told Clay that for the entire time that he was there the prior week-end, everybody was in the buff, the entire time. The two young men entered the kitchen area, entirely nude, and with some semi-hard cock swinging back and forth. As Phil turned slightly to see the two younger men enter, he exclaimed. Oh my gosh! Oh, God. Look at that! Ray, you and Clay look like twins! By God man! Look you two are almost identical. Ray, go stand beside Clay. Bill, look at them! Same height, same body build, same hair covering, well except Ray, your hair line is just little higher than Clay's. My God Clay. Stand back and look at your Dad. If you keep the body that you have right now, that is what you will look like in about 23 or 24 years. Man! I just can not get over how identical you two are for being, what 23 or 24 years age difference? You know Ray, I've been trying to tell you that you still have one hot body, and now that you can compare it with your 21 year old son, I hope you start agreeing with me. Shit man! Hey, Clay, I think your Dad is hotter now that I have before. I guess seeing how you and he look so alike, even in the buff, has just made me that much hotter for him." Clay admiringly looked his Dad over. "Yea, do have to agree. The old guys looks pretty good don't he?" Clay and Ray were almost identical in body appearance. Both 5'11", both dark haired, both right at 200 pounds and both with thick chests and small waist lines. The legs on both of the men were very strong and very muscled. Even for having the age difference between them, they both had tight firm asses. Ray really did look like he could easily pass for a much younger person. Especially when compared to his 21 year old son. Phil had some cheeses, crackers, sliced fruit wedges and yogurt all dished up for them, and told them to sit down and get something to eat. After eating and having some small talk, the four decided to go up stairs and "find out how things work out." As Phil rather referred to it. Phil suggested that they all start on the king size bed that was in the main bedroom. "Clay, I know you are still pretty uncomfortable with this whole idea, so why don't you and I lay over here on this side, and let me enjoy you and your big stick for a little. Your Dad and Bill can use the other side of the bed for whatever they are going to do, and we will just see what happens, when four guys all use the same bed at the same time." "Yea, OK." Clay said. Without any other comments, Clay laid down on the left side of the bed, and reached out for Phil. He grabbed Phil around the chest and pulled him forward. Clay very lovingly kissed Phil on the neck and then asked. "Hey, I don't feel comfortable calling you Phil. That feels too cold to me. Maybe when we are up and doing other stuff it's OK, but while in bed, what can I call you that is not so formal?" "Well." Phil replied. "Last week-end Bill started call me Dad, and calling Ray Daddy. How does that sit with you? Does calling me Dad and calling Ray Daddy, sound better and more comfortable to you?" "Yea, it sure does. So, Phil, you are Dad to Bill and I, and my Dad, the real one, is Daddy! Right?" Good that works for me. That OK with you Bill?" "Yea, that's hot for me." Bill said, as he removed him mouth from around Daddy's dick. Bill knew where the meat was, and he went for it. He had found out last week-end that he did not need to stand around and ask, "Where's the meat?" It was in his mouth! "Dad" and Clay started getting into the normal, man with man, activities. Clay was starting to really loosen up and seemed to be losing his tension. As Dad guided Clay down along his furry chest line, he directed Clay to his left tit. "Bite that tit, boy! Bite your Dad." Clay did as instructed, then moved to the other tit, and bit it as well. Clay then moved his face on down the length of Dad's stomach and licked into his Dad's belly button. Clay moved his hands to the back side of Dad and started squeezing Dad's butt muscles. That truly made Dad's dick stand up good and straight. Clay could feel it pushing up against him. Clay slowly moved his mouth down toward the dick and gently positioned Dad's dick so that he could move his mouth down around it. Dad slightly arched his body up so that Clay would be getting his big rod in his mouth, just a little faster than Clay was going for it. As the entire dick slid into Clay's mouth, Dad turned his head and looked over at "Daddy" to see if he was watching what was happening on the other side of the bed. He was! Daddy was laying there with his dick firmly planted inside of Bill's mouth, and he was watching his son swallow his lover's dick. Daddy looked at Dad, and smiled. Then returned to once again watch his son, do his mouth sucking and tasting of his own lover's dick. Rather quietly, Ray turned to Phil and said. "Well, looks like I have another reason to be proud of my son. He has been taught the art of sucking and swallowing a dick very well, hasn't he? Hey, Bill, were you the teacher here? Are you the one that taught my boy how to do a guy's cock like that?" Bill pulled off of Ray's stiff rod and replied. "Hey Daddy. My dick was only the practice dick. I was kind of serving as the training