Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2007 22:06:14 -0500
From: Francis Klein <jmyska@comcast.net>
Subject: Dad's Massage - Chapter 5

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Dad's Massage

Chapter 5


	As I walked down the hall toward the room I shared with my Dad I
kept reviewing my encounter with Mr. Cecil, Dad's best friend. I hadn't
gotten my rocks off since I'd been totally concentrated on
Mr. Cecil. Needless to say, my dick had been painfully hard during the
whole encounter. I had my hand down my shorts feverishly stroking it as I
mentally pictured everything that had just occurred.

	I'd never heard the words "size queen" before, but if I had, I
would have to have admitted that I was rapidly becoming one. Mr. Cecil's
equipment had blown me away. The more I thought about it the more I knew
that I'd want to see it and touch it again. But right now, I needed to be
with my Dad. I knew for a fact that there were things I could do with Dad
that I couldn't begin to accomplish with Mr. Cecil's huge size.

	As I let myself into our room I immediately rushed over to Dad,
hoping he was still awake and willing to play. He was lying on top of the
sheets totally naked and I could see from the throbbing of his hard dick
that he was completely aroused. When I looked into his open eyes he grinned
up at me flexing his hard piece forcing a glob of precum out of his
puckered skin.

	"Have a good time?" he quietly asked me.

	I shook my head yes while locking my eyes on his erection licking
my lips as I stared.

	"Ready for your turn now?" Dad continued flexing his cock again.

	I shook my head again and let out a little whimper still furiously
jacking my dick.

	"Then get those clothes off and hop up here. Daddy will take care
of you," he said.

	I was out of those shorts and up on the bed wantonly grinding my
dick against his almost before he'd stopped speaking. He wrapped his arms
around me, crushing me into his chest as I lay on top of him humping and
moaning with need.

	"Did Mr. Cecil make my boy hot?" Dad whispered in my ear.

	I answered by sitting up and positioning my butt so that his rock
hard erection was rubbing against my sensitive asshole. Now it was his turn
to grunt and moan. I had my hands on his chest and was twisting and
pinching his nipples as we continued to grind and ride up against each
other. My dick was pointed straight up and with each humping motion I was
rubbing it as hard as I could against the hairy lower part of his
stomach. The friction was causing my foreskin to slurp wetly back and forth
over my sensitive helmet with each pass. A puddle of juice had already
begun to form on Dad's belly.

	Dad reached with one hand and scooped up my precum while the other
hand pried my cheeks apart so he could begin smearing it all around my
hole. When it was nice and wet he slid me back down on his shaft and
continued his fucking motions more urgently. I was beginning to reach that
state where all I could think about was feeling my Dad's dick buried to the
hilt in my ass. I needed to be fucked, and soon.

	By this point in time, Dad and I were pretty in sync with each
other. He could usually tell what I wanted and never failed to give it to
me. But just to make sure, I heaved myself off of him and positioned myself
on all fours on the lower part of our bed with my ass raised up as far as
it would go. I reached behind myself and spread my cheeks inviting him to
attack my pulsating pucker. Dad wasted no time kneeling behind me and
burying his face in my ass. His expert tongue was buried inside me with
almost no preliminaries. As soon as I could feel myself being aggressively
penetrated I clamped my sphincter tightly around his tongue and totally
surrendered my ass.

	After months of experience, Dad knew how much I loved having my ass
eaten by him, and he seemed to love doing it. He could go hours or minutes
depending on my urgency and mood and appeared to always know exactly what
to do and precisely how long it should last. Tonight he knew with certainty
that he only needed to work on me enough with his tongue to get me
lubricated and ready to ride his fat dick. He psychically knew that what I
needed was to feel his long tool ramming against my sensitive prostate.

	As soon as he knew I was wet enough, he pulled his tongue out, spit
in his hand and slathered his prong. I felt the wet cockhead come into
contact with my hole and impatiently shoved my ass back impaling myself on
half of his shaft. Only then did I let out a huge sigh of relief. Dad kept
his body completely still and allowed me to move my ass back and forth
completely controlling the action for a while. He didn't move again until I
felt my butt finally come to rest against his hairy pelvis. He allowed me
to give myself a couple of more strokes traveling the entire length of his
10 inch prong before he finally leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Ready
now, sport?"

	"Yeah, Dad," I responded. "Fuck me hard. Please."

