Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 13:02:21 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 6

FAMILY FUCK
written by: Roarrr201@aol.com
All rights reserved. 


Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


Family Fuck

Part VI


The bomb-shell dropped and exploded on my way to the college.

It was a wonderful summer morning, dry, sunny and warm, just perfect,
complete with birds singing in the trees and a few gleamingly white clouds
that sailed silently and majestically through the deep-blue sky. I was on
foot and late since my bike had broken down the day before and so I walked
fast. As it had become my habit since lately I was dressed to kill - or
should I say 'undressed?: I wore nothing but running shoes, a jock-strap, a
sleeveless, low-cut shirt that gave everyone a good look of my strong arms
and also of my hairy, well-muscled chest and a skimpy pair of boxers, made
of a very flexible material. When I stood still these pants gave nothing
away but when I moved or when there was wind the thin fabric clearly
outlined everything that was underneath. My dick and balls were tightly
confined in my favorite jock-strap that pushed my 'private parts'
impressively forward and made a really big bulge in my pants; the skin on
my buttcocks shivered whenever the warm air billowed the soft,
loose-hanging material and brushed over my naked flesh.

I felt great and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on my bare shoulders,
arms and legs. As on all the days before I had just had my share of great
sex: first I had sucked my hot, young uncle off and gulped down the spring
tide of hot cum that he had shot into my mouth and throat, slurping
eagerly, noisily, then he had fucked me and inundated my guts with another
incredibly huge load of sperm. I too had cum twice, first when he tried to
drown me with his jism,shooting his cum so fast and hard into my mouth that
I had difficulties to gulp in time, and for the second time when he came in
my butt, writhing above me, his giant, hard dick deep down in my clamping
asshole, spurting so much cum into me that it oozed out of my ass and ran
down my thigh. The taste of his jism still lingered on my tongue while I
was on my way to the college - I never brushed my teeth after Bob had
creamed in my mouth, you know, to keep and relish the taste - his taste -
for as long as possible.

So I was the happiest man. Still.

As usual I took the side road that passed by the rear of the police
station. The street was deserted and so I noticed the man already from a
long way off. Slowly he walked down the flight of steps that led up to the
rear entrance of the station. His heavy boots clattered on the metal steps
and the quiet road resounded with this noise that resembled the distant
thunder of a gathering storm. When he was on street-level he noticed me,
looked at me hard and then leaned casually against the wall. Although he
had turned his head and starred straight ahead of himself he seemed to wait
for me. He was in uniform.

Suddenly and for no apparent reason I felt uneasy and I began to walk
faster to get past the building and past the police man. When I came closer
I noticed why he was in the street: he was having his cigarette break. He
had the lighter already in his hand and now fumbled in his pockets for the
cigarettes. I calmed down and relaxed but still walked pretty fast and cast
my gaze down onto the pavement when I approached him. Somehow I did not
want to be noticed by him, whoever he was.

I passed the man without looking up, but still said "Hi!" when I was in
front of him. I've always been a well-behaved boy, you know.

He answered only when I was well past him, his voice deep-chested,
rumbling:

"How's your ass today, Simon?"

Naturally that stopped me short in my track. I swung around and starred at
the man without discerning his features since I was so excited that I could
have fainted any second. Miraculously I managed to say something:

"Come again!," I croaked, not sure if I had heard him right or if my ever
active imagination had played me a dirty trick.

Pulling myself together and concentrating as hard as I could, I looked at
the man. He was tall and big, in his mid- or late forties, with graying
temples, in a rugged way quite handsome, and in full gear, dressed in an
immaculately clean and expertly ironed uniform. And he was completely at
ease, smiling at me, baring his huge, white teeth in a very wide grin. It
looked pretty scrary. What frightened me most was the fact that he knew my
name while I was sure that I had never met him in my whole life. Slowly the
cop pulled a cigarette out of the packet and then slipped the box back into
his shirt pocket. Still smiling like a sales-man in front of an undecided
customer or a politician at the beginning of his campaign, he then said
off-handedly:

"Should me pretty sore, that ass of yours, with all these wild, hard fucks
you get recently, huh? I'm sure you had another one only this morning. Or
was it two?"

My whole body tensed and I felt suddenly very cold despite the warm
sun-light that played on my bare shoulders.  I shuddered and felt that my
nipples got achingly hard, tenting my tight shirt

"Wha...at?," I stammered helplessly.

"You heard me, slut boy!," he said. The tone of his voice, which was dark
and menacing, stood in striking contrast to the friendly and warm
expression of his face. If anyone had watched us from a distance he would
have been convinced that the man said only the nicest and most charming
things to me.

And then I recognized him. It was his smile that gave me the clue - this
vain, self-glorious smile of an acclaimed model. I had never met the man in
person, but had seen his picture in the last two editions of the annual
calendar of the local police force that was sold to raise money for some
charity fund - you know, one of these things where you get to see the
hottest and sexiest cops or firemen in suggestive and sometimes even
provocative poses, only that all the shots are very clean: sometimes a bare
chest or a tight crotch, but otherwise all the men are in uniforms.

