Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2018 07:56:35 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 10

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Chapter 10 - Make Lemonade


After that first time, I was never the same.


Some might say that my father ruined my life. They might say that he took
away my chance at having a normal childhood. That he took what innocence I
had, and threw it out the window. Maybe they were right. I knew I would
never have a normal childhood. My dad had opened up a whole entire world to
me. A world of physical contact, and passion, and pleasure. And for that, I
was grateful to him.


After that first time together, the next few days were all about
practice. About training and conditioning. We both were striving to be
better at lovemaking. I wanted to able to take my father's dick with
ease. That wincing, almost excruciating mix of pain and pleasure was unlike
anything else I'd ever experienced. I wanted to eliminate that initial
pain. I wanted to get to the point where my father and I could accidentally
bump into one another, naked, in the kitchen, and his whole dick get
swallowed up by my ass.


"Y'know that's not possible, Seb," Dad would mention, cleaning cum off my
dick with his tongue, tugging on my balls with his hand.


"S-sure it is," I said, hovering over my father, his dick buried in my ass,
my voice breathlessly, post-orgasm. My third one that day.


My dad's goal, he said bluntly, "I wanna be able t'fuck you from sun-up to
sundown if I want. Without stoppin'."


So we practiced. I worked toward building that ironclad asshole, ready and
able to take my dad's cock at any moment, and he to be able to have the
unwavering stamina to fuck me, and keep fucking me, as long as he
wanted. From the moment our eyes opened, until we fucked ourselves into an
orgasm-induced sleep, we practiced.


Of course we started in my dad's bed. I would wake him up with my mouth
around his dick, hard from morning-wood, which would then escalate to him
wetting my hole with his spit, sliding a few fingers in to get me warmed
up, and then, using just our own spit and precum, he'd slowly slide himself
inside of me. That feeling never went away. That first feeling of a dick
punching into my hole. Stars would speckle my vision, and colors would
flower and bloom in my eyes, precum oozing out my small prick like
toothpaste.


We started on my back with my legs in the air. That felt most comfortable,
and when I got used to the size of my father easing in and out of me, it
was the best for both of us. I could lay back and let my dad go to work on
me, the rollercoaster of him picking up speed, and slowing down, lifting
and falling with the power of his arms.


Soon we started experimenting with different styles and positions,
travelling to different areas of the house, different rooms. Different ways
of folding my body around his.


"Seb," Dad whispered, laying on the floor of the living room, drool
dangling from his lips, "why don't you try ridin' it this time?" So he
showed me it was just a matter of straddling his waist, and letting gravity
do all the work.


"OOOOOO-UNGHHHHH," I would whine as I sank down on my father's cock. I
pushed off the floor, leaving my dad's dick behind. I still had to ease
into him, as much as my body wanted to just submit to my father's cock,
fitting that thing in me was not an easy task.


"Jus' relax, son, you can do it," he encouraged, resting his hands on my
tightened thighs, "All the way." Inch by inch, being impaled by my dad. My
eyes foggy like clouds, my mouth hanging wide open. Dad would paw my dick
as I kept trying, my balls twitching with eagerness.


"I-I don't know, Dad," I squeaked. "Yer too big." I was stuck, halfway down
his shaft.


"Believe in yerself," he remarked, looking me dead in the eyes. Something
about his voice and the way my dad's eyes seemed to command me to follow
his lead.


I twisted my face, shifting me hips a bit, letting his dick plunge deeper
into me. I gripped my stiff cock as I continued to sink further on top of
him.


"Ahh, there ya go," my dad sighed. Finally, I felt my dad's skin on my
ass. I'd done it. I'd taken all of my father inside of me. His balls
sandwiched between my ass and his dick.


"Ohhh, god," I whispered in disbelief.


"Good job, son," my dad said.


"Wh-what...do I do now?"


"Ride it, boy," my dad said. Slowly at first, I tried rising off of my
father's cock a bit, and then sitting back down.


"Unngh," I groaned, reliving that intense and new experience of taking my
father's cock. A "ride" it certainly was.


"C'mon, Seb," my dad's voice whipped through the air. "Ride that fuckin'
dick," he said. I nodded, pushing off of his dick, and then letting myself
sink back down, letting my legs get used to this feeling of using my
muscles this way.


"Unnngh, D-dad," I groaned.


"Fuck yerself with my dick, Seb." And I did. I powered my knees into the
carpet, bouncing up and down on my dad's dick, letting the ride take me to
a different world.


Eventually we fucked elsewhere in the house, our sperm painting walls,
furniture, floors.


"This is called doggy," my dad grunted behind me as he plowed his dick into
me on the stairs. What had once been a needling pain in my insides, my
father tearing me apart, was becoming something more of a reflex. A natural
impulse. My body and brain knew to refuse things coming in from my ends,
but now, my hole was like an accepting hand, taking in whatever knocked.


Dad thrust his hips into me, his left hand gripping my throat, his right
reaching around my waist and gripping my cock. I felt the sheet of my
father's body drape over my back, my eyes locked into the grey carpet of
the stairs.


"AAAHH FUCK, DAD!" I squealed. "FUCK ME FUCK ME!" Our skin slapped
together, echoes fluttering about the corners of the house. Of all the ways
my dad fucked me, doggy was the way that made me cum the quickest, sending
quick spritzes of sperm flying from my small cock. "Keep...keep fucking
me...keep fucking me..." I would chant, mindlessly exhausted, even after
cumming, feeling my dad driving into me, rattling my skeleton with his
powerful thrusts.


There were days where we would forget to leave the house, because we were
too busy tending to our dicks. Like tumble weeds, we would drift through
the halls of our house and taste each other, swallow each other, stuff one
another full of ourselves. We were becoming sexual beings, thriving off of
one another's thirst for cum.


I later learned about bonobos in a science class. Monkeys that have sex
multiple times a day as a form of communication. We were much like those
monkeys. Only communicating with our dicks, our mouths, our guttural noises
we made when having uncontrolled sex.


One morning, Dad decided to take me to breakfast at the local diner. We
needed food, and to get out of the house. Out of the cycle of lust. To let
the sunlight steer us back into a normal routine. Our eyes winced at the
morning sun. My skin soaked up the air, welcoming the summer breeze. My
hair, wild and mangled floated like straw.


The diner was particularly busy. Coffee mugs clinking against saucers,
forks and spoons tapping against plates, chatter knocking against the
walls. We were placed at a booth by a window. I squirmed in the bouncy
seat, eager for greasy diner food. Eggs, bacon, pancakes. It all sounded so
good.


"How y'all doin? I'm Shirley!" our waitress chirped. She was older, had big
red hair, and big red glasses to match. It was so strange to hear another
voice other than mine or my dad's.


"Good," my dad said. "Two coffees please." I smiled at the sound of coffee.


"Aren't ya a lil' young to be drinkin' coffee?" she asked me coyly, jotting
down words on her notepad.


"'Got a long day ahead of us," my dad responded. I fiddled with my
silverware, a smirk on my face.


"Coffee, it is!" she squeaked, and floated away, leaving my father and I to
be by ourselves. We chatted about our schedule for today--"I feel like I've
gotten good at taking it on my back."; "Maybe doggy-style again?"; "Gotta
get the garage fixed up."; "Think swim practice'll be cancelled? Getting
cloudy outside."


Other conversations around us were not this laced with sexuality and
raunchiness. Just talking with my dad was making me hard. Luckily the booth
sawed me in half, hiding my erection.


"Heeeeere ya go!" our waitress, Shirley swung by with two cups of steaming
black coffee. "Fresh pot. What can I get y'all?" We ordered a ton of
food. Everything on the menu, practically: eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles,
sausage, grits, fruit, omelettes.


