Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 05:41:17 -0700
From: Anthony <azberan@hotmail.com>
Subject: dads-black-bag-2

WARNING!!!  This story contains explicit language and images of men of
different age groups having sexual intercourse or performing sexual acts.
This is mostly a work of fiction formed by the authors mind and should not
be viewed by anyone under age, or if it is against the law from where you're
from.  Otherwise enjoy the story and hope you have a nice "release" off of
it as I did writing it.

I'd like to thank all of the guys that mailed me as well.  Thanks for all of
the encouragement and the advice.  As you read, some of you who gave me
advice will notice that I took it to heart.  This is the second installment
and I hope you like this one as well.  Enjoy, and remember, safe sex in real
life.

Dad's Black Bag
Chapter 2

     I couldn't sleep well at all that night.  My mind kept thinking back as
to how I had just watched my own father have sex with another man that
wasn't that much older than me.  The image was still fresh in my mind at how
my dad loved it, begged for it.  He had enjoyed having that cock inside of
him, and from what I had discovered that afternoon it wasn't his first.  I
tossed and turned in my bed trying to find a comfortable position for me to
sleep in but inevitably failed as my growing hard-on was literally getting
in the way of my comfort.  It strained in my briefs and ached for release
after countless fantasies of my dad being taken advantage of by other men.
I knew that it was something that I should not be thinking about and made
countless attempts of deviating into sleep inducing topics but to no avail.
The image of my lustful father was ingrained in my mind as he begged for
more of Andrew's cock.  The more I thought about it the more my cock head
strained against the bands of my briefs fighting for release and the more my
hands began to ache to caress my skin.

     Through my walls I could hear the rampant snoring of my agnostic mother
and knew that beside her lay the man that began to star in my fantasies.  My
hands found themselves traveling inside my shirt looking for my chest,
softly caressing the skin, carefully avoiding the nipple exciting me that
much more.  My cock still strained in my briefs but had begun to find the
constraints to be somewhat of an arousal and decided to devoid it of its
wanton wish.  My mind began to race creating scenarios in which a man was
taking advantage of my father who was half his age.  I began to use the
faces and the bodies of the men that I had seen in the floppy disks and
pictured them seducing my dad.  I pictured this one man who can't be no more
than eighteen years of age working my father in a barn filled with straw and
hay amongst the animals.  I found this man to be one of the ones who aroused
me the most as I stared at his pose in the picture.  He wore a cowboy hat
that hid his obviously short blonde hair but contrasted his well-sculpted
stature.  He had the body of a Greek God with golden hair lightly dusting
his arms and legs but kept his chest and abs bare.  Every centimeter of his
body almost seemed to be a work of fiction as it bordered on perfection.
His chiseled chest was well endowed with penny sized mesmerizing nipples
that led the way to his amazingly well defined abs.  A faint trace of a
treasure trail leads the way to what I believed to be his greatest asset.
Amongst the neatly trimmed golden pubic hairs was a cock that could belong
to no one but Gods.  It had to be at least thirteen inches long but was as
thick as a beer can.  I was mesmerized at how such an enormous object could
emerge from a human body.  In the picture he grasped the shaft of his
enormous uncut cock, which stood straight at attention with the head red
with lust.  And in my fantasy, I imagined my father being impaled by that
man and my body shivered with the thought.  This was all new to me as before
all of my fantasies involved Elle McPherson with a rather naughty carrot.
But the fantasy that played in my mind was like nothing that I had ever had
before.  My nipples were hard as rocks and my fingers had not even touched
the while my cock strained through my briefs waiting for release and my
hands had not even grasped it.  I could feel pre-cum leaking out of the tip
of my cock, which added more stimulation to the fantasy playing in my head.

