Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 20:51:50 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Drinking Buddies 12a

DANNY'S DILEMMA-8
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"Have a good day in school, son." pops said, dropping me off infront of
the school, again.
I got out and went in without so much as a wave. It'd been nearly a month
since my punishment was handed down, causing me to have a serious drop in
my young demanding sex life.

Eric and Kev had long stopped coming by to pick me up, as my dad had the
corner stone on that task, nor were they there to drive me home as HE was
always out front of the school with the engine running. The only time I
even got to see my two buddies were while passing eachother in the halls,
where we only had a few seconds at best to say "hello" before heading off
to the next class. I so desperately wanted to take them both into the
basement boysroom where I had been meeting Mikey at lunch time everyday
to suck his dick before the bell rung, but either Eric nor Kevin shared
our lunch schedules. They both had theirs at 5th period, while mines and
Mike's were at 4th. I was going APE, wanting them to fuck me. It'd been a
month since I felt either of them deep inside me. My daily dose of
Mikey's dick in the boysroom wasn't enough to sustain me after months of
bangbang conditioning. While I did enjoyed eating his loads, it wasn't
enough to get me through the day, not like a good hardy ass fucking
could.

Meanwhile, Tommy and his friends would come around periodically, trying
to get my dad to drop my punishment and let me come out and play. But dad
began to worry, seeing them as juvenile delinquents and further rising
his suspicions that I might be on drugs, or atleast selling them in the
streets. It prompted another argument between us, further distancing us
as father and son. We would barely speak to eachother around the house,
only interacting at times when necessary. Pops didn't realize that my
addiction wasn't drug related, but sexual. Within the short amount of
time that I'd been introduced to gay anal sex, I'd become totally and
completely ensued in it, receiving sometimes daily penetrations from the
likes of; Eric, Kevin, Mikey, Tommy, Kalif, Berry, Shawn, and Chris.
Sometimes all in the same day. My sexual addictions had me doing things I
normally never would have done. Like fingering my own ass while I jacked
off, imagining that it was my dad's cock come calling again. Sometimes
when my fingers weren't enough, I'd go down to the kitchen and grab a
banana or a giant cucumber, take it back to my room and butt fuck myself
with it until I sprayed a big load all over my chest and stomach. Then I
would eat up my own spunk using my fingers, licking them clean like
lollipops.
Dad throught I was developing a new health kick when he noticed all of
the fruits and vegetables in the house starting to disappear.

* * * * * *

Things started to come to a head late one weekday afternoon, when I had
to hitch a ride home as dad forgot to pick me up at school. When I got
home, I found mr Ray (dad's drinking buddy whom I'd originally saw butt
fuck him for that first time while he was passed out drunk in bed) coming
out of our house. He exited with a confident smirk (the same smirk I'd
seen on Mikey's face time after time) as he walked by me in the drive on
way to his car.

"Hey squirt." he said, tussling my hair as he passed by.
I rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking, then went into the house to look
for pop. I didn't know what to expect when I got inside. The look on mr
Ray's face suggested that he was up to no good. I wondered if I'd find
dad spread out in his bed unconscious again, with gobs of cum seeping
from his recently fucked hole like it was that first time I found him.
The bulge in my pants certainly told me I hoped so. I thought myself a
bad son, for wanting to see my dad back on booze just so I would have
something to fuck. But when I got in the house, I found dad in the
livingroom trying to clean up the empty beer cans he and his buddy had
laying all around on the living room table.

"Pop...?" I said, speechless.

"uh... Danny, I can explain..." said pop, looking like a deer caught in
on coming headlights.

"You're drinking again?" I asked, as he tried to duck the empty cans in a
garbage bag.

"Ray just stopped by to say hello. He bought a 12pack with him..."
explained pop. "What was I supposed to do? We were just being
neighborly."

"But you said you would never drink again." I said, dropping my book bag
on the floor. "You forgot to pick me up from school today."

"Oh SHIT!" cursed dad, smacking his forehead as he looked at the clock.
"I'm sorry son, I didn't realize it was that late. Honest."

"What happened to your promise?" I asked, not wanting to drop it.

"Look, it was just a few beers..." reasoned dad. "It's not like the last
time, when we... when I..."

"Raped me?" I said. coldly.
Pop's eyes nearly shot out of his head.

"I don't EVER want to hear you say that word to me again!" he shouted,
almost violently.

"But that's what happened, isn't it?" I asked.
Pop hesitated. I could see him battling with the words in his head.