"Whoo, y'all are hungry! I'll get that in for ya!" she flew away again. We
sat in silence with one another again. Dad slurped his coffee, and I tried
drinking mine. It was really bitter, almost overwhelmingly so, but watching
my dad take it down like a champ made me feel like I needed to do that,
too. In the morning light coming through the window, I began to admire my
father in a different way. The way his leathery skin crinkled when it was
bright outside, the amount of stubble that had grown on his face over these
past few days, the hardness of his jaw that still showed through. The way
his chest hair puffed out of his collar, the way his forearms twitched when
he moved his fingers. I had to squirm in my seat again, folding my warm
boner against my thigh.


"When's Mom coming home, again?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of my
father. My legs bounced with energy, jittery from my coffee.


"Friday," he said, taking in more coffee. I could tell that he didn't want
to talk about it. Whether he was stressed, sad, or both. I drank more of my
coffee, trying to get used to the taste. I looked over to my right at the
bar. Seven men sat on the bar stools, having their small breakfasts, as
though it were a tradition for them. Burly-looking, wearing plaid, hats
indoors, blue jeans, beards of different lengths and textures. I imagined
myself rolling across their laps, completely naked, feeling their rough and
calloused hands on me, using the bacon grease from their fingers and lips
to penetrate my orifices, their dicks swinging inches from my mouth, their
muscles working me like an assembly line.


"Seb," Dad said, as if for the third time. I snapped out of my vision, and
looked down to see our banquet of a breakfast. A cloud of warmth rose
against my face, and all it took was my dad picking up his fork for me to
dive in. The food could not have gotten to my mouth faster. My mouth
smacked and slurped on the greasy eggs and bacon, syrup dribbled from my
lips as, forkful after forkful, I brought each helping to my gullet. A
groan escaped my mouth as I became more and more full. At one point, I had
to lean back and take a break. I watched as my father was just as
ravenous. My cock, even with food digesting in my stomach, was just as hard
as before.


I washed down my food with more coffee until I saw glimmers of color around
my eyes from the caffeine. I licked my lips as I rested my head against the
back of our booth seat. Dad craned food loose bits of breakfast to his
face, catching dangling pieces of hashbrowns with his tongue.


"Y'alright?" my dad said between chews.


My chest heaved catching my breath from just wolfing down so much food. My
plates were clean except for the smattering of ketchup, gravy, or
syrup. Watch my father across from me working his lips, his neck flexing
with each chew and swallow, I was growing impatient. Withdrawal from my
father's touch.


"Still kinda hungry," I said. I slid my hand in my pants, adjusting my
erection again, squeezing my cock in my hand. Feeling its sticky firmness
give way to the power of my own hand. Precum seeped from the tip of my
dick, leaking on to one of my fingers. I pulled my hand away, looking at
the clear sheen of my index finger, and without thinking licked it clean.


Dad sat looking at me, a hungry look in his eyes. A look in his eyes that
said, "I want to fuck you right here on this table." I locked eyes with
him. I wondered if this would ever go away. I slipped my shoe off of my
foot, and reached under the table, pressing my toes into my dad's crotch,
feeling the immense power of his cock beneath his blue jeans. I knew he was
hard, too. Dad just continued looking forward at me. Unchanging.


I took another drink of coffee, and with my elbow bumped the fork that was
resting on my empty plate, causing it to fall to the floor, under the
table.


"Whoops!" I cried playfully. I shrugged and dipped below the table,
pretending to look for my missing fork. My dad's legs sat spread apart. I
ran my hands along my dad's calves and thighs, inching them closer to his
dick. Dad adjusted his legs welcoming my touch. I pressed both of my hands
into his erection, kneading his bulge with my fingers, hooking into his
fly, pulling on the buttons. Each one popped as I tugged. When the final
one did, Dad's brown and thick cock sprang forth, hanging between his
legs. I impulsively took it in my hand and lurched forward and sank my lips
around it, blowing him beneath the table.


Dad's hand ran through my hair, helping me go deeper on to him. With ease,
I felt my father's tool fill my skull. His balls tightened, pushing through
the fly of his jeans. His cock tasted incredible, especially since he
wasn't wearing underwear (something that we recently started choosing to
leave out of our outfits), his salty and tangy man-sweat was more
delectable than any of the breakfast food that was now settling in my
stomach. As I was taking my father into my mouth, I saw the legs of our
waitress, Shirley appear to my left.


"Ope! Where'd your lil boy go?" she asked with mock concern.


"Rest'rm," my dad said with an exasperated sigh.


"All that coffee, huh?" she said, starting to take plates in her arms.


"Yeah. I oughta go check on'm," my dad said, pulling his cock away from me,
stuffing it back into his jeans.


"Oh! Okay! Ticket's with the cashier up front whenever yer ready," she said
walking the plates back to the kitchen. Dad swung his legs out from under
the table, and walked away leaving me by myself. I found the missing fork,
and placed it on top of the table, and sat in the booth looking around. In
the back of the diner, I saw my dad disappear behind the door of the men's
room. The taste of his cock was still on my tongue.


I needed more.


With gumption, I pushed off the booth and followed my dad to the
restroom. I didn't even care that I had an obvious bulge growing inside of
my shorts. I pushed open the door to see a few adults already inside. One
older gentleman peeing at the urinal, legs spread apart. Another one
washing his hands, combing his mustache with his fingers. I slightly bent
forward to see if my dad was inside the stalls. It was too difficult to
tell, so I just started pushing on doors, seeing if he was in any of
them. First one: empty. Second one: empty. Third one--


"Hey, son." As the door opened, I saw my dad resting on the toilet, pants
off, folded to the side, legs sprawled and spread, still wearing boots,
cock in hand, fervently stroking himself. My eyes didn't know what to lock
on to. His swollen member, deep brown, already slick with precum. His
twitching pectoral as he gripped his cock. His hairy torso, legs, nuts,
underarms. My mouth watered. "Could use some help," he said quietly, jaw
clenching. I manically moved inside the stall, shutting and locking the
door. Within seconds I was swallowing my father whole, tasting every inch
of him.


"Mmmmm," he grunted. What were we doing? We were nuts! Anyone could hear
and figure out what was going on. It was exhilarating. Like sneaking into a
place you weren't allowed to go in school. I gulped down my father's flesh
as though he were a cool glass of water. Using my hand I milked the ecstasy
from his loins, watching his legs shake in the corner of my eye. I sank
down on my dad's meat, letting my mouth, my throat, take him entirely. I
shook my head slowly, letting the tip of my dad's cock rub against the back
of my throat.


"Gahh, fuck, son," Dad whispered. "Almost can't take it anymore," he leaned
forward, and scooped me in his arms. With one graceful motion, Dad held me
against him, my legs wrapped around his waist, our mouths pressed
together. Clumsily, my dad pushed me against the stall door which made a
loud clang. Like a desperate man searching for water, my father's hands
fumbled at the waist of my shorts. With enough of my shimmying and
squirming, Dad managed to slip my shorts from my waist enough so that my
bare ass was rested in his hands. My legs were splayed apart as he held me
in this wild and awkward dance.


Without warning, I felt my dad's spit-soaked dick slowly start to insert
itself into me. Our eyes locked with one another. Dad's jaw dropped as he
felt himself begin to park inside my ass. I let out an uncontrolled
whimper. One-inch, two-inches, three-inches--my eyes squinted, taking my
father's thick cock. I was scared. He'd never entered me this quickly. I
winced, shaking my head, and my dad withdrew from me. I let out a great
exhale. Dad shot spit into his hand and smeared my hole with it, as well as
his dick--all of this while somehow holding me against this bathroom wall.


"D'you want me to fuck you?" Dad asked. I nodded my head, my muscles
tightening trying to maintain this position. "Let me hear you," he coaxed.


"I want you to fuck me, Dad," I whispered, a weary smile growing on my
face. With that, I felt his cock once again, this time much more
comfortable. One-inch, two-inches, three, four, five, six. My mouth
dropped, and my eyes bugged out of my head. I coughed out an exasperated
groan. Dad was relentless. He curled his arms, bringing me closer, and then
scooped me away, pulling me in and out.