location. Some other guys were the ones that did the teaching. By the time he ever got on me, he was well into knowing what was happening and how to make it happen." "Well, hey Bill. How old was he when he started? Do you know?" "Hey Daddy, he told me once that the first time he ever tasted dick was when he was in the seventh grade. So I guess he must have been, what like 13?" "Shit he's been into this scene a long time then I guess, uh? How old were you two when you first played with each other, Bill?' Once again Bill had to pull of off Daddy's dick to answer his question. We were just going into the freshman year of high school. So he had a couple of years of experience before he and I did anything together. He already knew how to suck cock, and by the time I even thought about ramming my dick up in a guy's ass hole, your son was very experienced in that activity. He is the one that taught me how to fuck an ass and how to get my ass fucked." "Oh, so he does like to get that good, tight muscled, ass fucked then, right?" "Oh yea Daddy, he loves it. I've seen him get double fucked once to. Two of our friends inter-twined their crotches and got their dick up against each other, and your little boy sat right down on top of them together. I watched that happen, and the greatest reaction that I saw from that action, was the big broad smile that came across your boy's face. He was in heaven! He liked that. His ass was full, and he was begging for more! Your son has a hungry ass back there." As Clay was working on Phil's dick, sucking it harder and harder, and deeper and deeper, he was listening to his true father ask, and being given details about his own, prior, private, sexual activities. He did think, 'What a weird situation to be in. My Dad is laying beside me, getting his cock sucked off my by best friend, and while that is happening my Dad is finding out all of the past details about my prior gay sex activities, as I lay here listening to them talk about me! I wonder how many other guys have ever listened to their own dad, ask some close friend about, his son's gay sex life, especially while the son is laying right there beside him, sucking off the dad's lover. How many other gay guys have heard his own dad being told about how he got his ass double fucked by two other guys? Most other guys never even talk to their dads about their sexual activities, and here I am, listening to Bill, tell my own dad about me getting two dicks rammed up in my ass at the same time. Way too weird! Way too weird, and it is getting me more and more turned on. Why am I finding it exciting to listen to somebody tell my own father about some weird gay sex activities that I've had, when most people would never, ever, want to hear about some guy doing that, even if they did not know the guy. Most guys that ever get double fucked don't even admit it to other guys. And here I am listening to somebody tell my own Father about me getting it done to me! Most people would consider that way too perverted, and I'm getting turned on listening to Bill tell my own dad that I did that, and that I liked it! why am I liking it so well, of listening to them discuss me and my hungry ass hole? My best friend, and my ----Father! My ass hole!' Ray turned slightly to Phil and asked. "Hey, how's my boy doing on you? Does he know what he's doing?" "Yes he knows what he is doing, and I have to admit to you, that I think your two talking about him is getting him all hot and bothered. The more you two discuss his past actions, the deeper and the rougher he is getting on me. I'm not complaining any, it feels good, but I do think him listening to his own Dad discussing him getting double fucked once, is getting his blood really rolling." All of a sudden Clay pulled off and excitedly said. "Yes damn it! It is getting me all hot and bothered! Bill get off of Daddy's dick and get him turned over! I am going to fuck him like I have never fucked an ass before. Grab me some grease Dad, I am about to get and give one lifetime fucking. Daddy, I hope to hell you are ready for this, because you and Bill talking about me getting double fucked has gotten me so damned turned on, that I am ready to do anybody and everybody, and right now it is going to be my Daddy's ass. Yea, I've looked at this ass before, and I've always wonder what it would be like to mount it and eat the hell out of it and by God, tonight I get to do it! Shit with this crap about a Daddy and his boy should never play with each other. We are both adults and my God, --tonight I get to use this ass hole like a toy! I'm over this shit of wondering if I should be doing this or not. You two talking about what I have done in the past has gotten me so damned turned on, I'm ready for anything! Open your ass up Daddy, I am coming in, and all I can say right now is I hope your prior fucking experiences have been good strong hard rough ones, because right now the only way that anybody could get me to calm down and go gentle would be to give me a fucking sedative! I am fucking hot, and I am raging! Give me your ass, and Bill and Dad, you two had better get each other hot and bothered because as soon as I wear my Dad's ass out or I make