Yeah, I had seen him in these cop calendars and against my will I had to
admit that he could make any claim to take part in this public display of
big, hot studs. He was a sight to behold: tall, long-legged, square-jawed,
a broad-shouldered hunk of strength, magnificent in his imposing
masculinity. The sprinkling of gray in his very short hair only lent his
apperance still more authority. A small scar above his left eye divided the
brow into two clearly separated parts and that made his handsome features
look strangely sinister - an impression that the piercing stare of his
gleamingly bright, grey-green eyes once again enforced. Despite his age he
was in excellent, awe-inspiring shape: the uniform shirt clung to his broad
shoulders, his massive pecs, to his broad chest and to the ridges of his
well-defined abdomen. His tight pants bulged with his strongly muscled
thighs and the impressive mound that tented the dark fabric at his
crotch. Oh, yeah, he was special, very special. He would have been almost
irresistibly attractive if he had not been such an asshole and if someone
had wiped that fake smile off his face.

Suddenly I even remembered his pictures in all their details: he had been
on the front in one year, shot from a low ankle to emphazise the amazing
width of his strong, powerful chest and the big bulge in his pants, and he
had been the guy for December in the other calendar, posing in high, shiny
boots in the entrance of a dark, snowy side-alley. In front of the shadowy
background his massive shoulders that tapered down to slim hips had looked
even broader than on the other picture. The photographer had taken great
care to make sure that the star on his epaulettes twinkled like the star of
Bethlehem. The star - yes, the star... and then, finally, slowly, the whole
truth dawned on me and suddenly everything fell into place. I knew who this
man was: I stood in front of Captain Tuggart, Dad's and uncle Bob's
mischievous boss. He had been the peeping tom who had watched me and Bob
while we fucked our brains out and drained our balls on the porch some days
before. My mind reeled since I couldn't understand why he had been there or
how he could know my name - of course all this was completley unimportant
but yet I could think of nothing else.

My jaws dropped when the fact who the man was finally registered in my
brain, and I heard my own voice as if from a great distance as I murmured
"Holy shit!" under my breath.

Although it seemed almost impossible, the Captain grinned even wider,
taking my despairing exclamation as a personal compliment and as a tribute
to his rank, when he realized that I had recognized him.

"Yeah, holy shit!," he said, his voice once again rumbling deep down in his
huge chest, "that's what I thought too, my boy, when I saw you on that
porch, stark naked, whimperin', ass stuck out, knees shakin', whimperin',
squirmin' in the arms of your uncle, while that bugger fucked you, fucked
you hard, really hard, shovin' that huge, fat cock of his deep down in your
ass. 'Holy shit' - that's exactly what I tought when I saw that one of my
officers, Robert Monterone, fucks his sixteen-year-old nephew, the son of
his relative, colleague and friend, when I saw that this young, promising
and ambitious officer fucks boy ass like made, talkin' dirty all the time,
goin' wild, thrashin' around, long-dickin' that boy butt like there would
be no tomorrow, out of control, like he's tryin' to kill you with his
deep-drivin' monster cock, and then finally he drops his load in your ass,
screamin' and yellin' as if to raise the dead. Oh, yeah - you might say
something like 'holy shit!' when you witness a scene like that!"

Lamely I tried to come up with a red herring:

"What would you do at our house?," I said, trying to sound as incredulous
as I could manage.

He snorted with disgust:

"Don't try any 'innocent kid' act on me, boy! Remember, I saw you gettin'
your rocks off while you took it up the ass from that bastard! I heard you
screamin' and yellin' too! Remember the words, huh? Do you, huh? No? I do
remember them, very clearly, you know, and I'm not likely to forget them!
Just to show you what's what, here's something of what you said back then."
He cleared his throat and then mimicked a high-pitched, exstatic voice with
surprising skill, reciting my hot groans: "'Fuck my boy butt, uncle! Fuck
my ass! Fuck it hard and fast! And cum! Cum in me again, Bob! Give me you
cum! Give me your cop cum, uncle!'" His voice dropped for an octave or so
and he continued in his normal tone: "... and so forth and so forth and so
forth. Do you remember now? Huh? Do you?"

Crushed, defeated, dejected I nodded silently.

Tuggart snorted again, this time in triumph.

"Since you've asked: it's not my habit to snoop on my officers. I came to
have a private word with your uncle about... well, let's say about some
trouble that's been brewing here in this station lately. Wanted to discuss
it with him. But then, when I saw him with this big, hard dick up your
ass... then I changed my mind and I came up with a new idea. Got me, boy?"

"I... I don't know. What... what do you want?," I muttered, praying
silently that the earth would open up under me and engulf me.

He shook his head in disbelief, exasperated by my dumbness.

"Do you realize, boy, what consequences a police officer has to face who's
caught fucking an under-age, male relative once removed up the ass?"

"No... not exactly, I mean. But you don't have to give me the details. I
think I know what you mean," I said very slowly, plunging into still deeper
despair.

The Captain fell silent for a moment while I fought with tears. I felt his
eyes on my body, roaming hungrily over my arms, shoulders, chest, crotch
and legs. His gaze gave me the creeps and my body began to shiver like in a
fever.

