Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2018 17:17:28 -0400
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: The Fireman's Son, Chapter 40

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 40" {Rob} (MB oral anal)

Here are more of Steve's Saturday adventures. A long-time reader recently
wrote that Steve will "need a secretary to schedule his encounters
soon. His schedule gets filled up pretty quick along with his mouth and
ass." I've actually had the same thought (i.e., that Steve is an
unbelievably busy boy), but sexual situations just keep popping into my
head. I may be crowding in too much sex to be believable, but, after all,
this is a fantasy about a sexual superboy! The same reader asked if there
was any chance of Tony reappearing in the story. I've always intended for
Tony to come home on leave, but just haven't gotten there yet. Rob at
fmhar1969@aol.com.

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situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational, bareback sex
with multiple partners. In real life: BE CAREFUL AND BE PROTECTED.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 40 – Later Saturday

	When they got out of the building to the parking lot, Coach
Henderson asked Steve if he wanted a ride anywhere since his bike was
already in the back of the truck. Steve thought for a minute, the said,
"Sure. I was thinking about going to the park to get a burger and see if
anybody is around. If you don't mind being seen with me..."
	"No problem. If anyone asks just tell them you were meeting with me
and Mr. Thomas about our project. The meeting is registered with the
administrative office. Principal Atkins knows about it. We are gonna have
to come up with some plans pretty soon though. Next time we're gonna have
to do more than fuck!" the coach said with a chuckle.
	They got to the park, and Steve got his bicycle out of the
truck. He wheeled it to the driver's side and thanked Coach Henderson for
the ride.  The young man leaned out the window, and said in a low voice,
"If you need anything, give me a call. I'll be glad to give you another
ride. It might be a little rough, but you don't mind that, do you?" The
three had exchanged numbers before leaving the school.
	"The rougher the better, Coach," Steve answered with a wide
grin. The coach drove off and Steve wheeled his bike over to the concession
stand. It was a warm day. There were a large number of families scattered
around the tables and people on the fields and courts. Steve saw some of
his classmates and older boys. He looked for Jim, but didn't see him. He
remembered him saying he had to do something with his parents.
	He parked his bike and went up to the stand. Greg was there as
usual, and there was a tall teen-age boy with him. He had a good-looking
face and unruly blond hair, and Steve could tell he had a fit, muscular
body, at least from the waist up. He was wearing a deeply scooped white
tank-top that showed a mass of curly blond hair on his upper chest and
running to the side into his armpits. Steve was immediately interested.
"Hi, Greg. Officer Jones not here today? Who's this?" he asked.
	"Perry's on duty this weekend. This is Sam, Sam Samuels, my
stepson. He's helping me out today. I figured it would be pretty busy, what
with the warm, sunny weather.
	"Nice to meet you, Sam," Steve said holding out his hand.
	"Thanks. Nice to finally meet you," he replied taking Steve's hand
in a firm grip. His hand was large and hard, rough, a man's hand, or a
jock's. He held Steve's hand longer than normal.
	`To finally meet me' Steve thought. "Yeah," he replied. "I don't
think I've ever seen you around school.
	"Sam goes to Franklin. He's a senior. On the baseball team," Greg
explained.
	"Yeah. I don't get on this side of town very often. I have some
buddies come over here to play pick-up games, soccer, baseball, whatever's
goin', every so often. Three of them, Josh Nolan and his sidekicks, Roger
and Noah, have had some good times over here."
	"Yeah, I remember them. Haven't seen `em in a while."
	"They hooked up a couple of "girls", if ya know what I mean, that
go to Franklin who've been takin' good care of them.  Wish I could be so
lucky."
	"Hot lookin' guy like you shouldn't have any trouble getting'
somebody to take care of you. Maybe I could help you out later, but right
now I'm starving. Greg, how `bout a burger and fries and a big Coke?"
	"You got it, champ. Sam, slap a big one on the grill. If I know
Steve he'll be looking for dessert as soon as he fills his belly."
	"Can't be too soon for me. With what Josh and his buddies and you
have told me, I'm hot to trot."
	Steve quickly had his food and took it over to a table where he
joined a couple of classmates he knew from school, Tommy Jackson and John
Mills. They had known one another since grade school when they had been cub
scouts together.
