Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2011 07:20:43 -0400
From: Dare Santee <daresantee@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Pleasure Boy

Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy.
It contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If
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Dad's Pleasure Boy

Moonlight illuminated my bedroom; the hushed noises I heard coming
from the living room aroused my curiosity. `Who's next' I heard a
man's voice. `I'll have a go at her' my dad's voice answered the man.
Slipping out of bed in my superhero briefs, barefoot, I cracked open
the bedroom door and peeked out. My dad and I live alone in a little
house about three kilometers outside a small town. I've heard some of
the local townspeople refer to it as a village.

My name is Colt and this story begins when I'm ten years old. That was
six years ago and the day I realized what I wanted to do more than
anything. I love to make guys feel good between their legs. I was a
little guy then, looked more like seven or eight than ten. I'm still a
slender guy standing 5'7" but have nice definition like my dad. He
calls himself and granddad hairy otters.

My dad, Dale, got my mom pregnant when he was fifteen and she was
sixteen. Nine months later I literally popped into the world and into
dad's life. I don't remember my mom and she has never made any attempt
to contact me. My dad helped me try to find her once, but when she
found out I was looking for her, she made it clear to my dad to never
bother her again. Admitting my existence would mess up the life she
had moved on to without me and dad. Kind of hard for a boy to face,
but my dad held me, and cried with me and for me.

Lucky enough to have grandparents who took me in for my teen father, I
have been loved and adore my dad and his buddies. My grandparents live
down the road from my dad and me, but we can't see their house because
of the stand of pine forest between us.

Stepping into the hall I could see better into the small living room.
Six of my dad's buddies, two teen age boys, and my granddad were
sitting or standing around nude or in some stage of undress. All of
them had their pants and underwear off and most of them were fondling
themselves. My little wiener sprang stiff.

In the middle of the floor I saw my dad lower himself on a naked woman
I didn't know. My dad's wiener looked huge from my perspective as I
saw it disappear between them.  Being just the two of us guys, I'd
seen him naked before, and even his hard wiener. He'd laugh and bob it
a couple of times at me, telling me someday, mine would get big too.
When mine would get stiff he'd wink at me and smile saying "nice one
you got there".

"Fuck yeah, she's wet. You left a big load in her," my dad said to one
of the teenage boys. His firm hairy butt began to move up and down on
top of her.

"Give it to her stud. She loves it," my dad's best friend Brim said.
"Bet that feels good."

A flash went off. A man I didn't know was taking pictures. I saw a
video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room.

I noticed the woman was blindfolded and tied down with her legs open.
At first I thought they were hurting her from the moans she made, but
soon realized she liked it, and it sounded like she liked it a lot the
more my dad pumped on her!

Dad turned his head and saw me standing back in the shadow of the
hall. I saw his eyes get this faraway look, his face froze, eyes
widened and he growled deep while pumping down hard, staying like that
until he started a couple of more softer pumps before lifting himself
off her. His wiener was shiny wet with white whipped cream around the
base and in his dark pubic hair.  A slime string breaking off when he
sat back in his knees. He never took his eyes off me. My little wiener
jumped in my superhero briefs. Something in me envied the woman under
him. I wanted to make him growl.

All of the guys were looking down the hall at me. The silence a bit
unnerving for a ten year old.

"Hey fellow. You shouldn't be up," Brim said picking me up and taking
me back in my room.

Brim didn't sound angry and I liked being held close to his naked
chest. He caught me looking between his legs and chuckled. "Like
looking at that big boy standing up there, huh?"

"What was dad doing to that woman?" I asked not taking my eyes off
Brim's hard wiener. It seemed to be looking right back at me with the
one leaking eye a clear drop.

"Laying pipe," Brim said with a huge grin, and noticed the confusion
on my face. "Maybe we ought to let your dad explain it to you tomorrow
morning. You get back in bed and go to sleep. Okay?"