it to damn red and hot to have my dick up in there, I am then going to mount one of you two. Never in my life before have I ever ordered my own father around and told him exactly what to do, but tonight is my night. Tonight I am the boss! And my Daddy will do as I tell him! Open up that ass man! I'm going to fuck the hell out of you!" Clay immediately mounted his Dad's ass and with one swift and purposeful motion, when into him the complete length. "Oh shit! Oh shit man!" Ray cried out. "Oh God, oh shit, boy, easy on my ass back there!" Clay had mounted his Dad and was riding him for everything he had in him. Clay was fucking his father! And he was fucking him like he had just stated that he was going to be doing. Hard and rough! Clay had gotten very excited listening to his own Dad discuss his personal sex activities, and Clay simply went wild! Never before had he ever listened to somebody, especially his own Father, detail the sex acts that he had been involved in, and that conversation really turned on every sex button that Clay possessed! Clay was not upset, he was just plain hornyier than he had ever been in his entire life. Clay was fucking without concern! He felt like he had just turned into a wild beast, and a wild beast that was getting his natural way. Clay had his hands placed on his Father's shoulders, and not only supported himself that way, but also was controlling his Dad, so that even though he might be fucking his Dad's ass way to fast and way too hard, his Dad had no way to escape the ravaging, that he was currently going through. Clay was fucking so hard and so rough, that Phil actually started getting some concern, wondering if maybe Clay was loosing control. All of a sudden, Clay let out a screaming,--"OHHHH----FUUCCUKK--MAN!!!!! Clay tightened up and went rigid. His entire body straightened out into a stiff board. Clay pushed into his Dad's ass and profoundly stated, and screamed, "I'm cumin! Oh Man! I'm cumin!!!!!!! Oh shit, Dad! I just came up in your ass! Oh my God! I just came up in my Dad's ass! Oh shit! Oh crap, man! Oh man, I just shot a big wad up in my Daddy's ass. Oh, man, ---that is something that I would have never in the world have ever thought that I would ever be doing. I can't believe it. I fucked my own Dad! I fucked his ass! Oh my God! Oh Dad! God your ass is great! Oh shit! How many guys ever get the chance to shoot a wad up into their own Dad's ass hole. Oh man, am I glad I never knew how damn good your ass would be, or I would have been getting up in your ass a long time ago! Oh shit, Dad. Your ass is no longer safe when I am around. Damn! Whow! Dad, I am going to be wanting your ass as often as possible now, I can sure tell that. Keep it greased when I am around. Fuck man, Damn! I wish I had been doing this for a long time, now!" Ray was laying still on the bed, rather catching his breath. Turning his head, he told Clay. "God man! Damn boy! I like you in my ass, but if you fuck me like that every time, I will never be able to walk. Shit, I have never been fucked that crazy before!" "You OK?" Phil asked Ray. "Yea, I'm OK, but even though I was just laying here, I'm fucking exhausted!" "OK Dad" Bill directed toward Phil. "Clay told us before he dropped that atomic bomb in his Daddy's ass, that one of us was next. Think he's still got enough in him do one of us now?" "Hey, Ray, are you wanting to fuck your boy's ass yet tonight? You up for it?" Phil asked Ray. "Yea, I'd sure like to if I can. Are you and Bill going to fuck around if I fuck Clay for a little while?" "Yea, that's why I was wondering. Bill and I will do some 'mating' and you two studs can try to figure out which one of the two of you, can fuck the roughest over there. Bill, get in my ass, man. Your Dad wants to feel your sausage stick up inside of me!" Bill immediately climbed on Phil's ass and punched his way in. Ray grabbed his son and almost threw him down on the bed, stomach first. "Hey son. Maybe this whole thing is new to you tonight. But your old man has been dreaming about getting my stick up in my boy's ass for years now, so hang on son! Your old man is about ready to return the gift of the cum shot back to you. If may not be as rough and tumble as what you just gave me, but there is going to be one hell of a lot of loving, knowing that it is the same tight little ass that I used to change diapers on, and used to rub baby lotion on. And now I am going to get to rub it with something much bigger and stronger than a baby wipe. Back in those days, there is no way in hell that I would have ever thought the day would come when I am laying on your bare butt, and getting ready to stick my dick up in that cute little shaft of yours. Man, the way things change as time goes on. I've only been fucking guy's butts for about maybe five or six years now, but every time I've fucked one, I imagined that it was this one. This is payday!" Ray slowly lowered himself down onto Clay's back and slowly entered Clay's most private of spots. Ray had been told that his boy, his son, has a really very hungry ass, and he is now finally ready to feed it. Clay's Daddy was now taking advantage of the ass that he has so long dreamt of getting into.