"Oh, god," I whispered. I'd never been fucked like this before. It was like
I was fastened to a machine--a fucking machine.


Dad pressed further against me, locking me against the walls of the
stall. Behind us I could hear the shuffles of footsteps, of people using
the restroom, of sinks being turned on and off.


"Ride it, boy," Dad commanded, kissing my neck and ears. I wasn't sure how
since I was so tightly constricted by my dad's arms. So I tried.


I lifted my hips, feeling his dick slide away from me and then I dropped my
weight feeling it press into me again. I let out a sharp breath.


"Keep goin," Dad encouraged. So I did. I used my legs to keep this circular
motion going, riding my dad's cock, straddling his waist. My eyes
fluttered, stars filling my vision. My dad leaned into me as I rode him,
sticking his tongue in my mouth. My arms flew to the top of the stall walls
giving me some support.


"Ffffuck, yeah," Dad grumbled. I looked over the stalls to see the restroom
was empty except for one man. One of the men that was sitting at the bar of
the diner earlier. He was split off by a urinal divider, but I could have
sworn I saw him looking my way.


I thought I would be nervous about someone catching us, but with Dad's dick
in me, it didn't matter. All I could focus on was my father's meat grinding
against my prostate, filling my bones with static electricity.


My legs started to lose their strength, but it didn't matter as Dad started
backing away, and holding me up with his arms, giving me support. With
that, he began driving himself into me, pounding my ass, as I lay suspended
in mid air.


"Ahhh! Yeah, Dad, FUCK ME!" I cried. The stall doors shook with each of my
father's thrusts. My dick jerked and pulsed with eager need to release.
Precum spilled onto my slightly exposed stomach. "OHHHHUNNNGH!" I whined.


"Eerrrrgh, fuck yeah, boy, take it," my dad encouraged. With one more push
dad left his cock inside of me for a moment, to catch our
breaths. Delirious, I looked over to the urinal to see if the man was still
there. To my surprise, he wasn't, but instead he was sitting in the
bathroom stall next to us, jacking off!


We made eye contact, so I know that he knew what was going on. He was
dressed in a sleeveless flannel shirt, tattoos covering his arms
sparingly. Blue jeans, boots, and a trucker-style hat. His face was
obscured by grey and brown hair. His cock was shrouded by thick pubic hair,
but it was a bright and shiny pink. His mouth drooped, almost like he was
being hypnotized.


I wasn't sure if I should tell Dad that there was someone watching us. As
weird as it was, I kind of liked it.


"Keep fuckin' me, Dad," I whispered. "Fuck me," I whimpered. "Please, fuck
me," I watched the man's face twist with pleasure as he got off to me, a
kid, experiencing the full spectrum of pleasure, right before his eyes.


"Yeah, boy," he whispered, and then pulled his attention away from the man
in the stall over by locking his lips with mine, swirling his tongue around
my mouth as he continued fucking me.


His cock buried deep inside of me, to the point where I thought he was
going into my stomach. I moved my hips with my dad so that I could feel him
rake his dick against my prostate.


"UNNNGH!" I growled as I grinded my hips on my father's cock. "Y-yeeeah,
Dad. Your dick feels so g-g...UNNGH," Dad was starting to feel more
comfortable with fucking me. He liked surprising me with powerful thrusts,
almost soul shatteringly powerful. Thrusts that I could feel in my teeth in
the way that the force shook through me.


"Unnngh....d-do...do that again, Dad." Again Dad pushed all his weight into
me. "UNNNNGH!"


"Mmm, here, g'down son," I felt Dad's arms loosening their hold on me. I
took a quick glance over at the man next door to us. He was gripping his
balls, furiously masturbating.


I slid down the side of the wall, my shorts slumping to the floor. I went
over to the edge of the toilet and bent over so that my dad had full access
to my hole. Dad bent down and shoved his tongue into my hole.


"MMmm-yeah, Dad," I whined. "I want you to fuck me, Dad. Gimme your cock
again," I whispered, a bit more exhilarated knowing someone else was
watching us, listening to our ferocious love-making.


"Alright, son," Dad said as he slapped his dick against my ass before
sliding himself back into me.


"UNNNNGH, God!" I wailed. It felt like a tidal wave pounding into me. I
lifted my leg so that it was resting on one of the support bars to the
right of the toilet, giving my dad more of a clear path into my
hole. Within seconds, Dad was fucking me like we'd been doing it for
years. Clear, determined, passionate thrusts, boring into my insides.


My little prick and balls bounced at the force of my father's cock, precum
snaking from the tip of my dick like spider silk. I groaned like a zombie
as I felt my father's nuts brush against me, furry and warm and heavy.


"Mmmm, Dad, keep going, keep going, AGH," Dad pulled my by the throat,
kissing my neck, licking my ears with his tongue. We were ravenous. Just as
ravenous as we were at the breakfast table earlier. Animals, without care.


"D-dad, can...can I ride it again?" I asked.


"Mmmmph, sure son," he said as he pulled out of me, which in itself sent
jolts through me. Dad rotated around me and sat his bare ass on the toilet,
his cock swinging back and forth. With a quick motion I took my shirt off,
and squatted down on my father's dick as though I was sitting on his lap,
facing away from him.


The fervent push into me made my eyes roll back in my head. His cock slid
further and further until I held his entire cock in my body.


"AHHHHGN," I wailed. I'd never taken Dad's cock so impulsively. My legs
began to shake, and my heart was beating out of my chest. Precum drenched
my prick, almost like a fountain. I wrapped my fingers around my soaked
cock, and started lifting myself from dad's cock, riding him like I said I
would.


"Unngh, Dad," I said slowly, rising and falling on his thick member. I
looked up and saw the man standing over the stall, still watching us. I
leaned back and kissed my father on the lips, taking in his warm spit,
still tasting of breakfast. I lifted and bucked my hips, letting gravity
cause my father's dick to impale me. Dad grabbed my chest, twisting my
nipples. I relinquished control to my father as he took charge in fucking
me deeply, his hand gripping my prick, milking precum from me.


"Son, yer gonna make me cum if....if you...I'm...I'm so fucking close." I
picked up my speed taking my dad's dick on even more wildly.


"Dad...I'm...close...too!" I whimpered.


"ERRRGHH, YEAH, BOY!" My dad's dick inflated in my ass, pushing me over the
edge.


"RAAAH, F-FUCK ME, DAD." Cum began to rocket from my boy cock, whipping my
chin and chest with one rope of jizz, and oozing on to my stomach and waist
with another.


Our language and words danced with orgasmic nonsense like gears of a
machine. Whines and growls and squeals and groans. To my left I heard the
man next to us letting out his own exasperated sighs. His ankles quaked
under his weight, as he rubbed out his own well-needed nut.


Dad rocked me in his lap, letting me rise and fall on his dick, as though I
were a boat in a lake. Dad squeezed my dick, letting the last bits of cum
leak from my cock.


"Ahhh," I shuddered, a pile of muscles and bones draped over my father. Dad
lifted me a bit, letting his heavy dick plop from my hole, cum seeping out
of me. I greedily slipped my fingers between my legs, lapping up any trace
of my dad that I could. Dad did the same thing, smearing his hand against
my skin, sucking on his fingertips, as though finishing a stack of
pancakes, cleaning himself of the sticky syrup left behind. We were both
like pigs, completely blind to anything but what we wanted right then.


I heard the man next to us, pull up his pants, buckle his belt, wash his
hands and leave.


"We probably better go," Dad said after cleaning up the last bit of cum
from my chin. I leaned into my dad, kissing him again.


We left the restroom like any father and son that you'd see on the
street. Dad went to the register, paid the cashier, made a joke
understating how much we ate. Laughter. I looked over at the group of men,
trying to find the one that was watching my father and I have sex.