     In my mind my father grunts in pleasure as the enormous cock drives
into him per thrust from the masculine cowboy.  I imagined my father rising
and then impaling himself once more on the huge cock using his legs to force
him up and down.  The cowboy grunts with him as he slowly licks his way up
from my father's neck to his tongue muffling his groans with the sound of
smacking lips and wrestling tongues.  The cowboy has his huge hands on my
father's thighs and effortlessly lifts him up to the tip of his cock and
once more forces him down and his member spears through his aching wet hole.
  In my mind my father calls out for more of the cowboy's cock begging to
take every inch of his manhood into him.  The cowboy only happily complies
as his thrusts become faster and harder which induces louder grunts and
moans from my father.  This time my inhibitions fail and my left hand begins
to search for my nipple twitching to satisfy its tenderness whilst my right
hand swiftly reaches down through my shorts and happily obliges my aching
nine inch cock's wish for release.  In my mind the scene plays through as
the cowboy fucks my dad harder and harder while my hand caress my body and
massage my aching cock.  I quickly take off my clothes for better access of
every centimeter of my body and I began to pump away at my dick like a
madman as I the grunts and groans of my father echo in my mind.  As I
imagined the cowboy reaching his climax, releasing his thick long streams of
cum into my father's gut and simultaneously my dad releasing his cum into
the air and in their intertwined bodies, my cock erupted in a fury of
muffled moans as thick wads of cum fly into the air and land in my chest,
neck, and face.  Five streams of thick cum flowed out of my cock tip as I
imagined the moaning faces of the men in my dreams and my body quickly
collapsed after the exertion.  I knew that I needed to clean myself up in
case somebody walked in but was glad to remember the fact that I had locked
my room, and so I decided to sleep naked and covered in my own cum whilst
content with the scenario that played in my mind.

     School the next day was mostly a blur as I walked through the halls
like a zombie, listless, and indolent.  The school I attended was not at all
that big as it only had two whole ways that branched out and eventually
circled back to where they started, which was the main hallway that greeted
the front doors.  The first hallway branched to the left, which was
considered to be the seniors' section of the school containing various
laboratories and higher-level classes.  The second hallway branched to the
left, which lead to the juniors' section, which were grades eight to nine
(where I was being in grade nine).  Our section held intermediate classes,
which would introduce us to the more advanced classes for the later years.
While in the middle of the school, where the two hallways branch off, was
where our very large gym and cafeterias was located.  The office could be
found right next to the front door closer to the seniors' section.

     Like many children that are victims of families that move constantly,
it took me awhile to make any friends.  Personally I though it would take me
much longer to make friends and at least spend an entire year as a loner
before making any, but strangely enough, my friends where the ones to first
approach me.  One friend in particular, his name is Max was considered to be
a bully by many, but personally I found him to be quite the contrary when
one took the time to understand him.  People were mainly intimidated by his
height as at fifteen (he was a month older than me) he already stood at an
even six feet.  This height coupled with his eccentric demeanor gave him a
very aggressive reputation, which I believe to be very misconstrued.  But
those who do take the time, and have the courage, to get to know him, they
begin to consider him to be a very strong and true friend.

     It was an afternoon in a class after lunch that I realized that my
demeanor amongst
men had changed after my discovery of the black bag.  It was gym class and
usually I
wasn't very hesitant in joining other guys in the changing room as we
prepare for gym
class.  But as I was undressing, I begun to notice every single guy around
me with the
corner of my eye.  I began to notice details that I had never before thought
about.  My
eyes began to zero in on every guy and my eyes seemed to automatically
inspect all of
the guys' bodies.  I begun to notice the fact the some of the guys in the
room were
developing quite well and must have been working out as I had noticed
obvious
definitions in their chest and their abs.  And of-course my eyes inevitably
noticing
everyone's packages.  As it was just the beginning of the class, no one
really stripped
down bare and could only see their underwear and a wave of disappointment
came over
me.  In particular I noticed Max and was quite surprised at what I saw.  It
wasn't the first time that I saw him half naked or undressing in the change
rooms, but it was the first time that I noticed his body, and it was then
that I began to feel the familiar stirring in my
pants.  I've always considered him to be quite tall and lanky, but not
looking deeper into
things, I noticed that he was quite the opposite.  His body had begun to
show some
definition more so than all of the other guys in the room.  I could see the
obvious image
of a six-pack that formed below his broad chest.  I noticed that his arms
were muscled,
not like those of a body builder, but like those of someone who has no
problem doing
fifty push-ups.  Folds of muscle were starting to form in his arms and I
suddenly had the
urge to take them and have them embrace me.  I quickly shook my head and
concentrated on changing as I hoped that no one had noticed the ogling.  But
in my mind I kept on wondering what every single one of these guys in the
room had in their shorts.