"You wouldn't want to see your uncle discharged, disgraced and in jail,
would you?"

Suddenly anger welt up in me.

"What do you want?," I shouted, glaring at him, marveling at the sudden,
unexpected force of my voice.

He chuckled softly:

"Okay, you prefer to come down to business rightaway. Here's what I want,
Simon: I want your ass!"

For a second or so I was surprised, really surprised. Okay, I know you have
seen this coming for a long time, but I was a naive, 16-year-old boy, you
know, and so I had guessed that he wanted me to talk Bob out of this
complain thing, to convince him - and Dad too, of course - that it would be
a better idea to drop the petition they had drafted. But then my surprise
gave way to fury - and I mean real fury.

"You... you... fuckin' bugger!," I yelled at the top of my voice, "I... I
don't believe this! First you give me all this shit like you were
disgusted, shocked and offended by what we did, and
then... then... you... you... want to fuck me yourself!! Right? Right? You
want to fuck me too? You want to fuck my ass, you filthy shithead?"

He answered slowly, his voice dangerously soft, his eyes gleaming with
excitement as if he was overjoyed to see me enraged like this:

"Yeah, you're right, my boy. You're absolutely right... I want to fuck your
ass too... like your uncle. I liked what I saw on that porch... loved
it... your body... pretty hairy and strongly muscled for a boy of your
age... hot... very hot... that strong chest... tiny, hard nipples... flat
stomach... strong thighs... and your hard, jerking dick... your big, hairy
balls... hot too... very hot... and I loved the way you took your uncle's
big tool up your ass... up your thight boy butt... and I love boy butt, you
know... always have... always will... there's nothing like it... tight,
sweet boy butt for a hard, big stud prick... that's the best ever... and
your ass, Simon... your ass seems to be made for thick, fat stud
pricks... why should Bob have all the fun, huh?...that's not fair... other
guys want a tight boy ass too... and you love to be fucked, huh?... there's
no need to deny that, Simon... I saw you... heard you... saw you goin' wild
with that huge dick up your ass... Bob's big... really big... I have to
admit that... tell me, Simon... how much has he got?... huh?... nine
inches?... ten inches?... or even more?... I couldn't see that much of his
dick, you know... since it was either buried deep in your tight, little
ass... or movin' in and out of you too fast for me to see the thick
shaft... movin' fast... really fast... and hard... really hard... like an
air hammer... yeah, he fucked you like a bull, that bugger Bob... like a
ragin' bull...and his dick is huge... really huge... I could see that
much... nine inches at least... probably more... but you didn't
flinch... no... you wanted more... I heard you beggin' for more,
Simon... beggin'... whimperin' for more cock... for more cum... and here I
am, Simon... offerin' you what you want... what you need... big, hard
cock... hot, sticky cum... up your ass... my big, hard cock... my hot,
sticky cum... another cop dick... more cop cum."

With a quick glance he chequed if the street was still deserted and then
stepped closer. I trembled and wanted to run, but somehow my legs denied
the order to move: I stood and starred at him with wide, unblinking eyes,
as if transfixed, frozen in shock like the rabbit in front of the poisonous
snake. His body emanated a strong heat that burned on my skin and made me
sweat. That strange smile sat still upon his face like a mask, but his
voice became even darker and it sounded even more menacing then before
although he spoke very softly now:

"Here's what you want, Simon... here's what you desire... what you need,
slut boy... hot, hard cop dick... hot cop jism... huge loads of sticky,
boilin' cum... quarts of cop sperm... a sea... an ocean of cum... and a
huge, hard dick... I know Bob is big... but... I know you will be delighted
to hear that, my boy... there are guys who are even bigger... have got even
more inches... still more inches of thick, fat dick... you'll love it,
Simon... you'll love my dick... once it's up your ass... up to the
hilt... you'll go crazy over it... loose your mind... go nuts over my
dick... panting... moanin' and groanin' deep down in your chest... and
you'll beg for more... for all my fuckin' twelve inches of big, thick
cock... yeah, you heard right... twelve thick, hard inches... imagine
that... twelve.... twelve inches... no kiddin'... you'll love my dick,
Simon.... and you'll beg me to fuck you... fuck you hard... really
hard... you'll yearn for my cum... and go crazy when you get
it... delivered fresh and hot in your tight, sweet ass... and you'll
scream... scream like mad when my dick goes up your tight ass... when I
fuck you... and cum in you... yeah, I'll make you scream, slut boy... I'll
make you scream and yell like you've never screamed before in your
life... I like that... back on the porch, you know... your shoutin' and
moanin' and groanin' and screamin'... always liked my boys to be
noisy... really noisy... when they take it up the ass... and you are noisy,
Simon... very noisy... you were made for me, slut boy... your butt was made
for me... was made for my dick... big, fat, hard cop dick!"