	And that's just what he did. Now he grabbed me firmly by the hips
to immobilize my body and began pistoning in and out of my ass with the
longest strokes possible. He grunted with the fierceness of his pounding
and I moaned my appreciation for his efforts. Through trial and error over
the months I'd discovered that having him fuck me from behind guaranteed me
the deepest possible penetration. And there were times, like tonight, when
that was all that I wanted. I wanted to be fucked deep and hard while I
relived gorging myself on the incredible cock lying in the very next room.

	Dad seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and for the first
time since we'd been together he began whispering things to me while we
fucked.

	"You loved getting to touch that monster dick, didn't you boy?" he
said.

	I squealed my reply.

	"Yeah, I knew you'd like it. Big and fat and juicy just like you
like 'em."

	I was shocked by his words, but undeniably turned on. "Fuck me
harder Daddy," I replied.

	"That's right boy. Anybody that sees that big dick he's packing
always wants to touch it. But not many people get the chance," he went
on. "I told Mr. Cecil what a special boy you are. I knew he'd want to see
for himself."

	So Dad had set this up. And he did it for me. "Oh, Daddy, I love
you," I cried.

	"I love you too, son," he responded. "I'm sure Mr. Cecil loved your
mouth on that fat piece of his too. I heard him yell when he came. But I
know he didn't fuck you. Your ass is too tight. No way it would be this
tight after him."

	Talking like this seemed to be revving Dad's engine more than usual
and I felt him quickening his pace. He must have been jacking off listening
to the noise come from next door, hoping that I would be horny when I came
to bed. Being with Mr. Cecil was making this fuck much hotter than it had
ever been for both of us. That wasn't something I had anticipated.

	Dad and I were both rapidly approaching the point of no return. He
stopped talking then and focused all of his attention on me. I knew he felt
like he was getting close when he reached around me and started stroking my
dick. Dad never touched my meat during foreplay or any other time
really. But he always made sure that I was ready to pop along with him. His
hand was no stranger to the task, however. In just a few expertly timed and
executed strokes we were both screaming and busting our nuts. He always
knew just how long to keep pounding my ass to draw maximum pleasure from my
orgasm.

Just as we were catching our breath we heard a loud moan and grunt coming
from the next room. We looked at each other and smiled. Dad said, "I don't
imagine you'll have any trouble getting another round with him if you want
it."

I just nodded my head and said, "That would be great."

In another few minutes the house was quiet and Dad and I were wrapped up
together and dropping off into sleep. I must admit I slept like a rock that
night. Two intense and sexy episodes in one night had left me totally
spent. I slept later than usual the next morning too and awakened to find
myself alone in our bed. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen and
knew that Dad and Mr. Cecil were both up. I couldn't help but wonder if
they were discussing the events of last night. They had obviously talked
about me before things happened.

I went to the bathroom to clean up. I needed to wash all the remnants of
the previous evening off and out of my body. Besides, I wanted to be
wide-awake before I walked into the room with the two sexiest men I knew. I
didn't know how things would be since we'd all heard each other's sessions
last night. I knew that Mr. Cecil had to know that I'd gone straight to our
room so that Dad could fuck me. From the sounds of his grunting and
moaning, I figured he'd liked what he heard. I also couldn't help wondering
if he was ever horned up like I always am in the morning.

After my shower I went back to our room to find something clean to put
on. As I was rummaging around in my drawer, though, it occurred to me that
they might be surprised if I came in wearing nothing at all. Dad and I went
naked around the house most of the time now, so it was nothing new between
us. But Dad had put on underwear last night after his shower and so had
Mr. Cecil. After hesitating for a second I decided to throw caution to the
wind and strolled down the hall toward the kitchen still nude.

Imagine my delighted surprise when I rounded the corner to see both of them
sitting at the kitchen table naked as the day they were born. "Holy crap,"
I thought, hesitating in the doorway. Both men got instant grins on their
faces when they saw me.

"Well there's the sleepy boy, now," Mr. Cecil drawled motioning me into the
room. "How'd you sleep, Bud?" he inquired.

"Like a rock," I replied.

"Speaking of rocks," Mr. Cecil went on looking pointedly down at my
crotch. "Guess you are an early riser after all."

I looked down to see that I was sporting a semi and immediately blushed to
my toes.