I nodded, hugged Brim and laid down when he deposited me on the bed.
As soon as he was gone, I cracked open my door and stood there
watching the other guys lay pipe with the woman. My dad and granddad
laid pipe twice and so did the two teenage boys. I saw my dad staring
at my door down the hall and I knew he knew I was there, but didn't
say anything. He angled himself spreading his legs so I could see his
junk while he played with it. He let me watch in secret. That night I
learned to play with myself and I experienced the first magical thrill
of a dry cum. Most wonderful feeling so far in my young life.

*****

"You want to talk about what you saw last night?" My dad asked me at
the breakfast table. His voice calm with a hint of humor.

I was ten years old. I didn't know what to say so I guess it sounded
kind of childish when I said, "I liked watching."

"Tell me what you saw and what you thought," dad said. "How did it
make you feel?"

Too many questions for my young brain to process, but I tried. "Made
me feel funny, good funny. I saw you on top of the woman. Brim said
you were laying pipe. Then all the other guys laid pipe with her."

Dad laughed when I said that. "Brim has a way with words. We were
having sex. Do you know what sex is?"

I nodded my head yes and then I shook it no. "Not really."

"It's usually a private thing with people who want to experience
feeling really good. Sometimes a guy or woman can do it alone, with
each other, or with other people, sometimes more than one like last
night," dad said. "The most important thing is you have to trust the
people you're having sex with and not tell or talk about it to anyone
else. You won't tell anyone will you? Especially grandma. She'd be
really mad at your granddad. You'll understand a lot better when you
get a little older."

"I won't tell anyone dad. Ever." I said and meant every word of it.
Instinctively I knew this wasn't to be shared.

"I liked watching you the most," I said. "And then I liked granddad.
His butt is hairy like yours and he's got a big wiener like yours."

"You did huh?" Dad grinned. "I kind of thought you might. That's why I
sat myself where you could see me. Next time I'll ask your granddad to
do the same for you. Our secret. You, me, and granddad."

"Who is she?" I asked.

"You haven't met her. Her name's Jess and she and her husband, Bill
just moved to town a couple of months ago," dad said. "He likes to
watch other guys have sex with her, and she likes it too."

Being ten, I accepted that and didn't ask anything else about her. But
I did have other things on my young mind. "How does it make you feel
really good?" I asked. I noticed dad hesitate. I think he was trying
to figure out how to answer this on my level.

"You know when you get a stiffie. Well, if a guy plays with it enough
or has a woman to help him play with it this great feeling gets in
your wiener and when a guy is older white stuff called sperm come out
the end where you pee from."

Information overload. It must have showed on my young face. "I rubbed
my wiener last night until if felt really good and then went away. I
didn't get any white stuff. Is that what you mean?"

"Yeah, that's it, except it gets even better when you're older. Boys
and men love the feeling," dad said.

"I loved the feeling and want to do it again. Can I do it with you
guys next time? I'm old enough," I said trying to sound mature.

"Let me think about it," dad said.

"Okay," I agreed. "How old do I have to be before I can lay pipe?"

"If you can get your cock inside a cunt, then you can lay pipe."

I giggled when dad called my wiener a cock. "I'll get it in her just
like you," I boasted.

Dad laughed out loud at me giggling. "I want to see that and so will
the other guys. You're my son alright."

*****

On most Saturday nights for the next two years I sat on my dad's naked
lap watching the teenage boys and men lay pipe in Jess. I learned a
lot. Every sexual word and phrase in the book. They weren't laying
pipe, they were fucking her and dropping their loads in her cunt. We
called ourselves the SPG, for the Sloppy Pussy Guys, because all of us
liked the smooth creamy heat of Jess's pussy when she had a hole full
of cum.

I remember dad wrapping his arms around me, feeling his big cock
pushed against the back of my butt. Sometimes I'd reach around
pretending to adjust the position of dad's dick, but it was to feel
it. I loved it.