Suddenly the smile on his face disappeared and he starred at me with wild,
hard eyes while he grabbed my right wrist and pressed my hand into his
crotch. I gasped and jumped in surprise but involuntarily my fingers closed
around the huge bulge that tented his pants and my mouth went dry as I felt
an incredible thick and incredible hard rod of man-meat in my hand that
seemed to snaked endlessly down his thigh. The fat shaft throbbed and
pulsed wildly in my hand, animate with energy and power, but at the same
time it was rockhard, as if made from the most solid material, like a thick
steel tube, and it was hot, so hot that it seemed to burn holes into my
skin although it was covered my several layers of fabric. He pressed my
hand hard into his lap and snarled:

"How about it, Simon? Huh? How about it? Think about it! And think about
Bob too!"

These last words instantly broke the spell he had cast upon me during the
preceding moments. Raging with indignation I yanked my hand free and yelled
at him although I could hardly speak properly since the words seemed to
tumble over each other when they left my mouth:

"You... you won't get away with this, you mother-fuckin' shithead!
I'll... I'll see to it! I'll make sure... make sure that... that it's
you... who gets discharged... and who goes to jail! Yeah! Trust me! You'll
go to jail for this! Trust me!"

I rushed past him and began to climb the flight of steps to the police
station's back entrance in great haste. To tell the truth I had absolutely
no idea what I would do, but I was sure that I could do something to expose
this truly bad cop and that I would do it. Captain Tuggart was totally
unimpressed by my dramatic swearing and by my threats. That should have
warned me - but it didn't. He just laughed, following me with his eyes on
my way up the stairs, obviously delighted by the sight of my muscular,
hairy legs, and then said:

"Better think twice, boy."

And then he lighted his cigarette.

My heart sank when I entered the building but suddenly the feelings of
humiliation, rage, fear and despair were back again and as strong as ever
and I ran through the deserted halls, looking for the squad room. Amazingly
enough I found the way pretty fast. I dashed into the room and almost fell
over a desk that stood right in front of the door. The officer on duty sat
at another desk, scribbling at some papers. I saw only his broad
back. Alarmed by my noisy entrance the big, blond man turned around on his
chair, frowning at me at first, but then his face quickly lit up and he
beamed:

"Hi, Son! What brings you here?"

Okay, I know you saw this coming too - but I hadn't. Believe me or not, but
right then I had completely forgotten that I had a Dad and that he was a
cop and on the day-time shift. Given these facts it was of course anything
but surprising that I ran into him but I was not only surprised, I was
shocked, shocked to see him sitting there, smiling warmly, clueless about
all the important things that had changed in my life recently and
unsuspecting of the terrible situation I was in.

Now, put yourself in my shoes. What could I do? Tell my Dad that the
Captain was trying to get between my legs, that he was blackmailing me
since he had watched me getting my rocks off while my uncle shoved with his
stiff, hard dick up my ass, and that he was threatening to expose Bob in
case I would not let him fuck me? Would you have told him that? The truth
and nothing but the truth? Well, I didn't. I couldn't. Dad seemed like the
last resort in my life right then, the last haven, while everything else
was in a terrible mess. I didn't dare to drag him into this - and so I lied
to him.

"Uhh... nothin' really," I stammered, "just dropped by to say 'hello'."

Of course this was pretty silly since I had talked to him back home only
some moments before and even more so since I had never before 'dropped by'
in the station just to say 'hello'.

Dad burst into laughter:

"Now, that's very nice and it's never too late to show some filial
affection, you know... but don't you have a class right now?"

"Got cancelled. Mr. Woods fell ill."

"I see."

Then we were both at a loss for words. An awkward silence ensued. Grinning
sheepishly at each other we searched in vain for something to say. Dad
scratched his wide chest, flexing one his muscular pecs. Something crossed
his mind and he blurted it out, just to break the silence:

"Hey, would you like to meet the Captain? He should be around somewhere
here. He asked me about you the day before, you know, really
friendly... your name, the college, plans, if you would join the force as
well... all that stuff. Had a nice chat with him. The first ever. Maybe
he's trying to be less of an asshole now."

I think my jaws dropped when he came up with this - out of all topics. For
a nano-second I considered to confess, to throw myself at him in tears and
tell everything, seaking shelter in his powerful arms, but then I let the
moment pass and stuck to my lies.

"No... no... why would the Captain want to see me? Maybe... maybe some
other time, Dad. Gotta run now!"

I turned and headed towards the door. Dad called me back when I had my hand
at the door-knob.

"Everything okay, Simon?" He looked at me quizzically.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine... I'm fine."

He searched in my face for some hint of my real feelings, but I managed to
put up a convincingly bright smile.

"Okay, if you say so."

His eyes roamed quickly over my body from head to toe and then he beamed
again:

"I don't know how you feel... but you definitely look fine to me,
Son. Great idea to throw out that nerdy clothes... especially that baggy
pants. Bob says so too, you know."

I gulped down hard when he came up with that name too. Somehow it seemed to
be his fate to bring up painful subjects.

"Thanks, Dad. I'd better go now. Take care."

"You too, Son," Dad said at my back.

Dragging my feet, I walked back to the rear entrance and then down the
flight of stairs. My mind was blank; my pathetic resistance had crumbled
down. The Capitain was about to finish his cigarette when I was back on the
street again. Thankfully he spared me any triumphant remarks. He just
waited, leaning at the wall.