	"Hey, Andrews, haven't seen you this week. Sit it down and let's
catch us up." Madison, that's the name of their high school, was big enough
that they didn't share any classes this year. The three boys were soon
exchanging stories of their first week back in school, comparing teachers
and classes. While they were talking two men came over, one about Steve's
dad's age and another younger, late-twenties or early thirties. They were
both dressed in polo shirts that were snug enough to reveal well-developed
chests and shoulders and short shorts that showed off thick, muscled thighs
and ample endowments. Steve was immediately attracted to their prominent
chests and full crotches.
	"Hi, Dad, Unc," said Tommy. "Steve, this is my dad and Uncle
Jason."
	Steve turned around and found himself facing two packed crotches
supported by four hairy, muscular legs. The men were standing, almost
touching him. Steve managed to stand up and held out his hand. "Nice to
meet you Mr. Jackson and...er...Mr. Jackson," he said with a grin as he
shook their hands.
	"Call me Uncle Jason," the younger man said, as he held onto
Steve's hand a little longer than normal and gave it a firm squeeze before
he released it.
	"Nice to meet you, Steve," his friend's dad said giving him an
appraising stare. As Steve sat down, he said, "Tommy, Jason and I have a
court reserved for a couple of hours." Steve hadn't noticed they had tennis
rackets in their other hands. "Your mom is taking the kids home. We'll be
back after a while." The tennis courts were off to the side of the park,
away from the playing fields and basketball court.
	"Okay, Dad. we'll be here."
	Tommy and John finished their food and got up to leave. Tommy had a
basketball with him. "We're gonna go shoot some hoops, maybe pick up a
game. If you want, join us when you finish."
	"Yeah, Okay. I may just take it easy for a little, though. I've had
a busy morning. See you later."
	Finished, Steve walked over to the trash barrel and then ambled
over to the concession stand. "You still looking for somebody to take care
of you," he asked Sam who was leaning on his arms on the counter looking
bored.
	The Franklin senior looked up at his stepfather who grinned and
nodded toward the door at the back. Steve came in and got his first look at
Sam from the waist down. The blond hunk was wearing loose shorts of some
thin material that went down to his knees. It was obvious that he was going
commando. It was also obvious that he had something huge in them.
	"After you, girl," he said with a slight sneer, opening the door to
the back room. As Steve went past he felt two big hands grab his ass and
squeeze. "Uhm! Nice and hard! Like two juicy melons! Just like I like! Get
naked! I wanta find out if you're as tight as my stepdad says."
	Steve quickly stripped out of the few clothes he was wearing as Sam
leaned against the door and watched. "Nice. You are a juicy little
chicken," Sam said as he walked over and began the run his hands over
Steve's smooth muscular body. He reached down and grabbed the boy's cock
and balls in his baseball-hardened hand and squeezed. Steve closed his eyes
and moaned as the older boy mauled his package. "You like that?" he asked
as he squeezed harder. "You like your berries squeezed?"
	"Yeah! Harder! Anything! Anything you want!"
	"Yeah! You're one of those fags that like it a little rough. Greg
told me I could do anything I wanted with you and you'd just take it," he
said as he moved his other hand up to Steve's chest and began pinching,
squeezing and pulling on his nipples, eliciting more moans from the younger
boy. "Josh said they staked you on that big log of Noah's and you loved
it. That so?"
	"Oh yeah. It was so big! Filled me so good!"
	"You like taking big cocks? You like having your hole stretched by
a big, thick cock?"
	"Yeah. I been getting' fucked this morning. Getting' fucked by two
big studs. Getting' both their big cocks fucked to me at the same time,"
the boy confessed as he continued to moan while Sam pulled and squeezed on
the most sensitive parts of his body.
	"Lemme see that cunt," Sam demanded as he turned the boy around and
forced him to bend over. "Pull those cheeks apart! I wanta see that pussy
you say has taken two cocks at the same time!" Steve complied, and the
older boy ran his rough hands over the smooth cheeks and down into the
hairless crack. "Uhmm! Nice! Nice and smooth just like I like `em," he said
as he pressed two fingers of each hand into Steve's asshole and pulled the
pucker open. "Yeah! Smooth and tight, but opens up real nice. Yeah!" he
said as he pressed his four fingers deeper in and pulled them apart `til he
could look straight down into the pink, satiny depths of the boy's
rectum. "Look at that sweet pussy. Yeah, you've been fucked good today!