Briefly, I caught eyes with him, sitting fourth out of six men, he quickly
looked away acting natural. I smiled in his direction. He slurped on some
coffee, ignoring me. I heard the sound of Dad fumbling with his keys, so I
turned to face him. Dad put his hand on the back of my neck, leading me out
of the diner, back into the summer air.


**


On the drive home, Dad and I discussed how we've improved after these few
days of constant fucking.


"I think you could maybe go harder, Dad," I suggest.


"Harder? Really?"


We started making plans. Shower. Fuck. Lunch. Fuck. Dinner--


"Fuck." Dad's voice suddenly changed. His jaw clenched. His fingers gripped
the steering wheel.


"What?" I looked around as we began to pull closer to our house. When my
eyes fixed upon our driveway, I realized what happened. A moving truck, my
mother's black Lexus. My heart sank. "Dad?" I asked quietly, but he
remained stoic. "Dad? What do we do?" Dad pulled into the driveway next to
my mother's car. He sighed deeply.


"We go inside. Say hi t'yer mom." Dad put the truck in park, shut off the
engine, and pushed open the door. I sat still in the car, eyes fixed on our
front door, knowing that my mother was inside. Dad slammed the door shut,
the air and sound pushing against my left ear. The sound of Dad's boots got
softer, until I couldn't hear him anymore.


Finally, after collecting my thoughts, I decided to get out of the truck
and meet my family inside.


As I opened the door I already heard the sound of my mother's voice.


"--that's not gonna work either. And, this is where the couch is going?
Really? Whose house do you know where they have a couch facing a window?"


Loretta "Lori" Smalls-Vandover was a presence in any room that she was
in. High-heels were her house shoes. A three piece suit was her
sleep-clothes. She had the conversational skills of a bull-dozer, with the
voice of a peacock, and the charm and appeal of bungie-jumping. She had a
knack for harnessing attention and using it for good. Or at least for what
the needed or wanted. Mostly, she was a candle, burning at both ends, and
when it came to who gets left in the blaze, it was us. Me and my dad.


"Oh my gosh, I don't know where anything is. This is why. I knew. I knew. I
should have just skipped the vacation, and moved up with you boys. Hi
Sebastian, how are you," she came up to me, giving me a side-hug. "Holy
cow, your hair!" She made little spitting noises as though some of it got
in her face. "You need a bath. A haircut. Yeesh. So much to do. Lisa?
LISA!"


"I'm right here, Mom." My sister, Lisa, was leaning against the bar
counter, headphones around her neck and a CD player stuffed in a hooded
jacket. Lisa was a total brainiac-beauty. Lately she'd been really obsessed
with Nirvana and Soundgarden, entering a new phase of isolation and
aloofness. She really didn't fit in at our old town, and from what I've
seen she'll definitely stand out here in Birchwood.


"Agh, well you wouldn't know it. She's been listening to that CD player
this whole time. This whole time! So many batteries. She's like a zombie!"


"I'm. Right here. Mom," Lisa said in a dead voice. She had to be exhausted
from her trip with my mother. One can only take so much of her at once.


"Lori, why don't you let Seb show Lisa where stuff is, and, honey, you can
tell me where stuff should go." My dad always did have a great way with my
mom.


We begrudgingly went off, away from our parents, leaving them alone. I was
sure that they needed some time to themselves. But I couldn't help but
imagining my dad getting intimate with my mom and feeling this poisonous
feeling inside of me. Envy? Jealousy? Were they really that different?


"Our rooms are next to each other," I said.


"Great," she said sarcastically. "If I bring any boys over, promise not to
tell?" she asked looking around her new domain.


"Only if you do the same for me," I said, trying to be humorous.


"Ugh," she laughed, "so weird." And then she shut the door. By the time it
opened back up, I'm sure the walls would be darkened by posters of all
sorts, and it would have her own Lisa-flair to it. My room on the other
hand, still looked like it did when we first moved in. Boxes, my small bed
with just a couple of sheets, and my orange basketball lamp setup on a
shelf in the corner.


I figured I wouldn't be spending anymore time in my dad's bed, so I might
as well start making my room at least a little presentable.


By the time I'd unloaded each of the boxes of clothes, books, and toys, I
started to feel a bit more at home. Staring at my now-made bed, I couldn't
help but imagine me and my dad together on it. His ass in my face, his
sweaty and hairy body tented over me. I slipped my hand in my shorts and
started rubbing my slowly hardening penis. Walking up to my bed I felt the
sheets, imagining my dad's skin having been pressed against them. My eyes
fluttered as I pleasured myself.


"Sebastian?" my mother's voice sounded off behind me. My hand ripped away
from my crotch instantly. I spun around to see my mom looking around at my
room, somewhat judgmentally. "Oh, is this it?" she asked.


"Yeah, I think so," I said, looking for what else that she could be talking
about.


"Hm. Okay." The thudding footsteps of someone walking upstairs interrupted
my mother's train of thought. Who I thought would be my dad, was actually a
pair of brutish looking men, both wearing overalls with a uniform shirt
underneath, along with heavy work boots.


One of them was black, bald-headed, with a frightening set of muscles,
"Jeffrey" embroidered on his front pocket. The overalls on him looked
silly, but also left little to the imagination, sweat had already appeared
on his forehead, even though he had just traveled from outside to
upstairs. At his waist hung a tool belt, and in between his legs cupped a
bulge of denim.


"We're ready t'get started, ma'am," he said, deep-voiced, worn.


The other was a pig-looking sort of man. Shorter, pink with sunburn with a
full scraggly beard that complimented his also balding head. With his
smaller height he was also much more stout, with a full round
belly. Hardened and hairy arms that he crossed over his chest showed that
he'd been doing this line of work for a while. "Al" was written on his
front pocket.


"Where y'want all this stuff," his voice nasally and bright, almost like
how a little dog would sound, I imagined.


"Um, yes, okay, let me show you--or...actually?" My mother spun around
unsure of where to start. I didn't think we could possibly have that much
more stuff. She walked off with the two movers following in her
wake. "Sebastian, come make yourself useful!" I heard her shout from down
stairs.


As I slumped to the kitchen where she was, the movers had already begun
their silent by efficient back and forth of moving pieces of furniture,
hanging curtains, paintings, stocking bookshelves. They were going much
more faster than when my Dad and I first moved in.


"Why don't you make some lemonade?" my mother suggested.


"Um, okay. I'm not really thirsty, though," I said shrugging.


"Not for you!" she said sardonically, "For the movers." She walked out of
the kitchen. "Gary?" And then I was alone with a pile of lemons.


I started by rolling the lemons on the counter to make them juicer. As I
started slicing them in half and squeezing the juice into the pitcher, I
noticed the movers, Jeffrey and Al, getting excited.


"Dang, that looks good! Hope we can have some," Jeffrey commented rolling
in a dolly of boxes.


"Yep, that's gonna taste real good once we're done," Al quipped hoisting a
heavy through the living room.


It'd only been less than an hour since my dad fucked me, but seeing these
strong and burly men was getting me horned up. I rubbed my stiff erection
through my shorts as I started tossing used lemons and putting the rest of
dishes I used away.


From the cabinet I found two tall glass, and filled them with ice. After
stirring the water, sugar and lemon juice together, I noticed that the
movers hadn't been inside for a while. Maybe they were taking a break? Or
maybe they were about to be done.


"There still so much they haven't brought in yet!" my mother strutted
through the house looking around for specific pieces. "When you take the
lemonade out for them, ask them how much longer it will be." I could tell
my mother was in a hurry to start living comfortably in our new house, but
I was already getting annoyed of her demanding attitude.