The first time I got to fuck Jess, dad knelt beside me helping me
mount her. The other guys cheered me on while Bill too lots of
pictures. He sent dad a dvd a couple of days later and we still watch
it together. When my little hard wiener sank into her warmth I
couldn't help moving my butt up and down. Must be male instinct,
because I didn't pull out until I got the sensation of my dry cum. It
was awesome! The best part was dad watching me and looking into my
eyes when I came. He winked at me when it was over, physically lifted
me off Jess, and mounted her himself letting me sit beside him while
he fucked her.

At other times when dad was fucking Jess, he'd always lock onto my
eyes, especially when he was cumming inside her. He knew I liked to
see the pleasure on his face. Granddad and Brim would do the same. I'd
sit on granddad's lap or Brim's when dad was on top of Jess. Both of
them would find an opportunity to brush my little hard peter and
sometimes even fondle it. Once Brim caused me to dry cum and I felt
his gooey sticky wet on my backside when he came too. Dad came inside
Jess the same time we both did. It was great. Brim got teased, but he
winked at me letting me know it was all in fun.

Two years later Bill was transferred again and he and Jess moved away.
All of the fun for the SPG boys ended and the area became like old
times. Far away from any large populated areas and no women who would
put out on a regular basis unless you married them. And even then, I
learned, married women won't always put out as much as their husbands
would like.

I'd seen the guys put their dicks in Jess's mouth and knew what a
blowjob was. I'd put my dick in her mouth too at times. By then I was
getting my first hairs in my crotch, and could squirt cream from my
pubescent peter. Thinking about offering to blow the guys like Jess
did made me horny. I wanted to try it for dad and his friends, but at
the same time was afraid of what they would think of me. So I didn't.

I jacked off in front of the computer a lot. Dad would join me for a
wank and we'd watch each other cum. When dad wasn't around, I'd find
gay sites, stories, and chatrooms about blowjobs.  Bill had given dad
a bunch of dvds and photos of us fucking his wife when they lived
here. Occasionally we used those to jackoff too. Granddad or Brim
would stop by, want to see one of the dvds and we'd end up with our
pants around our ankles stroking it while watching all of us fuck
Jess. If dad left the room for a minute or wasn't around Brim and
granddad would let me touch their big cocks, and fondle mine. We even
made each other cum a few times. That was hot!

*****

On a trip to India with my dad when his work sent him there for four
months, my perception of the world changed again. Thirteen years old,
we'd been there for a month when I met another American boy. His name
was Jimmy and he was the same age as me.

"You want to see teenage boys play foal with one of the little
European boys?" Jimmy asked me.

"What's foal?" I asked.

"You have to see it to believe it, but you have to promise not to tell
anyone," Jimmy said. "We could get in trouble."

"I promise," I said. "How does the game go?"

"I'll explain it to you when we get there," Jimmy said.

Two streets over Jimmy and I climbed a tree overlooking a walled
garden. It was hard to see through all the leaves, and I knew no one
in the garden could see us unless they looked hard.

"I can't see much," I said. "There's a building in the way."

"Wait. They'll be here in a minute," Jimmy whispered.

Soon a curly haired blond boy walked into the yard. Looking over his
shoulder, he made his way to a thick wooden gate in the wall and
unbolted it. Three Indian boys came through. They didn't look much
older than Jimmy and me. Each had on a T-shirt and dark baggy shorts
with an elastic waist. One of the boys was really cute. The other two,
thin, straight black hair, and plain faces, but not bad. They said
something to the little blond boy and stepped behind the garden
building. The view from the tree became better. It was perfect. Jimmy
and I could see everything.

The little boy lay down on his back and Jimmy started whispering to
me. "He's pretending he's a newborn foal and hungry. The guys are
going to feed him but he has to do it like a foal does."

I watched one of the boys spread his legs and stand over the blond boy
straddling his head. The little blond could see up his baggy legged
shorts. The blond shifted around on his hands and knees nuzzling under
the leg of the Indian boy's shorts.

"The older boys don't wear underwear when they play this. He's going
to suck and get the milk like a little foal," Jimmy whispered.

My eyes must have been bugging out of my head, because Jimmy elbowed
me and chuckled.

