Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 09:15:50 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Dad's drinking buddies-14

"What a mess." someone said as I climbed down off of mr Weiler's lap, my
doubly stretched asshole unable to contain all the spunk dumped into it
by six of my dad's drinking buddies. My hole felt enormous. I'd never
felt it lay open so wide. I could feel gobs of cum ooze freely with every
move I made.
I made my way back over to where my clothes lay, expecting to be able to
get dressed now that each of dad's friends have had a go in my ass. But I
was wrong. Mr Mack walked up behind me the instant I bent over to
retrieve my pants off the floor. Before I was even fully aware he was
behind me, he quickly shoved his bloated cock back up into my stretched
chute. Having had two cocks just fuck me simultaneously, he'd managed to
press nearly half his black snake into me before I even knew he was in
there.

"OOOH!!" I gasped as his dick burrowed into my bowels, non-stop.
Mack grabbed onto my hips and started fucking me all over again. With my
ass sticking out towards him, he was able to hold me in place and fuck
the shit out me, even without my consent.

"Hey... we're supposed to be taking the kid home." said Becker, pulling
up his pants.

"With this big asshole... you expect me NOT to hit it again...?" said
Mack, to the laughter of the others.
While Mack kept on pumping his magic stick in and out of me, mr Kennison
came up and stood directly infront of me, his cock poking straight out of
the fly of his pants infront of him. Without any hesitation, I opened my
mouth and allowed his cock inside. I was fucked front and back by the two
older men for another 15 minutes before they both filled my holes with
more cum. Kennison down my throat, as his cock erupted it's third load of
the night in my mouth. And Mack, deep inside my packed bowels, mixing his
hot load with the tons of cum already clogged inside me.

* * * * * *

Dad's friend mr Ray drove me home. We were talking quietly in the car,
with him finally asking how I became such a good cocksucker. I told him
the experience of seeing him and mr Mack fucking my father, and how I had
spilled that info to my best friends, whom used it against me and made me
their sex slave. I told him a few stories of how, when and where the guys
fucked me, treating me like a real cockwhore, and making me a true
homosexual. The tales obviously excited mr Ray, as he pulled his cock out
of his pants and ordered me to suck him off. I did so expertly, bringing
him to an arousing climax in 10 minutes flat. I was swallowing his full
load, as he pulled off down the street from my house.

I walked into the house, not sure what to expect from dad. I snuck in
quietly, hoping to avoid him until I could make it to the shower. Luckily
I was able to make it all the way up to the bathroom, where I peeled off
my cummy clothes, and disposed of them in the laundry basket. I jumped
into the shower, and washed all the cum and grim from my tired body. A
practical river of slime drained from my gaping hole, releasing what felt
like a ton of trapped sperm inside. I replayed the evening's events in my
head, sporting another boner as I recalled all the cocks and cum that ran
through my body tonight. I jacked off to the memories, shooting a load
against the shower curtains as I breathed a sigh of relief.
Afterward, I dried and dressed in my PJ's, then went to look for my
father. I found him, unconscious in his bedroom, surrounded by several
cans of beer, and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the floor.

"Dad?" I called nervously, hoping he were okay.
He didn't answer me. I noticed his breathing was heavy, reminding me of
the deep coma like sleeps he used to fall into whenever he drank too
much. It was obvious that he had been drinking, no doubt it was from the
stress I'd put him through when I disappeared on him. But I knew his so
called "friends" were forcing him in that direction also, using me and
our argument against him to make him an alcoholic again. Strangely
enough, I didn't care. I looked at this as another opportunity to get
closer to my dad, to feel his body against mine, -to feel his cock inside
me again.

Confident that dad was probably sufficiently drunk, I crept into his room
and turned off the lights. I shook him a few times to be sure that he was
definitely sleep. When he didn't stir, I reached into his boxers and
pulled out his limp cock. Bending forward, I took it into my mouth and
began nursing on it like a baby. Pops cock was fat, even soft. It filled
my mouth fully as I suckled it gently, trying to get a rise out of it
without actually waking him. Spurred on by past sessions when he never
awoke, I continued to suck until it eventually, inevitably began to rise
and harden to full mass.
Dad's cock was big. His impressive piece could have easily rivaled any of
the men at the bar tonight. I slithered my mouth up and down the length
of his tool, coating his stiff standing pipe with a thick coat of saliva
as I gained more and more confidence that he wouldn't wake up.