Those pussy lips are all swollen, all puckered up just waitin' to kiss my
dick and make it feel welcome." He ran his fingers around the inside of
Steve's rectum, fucking them in and out a little, coating the pouty lips
with the residual cum and slimy cunt juices, enjoying the feel of the
smooth wet inner lining of the moaning boy's ass. "You still got those
studs' cum in you?"
	"Yes. They shot so far up me, it's still swimmin' around there."
	"Yeah, this is a pussy that's been fucked good. It just opens up
like it wants more, but still tight. My cock's gonna feel real good
pluggin' this whore cunt." Jerking his fingers out, he whirled Steve back
around facing him and pushed him to his knees.
	"Yeah! I can tell you're a fucked up little bitch. I bet you really
loved takin' two big cocks at the same time in that slutty cunt, getting'
screwed by two studs together. Who were they?"
       "I don't tell, but they were men at my school."
       "Ha! Teachers or coaches!" he said as his pulled his top over his
head. Steve had only seconds to take in the muscular Norse god standing
before him, his muscular chest and ripped belly covered by thick whorls of
shining blond hair, before the shorts dropped and he was faced with one of
the biggest cocks he had ever seen. Surrounded by more curls of blond hair
hung a massive cock that must have been at least twelve, thirteen inches
long and as thick as Steve's wrist. The huge head, dripping and shiny with
cock-drool that was already puddling on the floor, was the size of a large
plum. "Let's see what you can do with this! Get your mouth on my cock and
make it hard, whore. Kiss it! Lick it! Suck it! Take all you can in that
pussy mouth, and if you're good, and if you can take it up your ass, I'll
be back to use you again."
	Steve crawled over and twisted his head so the drooling cock was
hanging over his open mouth. He put out his tongue and lapped up the
cock-honey as is ran out of the wide-open slit. Kissing and sucking on the
thick ridges surrounding the meatus, he pushed his head up until his lips
were wrapped around the mid-point of the big knob, sucking on it like a
baby suckling on his mother's teat.
	"That's it! Suck on that big cockhead! Make love to it, bitch! Open
up! Take more! Yeah! Work on the big knob! Wider! More!" the baseball stud
kept demanding as Steve relaxed his jaws and worked more and more of the
leaking glans into his mouth. Finally, he had the entire thing in. His lips
were wrapped tightly around the beginning of the thick shaft, locked behind
the prominent ridge of the corona. He sucked and made love to the smooth
flesh. He could feel and taste the nutty-salty pre-cum flowing into his
throat, forcing him to swallow constantly.
	He felt movement as the baseball stud pushed in, and then the
monster was pressing against the entrance to his throat. "Open up, bitch!
Open up that slut throat for Daddy! The guys said you were a whore for
cock. Show me! Take it! Take it down your throat! Lemme feel your throat
muscles massaging my snake! Feel it getting' hard? Get it harder if you
want it in your ass!" the big baseball player kept demanding as he slowly
pressed deeper into the choking boy's stretched gullet.
	As he felt Steve begin to tense up, he pulled out just enough to
allow the boy to take a gasping breath through his nose before he slid back
in. "That's it, boy! Breathe through your nose! That's right! Breathe!
Swallow! Suck!" he intoned as he fucked in and out of the tight hole.
	Steve could feel the shaft his lips were stretched around was
getting harder. It wasn't getting any bigger thank god, just stiffer and
stiffer.
	Suddenly Sam pulled all the way out of the boy's mouth. His monster
wasn't stone-hard – How much blood would have to be pumped out of the
rest of his body for that? – but it was obviously hard enough to
fuck. It was like a solid rubber truncheon. The thickness of the base
pushed it out from the forest of curly hairs covering the rough jock's
crotch so that it hung in front of his heavy ball-sac. Steve could imagine
it being used by the big baseball player as a weapon to beat his partner
into submission. He pushed Steve down on his back. "You think you can take
it, slut? This what you want fucking up in your guts, whore? You want this
stretching out your asshole, pushing up inside you, up into your belly?" he
demanded of the gasping boy.