The Indian boy reached down the front of his shorts and must have
rearranged himself so the blond could get his mouth around him. It
worked. The blond boy's head bobbed like a foal's when feeding. I
could see his thin shaft in the blond's mouth. The Indian boy grinned
at his companions until his eyes rolled and I knew he was giving his
milk to the blond boy. When he was finished the little blond lay back
down and another of the Indian boys straddled him, letting the boy
look up his shorts to find what he was looking for. The same thing
happened except this time the Indian boy had to lean forward a little
because his dick was so hard it wouldn't bend down as easily to poke
out of the leg of his shorts.

"Oh shit," Jimmy said.

Coming out of the house was my dad and another man. We saw them
walking toward the little garden house.

"Oh shit," Jimmy said again.

I knew the boys would get caught. Somehow I knew my dad wouldn't care,
but I didn't know about the other guy. He was blond and I guessed the
little boys dad.

"Hey dad," I called.

Dad and the man looked up scanning the tree until they saw us.

"Are you crazy?" Jimmy whispered.

"Trust me," I said. We saw the boys behind the garden house freeze up.
The boy with his cock in the little boy's mouth couldn't help it. He
started ejaculating in complete silence holding the boy's head until
he finished.

"What are you doing there?" Dad asked.

"Climbing trees with Jimmy," I said. "I didn't know you were here."

"Stopped for a beer before coming home," dad said shaking his head
laughing at us. "Climbing trees at your age. Come on down. I'll
introduce to Mr. Jensen."

Jimmy and I scooted down and headed for the gate before Mr. Jensen
could get to it. Being open we charged in. I could see the surprise on
Mr. Jensen's face when we found the gate unbolted, but he didn't say
anything.

I glanced at the boys and ignored them. A sign Jimmy and I weren't
going to rat on them. They stayed out of sight behind the building.

Dad introduced Jimmy and me to Mr. Jensen. Mr. Jensen offered to get
us sodas and we accepted. While he was inside I told dad what
transpired behind the building. Dad walked over to the gate and could
see behind the building. He put his finger to his lips letting the
boys know to be quiet.

Mr. Jensen returned with two sodas and two beers. One of the house
servants called from the porch, telling Mr. Jensen he had an important
call. Mr. Jensen excused himself, saying he had to take this call and
he might be a few minutes. We were to make ourselves at home. He'd be
back as soon as the call was completed.

No sooner had he gone, than the boys headed for the gate. "Not so
fast," dad said. They halted; a look of fear in their eyes. "I want to
see what he was doing," dad said.

No one moved. "It's okay. My dad is cool," I said to the boys. "Make
it quick and you can go. I want to see too."

The little blond giggled and lay down. The cute Indian boy straddled
the boy's face letting him look up his shorts. The whole time the
Indian boy's eyes fixed on dad's. It was a game of `look what I'm
doing' to this young blond boy. I noticed dad's breathing getting
shallow and the bulge in the front of his khakis. The Indian boy
noticed it too and displayed a cocky grin.

When the blond found the Indian boy's cock and began to suck, the
Indian boy pushed his shorts down below his knees and let the blond go
back to working for his milk. I wanted to be the blond boy. This
Indian boy's peter was thick for a young teen. A tuft of new black
silk hair framed his rod. He grunted and I knew he was cumming in the
little boy's mouth because I saw the contractions along his cock
shaft. The whole time his eyes never left dad's. My mind whirled. I
wondered if dad would let another guy or boy suck him. I wanted to
give him a warm mouth to cum in whenever he wanted.

The boy whipped his pants up and the three disappeared through the
gate. The little blond boy bolted it behind them. "You want to play
foal?" He asked Jimmy and me obvious what he meant. But we couldn't.
Mr. Jensen came out of the house and joined us.

"I see you've met my son, Ian," Mr. Jensen said. The little boy smiled
and giggled at us.

*****

"So, have you and Jimmy had your dicks sucked by little Ian?" dad
asked me after we got home from Mr. Jensen's.

"No. That's the first time I knew about it. Jimmy told me and we were
watching from the tree," I said.

