Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 20:28:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Shawn Craig Subject: Gifted Quinn was the classic middle child-younger brother to an overachieving older brother and sister, older brother to three adorable sisters-very often he gets sort of lost in the shuffle. His older brother, Kurt, was a track superstar in high school and college and so Quinn followed suit. He was good but rarely won races or trophies. Kurt is extroverted and popular, Quinn is painfully shy. Quinn is very attractive but is just a tiny bit less stunning than his older brother. In most families Quinn would be a standout but next to Kurt he has always been second best. After the last track meet Coach Shane asked me to come into his office. "Mr. Donahue I'll be honest with you, Quinn's not going to get any track scholarships to college and I doubt he'll get any based on either academics or need." "I know, we're looking at junior college." "Maybe you don't have to, there may be a way to earn the money." "No summer job is going to be enough to pay tuition and all." "Mr. Donahue, Chad, we know each other pretty well, right?" "Yes." (Coach Shane has coached both of my boys and I've traveled along as chaperone on many of the road trips). "I feel really weird saying this but I'm real serious about the suggestion. Quinn has a gift that makes him very unique and very marketable." "What?" "Your son has the biggest penis I've ever seen on a boy his age. It's not just long but it's also obscenely thick and has an enormous knob on it. I noticed it when he was a freshman and have watched it just keep growing since then. My guess is that there aren't five thousand men on the planet who are as well-endowed as him, and he's still growing. Furthermore he's got no problem getting it hard which is unusual for someone as big as him." "How do you know all of this? Have you...?" "I've never touched him, but he gets hard all the time in the shower room and it embarrasses him a lot because it is so noticeable." "Why would he get aroused in the locker room?" "It happens all the time, boys are loaded with hormones-nudity brings those hormones to the fore." "What are you recommending that my son do?" "Go into porn." "Coach I'm a deacon down at church, I can't have him..." "Quinn has been given one of the phenomenal penises ever-why would God grant a gift like that to be enjoyed by only one person? You know what they are doing now with porn stars-they're taking molds of their hard cocks and making latex copies so that guys and girls all over the world can pleasure themselves with it. Imagine all of the happiness Quinn can provide as people stick a dildo in the shape of his meat up their ass while they look at his magazine or watch his movie. Meanwhile he earns a lot of money to pay for college." "Coach I do not want my son's self-concept to be based his penis." "I know, you want his self-concept based on acceptance-knowing that he is valued by others. With Quinn being so shy most people don't notice how sweet he is. That beautiful penis is the billboard that will get people to notice him and then all his other assets. Teenagers, especially one's as shy as Quinn, need to capitalize on every quality they can. I think God knew that Quinn would be so shy and deliberately gave him that awe-inspiring dick to get him out of his shell." "But it's a sin to do..." "I'm not talking a lifetime career here. Didn't Kurt fuck his girlfriend before they got married?" "Yes, but..." "Let Quinn sow his wild oats for five years, make a lot of money, develop a lot more confidence, and then in his mid to late 20s settle down to the kind of life you expected of him. You know that boys his age are going to fuck, have Quinn's fucking get him a college degree." I told Coach Shane I'd have to think about it. "Quinn have you taken out the trash?" "Oh dad, I'm on the phone." "Get off the phone and take out the trash, now!" Out by the trash I conveniently planted a hardcore straight fuck magazine and a hardcore gay one as well as two bi-sexual porn videos. Quinn took an unusually long time taking out the garbage and was very secretive when he came in. After he came back from his room I casually mentioned to my wife that our neighborhood had slipped some. "Just today I found some really nasty pornography lying in the gutter. I threw them away but it bothers me that someone in this neighborhood would have something like that and drop them." Quinn excused himself for bed earlier than normal. After he'd gone to his room I told my wife that I was off for awhile to jog. I put on my shorts and tank top and ran out the door. A half a block away I