	As Steve lay there on the floor in front of the god-like
rough-talking teenage jock, he thought, `I know I can take it. I just took
Mr. Jones and Coach Henderson at the same time. They weren't as long, but
the two of them together were as thick.' He knew he wanted to take care of
this almost-man. He wanted to feel his long, thick cock up inside him,
fucking his guts, filling him up. "Yeah, I want it! I want you inside me,
fucking me with that big jock cock. Come on! Fuck me, Sam!"
	"Legs up then! Pull those legs up and back! Show me that hole! Show
me where you want me to put this cock!" As Steve pulled his legs up and
back, locking them with his arms behind his knees, the jock looked
around. Spotting a bottle of cooking oil, he took it and knelt down and
poured some down Steve's crack and slathering his cock with it. "I'll give
you a break. Don't want to tear you open before I get in all the way!"
	As he ran his oily fingers around the swollen lips of Steve's
asshole, pressing one, then two in and out of the hole, he grinned down at
the younger boy. "You like this, don't you cunt? You like having a big man
playin' with your pussy, getting' it all ready to get fucked," he said as
he worked three, four big three fingers around in Steve's sensitive hole.
	"Oh! God yes! It feels so good. Let me have that big log! I need to
get fucked again! I want to feel it all the way in!"
	"You think you can take it all, whore? I got a really big cock. You
think you can take me to the curlies? You ever had a cock this big, this
long?"
	"The two men that fucked me this morning both had really big
cocks. The two together were as thick as you. Long? I've had some long
cocks, maybe not as long as you, but I want it! I want to feel it filling
me up all the way inside!"
	"I'm gonna fill you up all right," Sam growled as he pushed his
four big finger in as far as they would go and twisted them in Steve's
ass-pussy."
	"Oh yes! Please! Fuck me! Take your fingers out and fuck me with
your big cock!"
	"You got it, whore!" the older youth said as he moved the drooling,
oily head of his hard cock, which he had been stroking with his other hand,
forward to press against Steve's gaping, fully relaxed hole. "Keep that
cunt open and take my big boy inside, you sexy little whore! Oh yeah! Feel
that big knob stretching you open as I push it in. That's a good girl! You
got it! You got the whole thing! Feel that big cockhead inside you! Feel
your cunt grab hold of the shaft behind that big knob of manmeat! You ready
for more little girl? Ain't many girl-boys like you can even take me inside
I can tell you! You ready for more?"
	"Oh yes, Sam! Give me more! Give me all of it!" Steve was sure he
could take it. After all, he had taken Nolan, Sam's huge-cocked baseball
teammate, and Juan, Uncle Jose's mechanic with the huge uncut cock. "Make
me your whore! Fuck me with that big sausage! Fuck me good! I want to be
good for you! I'm ready for you, and I'm gonna want this big monster inside
me again, but now fuck me! Fuck me good!"
	While Steve was begging, Sam, who, despite his rough acting was a
considerate fucker, was slowly cramming his long, thick rubbery cock into
the boy's guts. He'd fucked lots of girls and a few queers. They couldn't
resist when they heard how big he was. None of them had been able to take
all of his mighty cock. Some of the gay boys couldn't even take the head
in. But from what his stepdad had told him about Steve, he had been pretty
sure he could take it, maybe even take it all! As he slowly moved his huge
python up further and further into Steve's guts, he could look down at the
younger boy's flat belly and see the lump of his big cock as it moved
inside him.
	"Oh God! It's so big! I can feel it filling me up, going up inside
me! Fuck me, Sam! Fuck me, you big baseball player jock!"
	"You got it, girl. Not many have taken this much. I'm gonna fuck
you until you think my cockhead is coming up your throat," he said
bragging. His cock three-quarters inserted, he took Steve's ankles in his
big hands and pulled them farther apart and back, pulling the boy up from
the floor with his strong arms so he was resting on only his shoulders. His
neck was bent so he was looking straight at the blonde's hairy crotch and
could see that there were only a two or three inches of thick cock waiting
to make their way into his ass.
	"Oh god! It's almost all in!"
	"Fuck yeah! Just a few more inches and you have all of me! Then I'm
gonna really fuck you. I'll be gentle. I know this is a lot of
cock. Nobody, girl or guy, has ever taken it all. I'm gonna give you a good
fuck. A fuck you'll never forget, and one you'll want over and over
again. You're gonna be sniffing around me, crawling and begging for this
cock whenever I'm anywhere near."