"Don't worry about that, Bud," he said in a reassuring tone. "In a room
full of men there's always at least one hard dick at any given time. It's
just how men are. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Hell I'll probably
spring one myself now that you're here." Then he gave me a grin and a wink
and pulled out a chair between he and my Dad..

When I was seated, Dad reached over and ruffled my buzzed head with his
hand and asked, "You hungry? Mr. Cecil was up early and rustled up
breakfast."

"I'm starving," I said honestly as Dad got up and started filling a plate
for me from the stove. While he was doing that I looked over at Mr. Cecil
who was sprawled back comfortably in his chair with a now empty plate on
the table in front of him. He was watching me intently and as soon as he
knew he had my attention, he stretched out his whole body seductively. Then
he stretched even more while raising his arms and belting out a deep and
satisfying yawn.

I watched the whole thing letting my eyes travel up and down his entire
tense and bulging body. Of course my gaze settled on his huge slab of meat,
which had tensed up and expanded along with the rest of his body. "Told you
I'd probably bone up too, Bud," he said with a wicked looking grin.

"Behind me I heard Dad chuckle and he said, "At least let the boy eat
before you go getting him riled up, Cecil." But when turned around to hand
me my plate I could see that his flagpole was about at half-mast himself.

"You heard your Dad," Mr. Cecil laughed. "Eat. Then we'll see what else you
might be hungry for." That set them both off in a fit of laughter like two
overgrown kids. I laughed along with them and dug into my food thinking
that this was going to be a really interesting day.

While I was eating Mr. Cecil and Dad talked about whether it was a good day
for fishing and where we should go if we did. As I ate I watched them
scratching their nuts and fondling their dicks as they chatted. It was so
casual and natural that I knew they weren't really trying to turn me on,
but I was getting aroused all the same.

 By the time I put the last bite in my mouth I was fully erect, a fact that
neither

man could have missed. They didn't acknowledge my condition as they
continued to talk but a glance at first Dad, then Mr. Cecil confirmed that
they were both sporting wood of their own. Without saying a word, I slid my
butt off my chair and ducked underneath the table. I reached in either
direction and began running my hands up and down their hairy, muscular
legs.

	They didn't miss a beat in their discussion. But while they
continued to talk back and forth, they simultaneously pulled their chairs
further beneath the table. Now both of their dicks were within easy reach
for me where I sat on the floor between them. Right on cue, they both slid
their butts forward to the end of their respective seats and spread their
legs wide allowing their big packages to hang freely over the edge.

	I spent a minute or two still rubbing their legs looking back and
forth between them. I couldn't see anything above their navels and they
couldn't see me, which suited me fine. What I wanted to see at that moment
was hanging invitingly on either side of me. As I looked back and forth
from one spectacular sight to the other I found myself comparing the
views. Both Dad and Mr. Cecil were utterly masculine, incredibly well-hung
men; fat long cocks with swollen meaty heads, big bull balls, and inches of
foreskin just begging to be sucked and chewed. I could worship and enjoy
looking in either direction. I couldn't have chosen between them if my life
depended on it. Fortunately I didn't have to. They seemed to be agreeable
to me having them both, and at the same time.

	Having Dad as a willing sex partner for these last months had been
my dream come true. Now having both of them displaying themselves for me
and inviting me to do as I pleased was almost too much to take in. It was
time for me to stop thinking about it and take advantage of my unbelievable
luck.

 I reached out with both hands and began running them over their hardening
dicks then cupping and weighing their heavy hanging balls. I could barely
get my hand around both balls at once of either man but I tried. As I
fondled those heavy hanging sacks I noticed that Mr. Cecil's nuts were both
larger and hung lower than my Dad's. But both sets were perfectly
proportioned to the cocks that went with them. Mr. Cecil was bigger than
Dad in that department too as I'd found out when I tried to suck him last
night. But I knew every inch and vein and surface of my Dad's meat from all
of the things he'd allowed and encouraged me to do to him. And I loved that
I could swallow every bit of him until he was exploding from the pleasure I
could give him.

I knew then that no one would ever take the place of my Dad. No matter how
hot or horse-hung they were, they'd never make me feel the way I did when
Dad and I were together. Oddly, that realization gave me the freedom I
needed to enjoy both men now knowing that I'd never have to choose between
them.