doubled back to the house and slipped down the side of the house. I peeping Tom'd into Quinn's room and saw that he'd pulled his dresser in front of the door (the only rooms in our house with locks are the bathrooms) so no one could come in. Quinn was as naked as the day he was born and was intently studying the straight porn magazine. Intellectually I've always known that Quinn is beautiful but I finally realized, for the first time, that he is also fabulously sexy. His very short buzz cut and very light, peach fuzz only, facial hair make him look like a little boy. God how I loved that little boy. From the moment he left the room Kurt was always trying to get away, to be his own boy. When he was a toddler Kurt would wander away to explore every chance he got, but not Quinn. Quinn wanted to be held every minute of the day. After dinner I'd sit down to read and he'd curl up in my lap and cuddle against me for hours. Once when he was a baby I was holding him down at the pool while my wife taught the older two how to swim. Quinn started to suck on my nipple. I expected him to quit when no milk came out but he kept at it. I moved his body a little so if people saw us it would just look like a father holding his son. It sounds sick to say but I actually came right there in my swimsuit due to the feel of his mouth grabbing my tit. The truth is that there were four or five times total that I allowed Quinn to suckle me. My little boy had developed a man's body. As a runner his legs and butt were the most defined but Coach Shane had really pushed him hard on free weights this year and Quinn had pecs, abs, and bi-ceps. Of course the crown jewel of the package though was the enormous dick he was using two hands to pump. The sight of Quinn pleasuring himself went straight to my groin. I pulled my own weapon out from the bottom of my shorts and started rubbing it. I thought about what Coach Shane said, that Quinn's meat would make people all over the country happy as they stared at it in magazines. Right now it was giving me pleasure seeing him work it. I remember one weekend in college I got invited by this girl I'd met through work to a three-day orgy. All the booze, food, and sex I wanted for the full holiday weekend. Well I wasn't that kind of boy but she was persuasive. On Friday night I drove out to the address in the country she gave me. Just before I rang the bell I decided that at least once I deserved to learn how the other half live. I agreed with myself to completely shut off my conscience until Monday night. I'd stay the whole time, I'd fuck as much as possible, and come Tuesday I'd return to being me-no harm, no foul. I checked my clothes in the minute I walked I and didn't see them again until Tuesday at 3:45 AM. I fucked, I got fucked, I had guys, girls, guys dressed like girls, three-somes, four-somes, once with twelve people. I have never repeated anything like that but I've gone over it in my mind a million times since. I loved that weekend and often wondered if I jumped into monogamy too soon. Quinn is levelheaded enough to come back to his senses about a "normal" life eventually, but maybe six or seven years of well-paid pleasure would be good for him. I went back to Coach Shane's office the next day. "I want Quinn to make his own choices-I want him to have options. But I know Quinn, he's so shy. He's not going to do something like this..." "Not unless we give him a little push. Is there ever a time when you and Quinn are alone in the house for a long time?" "No." "Could you arrange for there to be." "Uh, well my wife and the girls have been talking about spending the weekend up in Richmond-go to the amusement park and spend time with her sister. This weekend might work." "Would Quinn go with them?" "Quinn has to work Saturday." "Perfect." My wife and the girls left first thing Saturday. Quinn was supposed to get off work at four P.M. Coach Shane came by a little after 3:30. "The best way of teaching is by modeling something. If I want the boys to run or jump differently I have to show them how. Quinn trusts both of us and if he sees us fucking I think he'll catch on to it." "Coach I'm a married man." "So am I. If you fuck me is it going to change how much you love your wife?" "No." "Well that's what really matters isn't it?" "Yes, I guess." Coach Shane is younger than me, probably 35. When he pulled off his shirt I knew I had no problem with playing with him. I did still love my wife more than anything and playing with the coach's chiseled body was just fun, nothing serious. He stripped naked and then he stripped me to nothing. "I see where the boy's get their great bodies and big cocks." "I'm not as