     After all of us had left the change rooms and entered the gym, we all
sat on the floor and waited for instructions from our gym teacher.  In the
meantime we all talked amongst ourselves rather loudly until a loud blaring
whistle broke through the noise and got our undivided attention towards the
source.  Coach Pryce stood at attention in front of us with his clipboard
tucked neatly underneath his left arm.  After he knew that he had our
attention he began his daily itinerary for the hour and a half of gym that
was to be had.  The entire time though my mind didn't focus on the
announcements said but instead focused on the man that stood before me.
Again it was the first time that I had seen Coach Pryce in this kind of
light, but I realized that I found him to be a very attractive man.  He
stood to be around 5'9" and had a stocky build of muscle that strained in
his white shirt.  At the collar I could see that black hair covered his
chest as several stuck out.  I saw that he had well built legs that were
highlighted by his red shorts that showed the obvious bulge of his
jockstrap.  I then began to wonder how I never noticed that bulge before.
Not only was he a well-built man; he was a very handsome one too.  He had
dark brown eyes that contrasted his army cut black hair.  He had the look of
a two-day shadow on his face that added more to the masculinity that he
oozed.  But what he announced last quickly got my attention.  I heard many
moans and groans from my friends and classmates as we were all reminded that
there was to be a parent-teacher meeting that night.  With that revelation,
I sighed alongside my colleagues and my attention was quickly taken away
from the well-built coach.  The rest of the day my mind was filled with
worry at the coming night, as I believed that my grades lacked a
well-established vowel.  I didn't even notice until school ended that on a
football match outside during gym, Max had taken his shirt off.  Again,
strangely enough I was overcome with a wave of despair that added on to the
on coming tsunami of fury that I knew would come my way before the night
would end.

     Coming home at my usual time of three in the afternoon I found that my
parents were home quite early.  I quickly found out that they already knew
that of the parent-teacher meetings a few weeks before and were both leaving
at half past five.  I saw my father sitting on the couch reading a newspaper
wearing only a white shirt that showed a small portion of his chest hair
that came out of his collar.  I smiled to myself and realized that I had
already seen a lot more than that but found myself to crave more.  After
shortly hearing my mother ask me about my dead I quickly shook the dirty
thoughts out of my head and answered her politely in which I then proceeded
to my room to change into more comfortable clothing and swiftly headed to
the bathroom to masturbate.  I just kept thinking of my dad's hot hairy body
and his grunts as Andrew fucked him and I found my self quickly climaxing.
I felt a wave of relief as I realized that I don't have to go back out the
door horny and would be able to face my father normally.

     My mother had prepared an adequate dinner before they would leave and
told me that they would not take long as they had decided to "share the
load".  I inquired as to what they had meant and found out that they decided
to separate when they got to school.  My mother would take half of the
teacher in my list while my father would take another half, which would make
it three each.  They each would then confer with the teachers for twenty
minutes each (as there were many teachers of the same course and I later
found that not much parents were interested in the meeting so only a handful
actually went, there was enough room to confer with the parents one on one
regarding course descriptions and even student performances).  I didn't
really think at that time or even bothered to ask which teachers my parents
got when I realized that my father could have a twenty-minute conference
with Coach Pryce.  I was somehow not surprised by the thought but told
myself that what I was thinking just wouldn't happen.  I thought that it
would be just too predictable that it just couldn't happen.  But I just
couldn't shake the thought out of my head.  The thought of Coach Pryce and
my father having sex, if they would even have sex, just aroused me so much.
I kept on trying to push the thought away as I knew that it would be an
impossibility for this was, after all, a parent-teacher meeting, not an
opportunity for hot raunchy sex.  Although, I didn't really seemed to mind
that at all.