I took the glasses out through the opened front door and headed toward the
moving truck. I didn't see either Jeffrey or Al outside so I went toward
the the back of the truck. Looking inside, I still saw quite a bit of stuff
to move in, so I knew my mother wouldn't like to hear that. Around the
corner I saw Jeffrey standing with his back against the wall of the truck
looking down. I also noticed that his overalls were unhooked, with just the
thin t-shirt that was on underneath. The shirt was incredibly tight on him,
and I could see his dark skin like an overcast sky on his chest. His
nipples were like eraser nubs that accented his heavy chest nicely. My
mouth was dry, my heart raced as I stepped closer examining him. I decided
to finally speak up.


"E-excuse me," I said, my voice barely a peep. Jeffrey's head jerked my
direction in surprise.


"Ah, sheeyit!" he hissed. "Uh, whatchu want kid?" he said adjusting
himself, hiding behind a stack of boxes.


"Oh, I, uh...I brought y'all some lemonade."


"G-great, just set it there. Thanks, buddy," he mentioned. I set the
glasses on the edge of the truck opening, out of the way in case they
needed to still walk in and out.


"Um...my mother was wondering how much longer this will take," I said,
shyly.


"Oh, uh, we're almost done, not too much longer," he said, still somewhat
stammering. He stood with his hands on his hips, trying to seem
nonchalant. He let out a deep, exasperated breath. A breath that seemed
familiar to me. His eyes closed, almost as though he had warm water pouring
on his head.


"W-where's the other guy?" I asked out of curiosity.


"He's uh...h-he's not inside?" he asked.


"No, he came back out here, just a little bit ago."


"Oh, well...haven't seen 'em." His jaw clenched, and sweat was glistening
on the top of his head. I knew something was off.


"What're you doing back there?" I asked.


"N-nothing, just taking a break, s'all," he said, nervously. I knew
something was off. I knew it. I decided to climb into the truck, at least
to see what was left to take in. Something was off.


"Maybe I can help take some stuff? If it's not too heavy?" I walked
straight over to a box that was hiding most of Jeffrey's lower body, and
lifted it.


"Fuck, kid, NO!" What I saw made my jaw drop.


Jeffrey's dick--black, thick, utterly massive. The color of mahogany. A
fresh coat of spit covering half of the shaft. A cock of a size I'd never
seen before. And it was swinging next to Al's face. Al, who was kneeling on
the floor of the truck, very obviously in the middle of blowing him.


"W-what are you guys doing?" I asked, half nervous, and half exhilarated.


"Kid, you need to leave," Al said softly. I set the box to the side. Taking
in more of Jeffrey's cock with my eyes. It looked almost delectable with
it's color and size. The head of his cock was a rosy pink, and at the base
of his dick two lemon sized balls sat stuck to his muscular thighs.


Al's face shone with sweat and fear. What would I do? Would I tell? Making
my mother even more mad at them for wasting time with a cock in their
mouth?


"Yeah, man, you should go back inside," Jeffery said, mortified, trying to
cover his dick with his hands. As much as these men wanted me to
leave--whether it be to just leave them to each other's dicks, or just to
get out of this awkward moment--something was keeping me there.


"What...what if I don't leave?" I asked, my heart pounding.


"Wh-what?" Jeffrey asked.


"I don't want to leave," I said, standing firmly. My cock throbbed inside
more shorts. Desperate to be free.


"Kid, really," Al said again. "Scram."


Instead of leaving, I unzipped my shorts and let them fall to the floor,
releasing my five-inch boy prick into the air, a whip of precum flinging
from the head.


"H-h-holy shit," Al said, backing away, looking away from me.


"K-kid, y-you can't do that," Jeffrey said, looking at the floor.


"We're gonna tell your mom," Al said.


"Yeah, you'll get in trouble," Jeffrey piped in.


"I'll get in trouble?" I said smiling, stepping out of my shorts. The men
both looked at each other, frightful, maybe nauseous.. I walked over to
Jeffrey, my dick bouncing with each step, and gently took his dick in my
hand. He let out a shuddering breath. It was incredibly heavy. All I could
imagine was what it tasted like, what it would feel like inside of my head,
inside of my hole.


"If you guys play with me, I won't tell my mother," I said, shrugging as if
the deal made total sense. Jeffrey looked a bit defeated, his hard-on
pulsed in my hand. I looked at Al still kneeling down, his face inches from
my waist.


"This is so fucked up, man," Jeffrey said to Al, breath quickening with
nerves.


"I ain't losin' my job for this," Al said gruffly.


"You won't lose your jobs," I said stepping between them, feeling the
warmth radiating from their bodies, playing with Jeffrey's massive cock in
my hand. "I promise." Squeezing, feeling the texture of his penis was
something that I could have done all day. Sliding it with my fingers, using
his sweat as a lubricant, admiring the deep brown color of it, the veins
that coiled around it. Jeffrey's eyes clenched shut, his mouth pursed,
almost as though he was trying to make me disappear.


"Come on, man," Al said. "Let's just get back to work." I gripped Jeffrey's
cock harder, feeling it squish in my hand, the silkiness of his skin was
something that I couldn't stop feeling and experiencing. Jeffrey continued
looking away from me, his eyes closed. "C'mon, Jeff! Let's just finish this
and get the fuck outta here."


My heart raced as I contemplated tasting his dick, wondering if it would be
just like all the others I've had in my mouth. I dipped my head down and
licked the tip of his dick, causing him to wince, breathing sharply through
his nose. I looked up at him, still trying to ignore me.


Finally, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick, dying to taste it,
to feel my throat close around his meat. Getting my mouth around it was
definitely more difficult than any dick I'd tried so far.


"F-fuck," Jeffrey whispered. I left his dick, kissing the tip of it
delicately.


"It tastes really good!" I said, appreciatively, complimentary. Jeffrey
opened his eyes, looking weary. He looked across me at Al. I looked behind
me. Sweat was dripping from his face, too. His beard had a dewey spray of
perspiration. His brow was scowled in frustration. That I was there,
mostly.


I realized that I was putting them in an impossible situation. If they
kicked me out, I would tell them what happened, but if they stayed they had
to let a boy take their cocks, their loads, whatever I wanted. They had no
idea what I could give them. And I wasn't leaving until I did.


I turned away from Al, back to Jeffrey's cock. I looked into his eyes that
were now locked onto mine. With one smooth motion, I gulped down a third of
Jeffrey's cock, my head exploding with a new list of sensations, tastes,
smells, feelings.


"Ahhhh, fuckkkkk," Jeffrey moaned. I took his dick into me as far as I
could, feeling the head traveling past my throat. Not only was Jeffrey's
dick longer than my dad's, but it was thicker, too. I gripped Jeffrey's
muscular waist, and tried pulling myself further into him. I gummed his
shaft, soaking it with my saliva. I took in sharp sips of air as I moved
further down Jeffrey's cock. I did everything I could to enjoy and savor
this monster of a dick. My nose was about an inch away from his waist
before I started gagging a bit. Slobber spewed from my mouth and speckled
his navel, shaft, and balls. "Fuckkk, meeehn..." Jeffrey's head rested
against the wall of the truck, his legs relaxing a bit. I ran my hands
against his firm ass, sliding my hand up his shirt. I focused on his cock,
trying to swallow the entire thing, my lips feeling like they would crack
by how thick his tool was.


"Shheeeyit, son," he groaned. "Big Al, this kid's the real deal," his voice
squeaked and sighed as he squirmed, reacting to my mouth.


"Jesus Christ, Jeffrey. You kiddin' me with this?" Al asked quietly.


"H-he's good, man," he said, ignoring him as I slid my head back and forth
around his cock. He rocked his hips back and forth, pleasuring himself with
my mouth. He slipped his hand around the back of my neck affectionately,
stroking my hair as I pleasured him. "M-might even be better'n you," he
pushed his dick into me as I picked up my rhythm. Gagging and gulping at
first, I managed to pivot a bit to show Al how far I could go. Not all the
way, but about eight inches down, at least. I leaned forward sinking on
Jeffrey's dick taking in deep gulps of air, stroking him as I moved up and
down on his cock. I jutted my neck back and forth taking thankful scoops of
Jeffrey's meat down my throat. I wagged my ass a bit in Al's face, hoping
that may change his spirits a bit.