Dad laughed. "Would have made me a little jealous, you getting your
cock sucked and I haven't found a regular since Bill and Jess left."

"You know I would have told you," I said.

"I wonder if you might ask little Ian over, maybe even offer for him
to stay the night," dad said.

"Wouldn't that look kind of odd. He's younger than me and I don't want
to hang around with a seven year old boy. Not a lot in common," I told
dad.

"I wasn't thinking of a play date. More like getting our cocks sucked.
It's been a while since I've had a blowjob or fucked anyone. You can
ask Jimmy too," dad said.

"You'd let a boy or guy suck you?" I asked a little surprised.

"Sure. As horny as I am, a mouths a mouth, no matter who it belongs
to," dad grinned and mussed my hair. "Hell, I'd even fuck him if he
was a little older and could handle me."

"For real? You're not joshing me?" I asked.

"Do I look like I'm kidding," dad glanced at the bulge in his pants, grinning.

"Dad..." I started and then hesitated.

"Yeah, what?" dad said.

Gathering my courage I blurted out, "I'll suck you off and let you
fuck me if you want. That way you'll always have..." my nerve failed me
and I trailed off seeing the shocked expression on dad's face. I began
to tremble.

"Why?" dad asked when he could finally speak.

"Be... because I love you more than anyone, and I want to make you feel
good between your legs. I remember how much you lo... loved it when we
fucked Jess. When you cum it makes me excited. I'll try to make you
happy and let you cum as much as you want. I'll even suck granddad,
Brim, and our frie... friends if you want," I stammered.

For the longest time the silence roared. I began to get scared
wondering if I'd crossed a forbidden line with my straight dad.

"Have you thought about this before? Have you sucked anyone else?" dad
asked breaking the silence.

"Thought about it. Never sucked a guy," I almost whispered lowering my head.

"How long you been thinking about it?" dad asked.

"Since the first time I saw you fucking Jess. I've wanted to make you
happy. I like the way you look when you're cumming. I know it feels
good and I'll do it for you. I'll make you cum."

The long silence again. I kept my eyes lowered.

"You should have told me," dad reached across and mussed my hair again.

Looking at him, he grinned and winked while stroking the bulge in his
pants. "You want to suck it right now?" dad asked. "I could sure use
it."

So astonished I couldn't answer; dad took my shoulder and guided me
toward his bedroom. Once there he began to undress down to his boxer
briefs. Undress," he ordered me. "You want to take these off me, my
little cocksucker?" he asked arching his crotch toward me in a playful
gesture.

I took all my clothes off and knelt in front of dad, the anticipation
pulsing through me tingled like tiny electrical charges. I studied the
crotch bulge and the outline of my dad's hard-on. The dark treasure
trail spread out like a diamond around his belly button before
tapering out and continuing up to meet the silky hair on his chest.

Shaking, my hands went to his waistband. Dad grabbed my wrist and I
almost passed out from fear. He was stopping me from pulling his
underwear down. Thoughts of him changing his mind or being angry ran
through my mind. Almost afraid too, I looked up anyway.

"If you pull my underwear down, you're mouth and male cunt belong to
me for the rest of your life. You'll suck me off when I want it. Never
take my cock out of your mouth when I'm cumming unless I tell you.
Learn to swallow. Later I'll teach you how to prep yourself so I can
fuck you. If you do this, I'm going to share you with my friends and
your granddad. We'll start having our weekly sex get together again
and I'll loan you out on occasion. I also expect you to service any
boy, teen, or man who is safe, discreet, and wants to use you for his
pleasure. Our house will be a safe place for guys to drop by and get
their rocks off."

"I'm going to teach you how to deep throat so me and the guys can fuck
your face. We'll start slow with that. Brim and your granddad can help
me teach you," dad said.

My thirteen year old pecked jumped and leaked. "Okay," I whispered.

Dad let go of my wrists. "One more thing," he said. "I love you too,
more than anyone, and I'll keep you safe. If I get turned on
occasionally and do things back to you, you're never to tell anyone.
That's your and my secret."