big as Quinn, I think I'm a little bigger than Kurt." "You are. I've seen Kurt hard. He's big but he's smaller than you in both length and width. I've wanted so bad to suck both of your boys, now I get to suck the root that brought them both into existence." Coach Shane got down on his knees and swallowed me whole. Not since college have I been deep-throated and it felt wonderful. The butch stud worshipped my meat with his lips, up and down he slid, his tongue flicking over my piss slit each time he got to the top. He pulled me onto the bed and had me climb on top of him. We were in perfect 69 position. And his mouth was going up my meat again like the stripes on a barber pole. I put my lips around the circumcised knob of Coach Shane's pole. Once flesh hit flesh it was like a fish to water, I instinctively knew what I wanted. There probably is no logical reason why the feel of Coach Shane's dickskin against my tongue and lips should be so exciting but it was. I know that the pussy is a sex organ just like the cock but somehow working a man's rod felt much more sexual, more electric than any of the times I've licked my wife's cunt. I couldn't get all the way down his pole but I made a concerted effort. Over and over again I felt knob of his erection trying to push past my tonsils and into my throat. For fifteen minutes I left my saliva all over his prick and he left his on mine. "You're hung like a bull yourself," I commented between trips down his shaft. "That's why I know just how marketable Quinn can be." "You've done porn?" "Sort of. In college I had a job doing nude modeling for some of the art classes. One day one of the students convinced me to pose for him. He was a photographer and five months later I had pictures in three gay skin magazines. I was offered a chance to do films but I passed on it. I did do one jack off flick though. Some day when my wife's not at home I'll have you over and show it to you." "I'd like that." Coach Shane lay on the bed and stuck his tongue deep in my asshole. I reached down and stroked his hard pecs. The man could rent his body out as a medical school model for the muscle system; he was cut so cleanly and distinctively. I grabbed his tits and pulled which caused to move even deeper and more hyperactively in my ass. I stretched my fingers across his rippled abs and inched down them to his crotch. When I grabbed his pole and started masturbate it he moved out of my ass, slid me back a little, and wrapped his mouth around my balls. "Nice fucking stallion nuts. How many kids have you got." "Six." "Virile fucker aren't you. I can't wait to taste that potent screwjuice." When the clock chimed four he stopped sucking on my balls. "How long does it take for Quinn to get home from work." "Five minutes." "I want to be fucking you when he comes in." "Bad idea. I haven't been fucked since college." "Oh really, I suspected your ass to be virgin." "It just as well be. I had one big weekend when I got fucked a bunch of times and then one roommate and I used to get kind of frisky but that's where my getting fucked ended." "Look, would you rather have me open you up again or that monster that Quinn is packing." "What do you mean? I'm not doing anything with Quinn." "There's no better way to break down his inhibitions that to do it with his old man." "No. Not incest." "Incest is only a problem if there's concerns about pregnancy. Your family's sperm may be potent but I don't think Quinn's gonna be able to knock you up." I got on my knees while the Coach put on a rubber. The feel of his thick knob against my butthole scared me to death. The sound of Quinn's bicycle riding up to the house made things even worse. "Sorry stud, I gotta do this," Coach whispered. He didn't jam it in but in one continuous push my butt swallowed eight inches of man cock." "Oh man that hurts," I said as my entire asshole throbbed with pain. "Make it look and sound good," he replied as he started pumping my hole the second we heard the back door open. Rather than being able to cry out in pain I had to start moaning in ecstasy. "Take that big fucking rod, " Coach Shane growled. "Oh yeah, drill me," I answered as I started getting used to the invasion. I heard Quinn's footsteps head towards my room. "C'mon fucker, you love that prick don't you," he said loudly as he slapped my ass. I heard Quinn grab the doorknob. I tensed up just when the Coach jammed it hard into me. Involuntarily I yelled, "owww." Right then Quinn walked in. "Dad, Coach. I don't believe this," Quinn ran out of the room. Coach Shane pulled out of me and we both ran after him. He went into his bedroom, we both followed. "Dad he was fucking you." "Quinn