"Y-yeah, boy, slurp on that cock. Take all that fuckin' shit in your mouth,
son." I did as he said, engulfing Jeffrey's massive cock with my mouth,
unhinging my jaw in order to take even more savoring drinks of him. His
hands tangled in my hair, pulling on me slightly, forcing me in and out,
further in.


"Mmmm, mmmph," I groaned. I loved that feeling. That feeling of a man
forcing his dick into me. That powerful and sometime scary feeling of "What
if I can't take it?" The answer not being important, because if I can't at
first, I know that I will be able to eventually. I tasted his precum, which
made me use my hand to milk him even more fervently.


"Ahh, shit yeah. Ahhh, SHHHHH-I-IT," Jeffrey moaned in pleasure. "Unhhh,
unhhh, A-Al...how's his hole look from there?" he asked, playfully, as
though asking someone how the water is after jumping into a cold lake.


Al sighed. "Pretty damn good, Jeff." I slowly popped off of Jeffrey's dick,
a strand of drool dangling from my lips.


I cleared my throat, spreading my legs a bit. "Um" I said, "something that
I think feels really good...i-is when people put their tongue down there,"
I finished shrugging my shoulders. I was worried that would weird him out
even more, but rather than dwell on it too much, I went back to tending to
Jeffrey's glistening cock. It was thankfully getting much easier to take
him now that I was used to it being in my mouth.


All of a sudden, I felt the wet, warm sensation of a tongue sliding against
my hole.


"MMmmm!" I groaned in shock as I continued to Jeffrey's cock. Al's tongue
worked and prodded my asshole, and his bushy beard and mustache tickled the
sides of my ass. I pushed back into him, hoping that I could feel his
tongue deeper inside of me. I whined and groaned, my voice sending
vibrations into Jeffrey's cock.


"God damn, this ass is perfect," Al whispered, slapping one of my bare
cheeks with his hand. Coarse and bristly hairs tickled and scraped my skin,
at the same time Al's tongue searched deep into my hole.


"Unngh, hey...hey man I wanna taste of this kid's ass, too," Jeffrey
announced, almost like a kid wanting to try the swing set. Hearing this, I
slowly pulled off of Jeffrey's cock, kissing the bright pink tip of any
precum he might have made in the process, and looked into his eyes. He
looked like he'd just gotten done running a mile.


"Is it okay if I suck his dick now?" I asked Jeffrey.


"Shoo' kid. It's alright with me. I just want some'a that ass." Jeffrey
took me and and spun me around so that my dick smacked Al's cheek, and my
ass was facing Jeffrey. Almost perfunctorily, Al took my boy cock in his
mouth and started sucking.


"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered and whined. Jeffrey squatted behind me and flicked
his tongue against my asshole. "Oh...oh God...unnngh!" I whimpered. I had a
man diving onto my cock in front of me, and another man driving his tongue
into my ass behind me. The pressure of two mouths tending to me at the same
time was almost too intense. One of my legs left the floor as I could
hardly keep standing, propping itself on a box that said "DINING ROOM" in
black marker. Pleasure was shooting from both sides of my body, electricity
growing right below my belly button. My hand reached around to the back of
Jeffrey's head, encouraging to go harder into my ass as he was practically
bent beneath me, propelling me upward. My other hand gripped Al's neck as
my entire cock went into Al's mouth.


It was overwhelming. My pelvis felt like it was going to practically burst
into flames.


"Grrrrrooooowlmmmmmph!" Al shook my dick in his mouth like a dog furiously
shaking a freshly caught prey. My balls swung to and fro as Al munched and
slurped messily on my prick. Jeffrey's hands pulled my cheeks apart so he
could taste me even further.


"Aw gawd," he moaned as though he was tasting a delicious steak. Al spat my
cock out of his mouth and went to work on my balls, pulling and nibbling on
my sack, rolling my nuts in his mouth with his tongue. Jeffrey's hands
kneaded my ass, and Al's hands tweaked and pulled on my nipples underneath
my shirt. It was like I was trapped in mess of vines, except they were
human limbs, and it took all of my strength not to cum right away. I flexed
my stomach, my arms, curling my toes.


Finally, Al stood up in front of me, maybe only a foot taller, and stared
into my pleasure contorted face as Jeffrey continue making out with my
asshole.


"Unnngh, mmmmm, yeeeeah," I whined.


"Yer a little too noisy," Al commented. "Y'need somethin' to quiet ya
down," he added, grabbing the heavy bulge in his overalls. I nodded,
zombified, reaching out to him, my elevated foot reaching the floor once
again.


One of my hands fell on his chest, fingers fumbling with the latches of his
overalls. The other hand combed through Al's beard, my fingertips becoming
damp with his messy mixture of sweat and drool. His face with marred with
age, lines stretching from his brown eyes. The other half of his face was
obscured by his beard, but beneath all that hair I saw a set of full, pink
lips.


As one of the overall straps came undone, I yanked on Al's beard, pulling
his face into mine. Instantly our lips locked, and my face became buried in
a cloud of facial hair. His breath reeked of an intoxicating mix of cock,
beer, and cigarettes. His tongue ravenously flopped and wrestled with mine,
whispering lust-driven moans into my lungs.


Once I unlatched Al's other suspender his overalls slumped to the floor,
metal fasteners clanging against the metal under our feet. The undraped
denim let loose a smell of man musk that almost knocked me out. Al's wife
beater was stained with sweat, and his round gut was barely even
covered. Resting beneath his stomach was a heavy bulge, cradled by a
jockstrap that held back a forest of pubic hair. I needed that cock, I
thought as tongues probed my face and my hole. I knew I must have it in my
mouth, to taste his dirty, sweaty skin.


Al's face retreated from mine, hand gripping my dick tightly.


"Y'want this cock?" he asked sternly, his other hand gripping the back of
my head, my hair in a bundle.


"AH! Ah. AH. Y-yes," I groaned.


"Y'want my fat dick in yer mouth?" he prompted, squeezing my hair
tighter. Suddenly I felt transported back to reality. These were
strangers. I didn't know them. I didn't know at what lengths they might use
me.


"AH. YESSS."


"Yes, what, boy?"


"I-I...I want it," I winced, somewhat afraid.


"You want what? Tell me you want my fat cock."


"I want your fat cock. Ah...AHH," I struggled to keep my footing, my scalp
burning from Al's tight bundle of hair he had me held in.


"I don't believe you, boy," he hissed. "Tell me you want my fat cock. Beg
me for it," his breath was hot against my neck.


"I want your fat cock! I want it so badly! Ple-eeease let me have it!" I
yelled desperately, tender-headed, tears welling in my eyes. Jeffrey's
tongue continued to search and probe my hole.


"Y-yee-eah, get down there, boy," he shoved me to my knees, stepping closer
to me, cramming his bulging dick against my face. Jeffrey's face smacked
away from my hole. In a disappointed daze, he stood on my otherside with
his black dick swinging just above my head. Like a kid waiting his turn at
the water fountain.


I gagged on Al's jockstrap, gumming his thick cock between my
lips. Finally, I pulled down Al's jock strap to find a thick seven-inch
slab of meat spring forth, rosy pink, enshrouded by pubic hair. I instantly
jumped to it, taking the entire cock in one gulp, burying my face in his
thick black and wiry pubes.


"UUURRGH, yeah, son, take that cock," he growled. I bobbed up and down on
Al's penis, taking the entire length of it, savoring the salty taste of his
meat as though it were the first and last cock I'd ever have. I whimpered
desperately as I took it in my mouth, stroking it with one of my free
hands. My other hand fumbled searching for Jeffrey's dick. When I finally
found it, I jacked him off while I sucked Al. So many things to touch and
taste and feel. I glanced up to see Jeffrey and Al making out, enjoying
this opportunity to have a young boy servicing their cocks. Their tongues
entwining, hands feeling one another, fists pounding against each other's
chests, barking, growling . A violent, lust-driven back and forth.