"Like what?" I asked unsure what he meant by `do things back to you'.

"Like this," dad shoved down his briefs stepped out of them. Pulled me
up and threw me on his bed. The next thing I knew we were in a
sixty-nine position and dad's crotch was in my face. I almost passed
out when I felt the wet warmth of dad's mouth engulf my young teen
cock.

Dad took his mouth off me. "Well, you going to help me out down
there?" he said. "I'm about ready to squirt as soon as you get it in
your mouth. I'm horny as fuck."

Dad's cock throbbed in my hand as I positioned it for my mouth. I
licked the drooling pre-cum from the opening. He moaned on my cock
making me shiver. I was getting close. "Dad, I'm about to cum," I
warned him.

Dad took my cock out of his mouth. "Get down on my dick, now, you
little cocksucker," dad ordered me and took my cock back in his mouth.

I opened up and slid my lips over the head and down his thick shaft as
far as I could. It was enough. Dad groaned on my cock and I squirted
my young teenage cum in his vibrating mouth. His cock pulsed and
fired. The first jet hit the back of the roof of my mouth and I could
feel it. He kept firing until the thickness of his male cream pooled
in my mouth. I tongued his shaft until it relaxed and calmed ending
the violent spewing contractions forcing his cum into my mouth.
Reluctantly taking him out of my mouth, I savored his essence. Mild,
blandly sweet with a hint of salt, and thick, I swallowed my first
load of cum, knowing I was hooked. I wanted more. A lot more.

When I awoke the pale shadows of dusk filtered into the room. My head
was still on dad's thigh, his crotch in front of my face. I took in
the male aroma of him. The shaft lay against his thigh, the slit in
the head peeking at me, inviting me to kiss it. His big balls rested
in a relaxed state.

Touching him, I ran my fingers through his thick silk pubes and up his
treasure trail. Inching my head forward I kissed his cock, darting my
tongue out licking him. The big thing moved and thickened even more. I
followed it with my eyes watching him become erect. Beautiful!

Moving my face into position I went down on him. I heard a sleepy moan
and then I felt him shift slightly and wet warmth surround my teenage
peter. This time we took it slower. I was sucking off the man I loved
the most in the world. His hips began to move in gentle motions,
fucking my face. I matched him doing the same to his face. His
vibrating moans on my young cock driving me crazy. When he pushed
forward, stiffened, and grunted I kept my tongue busy milking the
cream from his balls he was spraying in my mouth. The pleasure pulsing
through my loins, empting my thirteen year old balls into his mouth
let him know how much he turned me on. Dad moaned louder on my
spurting boy cock.

*****

The next morning I took a shower with dad and this time did him while
on my knees. He held my head in place until he was finished with me.

"You sleep with me from now on," dad said more as a command. "If I
wake up and want a blowjob, I won't have to come get you."

While still on my knees I soaped dad's crotch and butt. He even let me
put a finger inside him. "Dad, when are you going to fuck me?" I
asked.

Dad chuckled. "You want it bad don't you? I think I'm going to wait
until we get home and I can gradually loosen you up with different
size toys and dildos. I could let other boys or smaller guys fuck you
but I'm territorial. I want to ride you first, kind of like marking
you as my property. Then I'll share you with other guys."

"I can't wait to make other guys feel good down here," I said touching
my dick, playing with myself. "You think most of them will be okay
with a boy doing it for them?"

Dad chuckled again. "I'll bet most of the guys are going to love
having you around to service them. The same as we liked having Jess
when she lived here."

"I like belonging to you dad. I'll suck any guy you want me to and
I'll let any guy fuck me if you want."

"Remember, when we're with other guys, they're not to know I suck you
off too," dad reminded me. Then he winked as he got out of the shower.
"You're not real big yet. I think I can take you. Would you like to
tap my ass and get a nutt inside me?"

"Oh yeah!" I grinned. "I can mark you as mine too."