     It took me quite a while to realize that I was left alone in the house.
  That means that I was alone in the house with the opportunity to further
investigate my dad's black bag.  As I was heading for the closet where the
bag was, the thought of the parent-teacher conferences continued to bug me
and I ended up hitting a pillow in frustration as my mind was now filled
with the overwhelming fantasy of my father having sex with my coach.  But I
just kept on telling myself that it just couldn't happen, I mean after all,
my mother would be in the same building as him.  And then I told myself;
maybe it would be my mother instead who would interview the Coach and not
dad.  No matter how I justified it, my curiosity wouldn't extinguish and I
ended up heading out the door in just my shorts and my shirt heading for the
school that was just a few blocks away.  Thirty minutes had already passed
and knew that I would most likely see nothing, but my feet just couldn't
turn back and I found myself in the school's premise in just a little above
five minutes.  Upon entering the school I found the hallways to be deserted
and realized that the parents and teachers would be inside their own
classrooms.  I quietly rushed to the gym and slowly opened the door to the
boy's change room.  The door to the coach's office was located outside of
the change rooms and could only be entered from the gym but there was a wide
eight-foot window that gave the coach the ability to look inside the change
rooms.  This was done so should any rough housing start in the showers, the
coaches could easily see and stop them.  But the room was mainly Coach
Pryce's office.

     The door was well oiled and didn't squeak when I opened it slowly.  I
didn't really expect to find anything but my curiosity got the best of me
and forced me to enter the showers.  Like all change rooms, upon opening the
door one would be greeted by a wall that stretched for about a few meters so
that those who shouldn't see inside the washrooms couldn't.  It was like a
miniature narrow hallway inside a room that was half filled with lockers and
benches on one side and the showers on the other (which was basically on the
other side of the wall of the miniature hallway wall).  As I opened the door
I was greeted by pure shock.  Somewhere deep inside of me something was
rejoicing, but the more realistic part was quite shocked that what I had
imagined might be right.  Upon quietly entering the showers and slowly and
quietly walked to the edge of the miniature hallway I heard the obvious
sounds of someone grunting.  My cock quickly became hard and strained in my
shorts, as it had been doing lately, and I hesitantly stopped at the edge of
the small hallway nervous too peak at what was on the other side.

     It turned out that I really didn't have to peak for the fact was that
in the middle of the change room walls (in the locker section, near the
hallway doors where I stood) was a large mirror that was big enough to allow
me to see the majority of the room from where I was standing, but was far
and small enough from the hallway that I couldn't be seen by anyone on the
other side.  What I saw hands down confirmed my fantasy and my cock twitched
happily (and hungrily) in my pants.  I still couldn't believe the scene that
I saw, or in fact the entire situation.  It just all seemed so unbelievable.
  It was basically like a horny teenager's fantasy coming true.  There was
my dad lying down on the bench with his legs up in the air and my coach
fucking him hard with their sides towards the mirror.  It was a great view
from where I was, but I was still standing there in disbelief and was
spellbound at the same time.

     The coach was as hot as I thought he would be with having as much hair
in his chest and abs as my dads.  And by the looks of it, his cock would be
at least ten inches long but was as thick as a beer can.  What I loved was
the fact that my coach was fucking my dad with his ass in the air and his
legs pushed back enough that my dad was able to reach his own cock with his
mouth.  Here was the scene of a lifetime for me.  I was seeing my dad get
fucked by my own coach and for the first time live!  My coach continued to
fucking drive his long, hard, cock inside my dad and with each thrust drove
my dad's own dick into his own willing mouth.

     "Yeah, fucking take my cock.  Yeah, you fucking like dick don't you
Rob?"  The coach grunted with each thrust.  "Fuck yeah Rob, suck that
fucking prick of yours.  Shit man, you look so fucking hot doing that.
You're fucking driving me crazy!"

     My dad moaned through the harsh fucking the coach was giving him and
through the mouthful of his own cock in his mouth.  I had begun stroking my
hard nine incher by then, slowly caressing it while watching my dad get ass
raped by my hot bear of a coach.  The coach started grunting like a bear and
my dad started moaning louder and louder while I strained to suppress my own
groans.

     "Oh fuck, you have such a nice fucking tight pussy." He moaned, "I love
you're fucking ass.  Fuck yeah, take my fucking cock, you're loving this
aren't you cock sucker?  Fuck yeah!"