you're old enough to understand that men have needs. I love your mom but sometimes I want more sexually than she's willing to give." "But what you're doing is wrong." "Is it? As I remember it was you who came to Kurt's defense when he told us that he'd got Beth pregnant. You said that being as he hadn't hurt anybody you didn't see that it was anybody's business but there's as to what they did. Who am I hurting by having a good time with Coach Shane?" "Mom." "How does it hurt your mom that I'm getting some needs satisfied that she's unable to fulfill. Am I any less of a father or husband because Coach Shane was fucking me?" "But..." "When your mom and I fuck it's because we love each other, when Coach and I do it's because we're looking for fun-it's not the same thing at all." "All my life you told me to keep it zipped up in my pants, now all of a sudden..." "Quinn you weren't old enough or mature enough when you were younger to understand all about sex, now you are. Of course things change as you get older. Your responsible enough to handle sex properly just like Kurt was when he got Beth pregnant." "So you don't mind if I go out and do it?" "If you are smart about it, of course not." "Dad are you gay?" "I don't know. I don't really like labels." I sat next to him on the bed and put my arm on his shoulder. "I recognize beauty in both men and women, don't you." "You know those magazines and tapes you threw away, I found them. I liked the magazine where the guys were doing it together the best." "Maybe it's time you found out through experience if you like guys," Coach Shane suggested. We went back to my room. As we walked down the hall Coach Shane whispered, "nicely done. I thought I might have to bail you out but I couldn't have handled that better myself." "I hope we're doing the right thing." "We are." By the time we got Quinn naked I also knew that we were definitely doing the right thing. Coach Shane and I crawled between his huge thighs and worshipped at the shrine of his erection. I spent most of my time licking his prick while Coach Shane slobbered all over Quinn's nuts. When the coach tried to deep-throat Quinn's entire pole he couldn't and gagged. I sort of laughed a little and he grinned. "I'll get it all, believe me." While he continued to work his way further and further down Quinn's erection I sucked my boy's tits (my turn to get back what he'd done with me as a baby. As I clamped on to his right nipple I understood the attraction-there was a lot of emotional nourishment that came from tit sucking that had nothing to do with getting milk. I rubbed my son's athletic, flawless torso while I kept suckling his nipple. His arms were so big and I could feel the contour of the muscle and veins as I explored him. I then pinched his stomach to see if there was any fat-all I could pinch was skin-the boy was as hard as granite. Coach Shane slapped me to get my attention-he had all of Quinn's meat in his throat. I looked up at Quinn's face and he was in heaven. I was so glad to see him finally emerging from his shell. "Allright fucker," Shane laughed when he finally pulled off his prize. "Now it's your turn to make this monster disappear." "Not in a million years could I swallow all of that." "You have more holes than you mouth which can swallow." I put my lips on Quinn's enormous tool and imagined trying to get all that in my ass. I remember what my wife said after she squeezed Quinn's 9 ½ pound body out from her tiny vagina: "when the result is that beautiful I'm willing to suffer the pain." I suppose it was my turn to have Quinn filling my hole and causing a little pain. Coach Shane liberally coated Quinn's meat and my asshole with lube. It was decided that since Quinn is a virgin and I was nearly a virgin that we could have Quinn's first ride be bareback. I sat on top of Quinn's pole. By comparison with Coach Shane's it felt like a tree trunk. When the monster bulb at the end broke through my ass it literally went dark for a second and I saw stars. "Oh dad," Quinn moaned. "You won't believe how good that feels." I wanted to pull off of him and save my ass the agony, but I was so turned on by the fact that I was bringing such pleasure to Quinn that I was going to ride him til I milked every drop of family spunk from him. I slid an inch or so further down his pole and again it hurt like crazy. It was stupid to suffer an inch at a time all the way down his club so instead took it like a man. In one push I drove the full length of my son's penis into my bowels. It hurt like hell but I wouldn't change the experience for anything. Quinn looked so happy and I felt a total sense of victory. I stayed totally impaled