"We'll work on that too when we get home," dad grinned, picked me up
wet, carried me into his bed, dropped me, and buried his head between
my legs. Opening my legs wider, throwing my head back in pleasure, I
sighed and let dad play and nuzzle between my legs until I gave him a
taste of thirteen year old cum.

*****

With patience and a bunch of fun, dad and I learned from each other.
He'd tell me what he liked and show me how to pleasure him
demonstrating on my own pubescent teen cock. Standing five-eight, dad
was shorter than most of his friends. Good-looking but not a head
turner until he undressed, his slender toned body and large crotch
bulge made women and men take a second look when we were at the pool
or on the beach. My granddad was built the same way and it looked like
I was going to follow in their footsteps.

We were leaving for home in two days and I couldn't wait. Dad's work
was finished in India and I wanted to get back with my buddies,
school, soccer, and baseball. Lying on my back with my head hanging
slightly off the side of the bed, I was looking into dad's thick dark
pubes. He was standing over me, his cock fucking my face. Little by
little he'd been training me to deep throat so I could take all of
him. Gentle, patient, and playful dad was the best teacher. My hands
fondled his balls and ran up and down the inside of his hairy thighs.

"You're doing good down there. Feels great! Relax your throat," dad
grunted pushing a little more of his big cock deeper in my mouth. His
pubes ticked my nose before he mashed them against me and held himself
deep in me for a few seconds before pulling back. "Oh fuck yeah!
You're a quick study. The guys are going to have fun with you."

My eyes watered the first few times dad went deep in my mouth, but now
it wasn't a problem. I savored his aroma, his maleness. Letting him
use me to get off made me happy. My hard boy cock lay against my belly
pointing toward him, leaking teen pre-cum. I could sense him getting
close. His movements became more insistent, his breathing ragged,
noisy. Plunging all the way down, smashing my nose in his pubes, his
cock contracted over and over coating my tonsils in warm cream. When
he finished he lifted long enough for me to breathe and swallow before
he put his tool back in my mouth. I cleaned him and milked the last
drops.

When dad got on the bed with me I swung around and crawled on top of
him, snuggling my thirteen year old dick beside his. "I better get
another shower. Jimmy's coming over to say goodbye," I said.

"He's coming over for his last blowjob, you little cocksucker," dad chuckled.

I grinned remembering the day I first sucked Jimmy off. He'd been
trying to gather the nerve to ask little Ian, but was intimidated by
Ian's dad and afraid of getting caught. "Tell you what," I told him.
"If you want a blowjob, I'll do it for you. You just can't tell
anyone," I offered. Excited, he promised. Minutes later we were alone
at our rented house and I had him naked. Cute little teen cock with a
band of sandy pubes starting to wrap around the base and behind his
balls. No sooner than I had him in my mouth than he warned me he was
cumming. I let him shoot in my mouth. Instead of pulling out when he
finished, he held my head silently pleading for me not to pull off. I
didn't and a little later he gave me a second taste of his teen cum.
He never sucked me, but from that day until now, every chance we got,
he had his stiff peter in my mouth.

Dad's hand stroked and rubbed up and down my back and firm buns. The
fur on his chest was warm and delicious against my bare chest.

"You excited about going home?" dad asked.

I sensed the underlying sadness in dad's question. Brim called six
weeks ago and told us he and his wife were splitting up. She left with
another man leaving him with his ten year old son, Danny. Dad asked
his job if he could leave earlier, but wasn't able to get permission.
Brim has been dad's best friend since their first day of school.

"I'm ready. Can't wait to get home," I said. Dad had already told me
Brim and granddad were the first guys he was going to share my
services with. I wanted to pleasure both of these men. Most of all I
wanted dad to start preparing me so he and other men and boys could
fuck me and not hurt me. Day dreaming of this, I was startled when dad
rolled over, pinned me down, and kissed his was down my chest and
tummy until he engulfed my thirteen year old cock. Arching my hips up,
fucking his face, holding his ears, I groaned. "Fuck, I'm going to
cum. Oh fuck, here it cums. Fuuuccckkk! Oh yeah! Take it."

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