I kept an eye on dad's face, listening to him breathe as I sucked his
dick. Dad's breathing stayed heavy as he lay back unconscious to the
world. This was the first time he's had alcohol in his system since my
"rape", and it obviously hit him pretty hard. I'd been sucking his cock
for a full 5 minutes when I decided I'd rather feel it probing my asshole
instead. Pulling my mouth off, quickly shed my pajamas and climbed up
onboard. Balancing myself carefully, I aimed his cock up to my moistened
hole, and began to ease down on it, -I felt it squeeze in pass my numb
ring as it popped inside me. I gasped aloud, feeling my anal walls spread
to accommodate him as the head and shaft sank into me fluently.
Pops was still sleeping, his heavy breathing slow and steady. I lowered
myself onto him, feeling his meat pushing up inside me. When my ass
cheeks touched his pelvis, I knew I had all of him inside. I slowly
ground my ass down in his lap, stirring his cock around in my guts as I
stared into his face, -trying to read his expressions. Dad was still
sleeping, his snoring was consistent. I slowly bounced up and down on his
upright cock, feeling the width part my ass cheeks as it slid through me
like butter.

"Uhhhh..." I groaned aloud, unable to keep my excitement contained.
With dad still sleeping pretty good, I began to move with more
confidence, lifting up off his fat pud until only the head was trapped
inside before sliding all the way back down on it. The shaft filled my
hole completely, sending a jolt straight through me everytime I felt the
head bud up inside me.
As the minutes passed, I grew more aggressive and fucked myself harder.
My own cock was rock hard between my legs, slapping against dad's belly
with each impact. I was stroking myself as I rode my father's dick. I
loved the way it stretched me, filling me to full capacity everytime I
slid down on it. Using my hips and thigh, I drove my ass up and down the
hard shaft with intensity, determined to make my dad reach a screaming
orgasm from the silkiness of my chute.

Nothing beats having your asshole fucked good by a nice size cock. I rode
my sleeping father like a champion stud, taking his cock from tip to base
with increasing speed. I couldn't believe how good his cock felt inside
of me. I knew I'd feel guilty later on for taking advantage of my father
yet again while he lay helpless in bed beneath me. But atleast this time
I was giving HIM pleasure. I reasoned that THIS time, atleast I wasn't
fucking him. His straight man's ass was safe for the moment, as I was the
one taking all the dick inside me.
I was beginning to go wild fucking myself, using my father's cock as a
dildo, riding his powerful tool as I masturbated atop him. I was used to
getting my hole pounded by all the cocks that had been in me since my dad
first opened me with anal sex. I liked having them rammed into me deeply,
punishing blows that left my asshole gaping open and numb with aching
pain. I liked feeling that I'd had a massive cock inside me, knowing that
I'd been fucked hard and long by a strong man, a man that used my ass for
his pleasures and desires. A man that didn't necessarily care if I
enjoyed the fuck or not. One that just pounded me deep and hard, fucking
me like some cheap hoe, then leaving my spasming cunt spitting up their
cum.

So engrossed with riding my dad's cock, I hadn't even realized that he
was nolonger snoring. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, feeling my balls
tighten as I neared closer to cumming. Pounding my ass up and down in his
lap, I buried his massive woody in my loosening anus until I started
spraying my semen all over his hairy stomach. I bit my lower lip, trying
to keep from screaming aloud as I tried to capture my flying juices in my
hand. Pop's cock was still brick hard, wedged in my rectum as I came down
from my high. I slowly opened my eyes, finding a huge puddle of my own
cum cupped in my palm. Raising my hand to my mouth, I quickly ate the
warm sperm from my palm, sucking down my own spunk as I replenished
myself with my own juices. Licking all the sticky semen from between the
fingers, I got ready to pull up off dad's cock, sneak away and pretend
this whole scene never happened, when I noticed pop staring straight up
at me, -his red blood shot eyes glassy with lust.

"Enjoying yourself, son?" he asked with a smirk, flipping me over onto my
back. In one swift move, dad had me laying face up with my legs spread
wide around his waist.
"Caught you -again." he smiled, shoving his stiff cock all the way up
inside of me as he took over fucking me with strong steady strokes. I lay
back, excepting his dick in my tense hole as he rode me for his own
pleasures.

Dad took my legs into his large hands, pressed them tight up against my
chest, then started to lay it into me hard. I looked up at him, the only
light in the room coming from the television flashing behind us.
Pop was fucking me good, just like before when he raped me that first
time. But this time I was taking his dick much easier, having been
sufficiently stretched by all the cocks I've had in me since. Back then
he'd been the first cock to break me in, now, I'd been fucked over 100
times by 15 different guys. Taking his dick now felt a million times
better then it did before. Now, I knew what I was doing. I knew how to
take a cock, how to work it with my ass muscles, and make it cum in a
matter of minutes. Pops had no idea what he was in for as he rammed
himself in and out of me with deep penetrating strokes.