	"Oh yes! Oh god, it feels so good up in me! Give me the rest! Oh
yes! I can feel your pubes scratching my ass!"
	"You got it girl! You got every inch of me inside you! You ready
for me to fuck you now?"
	"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! But wait! Just a minute, let me just feel all
that cock filling me up! It's sooo gooood! Sooo gooood!" the younger boy
moaned as he reveled in the feeling of the huge, rubbery monster that was
filling his guts.
	Sam leaned forward and placed Steve's legs on his broad, strong
shoulders, getting himself in a better position to fuck the younger boy
beneath him. After a few minutes of allowing the bottom-boy to enjoy the
feeling of fullness, the horny top asked, "Ready?"
	"Oh yes! Fuck me now! Fuck me good! Breed me with that horse cock,
you big stallion! Stud me! Yeeeaah!" the boy moaned as he felt the
horse-cock begin to pull out.
	Sam slowly pulled out about half of his thick dick, stopped for a
moment and then slowly pushed all the way back in.
	"Oh yes! Oh god yes! Soooo goood!" Steve moaned as he writhed on
the snake that was burrowing back into his guts, using his strong legs
resting on the older boy's shoulders to move his ass up and down, side by
side in small circles as the monster cock fully impaled him again.
	Sam quickly developed a regular rhythm of varied withdrawals, some
long some short, and inward thrusts, still relatively slow, but increasing
in speed and forcefulness as he fucked the younger boy beneath him.
	"Oh god, Sam! You fuck so good! You really know how to fuck an
ass!" Steve exclaimed as he felt his guts fill and then empty. The fullness
was so good, and his insides felt so empty when it was gone. "Oh fuck! I
want you to fuck me forever! Keep fucking me with that big baseball bat,
you big stud!"
	"When I find a slut like you that can take my bat, I want to give
her a good ride. I want her to want it. I want her to beg for more. And I
promise I'm gonna be coming back for more of this hot ass of yours. Your
guts feel like a hot, tight satin glove massaging my cock."
	"Oh fuck yes! You can ride me any time. You can ride me harder. I
like a man to use me, use me hard, a little rough!" the writhing boy
groaned out in ecstasy.
	"You got it, whore! I'm gonna pound you `til you beg me to cum,
`til you're begging me to fill you with my hot jizz and bathe your insides
with my soothing jock cream. You're not gonna forget this fuck. You're
gonna be like a bitch in heat from now on, sniffing around, looking for me,
panting to ride on this cock, to get bred with my stud seed. Too bad you
don't go to Franklin, but we'll figure out a way," the big baseball player
promised as he pounded harder and harder on the moaning, groaning boy under
him.
	At one point, Greg stuck his head in and watched for a few seconds
before saying, "Hold it down in there! There are kids around here," before
closing the door.
	Sam continued pounding Steve's pussy, alternating between rough and
gentle. When he was fucking rough, he would only pull out halfway before
ramming back in hard. When he pulled out almost all the way, sometimes
leaving only the plum-sized knob lodged inside Steve's tight sphincter, he
would do it slowly, listening to the boy's soft moans of "Ohhh goddd! It
feels so good moving in me! Ohhh yesss! Sooo good!" that quickly changed to
cries of, "Yes! Yes! Yesss! Put it back in! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me Fuccck
meeee!" as the big baseball player slowly, slowly slid his hard rubbery
cock all the way back up into the silky depths of the boy's tight insides.
	Finally, the climax came. Sam rammed his cock all the way in and
held it still. A great tremor ran through his big jock body, his muscles
tightened and stood out in hard relief, and he moaned loudly, "Take it,
slut! Take my jism, you little whore! I'm filling your cunt with my jock
seed! Breeding you with my baby-makers!"
	Steve, who had already come twice as the big stud fucked him, shot
another load of his teen-boy cum all over his chest and belly as the
powerful baseball player's big bat filled his guts with volley after volley
of hot stud cum. "Ohhh goddd! Ohhh goddd! Ohhh goddd!" he moaned as he shot
all over himself and felt Sam's cock pump out spurt after spurt of hot stud
jizz into his battered, sensitive bowels.
	The two teenagers collapsed on the floor panting. Once they had
recovered, the got up, wiped off the oil and cum, and got back into their
clothes. Steve went out the door first crouched over so no one could see
him. He knelt under the counter and asked Greg if he wanted a blowjob.