I took this moment to switch over to Jeffrey's cock, swallowing over half
of it, becoming enthralled with the differences of tastes and smells,
appreciating the smear of precum that he'd made while rimming me. I
squeezed and masturbated Al, using my drool as lubricant.


"Mmmmmm," a collective groan from the adults I was providing pleasure. I
switched over to Al's cock again, watching his knees buckle as I took it
all down my throat at once.


"ARRGHHH YRREEHHHH," Al roared, driving his cock down my throat, banging
his hips against my face. "Y'want me to fuck your face?" Al
whispered. "Yeah?" I nodded vigorously. "Fuck, yeah," Al spat, driving his
dick into my face, using my skull as simply a hole. To be used.


His balls, like a bull's, heavy and hanging low, swung against my chin and
neck. His hips bucked and grinded into me, the tip of his cock punching
against my tonsils and the back of my throat. His belly, still covered in
his wifebeater was round, damp, bumping into my forehead as he fucked my
face.


"Mmmph, fuck, man," Al whined. "Fuckin' shit," he whimpered picking up his
pace. Jeffrey's cock was coiled in my hand, and as difficult as it was, I
managed to continue stroking him as Al pummelled my face with his cock. I
felt my dick jerking and bouncing between my legs as I struggled to kneel
in a comfortable way.


"Let's bring him over here," Jeffrey sighed. "I think he wants more of
mine." Al obliged by yanking his dick from my mouth, a web of saliva
streaming from my face and his dick. Dazed and catching my breath, the two
men brought be back to my feet. I struggled to stand up straight,
disoriented, and confused. My hands reached out looking for a dick to hold,
to put in my mouth. I found Jeffrey's and instinctively went to put my
mouth on it, but Jeffrey was walking away. Kicking off his overalls, he
straddled a set of boxes that were set up long enough for me to lay on top
of.


"Here ya go boy," Jeffrey coaxed, "Go down on that nice big cock." I layed
down on the boxes so that my chest and stomach were laying on cardboard, my
lower half hanging off the edge. I dove onto Jeffrey's cock taking it
thankfully in my mouth, pushing myself further and further down his massive
shaft.


"Ooooof, yeh, son. Yeh, son," he encouraged, reclining against the wall of
the moving truck, enjoying his blowjob. Ravenously I took and swallowed as
much of Jeffrey as I could, gagging occasionally, but as usual, I wanted
all of it.


From behind, I felt Al's mouth once again taking control of my hole,
getting it nice and wet. His chin smacking and popping against my asshole
as he created a puddle of drool on my backside. I sighed with pleasure,
sending whistling moans through my nose, arching my back, and spreading my
legs so that he could taste more of me.


Jeffrey unable to bear the heat of the truck any longer finally peeled the
sweat stained T-shirt from his torso revealing an intricate display of
muscles. Rippling abdominals, pectorals heaving and accented with dark
brown nipples. What I loved the most was the small spray of hair that
decorated his chest in tight circles.


With an unexpected motion, Al took me by the hips and spun me around so
that I was laying on my back, Jeffrey's balls draped across my nose and
eyes.


"Ahhh," I whispered in surprise. Al spread my legs and chomped down on my
boy cock once again. "UNnnnngh!" I whined, my tongue searching for cock,
searching for skin to taste.  One by one I sucked and kneaded Jeffrey's
balls with my lips and tongue, enjoying how delectably salty and sweet his
skin was.


"Fuckin' hell this hole is so perfect, mmmph, and tasty," Al
growled. Jeffrey adjusted himself so that he was arching over
me--"sixty-nine" my dad called it. As Jeffrey's dick became more accessible
to my mouth, I scooped it up with my lips and tongue and got back to
work. Jeffrey swept my dick in his mouth as well and Al went back to
tasting my hole.


Al was just as ruthless with my hole as he was with my cock, shaking his
face, growling and roaring into me sending vibrations from my head to my
toes, behind my eyes, in my gut. I no longer knew how long I could hold my
cum in my balls.


"MMMMPH," I whined, squealing around Jeffrey's massive cock. Jeffrey
started bucking his hips, fucking my mouth, pushing further and further
into me, his balls blinding me as they bounced on my fluttering eyelids. Al
was relentless, circling his tongue against my asshole.


I was gonna cum, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.


"Mmmmph, guurrr cuhhh. GURRR CUHH," I groaned, legs shaking, toes curling,
my back arching, "MMMPH, MMMPH! MMMMMMPH!" Cum surged into Jeffrey's hot
mouth, as he continued to suck and stroke me. My back bounced against the
boxes as my orgasm took me into a wild frenzy of uncontrolled jerking
motions, my fingers gripping Jeffrey's legs.


"Mmmmm," Jeffrey sighed as he slowly pulled away from my dick, leaving me
to continue playing with his. Jeffrey met Al's face, cum dribbling from his
lips and chin, making out with him, both of them like hyenas fighting over
scraps of meat. Licking and slurping against one another's face, trying to
get the biggest helping of cum that they could.


I was sexually overwhelmed, still mindlessly sucking on Jeffrey's
scrumptious tool. Normally, I would enjoy the hazy cloud that sort of lets
me float after an orgasm, but the idea that there were two men in here that
hadn't cum yet, had me in a purposeful state of lust.


Jeffrey leaned back, causing his dick to fly from my mouth with a loud
pop. As Jeffrey sat down, he pulled me toward him, sticking his tongue in
my mouth, sharing a small helping of cum with me. I was transfixed by his
full lips, taking small pecks around my skin, tasting them against my
own. He forced his long tongue inside my mouth, my body quivering in
response to his sensuousness.


As he continued making out with me, he peeled my shirt from my skin,
revealing my tight boyish figure. My abs, ribs, chest, collar bone. Al
backed away to another sturdy box and sat down on it, jacking off to the
both of us. I watched as Al's face crunched into one of agonizing
pleasure. Completely naked except for my shoes, I crawled over to Al, my
small dick bouncing against my stomach, and dipped my head back on to his
cock.


"Mmmmm, yyyyyeah," he sighed gruffly. "He hasn't got enough yet," he
remarked. "Y'want more, boy?" he asked. Al's cock was buried in my mouth. I
knew I couldn't go deeper, but I still smothered my face in his pubic hair,
dying for just one more inch of meat in me.


"Mmm-hmmmm," I tried to say. Jeffrey moved closer to me, dabbing his
fingers against my hole.


"Tell us how much you fuckin' love cock, boy," Al demanded.


"Guh glub gohhk," I said with my mouth full.


"Mmmm, yeah, listen t'this lil faggot boy talkin' with his mouth full'a
penis," he said, in a distant state of bliss. Jeffrey stroked his fingers
against my sopping wet hole. I wagged my ass a bit, signalling to Jeffrey
that it was okay, that he could do more. I heard the sound of fingers being
licked by thick lips. Then, the familiar feeling of something foreign
pushing into me.


"Ugggggggh," I groaned loudly, feeling Jeffrey's finger sliding into my
ass. "Mmmmmmmph!" I continued swallowing Al's dick, stroking him, making
his cock extra slippery in my hands, fondling his balls. I treated Al's
cock like it were pottery, and I was crafting the perfect piece of art.


"Shit, man, this kid's nuts," Al whined in pleasure, wiping sweat from his
forehead. Jeffrey continued filling my hole with fingers, sliding a second,
a third one, my eyes filling with stars and color. He hooked his joints
inside of me, flicking all of my spots, sending flashes of lights into my
vision. I swallowed stale air, through the gaps of my mouth. Finally I
couldn't take it anymore. My ass tightened around Jeffrey's finger.