My head bent, my eyes cast down, I stood in front of him. I tried to avoid
his eyes at any cost, but now I starred down at his crotch, at the
incredible huge bulge that tented his pants. My mouth went dry again as I
saw the thick, fat fuck-pole that throbbed and pulsed underneath the rough
fabric of his dark pants. It was still fully erect.

'He's hung like a horse,' I thought and a shiver ran down my spine, 'like a
fuckin' horse! I'll never be able to take that rod up my ass. Never. He'll
rip me apart.'

Carelessly he threw the butt away and I sensed that he became impatient. I
knew that I had finally to speak. And so I did, my voice flat and more like
a whisper:

"When and where?"

I noticed that this mammoth dick jerked wildly in the tight confinement of
the trousers when I said this but his answer sounded matter-of-factly:

"Let's see. Mhhh... too bad. Should have brought my timer. Not today,
that's for sure. Too many meetings. Let's see... what about... what
about.. tomorrow... early evening? Come to my office at..."

"To your office?," I interruped incredulously.

"Sure. Just tell the officer on duty that you think about joining the
force. He'll lead you to me rightaway. I'm pretty good at recruiting young
guys.... especially in my office. It's spacious. Soundproof too, you
know..."

I didn't want to hear him bragging and cut him short:

"When?"

"Make it seven. Okay?"

I nodded silently, my eyes still glued to his frighteningly big dick.

"Your Dad's off duty then, right?," he added maliciously.

I glared at him with wild eyes but he just chuckled when he noticed my
indignation. He made sure once again that the street was quiet and then he
brought his hand up. With one swift movement he pushed one of the straps of
my shirtless t-shirt down from my shoulder and ran his fingers over my bare
chest. Skillfully he found my nipple and pinched it briefly but hard, using
his fingernails. It hurt and I jumped back, gasping.

The Captain grinned, pleased with himself:

"We'll have fun, boy... oh, yeah... we will have lots of fun
together. You'll be my fuck toy from now on... and you'll love it!"

Then he ran up the stairs, awkwardky adjusting his hard dick in his pants
while he took two steps in one stride.

Everything that happened at the college on that day was completely lost on
me. I gazed into thin air in all my classes, deaf and blind to the
world. Constantly the picture of the Captain's monster cock, jerking wildly
in his tight pants, came back to my mind; the skin of my hand that he had
pressed into his crotch and that had held the thick shaft of hard man-meat
burned as if it had been scalded. And my nipple hurt like crazy. This was
very strange since Tuggart had touched me only very briefly, but yet the
tiny peak of darkly-hued flesh hurt as if he digged his fingernails into it
again and again, as if he had left his mark on me.

Desperate to ease the itching pain I wetted my fingers with spit during the
principal's history class and rubbed them lighty over the sensitive skin
when I was sure that nobody looked my way. It helped very little: after a
few seconds it hurt like before. To make things worse, Mr. Conner, the
principal, caught me as I caressed my erect tit carefully with wet
fingertips. When I looked up from my chest I found him staring at me,
knitting his thick eyebrows. Thank God he said nothing but afterwards I
felt his scrutinizing eyes on me ever so often. I was greatly relieved when
the bell finally ran and left quickly. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw
that the principal's gaze was glued to my chest and that he began to fumble
in his trouser pockets when he got up from his chair. The big, burly man -
a bearded red-head with hands like shovels - looked very much like a guy
who's secretly shifting his hard dick in his briefs to make sure that the
engorged shaft goes unnoticed - only in this case he did it with a certain
ostentation as if he wanted to make sure that I at least noticed what he
did. I felt more confused then ever before.

Despite all my efforts to think reasonably about my situation I could not
convince myself that the whole thing was no great deal. I tried to calm
down and said to myself: 'Okay, this bad cop wants to fuck you - so what,
man? Let him do it - you can endure this to save Bob's guts!' But then I
always rememdered the Captain's last words 'You'll be my fuck toy from now'
- and invariably a burning shame and fury welled up inside me. I was in
love with my hot uncle, madly in love... I only wanted to be with him and
with nobody else! Maybe I would have been able to persuade myself to spread
my legs for Tuggart just once - but it was unbearable to think that he
wanted to use me every day, to fuck me again and again with that monster
dick.

At noon I was at the end of my tether. I needed help; I needed advice and
comfort - and there was only one man who could offer that. I excused
myself, feigning illness, and headed back home. Bob would know what to do,
he would help us both out of this mess. He was my only hope and I felt the
desparate urge to be close to him, to be held by him. Spurned by this
suffocating desire I ran all the way and was really exhausted, out of
breath, when I entered the house from the porch. The fair morning had
turned into a sultry day and clouds began to darken the sky.  I stopped at
the kitchen table to regain my breath and noticed that the floor was
littered with clothes: all the various parts of a cop uniform - cap, pants,
shirt, tie, belt and briefs, socks and shoes too - were scattered around. I
smiled to myself, remembering how this bad habit of Bob had annoyed me
before I had to come to admit to myself that I lusted after him. This time
seemed like ages ago.