     The coach leaned in closer now using his shoulders to push my dads legs
closer to him so he could take more of his cock while his hands searched my
dad's body and pinched his nipples.  The coach kept on bucking his hips
driving his huge cock into my dad's gut while my dad kept on deep-throating
his own pecker.  My stroking became in tune with the coaches fucking and I
began to stroke faster and faster as coach's fucks became harder and faster.
  He was moaning like a fucking bear as if he didn't care who heard, but I
doubt anyone could for I didn't even hear anything at all when I was
outside.  He kept on driving his cock into my dad's gut and his grunts
became faster and deeper as he stroked my dad's hairy chest and pinched his
nipples watching him closely as my dad's own cock was fucking his own mouth.
  My coach then slowed down and then took apart my dad's head from his cock.

     "Come on, stop sucking your cock.  Let me see you cum in your mouth
while I slowly fuck you."  My coach said and my dad smiled deviously and
seemingly too happily complied.  Instead of my dad, it was my coach who
started jacking my dad's cock while my dad had his mouth hungrily open,
awaiting for the cum that would burst out of his cock tip.

     The coach's stroking became faster as his fucking slowed down and then
my dad moaned loudly and thick globs of cum came gushing out of his cock and
into his mouth.  I must have counted at least six long streams of cum gush
out of my dad's enormous cock and into his willing mouth.

     "Yeah, fucking hot Rob," The coach smiled. "You fucking loved that
didn't you, you fucking cock slut?  Here's a little more then.  Daddy's
gonna feed you some of his juice.  You'd like that wouldn't you? You fucking
cum slut."

     My father smiled and nodded his head slowly, "Give me your fucking cum
Pat or I'll fucking stick my dick up your ass."

     The coach chuckled and said, "We'll do that later." And with that he
took out his cock out of my dad's ass and stuck it into his mouth, which my
dad eagerly started sucking.

     I kept on stroking my cock, which by then was leaking like crazy and I
took some of my pre-cum that oozed down and stuck it into my mouth and
moaned quietly at how good it suddenly tasted to me and wished that it was
my coach's or my dad's cum.  The coach drove his uncut cock into my dad's
mouth roughly holding him by his hair and forcefully shoved his dick into my
dad's throat.  My dad seemed to like it as he tightly held on to coach's ass
and even voluntarily dove down into his thick cock.  The coach started
moaning louder and louder and then took his cock out of my dad's mouth and
started jacking it faster in front of his face.  My dad opened his mouth
hungrily in front of coach's cock and used his tongue to lap at coach's cock
head hungrily.  The coach groaned once more and thick gobs of cum poured out
of his cock and into his hands and my dads face and mouth.  My dad took the
cock into his mouth as the cum kept on gushing out but it must have been a
lot as so much cum came gushing out the sides of my dad's mouth and down his
chin.  Some of the cum went to his face and into coach's hands which the
coach was too happily cleaning with his own tongue while dad cleaned his
cock.  When the coach seemed to have cum his last drop, he sat on the bench
with dad and roughly took dad's head by the hair and began lapping at the
tongue on my dad's face.  My dad moaned as the coach lapped at his own cum.
Then the coach took my dad and gave him a huge kiss and even from a far I
could see their tongues lapping and the cum inside their mouths.  I could
see cum stream out of their mouths as their kissed deeply, sharing their own
cum with each other.  I came when the coach came and caught my load with my
right hand and was hungrily eating it while watching my coach and my dad
french.  I savored the sweet and tangy taste and imagined it to be my dads.
I liked my hand clean to make sure that I had eaten all of my cum while I
continued to watch the two bears in the mirror french.

     I quickly put back my shorts and quietly exited the change rooms making
sure not to make the slightest noise and breathed a sigh of relief when I
found myself outside once more without being spotted by anyone at all.  I
walked back to my house happy and still horny with what I had just witnessed
but knew that with my dad, there would be more coming.  I still couldn't
really grasp the reality of what had just happened, but I slowly started
digesting everything and I was proud to be a part of this new and exiting
world. I walked back slowly to my house in the night unawares that inside
the school another man smiled wryly at what he had just witnessed.
Questions? Comments?  Both are greatly appreciated, tell me what you think
of the story or if you want to get to know a little about me.  Hope you
enjoyed it, there's most likely will be more coming if there's interest
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