	"Sure! May as well! After Sam, I figured you'd be too worn out."
	"Never too worn out for you, Greg."



	After sucking down a load of the older man's jizz, Steve wandered
out in the park, his asshole throbbing, but with a good throb. Despite
having cum three times while being fucked by Sam's big log, he was still
horny. Looking around, hoping to run across some of the members of the
baseball or basketball teams he came up with nobody. He saw Tommy Jackson
and John Mills playing on the basketball court with some of their
classmates, but decided he was too wasted to join them. Besides, except for
Roy Atkins, he hadn't hooked up with any of the guys in his class.
	Walking a little farther down the path, he saw Mr. Jackson and his
brother Jason, Tommy's Unc Jason, leaving the tennis court and heading
toward the restrooms. `Hmmm,' he thought `Tommy's uncle sure seemed
friendly when we met.'
	With that thought in mind he headed in the same direction. He went
into the restroom. The two brothers were standing at two urinals with an
unoccupied one between them. Steve could see that their tennis shorts were
loosened at the waist. `They must have their flies all the way open, their
cocks hanging out' the boy thought as he walked up to stand at the urinal
between them.
	As he pushed his shorts down and aimed his nice-sized young cock at
the porcelain back, he glanced down at the cocks of the two men on each
side of him. They were definitely brothers! The cocks they were holding in
their hands were identical, about four or five inches long and thick. At
their bases were the same bushes of curly dark hair, and spewing out of
their tips were heavy streams of yellow piss. As he looked up at Tommy's
father, he said, "Hi, Mr. Jackson...Uncle Jason," as he turned to look at
the younger brother with a grin. "Did you have a good game?" he asked as he
stared back down at the still streaming cocks. "Who won?"
	"It was a tie as usual. We're pretty evenly matched...don't you
think?" the younger brother said as he shook the last drops off and nodded
to his brother. The two men turned slightly toward Steve, offering him a
better view of their cocks.
	"You think we're pretty evenly matched, Steve? You a good judge of
cocks, Steve? You like our cocks, Steve?" Tommy's father asked.
	"Yeah. They look the same to me."
	"Why don't you feel them. See if they feel the same," Uncle Jason
said as the two men moved a step closer, crowding up next to the boy as if
they were sharing the same urinal.
	Always ready to explore a new dick, Steve took the two men's cocks
in his hands. He could feel that they were already beginning to harden as
he wrapped his fingers around the thick shafts and gently squeezed.
	"You like those two big cocks, Steve?" Mr. Jackson asked.
	"Yeah, they are big, and they're getting hard."
	"You like men's cocks when they get hard, Steve?"
	"Oh yeah!"
	"Does Tommy know you like cocks?"
	"No, sir."
	"What do you like to do with hard cocks?"
	"I like to suck them, sir."
	"Do you like anything else?"
	"I like them to fuck me in the ass, Sir"
	"Why don't we take this into the handicapped stall? It's big enough
for three, and Steve can show us what he likes," Mr. Jackson said to his
brother.
	"Sounds like an idea to me," the younger brother answered.
	"You want to show us what you like, Steve?"
	"Oh yes, sir!"
	First glancing toward the door, the three moved quickly into the
large handicapped stall. The younger man led the way, followed by his older
brother and Steve. Mr. Jackson entered last and locked the door. Leaning
against it, he said in an authoritative tone, "How `bout you bend down and
show me what you like to do with a man's hard cock, Steve."
	The boy immediately bent over and took hold of the base of the hard
shaft with his fingers. He took it into his mouth and began sucking on
it. He worked his way down until he had his nose buried in the curly bush.
	"Fuck! This kid knows how to suck cock!" Mr. Jackson said to his
brother as Steve began to work his mouth up and down, licking and sucking
as he did so.
	Meanwhile, Jason had pulled Steve's shorts over his ass and let
them drop to the floor. "Fuck, Tom, this ass is smooth as a baby's bottom
and hard and warm as a couple of sun-ripe melons," he said as he rubbed his
hands over the twin globes. He pulled them apart and ran one hand down into
the boy's hairless crack. "Shit! There's not a hair down here, but...What
the fuck! His asshole feels like a pussy, smooth pouty lips...Uhm, tight
slick cunt-hole," he said as he ran a couple of fingers into the boy's
grasping hole.