I bent down to collect his things and have a good sniff at them for old
times sake before I went up to his bedroom to wake him and tell him about
the Captain, but then I suddenly noticed that there were different sounds
in the house besides my ragged breathing: other voices, muffled, strained,
fighting for breath. And the rhythmic pounding that I heard was only partly
the rush of blood in my ears: there was a very real pounding going on
somewhere in the house, a slabbing of flesh against flesh that slowly
increased in intensity and in tempo. I held my breath and listened. For the
second time on that day I felt suddenly very cold although my skin still
dripped with sweat when I realized that these sounds doubtlessly stemmed
from a good, hard fuck.

For long moments I knelt on the floor, clutching Bob's pants to my heaving
chest, while I listened as if transfixed to the forceful thuds. The voices
became louder too, the husky voices of two men who moaned and groaned in
time with the pounding sounds. I rose and walked hestitatingly into the
hall, acting against my will and better knowledge. Through all the awfull
moments that followed I felt numb, as if someone had anaesthetized me to
hold back a terrible pain: I was present and watching with unblinking eyes
but yet not really there, like a ghost who's unable to act and can't even
make himself noticed.

I saw him instantly when I entered the hall and looked into the living
room: Bob, my hot, young uncle, in all his glory, bare-assed, his head
tossed back, his strongly muscled body glowing with sweat, moving in feline
grace, flexing and unflexing his huge, wide pecs, his grapefruit-sized
biceps and his taut buttocks as he rammed his hips forward, sinking his
rockhard, throbbing dick to the huge, hairy balls into the tight asshole of
the man who was standing in front of him, bent down, legs spread wide
apart, pushing his butt eagerly back, greedy to meet Bob's giant rod that
impaled him in long, deep-driving thrusts. Yeah, my uncle was fucking some
dude in our living-room - and he was clearly enjoying himself very much. He
groaned noisily and drove his hefty, jerking meat into that clamping
asshole, attacking, retreating, advancing powerfully, withdrawing slowly,
hips rolling, muscles contracting, feeding the man his over-sized cock in
powerful lunges and thrusts again and again.

I stood motionless, as if I had been turned into stone, and watched. My
dick sprang instantly to full attention, jerking wildly in the tight
confinement of my jock-strap, while my nostrils were filled again and again
with the strong, intoxicating scent of Bob's crotch that emanated from his
pants that I held still in my hands. My mouth went dry but my mind was
completely blank. I just stood and starred, transfixed, afraid not to miss
even a single one of his movements, watched as those massive inches of hard
dick disappeared into the man's butt and then came into sight again, inch
after inch after inch of throbbing, thumping, pulsing man-meat until the
whole shaft (except for the huge dickhead) was outside the man's spasming
ring-muscle, glistening with spit and fuck-juice. I watched as Bob ground
his hips in rotary motions, grunting with the effort of delaying his
climax, and then drove the swollen rod into the depths of the man's guts
again, humping hard and earnestly.

As might have been expected my uncle was talking dirty while he fucked that
piece of ass:

"Yeah...hot... so hot... tight ass... great ass.. so fuckin' tight... meant
to be fucked... fucked hard...give me your ass, man... yeah, fuck yourself
on my big cock... fuck yourself...shove back, man... gimme that tight
hole... put it on my thick rod... oh, yeah... like that... fuck... fuck
that sweet ass... with my big dick... ohhh, yeah... yeah... I... I
love... love your ass, man... that fuckin' tight ass!!"

I could not see much of the guy who took Bob's ten-incher so easily up his
accepting ass: just his well-tanned, powerfully muscled legs that were
covered with a generous mat of bright, golden hairs and his taut, hairless
buttocks that flexed with the man's efforts to milk my uncle's giant dick
for a huge load of hot cum.  His torso was bent down, hidden behind the
back of the couch. A thick arm and a huge, strong-fingered hand clung to
the furniture's back while the rest of the man's body shook and trembled
under the on-slaught of Bob's deep-driving, hard-fucking cock. Occasionally
I got a glimpse of a shock of blond hair that moved up and down with Bob's
powerful thrusts, appeared briefly at the top of the back and then was out
of sight again. Compared to my uncle's noisy groans and cries the man was
amost quiet: he accompanied Bob's hard lunges into his ass only with
monosyllabic exclamations and his voice was flat, toneless, choked by a
burning desire:

"Oh, yeah... yeah... yeah... fuck... fuck... fuck me... fuck me,
man... fuck... fuck me... fuck me... hard... hard!"

Slowly the numbness that had paralysed me disappeared. I fought with
extremely contradictory emotions and thoughts: my dick became even harder
then before and it started to leak with pre-cum like crazy but tears welled
up in my eyes and I watched the two men as if from behind a veil as lust,
jealousy, humiliation, envy and self-pity struggled to get the upper-hand
in my mind. Self-pity won - at least for some moments.