"Oooo, Dannnyyyy..." he moaned, in love with the feel of my silky chute.
I loved my dad. I loved the way he fucked me even more. I looked up at
his face, watching him as he took control of our fuck, pounding his cock
into me as if I weren't his son. He fucked me as if I were mom, or better
yet, one of his bitches. Some chick he picked up in a bar, brought home,
and fucked like a prostitute. I lay beneath him, accepting his powerful
thrusts as his pelvis slammed into me. Soon slapping noises filled the
room as our bodies collided in passion. His cock was digging into me
deeply, wedging open the hole already dug by my friends months ago. I was
grateful for all the experience. I liked being able to pleasure any cock
that I came across. I liked being able to take a good solid fuck from a
real man, taking his hard heavy pounding as he fucks me with all the
strength he couldn't possibly use on a woman.

With my legs up to my chest, pops had a clear uninterrupted path into my
bowels. His cock rocked back and forth through me, penetrating deeply as
he fucked me with growing strength. I lay beneath him, feeling him drive
his cock through me with force, making my asshole bare the brunt of his
impacts. I was getting a royal fucking from my father, taking his manhood
into me repeatedly. I could feel my asshole relaxing under his expertise,
his searching penis causing my rectum to bloom as it ran through me. He
was enjoying his fuck, plunging into me with heated grunts of lust as my
rectum suddenly started to leak a slimy liquid. It coated his cock in a
slick film as he continued to fuck me. We both noticed the difference in
texture as my hole got slicker and wetter. I knew immediately what it
was. It had to be some lost cum left behind deep within my intestines
from the heavy gangbanging I took earlier. It was now draining out of me
as my dad pounded his cock into my relaxed and open ring.
Dad knew what it was as well. He looked down between my legs where our
bodies met and watched as his cock rocked in and out of me, his dick
covered in someone else's slime as it oozed out of me with every inward
thrust. I reached up to touch his hairy chest, running my hands through
the sperm I'd shot there earlier. Pops groaned as he fucked me harder,
his hips slamming into me as he angled his cock around inside me.

"OH, OH, UH, UH..." I groaned after every stroke of his dick. "I..., UH,
love you, UH, dad... " I managed to gasp, looking up into his brown eyes
as he bore into me.

"I love you too, son." he said, never missing a stroke as we looked
deeply into eachother's eyes while he fucked me non-stop.
And I did love him. I loved him because he was my father, because he
created me, loved me, cared for me, nursed and fed me throughout the
years. But I also loved the way he was taking control of my body, using
me to satisfy his own cardinal needs. I spread my legs widely apart,
giving pops room to lay down directly on top of me, his hairy torso
coming into contact with my body as he lowered himself until he was
laying directly on top of me fully like a female.
Gently we kissed for the first time, his mustache tickling my upper lip.
Slowly his tongue came out and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it
feverishly, trying to extract it as we french kissed like husband and
wife.

Dad buried his tongue in my mouth, kissing me harder and more
aggressively to match his strokes. I wrapped my arms around his torso,
pulling him into me with all of my might as his hips continued to drive
his tool through me like a spear. We fucked and fucked for what felt like
hours. Dad pounded my ass like nobody's business. I'd been fucked before
(lord knows), but I'd never been made love to. I felt as if dad wasn't
just fucking me, but was making total and distinct love to me like noone
had before. I was his son, after all. There really was a bond between us.
Our fucking could only enhance that bond, making us appreciate eachother
more for what we did for eachother.
All too soon pops yanked his tongue from my sucking mouth, pushed up on
his arms until he was in push-up position above me, then started to let
loose an agonizing wail as his cock stiffened and began to hose my guts
with his hot cum.

"AAAHHH... AAARRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!!!" he screamed, filling my guts full.
I lay beneath him, gasping for breath as he emptied his spunk into me. I
could feel my bowels fill with his load as his cock jumped and jerked
wildly inside of me.

His cock drained in me, filling me with the same juice that impregnated
my mother and created me 15 years ago. We were connected by cock and
asshole, I felt so special as my rectum filled with my dad's abundance
before he finally collapsed on top of me.
Pops heart was beating like a drum against mines. His breathing was
labored as he came down from his high. I could feel his cock still
jerking inside of me, even as it started to shrink. Pretty soon he was
asleep again, his larger body trapping me under him. I kissed him
lovingly along his neck and shoulders, caressing his body as he slept. I
was in heaven, having finally laid my father again. I didn't know how he
would react to our session in the morning, but at the moment, it was all
I ever dreamt it would be, and more.