n his rod for a minute because I had to give my butt some chance to get used to Quinn. While I kept my ass clamped tight onto his meat Coach Shane gave Quinn his first lesson in cocksucking. When I started behaving like an elevator and moving up and down Quinn's pivot and Coach Shane was moving quickly in and out of Quinn's mouth my boy got frisky. Apparently he was giving the coach a periodic nibble on his meat and he started to push his hips up each time I came down to get even deeper into me. Sex was bringing out the tiger in what had always been a pussycat. Quinn pushed Coach Shane back and moved me off of him. He pulled out and asked me if he could fuck me the regular way. I lay on the bed and Quinn put my legs over his shoulders and pushed his prick into me. Yes it still hurt and hurt a lot but fuck it felt good. I pulled his face down to mine and stuck my tongue deep into his mouth. Before he'd come home I was wondering if I could ever get over the reality of him being my son and just enjoy the pleasure of him. Now I knew. He was still my son and I loved him more than life itself, but at the same time I was feeling more lust than I've ever felt. Each time he slammed that huge fucking elephant prick into my butt it was like I'd discovered sex all over again. Mid-fuck Quinn stopped pumping. I opened my eyes and realized that Coach Shane was lubing up Quinn's ass. Quinn pulled out of my ass and Coach Shane had me roll over onto my stomach. Quinn crawled on top of me and came into me from a third different position. By now I was used to it and even though my ass was rapidly wearing out I was enjoying all angles of my sons poking. When Coach Shane crawled onto Quinn I could feel Quinn shudder. "Coach. Coach I don't think I'm..." "Hey if your old man can take that that you've got you can take me." "Oh fuck, ouch, owwww." Quinn's cock kept trying to crawl deeper into my hole as if it was trying to find a hiding place from the assault in his ass. I started massaging my boy's hard legs in hope that it would take his mind off of the pain. I clamped my ass tight onto his pole to stir him up some but Quinn couldn't think of anything but the throbbing ache in his hole. I could feel Coach Shane fucking Quinn because every time he pushed all the way in I felt Quinn's meat push deeper into me. I'm not sure if Quinn ever got fully comfortable being fucked but to his credit he never got soft. For some reason, right in the middle of getting fucked, Quinn started moaning loudly and then he filled my hole with cream. A little while later Coach Shane loaded the end of his rubber with juice. I was so exhausted from he long session that I didn't even care about cumming. That night Quinn came into my room and crawled into bed with me. "What's up Bucko?" "Dad I know that this will all be over when mom comes home, right?" "Is that the way you want it?" "No." "Me neither. What do you say we compromise? You come by the office after everyone's gone home and we can keep doing this there." "Every night?" "If you want." "Do you think I should got to California and do pornography." "Well let's wait until those pictures that Coach Shane sent to his friend in the business get seen. If they're interested then you decide." "Would you be ashamed if you saw me naked in a magazine or a movie?" "Quinn I am proud of your beautiful body, of your dogged determination, of your sweet personality, of your creativity, of your brilliant mind. If you become a porn star I will be proud of you, but I expect all those other beautiful parts of you to also continue to be developed." "Dad I want to do this really bad." "Then do it, just don't lose all the rest of you while becoming a porn star." "I won't, and I won't forget that you are my first love." "You'll do better than me out there, but you can always be sure that you've got a home here and that I'll always love you." We kissed and then I lay back to go to sleep. It became obvious that Quinn wanted more than reassurance so I leaned over and kissed him. My ass was still totally worn out but Quinn was in need. Sometime around four in the morning, when my ass had absolutely nothing left to give, Quinn dropped his last of four loads inside of me. Eight days later an airplane ticket arrived for Quinn. Six days after that Quinn called to say that he'd be attending a university in California and that he'd earn enough money off of a movie he'd be making and a dance tour he was booked for to pay the first semesters tuition and room and board. I don't know how many other people would approve of a boy going through college on an eleven-inch dick scholarship but why not, there are talents and then there are talents.