"If I did... YOU did it to me first!" he countered, moving in closer to
me. "At least I was drunk when I did it, but YOU, you fucked ME while
stone sober! That's even worse!" he surmised.
Realizing pop's words hit me a little too close to home, I tried to brush
pass him in an attempt to rush up to my room. But he grabbed me by the
arm tightly, keeping me from making a quick escape.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, loosing my cool as we tussled for control.
"Get your fucking hands off of me!"
I could smell the beer on dad's breath as his hands gripped me tighter.
His strength was no surprise, as I had felt it before. My cock started to
harden again as he threw me around the living room like a rag doll.

"Stop fighting me, Danny... calm down...!!" he insisted.
When I accidentally shoved him aside, he smacked me across the face with
his open hand -instinctively. We both let go of eachother as I stared at
him in disbelief before running out the door.

"DANNY, WAIT...!" he called to the air, as I was gone.

* * * * * *

Wandering around the streets for over an hour or so thinking about all
the shit that got me where I am today, I found myself smack dab infront
of dad's favorite bar. At first I was going to just walk pass, refusing
to acknowledge the place that stole my father's soul so many years ago.
That is until I saw mr Ray's car in the parking lot. Anger for my pop's
friend suddenly swelled up inside me as I realized it was after seeing
HIM fuck my father that changed my simple innocent heterosexual life,
into the complete shambles it is right now.

I walked into the bar with a serious chip on my shoulder, looking for mr
Ray to tell him how much of a JERK he was for taking advantage of my dad.
I would tell him that I knew EVERYTHING, and that I thought he was a
"closet pervert" for turning on my dad in such a way.
When I got in, I noticed Ray sitting down the far end of the bar with
some of his friends. I walked up, ready to murder him where he sat when I
started to recognize a few of the men with him; mr Mack (the black man
with the giant cock I saw fuck my dad on the second visit), mr Weiler
(Kevin's pop, whom fucked dad on the third visit), and mr Kennison (one
of my school teachers).
Suddenly I began to loose my nerve.
Then I over heard them talking...

"Well guys, won't be long now before our PUSSY's back in our hands
again." laughed mr Ray, sipping his drink.

"So the delivery went well?" asked the bald bartender from behind the
counter.

"Went like a charm." said Ray. "He was sucking down those brews before
the foam could even fizz up good around the cap. He's dying to get back
in here. He's just trying to stay sober for that kid of his for some
reason."

"I can't wait til he's back in the hot seat..." said mr Mack, downing his
bottled beer as he spoke. "...my wife's been on a pussy strike for the
past week. My dick's been so hard lately, that I've been tempted to start
fucking my 13 year old daughter." he laughed. "She ain't big enough to
start mastering THIS daddy, here." he added, patting the third leg
between his thighs.

"ahhhh...." growned me Weiler, laughing as well.

"Let me tell you something Mack, I've seen you daughter... I'd fuck her
too if given half the chance." laughed mr Kennison.
PERVERTS i thought to myself, ready to back up out of the bar before they
could see me. Strangely, I found their conversation somewhat exciting,
-in a disgusting taboo sort of way. Who knew adults could be so freaky?

"I'll tell you guys who's a good lay..." said a familiar voice from
behind me. I turned around to see who it was, as did the other men at the
bar. I felt my heart freeze in mid-beat, as mr Becker walked up behind
me. "...Danny here's got a very talented ass. Isn't that right, son?"

The other men all looked stunned.
"How do YOU know?" asked mr Weiler.

"Cause my sons have been fucking him for months." answered Becker
-confidently, as he tapped me on my butt. "AND i've had a piece of his
tail, myself."

"You're lying...!" said mr Kennison, shocked.

"Was he good?" asked Mack, staring at me openly as his cock snaked down
his leg.

"A chip off the old block." smiled Becker, massaging his crotch.

"Is this true, Danny?" asked Ray, obviously interested.
All of the men were looking at me with hot eyes. I could see the lust
bulging through their sockets as they mentally undressed me in their
minds. They didn't care that I was all male, they didn't care that I had
a cock and balls swinging between my legs and not some sweet juicy girl
cunt. All they saw was a potential hole to stick their dicks in and cum
inside. Rather or not it traumatized me in the process was none of their
concern.

"I saw what you did to my dad!" I said, trying to change the subject.

Ray laughed, uncaring.
"So you saw me fuck you pop?" he asked with a roar. "Who here hasn't
fucked your ole man's fat pussy?"
The other men joined in on the laughter, snickering at memories of my
father getting a serious ass riming from lord knows how many of them. I
looked at each of them, each one a supposed straight man, some married
with wives and children of their own, all guilty of shoving their cocks
up my father's ass. Even mr Kennison, my school teacher. How weird was
that?

"Your father doesn't know how to hold his liquor. He gets a few drinks in
him, and instantly becomes comatose." said mr Ray, explaining how my
father became their cum receptacle.

"Yeh. Every night one of us would have to carry him home and put him to
bed like a baby." continued mr Mack.