'I should have known,' I said to myself, 'I should have know that such a
sex- and cum-crazy guy will not be content with just one ass to fuck, just
one mouth to suck him off. No, he needs more, more ass, more lips, more
cock... all the ass, all the cock he can get. I should have known and
prepared myself for this moment. I should have known that Dick, his buddy
and partner, is one of the asses Bob needs besides my butt. I had thought
so in the beginnning, but then I had forgotten about Dick. And I was right,
absolutely right - here they are, Bob, hot and horny as ever, and that
blond, big bastard, fucking their brains out in our living room. And I'm
standing in the shadow, horny as hell but timid and inhibited, soaking my
pants with sticky pre-cum and crying like a child at the same time, too
horny to turn and leave them alone, too jealous and envious to join
them. You are a blockhead, Simon Hendrikson, you are a fuckin' blockhead."

Suddenly Captain Tuggart came back to my mind and my heart stopped to beat
for a second since I had totally forgotten about him and the blackmail when
I had set eyes on my uncle as he joyously fucked his brains out in front of
me. But now I remembered why I had come home early in the first place, why
I had wanted to see Bob, and I became mad, furious. I was about to step
forward and shout at them to stop instantly when the man who wriggled his
hips again and again to entice Bob to fuck him even harder suddenly moved:
he shoved himself up from the couch and thus came into my sight. I froze
and held my breath again while my dick almost exploded with a shattering
climax.

Just as Bob the man was a marvel of erotic beauty and power, a model of
muscular perfection. The sight of the ebb and flow of his rippling
musculature simply took my breath away; my eyes wandered hungrily over his
heavily veined forearms, his bulging biceps, his almost excessivly wide,
hairless chest, rising and falling rapidly with his labored breathing, and
I thrilled to each roll and thrust of his broad back, dimpling buttocks and
muscular thighs. And he was hung: in front of his flat, rippling stomach
jerked and swayed a massive, beautifully sculptured rod of thick, fat
man-meat, the head big and a lot fatter than the shaft. It was uncut and
looked as if it was just made to be sucked hard and long and deep. My mouth
went dry and my tongue became thick as I watched the smooth, throbbing,
pulsing cock, dancing erratically sideways and up and down from the
glorious fuck the man received up his ass, dripping with man-lube, nearly
slapping his fair-haired belly. His balls, big as golf balls, churned
vervously in their tight-skinned pouch, and the arch of his high-mounded
ass cheeks invited stroking, kneading hands, slurping tongues and
deep-drilling cocks. Next to Bob he was the hottest man I had ever seen.

Only the man wasn't Dick, the blond beat cop who drove around with Bob
every night. He was my father.

I think this experience might justify the often carelessly used term
'shock': yeah, I experienced a true shock as I watched my Dad, impaled by
my uncle's rockhard, huge dick, every muscle taut, straining, arching his
back to meet Bob's deep-driving cock, writhing, gasping and groaning,
begging to be fucked, his voice transformed into an unrecognizable husky
snarl, his dick frighteningly hard and heavy, leaping with his own
strength, dripping with a generous flow of pre-cum, his eyes glazed with
lust, his knees shaking, his body thrashing, shuddering with masculine
need, approaching his climax fast as Bob fucked him harder and faster and
deeper in a fury of quick, full-length strokes, bouncing his huge, hairy
balls heavily, audibly at Dad's welcoming, accepting ass, giving him all
his ten inches of thick, hard cock, giving him all he had to give in
visciously strong shoves and thrusts. They squirmed, tossing their heads
from side to side, obviously only some seconds away from cumming, ready to
spurt forth two big loads of hot cum, and their deep-chested voiced
overlapped as both studs cried in mounting lust. The whole house reeked
with sweat and sex and reverberated with their groans. It was impossible to
distinguish who said what:

"I'm close... so fuckin' close... ready to cum... yeah, stud... oh,
yeah... cum hard... yeah... fuck... stud... so fuckin' close!!"

Bob was the first to let go, grunting endlessly as his hips rocked
visciously, slamming forward, burying the whole length of his giant ten
inch hardon in my Dad's clamping asshole, and I watched as the muscles of
his powerful body tensed and his rockhard dick throbbed and expanded, and
he lunged forward for the last time, gave his last thump and shoved the
incredible fat shaft to the hilt into Dad's butt, grinding his hairy loins
against Dad's smooth buttocks, and then his big balls began churning out
gallons of sticky cum, flooding Dad's guts, and he cried:

"Oh, stud cop... I'm cummin'... cummin'... up you ass... again... oh,
shit... shit, man... can't hold... hold it back... any longer.. too
hot... too fuckin' hot... cop dick up your cop ass... big, hard cop
cock... up your tight cop ass... too hot... here's my
load... brother-in-law... yeah... here's my load... again! HERE... IT
COMES, COP! I'M CUMMIN', MAN... CUMMIN'... IN YOUR TIGHT COP ASS AGAIN!!"

I couldn't see the explosion of this spring tide of hot jism since my
uncle's huge dick was buried deep in Dad's quivering butt, but there was no
need to see the thick, throbbing shaft itself: Bob's groans and cries and
the strong spasms of his sweaty, trembling body told me all. I witnessed
how he came, how hard and how often his monsterous cock exploded with thick
globs of hot jism, for how long the thick, throbbing shaft blasted an
endless row of sperm bullets into my Dad's greedy, eager asshole like a
firing machine gun, and it was as if he came in my ass too: my butt
twitched and clamped and squeezed with each of Bob's lusty cries that
signaled still another volley of sticky cum that left his giant dick.