I leaned over and sucked the end of Dad's dick in my mouth and ran my
tongue underneath his foreskin. I listened as his conversation faltered for
a moment while he released a contented sigh. From the corner of my eye I
saw Mr. Cecil's dick flex as though in anticipation. After running my
tongue all around Dad's head a couple of times I pulled my head back till
it popped from my mouth with an audible slurp. I immediately turned and
dove onto Mr. Cecil's still only partially erect meat and managed to get
half of it into my mouth before reaching my limit. I tried my swallowing
trick, but his giant head was already too fat to force its way into my
throat. "Shit," I heard him gasp so I stayed where I was swabbing what I
could reach with my tongue.

He clearly appreciated what I was doing because I felt as he hardened even
more in my mouth, rapidly outgrowing the available space. I held on as long
as I could manage before backing off till only the head remained captured
in my fully stretched lips. When I was with him last night, Mr. Cecil
seemed to like things a little rougher than Dad does. He'd had me chewing
his foreskin in a way that would have been a bit painful for me or for Dad,
but he seemed to really love it.  So, I allowed my teeth to come down on
him now biting down just behind the ridge. He immediately released a squirt
of tasty juice in my mouth so I gnawed him a little harder and grazed my
teeth all down the head. I sucked hard to capture the long sheath of skin
at the end and continued to chew and to bite till his dick was fully
engorged.

"Damn, that's good," he said to my Dad.

"The best," Dad agreed.

Bursting with pride upon hearing their exchange, I turned to my Dad's dick
while reaching up to jack Mr. Cecil's now rock hard boner. I set up a slow
rhythm wanking the enormous cock in my hand while I was licking and wetting
Dad's hardening shaft in preparation. I needed to feel him down in my
throat touching the spots only he had hit. I worshipped every inch that he
had and wanted him to know it. The best way I could think of to show him
was by letting him feel my nose buried in his pubes after swallowing him to
the root. I lifted his cock by the base and slid my mouth over the spit
soaked tip licking and slurping loudly as I went. I pulled overhang between
my lips and began sucking and stretching it as far as it would go. I
watched as Dad's cockhead flared out just beyond my suctioning lips. That
was my signal to slowly slide my mouth over the head until it was
completely engulfed. I paused there a moment to take a deep breath through
my nose then pushed forward steadily taking the rest of him in one stroke.

"Mmmm," I moaned when I felt him slip into my throat, the place that only
he had ever been. I immediately began contracting my throat muscles knowing
how it never failed to drive him wild.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "He's got it all."

"Damn," Mr. Cecil said as his dick throbbed and bucked in my hand. "Shit,
even Charles can't manage that."

Dad reacted by grinding his crotch into my mouth making sure I had all that
he could give me. I let him hump me that way a couple of times before
pulling back to the head. I used my tongue and my lips to work his foreskin
back over it so I could suck all the juice that I knew would be gushing
from his swollen piss slit.  I lapped up the precum I found and smeared it
all over his crown rotating my mouth till I had reached every
surface. Having done that I released the head with a loud pop. I then moved
my hand up from the root letting it slide all the way down Dad's pulsating
shaft. This slowly forced his foreskin back over the head, which I watched
as a deeper level of lust ignited in me.

I began stroking Dad in the same slow rhythm that I'd maintained on
Mr. Cecil the whole time I'd been deep throating Dad. When my hands synced
up and their rhythms aligned I turned my attention back to the raging cock
on my left. Mr. Cecil was definitely ready for more attention judging by
the way his dick strained and throbbed when I stroked. He was dripping a
steady stream of cockjuice down my hand so the first thing I did was lap up
one trail of it and follow it up the mighty shaft to the still dripping
skin. I sucked all I could out of his foreskin before turning my attention
to his low-hanging balls.

I lifted his dick higher as I continued to stroke him and buried my mouth
in his hair-covered sack. I filled my open mouth with the wrinkly pouch
skin chewing and teasing it with my teeth. Then I began lapping my tongue
over his balls.

"That's it, Bud, lick my big nuts. Ohhhh, that's good," I heard Mr. Cecil
say with a groan. So, I continued until his sack was dripping wet with my
spit. His balls had pulled up some as I worked them telling me that his
arousal was growing. I increased the speed of my jacking hands on both men
to allow their pleasure to build. I continued to stroke with loving hands
as they quietly moaned in unison. I wasn't ready for them to cum yet, so as
they both began to tense up and their nuts pulled up even higher, I slowed
things back down again bringing them back from the edge.