"Then I found out he was fucking my wife." added mr Weiler, whom was
smoking a cigarette. "So I decided to match an eye for an eye, to fuck
his wife like he'd been fucking mines. But your mother had already left
you two, abandoning her family for some used car salesmen's dick over in
Carvier County. So fucking her was out of the question."

"And that's when you decided to fuck my father instead?" I asked, stunned
by this confession.

"Smart boy." smiled mr Weiler.

"That's why he makes such good grades." added mr Kennison with a wink.

"So how'd the rest of you guys get involved? I... I thought you were his
friends..."

"We knew what Joe (Weiler) was doing to your dad." said mr Ray. "And
wondered why should HE be the only one having fun."

Mr Weiler chuckled.
"I told the guys what I did to your dad the next day. They didn't believe
me..."

"...until he did it again that night, fucking him right there in the back
room of the bar." pointed mr Mack, to a store room in back.

"So... so every night... you guys would...."

"Get your father loaded, then gang fuck him until the bar closed. Yes."
smiled mr Becker. "And I have to say, as the only man here whose HAD both
father and son's assholes wrapped around his dick, that both of you make
for excellent pussy substitutes."

"YOU'VE actually fucked this young man??" asked mr Kennison, sounding
surprised.

"Oh yes." confirmed mr Becker. "I walked in one day from work, to find
him getting gangbanged by my oldest son and a small group of his friends
in mines and my wife's bed. And from the looks of his beaten asshole,
he'd been getting fucked by them for a while."

"Really...?" said Kennison, groping himself openly.

"Oh yeah, his ass was PACKED. My cock slid into him easily. Didn't it
Danny?"
I blushed.

"Hot damn." smiled Mack. "So the kid's as big a cock hound as his ole
man? How many cocks did he take that day?"

"By my count... about FIVE. Six including me. But who knows how many
times they fucked him before I got there. We talking horny teenage boys
here, they can bust multiple cums. Not like US old men, who can barely
squeeze out one or two loads a night."

"Hey, speak for yourself." said the bartender (Rosco).

"Yeh, my dick is long and strong. I make a bitch's pussy scream for
mercy." bragged Mack. Recalling the way his long black cock sawed in and
out of my dad's ass that time I watched them, I knew he was telling the
truth.
I suddenly felt my asshole pucker with excitement.
"So why was he taking their dicks? Was he high, like his ole man?"

"Who knows. Who cares." said Becker, grabbing a brew.
I noticed his cock tenting out the front of his pants.

"I care." said Mack, his own cock throbbing against his pant leg.

"Why the fuck would you care why McMurphy's son was taking dick?" asked
Weiler.

"Cuz if he was taking it because he LIKES it, then whats to keep US from
getting some of that tight teen pussy? And if he was taking it because he
was drunk, then I want to buy him a drink." smiled the black man.

"Me too." smiled mr Kennison.

"He didn't seem drunk, or high to me." said Becker, looking me over.
"Just sluttish."

"So what about it kid? Is it a pleasure or a habit?" asked the bartender.
All the men were staring at me again, their eyes piercing through me as I
stood there feeling vulnerable infront of them.

"Looks like it's a pleasure to me,-" said mr Weiler, puffing his
cigarette. "-judging by the bulge in his crotch."
All eyes fell on my zipper, as my cock was obviously pushing it outward
to get free.

"Hell boy, you boning up for us? You want us old men to shove our dicks
up your ass for you?" asked mr Mack.
I could feel my body trembling with excitement, but I couldn't bring
myself to answer him out loud.

"It's obvious what the kid wants." said Becker, not even hiding his
bulge. "Question is, are you pussies man enough to serve it to him."
The men all looked around at eachother, wondering that same question.
"This isn't like fucking some ole drunk up the ass whose too high to
remember what happened to him the night before. No, THIS is an under age
kid. A juvenile. A PUNK who takes it up the ass because he likes it. But
if you do it, it'll be statutory rape. You could be subject to arrest,
should it get out somehow."

Mr Becker's speech caused the men to think for a minute. I stood there
waiting, watching as each of them thought about the consequences of
possibly fucking me. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was an under age
teenager, standing in a bar, waiting for 6 adult men to decide if they
wanted to stick their cocks in my ass or not.
Suddenly mr Mack got up from his seat, his hardon practically busting the
seams of his pants as it struggled for freedom. He stood directly infront
of me, towering over me as he looked down on me, placing his large hand
on my shoulder.

"Do you WANT us to fuck you, Danny?" he asked, giving me the option.
I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock. I saw it throb as he realized my
dilemma.
"That's what I thought." he smiled, as he draped his arm around my
shoulder.
"Rosco, we're gonna be needing the use of your store room. Again."

"You know where it is." smiled the bartender.