	With the elasticity of youth, Steve's sphincter had already
tightened back up from Mr. Jones' and Coach Henderson's fucks earlier in
the morning and Sam's recent onslaught. He moaned around the thick cock
that was fucking his mouth as the man at his rear fucked his fingers in and
out of his ass.
	Mr. Jackson grabbed his hair and pulled him off his cock and
demanded, "You been fucked today, Steve?"
	Steve looked up at his classmate's father and said, "Yes, sir."
	"How many guys have fucked you today?"
	"Three, sir."
	"You must be pretty sore back there."
	"Sort of, sir. They were all pretty big."
	"You think you could take my brother's cock?"
	"I think so."
	"Go on, baby brother. Give the kid a fuck. But be quiet and
gentle. I know how loud and rough you can be. And you, you get that mouth
back on my cock."
	Steve felt the thick cock of the younger man slide slowly into his
sensitive asshole as he went back to sucking on his older brother's. The
two men began quietly fucking in and out of the holes of the boy bent
between them. Suddenly, they heard the door of the restroom open and feet
coming in. They froze in place as the footsteps moved toward the
urinals. In the quietness of the still room, they could hear what seemed to
be two streams of piss hitting the backs of the urinals.
	Then they heard a boy's voice saying, "That's a nice hang you've
got there. You've grown over the summer."
	All three in the stall recognized the voice as that of Tommy
Jackson, Steve's classmate and the men's son and nephew.
	"Yeah, it started growing at the end of school and I've got more
hair down there. See!" a second voice that the listeners recognized as
Tommy's best friend, John Mills, said.
	"Shit yeah! You've got me beat, pal. I hope mine'll grow some
more."
	"Heck, guy, yours is okay."
	"You get any action this summer?"
	"Not really. There was a girl I met at camp. We messed around a
little, but she wouldn't let me do anything but feel her tits through her
shirt. It made me hard as a rock. After she'd let me feel her up a couple
of times, I got her to feel my hardon. I tried putting my hand in her
crotch, but she got mad and wouldn't do anything for the rest of the time
we were there. How `bout you?"
	"I met a girl at the beach when we were on vacation. Shit all the
girls were running around in those tight little bikinis. A couple of them
let me feel their tits inside the tops and put my hand between their
legs. I could feel their pussies under the thin fabric. I tried to slip a
finger inside, but no go! I did get one girl to suck my cock."
       "Shit! You got a girl to go down on you. Did she suck you all the
way? Did she let you cum in her mouth?"
       "No, she made me pull out before I shot my load, but she pumped me
while I did."
       "Fuck! I'm getting hard just hearing about it! We gotta figure out
how to get some pussy this year, pal!"
	"Yeah! You got that right," the three in the stall heard as the two
boys flushed and walked out.
	"Fuck! Sounds like my kid's a chip off the old block! We'll have to
try to give him some pointers, won't we brother?"
	"Yeah! Maybe even teach him how good it feels to have a real
cocksucker taking care of his cock until he can graduate to the
ladies....You think you'd like to take care of my nephew...and maybe his
best friend, Steve?"
	Before Steve could answer, Mr. Jackson said, "Good idea, but right
now we need to get off in this queer's holes. The boys are gonna be looking
for us when they find we're not on the court."
	The two brothers went back to fucking Steve's holes, shooting their
loads into him after a few minutes. They quickly got their clothing on and
straightened out.
	"You stay in here for a few minutes, Steve. We don't want anybody
seeing us leave together. We're going to want to be using your holes
again. That sound okay with you?"
	"Sure, Mr. Jackson...Jason. Any time."
	Steve went back into the stall and sat on the toilet, letting some
of the accumulated cum drain out before he went over to the washbasins and
washed his hands and rinsed his mouth out.
	As the two brothers left the building and walked out into the park
looking for the two boys, Jason Jackson said, "I can't believe Captain
Andrews has a queer for a son. I wonder if he knows."
	"Yeah, it is hard to imagine, big stud like him. If he does, I bet
he's giving him a pounding every chance he gets, big man like him's not
gonna pass up a chance for young, tight pussy like that in the house. I
remember he and his buddies were pretty wild in high school. They were
ahead of me a couple of years, but, you know, you hear things."