I'd learned enough to know that the longer I could tease then back off then
tease some more, the deeper and more satisfying a man's orgasm would
be. I'd really come to love the sense of control that it gave me. Many
nights I had played this game with my Dad till he'd finally been begging
and demanding release. When I finally brought him off, then, he'd
practically drown me in rivers of sperm. So I slowly stopped my jacking and
returned to caressing their balls, pulling and massaging until they relaxed
again to a fully extended position. I listened as their breathing slowed
back to a more normal rhythm before beginning the process again.

I turned back to Dad and started sucking his dick. I was bobbing up and
down slowly on the first four or five inches. There was no urgency to my
actions and Dad knew from experience that I just wanted to enjoy the feel
and the taste of him for a while before building him to another
peak. "That's good, baby, take your time. We've got all day if you want
it," Dad murmured signaling me that he was aware of my intention and
willing to let me set the pace.

I released him then and turned in the other direction using the same
technique on Mr. Cecil's juicy ripe cockhead. I let about three quarters of
it slip in and out of my mouth swabbing my tongue around his heart shaped
cleft. I felt him relax with it enjoying the sensations, no longer in a
race to the finish. They were both where I wanted them now so I spent a
good while going back and forth between them. After a while I began to pick
up the pace of my sucking a bit and a new arc of pleasure started to build.

They'd continued to leak steadily as I worked them, with the flow of juice
increasing as I brought them to a higher state of arousal once more. I
finally forced my mouth over Mr. Cecil's entire cockhead which I knew from
last night was all it really took to get him to shoot. But when I felt it
expand a bit I quickly released it while squeezing him tightly just behind
the head. He moaned loudly and pushed hard against my grip on him. He'd
almost gone over, but not quite. When he got the message that I wasn't
going to go further he melted back into his seat with a sigh. I released my
pressure on his shaft and watched as a long rope of precum oozed out of the
folds of his foreskin stretching in a continuous string as it dropped to
the floor.

I turned then to Dad and began the process on him taking more of him into
my mouth with each pass. He held off as best he could while I sucked him in
deeper and deeper. But by the time I slipped him into my throat he was
clearly approaching the point of no return. I quickly pulled off him and
squeezed him tightly the way I'd just done with Mr. Cecil. I felt him
fighting his urge to go all the way by thrusting himself into my
fist. After one or two involuntary bucks of his hips he forced himself to
relax with a groan. I positioned my lips around his pucker without really
touching in so I could catch the gush of juice that shot out as I released
my pressure on his shaft.

I repeated this scenario, first on one man then the other two more times
before both men were whimpering and pleading for release. I knew they were
ready now so I grabbed their dicks firmly and started to flog them at a
pace that would have them blasting their loads in just a few strokes. I
wanted them to go at the same time if I could. I needn't have been
concerned, though. As soon as I felt Mr. Cecil go rigid and shout "Oh God,
here it comes," I felt Dad thrust madly into my hand as he answered with
"Me, too." Then both dicks erupted bathing me with jet after jet of
sperm. I turned my open mouth back and forth as I jacked them catching a
blast from each man. I allowed their loads to mingle in my mouth creating a
new combined taste that was equal parts of both of them.

I continued to stroke them until I'd milked them dry before finally
releasing them. Then I carefully took them in turn licking and cleaning
their dicks with my mouth. As I was licking the last of their sperm from
their rapidly softening cocks, I grabbed my own hard-on and stroked myself
to my own heart-stopping explosion. I was squealing and grunting as I
watched the first blast fly straight up and splat wetly on the underside of
the table above me.

When I could move again I heaved myself back up into my chair dripping and
soaking with cum. I looked at both men with a satisfied smile saying,
"We're going to need the bucket and mop."

"And a shower," Dad agreed reaching over to wipe a glob of his cum from my
chin.

"And maybe a nap!" Mr. Cecil exclaimed with a sleepy-eyed yawn.

Dad looked at Mr. Cecil pointedly and replied, "He'll only wake up horny
all over again."

"That's what I'm counting on," Mr. Cecil shot back giving me a chuckle and
a wink.

Yeah, this was going to be a very interesting day indeed.