Dad was next.

He screamed helplessly, clung with both hand to Bob's slim hips, froze as
his muscular body tensed and strained, and shouted:

"Bob! Yeah, Bob! Fuck... fuck my ass... hard... gimme that cop dick... love
it... love your dick... up my ass... you bastard... hot
brother-in-law... fuckin' hot bastard... stud... big stud dick... up my
butt... fuckin' me hard... drivin' me
wild... throbbin'... jerkin'... cummin'... cummin' in me... makin' me cum
too... just by feelin' your load shootin' up my ass... horny
bastard... you're doin' it again... makin' me cum... just by cummin' in
me... I'm... I'm about to bust, man... and... oh, shit... fuckin'
shit... here... HERE, MAN... BOB... HERE COMES... COMES MY LOAD
TOO... FUCKIN' HUGE LOAD... OF COP CUM!"

I watched with unblinking eyes as Dad's huge, rockhard cock swelled, jerked
and then throbbed again as the first burst of white, hot cum shot out of
the gaping lips of his cockhead although neither he nor Bob touched the
thick, throbbing shaft. Yeah, my old man came like I had come for most of
the time when Bob had fucked me, without jacking off: he got his rocks off
just because he felt my uncle's hot cum exploding in his ass! The first
glob of his jism arched up into the air, to fly high, and then crashed down
on the floor, splattering juicily, noisly, only to be followed by the next
spurt, and then another convulsion and another gush of jism that sailed
through the air and splashed onto his legs and feet and onto the floor and
all the furniture.

And then I came too without givining my rockhard, aching dick a single
stroke or squeeze: Yeah, I came in my jock-strap as I watched my Dad as he
emptied his huge balls again and again, as blast after blast of hot jism
shot out of his expanding, throbbing dick while he grinded his ass hard
into Bob's groin, trying to fuck himself with my uncle's over-sized,
cum-spurting rod even as he himself climaxed endlessly. What brought me off
was the fact that I suddenly realized that the trousers in my hands weren't
Bob's: no, they belonged to Dad who had scattered all his clothes on the
kitchen floor when he came to meet my uncle for a good, hard fuck during
his lunch break and the strong, heady scent that I had inhaled all the time
was not Bob's smell, but my Dad's! And that made me cum instantly: my cock
seemed to turn into burningly hot steel, it stiffened, throbbed and jerked
violently in the tight confinement of my jock, and then I came and shot and
came and shot, flooding my crotch with a torrential stream of spunk, my
whole body shaking, quivering, trembling.

While I was still in the throes of my silent orgasm Bob pulled his
softening, but still impressively big dick out of Dad's asshole. The two
hot, muscular studs embraced and then they kissed with swirling, battling
tongues, holding each other in a crashingly tight bear hug. Gasping at this
hot sight I shook while a whirlwind of conflicting emotions raged through
my mind. I turned and ran away when Bob bent down and began to lick Dad's
cum-smeared dick clean with long, wet strokes of his raspy tongue. I knew
that he would turn him around in no time at all and drive his greedy tongue
into Dad's well-fucked ass to scoop up the big load of cum he had just
dropped there.

This was more than I could endure: I dropped Dad's pants, dashed out of the
house and ran away, fled, burning with jealousy and with envy, raging with
indignation. They noticed nothing, engrossed with each other as they
were. I ran and ran and became more furious at them with each of my
strides: I needed help because I was blackmailed - and here they are,
fucking themselves silly! I had been betrayed, betrayed by both the men I
loved the most! I felt humiliated, soiled and used! I hated them! I
despised them! The longer I ran, aimlessly, with blind eyes, the more I
raged. Deep down in my heart I knew that something was wrong with this
fury, that I couldn't tell if I was really jealous or just envious (and
envious of whom - of Dad because he had received a glorious fuck up his
ass, or of Bob because he had fucked my Dad? did I want to fuck him
myself?? did I???) - but this confusion only helped me to convince myself
that I had every reason for being furious.

You think this is silly and childish? You are perfectly right. You are
disappointed because I didn't join those two studs rightaway? Well, maybe I
was disappointed too that I hadn't had the guts to step forward and say 'Hi
guys, mind if I join you?' and maybe that was one of the reasons of my
fury.

Please remember that I was only 16 - and that this is not a fuckin' fuck
story, made up to make you hot, but my life! No, I had to run away; I had
the right to behave silly and childish. And I did that for the rest of the
day - and for the greater part of the next night too.

Do you know what children do when they feel wronged by Mum or Dad and when
there's nobody around to whom they can turn for comfort? Yeah, they inflict
even more sufferings on themselves, they hurt themselves on purpose,
because it is such a comforting feeling to be able to say: 'There you are!
It's all your fault! I'm suffering because of you! Do you see?'

And I reacted just like that.

 I had been spit on - I wanted more of that. I had been humiliated - I
wanted even more humiliation. I had been used - now I wanted to get used
again and again and again...

That would be my revenge on those two bastards who had betrayed me.

 And I even knew where I could find what I wanted.


(to be continued)


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