"Raaagh," I groaned coming up for air from Al's dick. I crawled up Al's
chest, pressing myself against him. "I...I want you...I want you to fuck
me," I whimpered, Jeffrey's hand continuing to fill me up, knuckles grazing
against my prostate.


"Ha," Al laughed, looking over my shoulder. "Y'hear that?" Al asked
Jeffrey.


"Please," I whined, "please fuck me," I dry humped Al's fuzzy stomach,
squeezing his firm chest, rubbing my penis against his skin. My eyes rolled
back into my head as Jeffrey's fingers danced in my hole. I slipped my hand
under Al's shirt, and lifted it over his head, my eyes taking in a
beautiful spread of body hair. His round stomach was like a rolling hill of
dark hair mixed with pale skin. His chest, two firm stones, massive and
powerful, were completely darkened by his thick chest hair. Two large
nipples peaked through the thicket with tips like eraserheads.


I went right for his nipples, chewing, nibbling, sucking as if life would
come out of them. I was in an oversexed frenzy.


"Awwgghhh, fuck yeah," Al groaned. Jeffrey's fingers finally retreated from
my hole. Just as he did, I needed something back inside, something to fill
me up.


I moved away from Al's chest, continuing to grope and squeeze his hairy
muscles. My mouth met with his, our tongues entangling with one another
once again. I whimpered tiny moans into his mouth as he growled in return
in a gravelly voice. I stepped forward, straddling him slightly, rubbing my
hole against his dick.


"Fuck...fuck me," I said in between kisses. Jeffrey stepped over to our
side, his dick bouncing back and forth against his thighs. Al looked up at
Jeffrey, as though they needed each other's permission to go this far. I
sank down on Al's slobbery dick slightly, just to the tip.


"Ohhhh," I whimpered, throwing my head back. "P-please," I whispered,
bouncing on Al's knob, my hands folding around the back of Al's neck. I
sank a bit further, maybe an inch, just to show him that I could. That I
knew what I was doing. I twisted and moved my hips on his dick, slow and
steady breaths exiting my mouth, drool dangling from my lips.


"Oh....oh fuck," Al whined gruffly, shaking his head. Al and Jeffrey kept
their eyes locked on one another. I sank even further down, feeling Al's
head knocking against my prostate, sliding deeper into me.


"Ah...ahhhhhunnngh," I whined, feeling Al's cock bury itself deeper and
deeper into me, my knees began to shake, my feet rattled against the
floor. Finally, I just sat, letting the remaining four inches, plunge into
me. "Gyahhhhehhhh," I cried, precum seeping from my dick.


"H-h-holy fuckin'...ffffuhhhh," Al moaned intelligibly. I started to rise
and fall on Al's cock, rising and sinking, six inches up, seven inches
down, slowly, and purposefully. Al's dick dragged against the walls of my
ass, my entire body reeling from the sensation of Al's thick cock stuffing
me full.


"Mmmmmph," I whined, my dick running against Al's burly stomach. I rested
my head against Al's chest, like two furry pillows as I kept riding his
cock.


"Can't believe this shit," Al groaned. "Can't believe this fucking
shit. Jesus fucking Christ," he sighed exasperatedly, wiping his forehead
with his arm. Jeffrey walked over to my side, his dick in his hand,
stroking himself slowly. Like a puppy seeing a new toy, I gladly took
Jeffrey's cock in my mouth, swallowing as much of it as I could, hungry for
more.


Al sat comfortably against the boxes, filling my hole with his thick pink
dick, Jeffrey stood towering over both of us, feeding me his salty cock. I
pushed my head as far as I could on Jeffrey's dick, at least eight inches
of Jeffrey's dick disappearing inside of me, and still a few more inches to
spare. He was a monster. And as much as I loved riding Al's cock, I had to
see if I could take Jeffrey's, too. It curved slightly downward his feet,
so I felt like getting fucked doggy by him would be incredible.


"Mmmmmph," I growled as I sucked Jeffrey's dick, and full of lust, I began
bouncing wildly on Al's dick. My chest and stomach smeared against
Al's. Our sweat and skin sliding together like two pieces of marinated
meat. Sweat dripped into my eyes, my hair soaked. I did my best to
coordinate between sucking Jeffrey, deep throating him, my tonsils gripping
his shaft, and fucking myself with Al's cock. My dick was sandwiched
between mine and Al's stomachs, milking the smallest trace of precum from
my aching balls.


Al spread his legs, using his hips to push into me even more
powerfully. Jeffrey's cock spilled from my mouth, spit swinging from the
tip of his cock.


"Ahhh, fu-u-uck meeee," I groaned bouncing on Al's lap, his cock punching
my prostate. My dick whipped about wildly, smacking my navel with.


"Yyyyyeah, boy take this fuckin' cock," Al growled.


"Ahhhh, ahhhh, errrghhh," my eyes turned to glass, my neck becoming a rosy
pink, my small chest bounced up and down, my nipples like jumping beans
from the force of Al's dick. I ran my hands around Al's neck gripping onto
him, my eyebrows furrowed with a mix of eager pleasure and uncomfortable
pain growing in my hips. The mix of the two was out of this world.


"Take it boy, fuckin..." Al wiped his face with his hand, and jammed his
fingers in my mouth, giving me a taste of his noxious sweat. I accepted it
welcomingly.


"K-keep fuggin me," I whined, fingers in my mouth. Jeffrey masturbated
furiously next to us, his eyes not knowing what to look at. I gripped
Jeffrey's dick, spitting out Al's fingers and taking his penis back in my
mouth.


"Ohhh, sheeyit," Jeffrey sighed, pushing his hips into my face. "Yeah, suck
on my big black dick, baby," he coaxed.


Al kept on thrusting into me. Our skin slapped, echoing in the space of the
moving truck. Al's hand twisted my nipples, ran across my stomach, taking
every second to touch and feel me, perhaps knowing we would never see each
other ever again after this was over.


If it would ever end, I thought. I could take these dicks all day if they'd
let me.


"Fuck, this...this kid's gonna make me cum," Al growled, picking up his
pace at first, but then thursting more irregularly. "Ohh, fuckin'
shit. FUCK. FUCK, I'M GONNA." I looked into his eyes as I felt his body
going through the beginning stages of an orgasm. I wanted to keep this in
my brain as long as I could, taking sex as more of a priceless privilege
than something my father could grant me whenever he felt, or I felt, the
need.


"I'M CUMMIN'. RRRRUHGGGNhhhRROOOOAHAHHHH!" His eyes flew to the back of his
head, as spit and hot air spewed from his mouth. His dick pulse and grew
inside of me, and I continued grinding my hips and feeling my insides
become painted with Al's cum, letting that initial burning sensation
electrify my skin, my nerves. I slowly rose and fall on Al's dick, letting
his body twitch, his heaving chest shake, his face red, regain it's normal
white color.


Slowly I started to lift off of Al's cum soaked cock. Watching him writhe
and squirm was almost enough to make me bust right then. His eyes fluttered
with pleasure, his muscles tightened where men don't usually need to
tighten. All because of me.


Finally Al's dick, popped out of my ass, and with shaky legs I regained my
footing. Bending over Al, to kiss his sweaty body. Tasting him all over. I
glanced over at Jeffrey who was still stroking his monster of a dick.


I needed more. And I felt it as soon as Al's dick left my body. I needed
something in me. My hole buzzed and burned with need, and Jeffrey was the
nearest fully loaded cock.


"Ya...ya wanna fuck me too?" I asked, out of breath, hoping it would be a
simple answer.


"Y'think y'can take this?" Jeffrey taunted, shaking his dick in my
direction.


"I dunno," I said, propping myself up on the box that Al was sitting
on. Widening my legs I set my knees on either side of his body, dragging my
nuts across his belly, presenting my hole to Jeffrey. "I can try, though,"
I offered.


"Awright," Jeffrey accepted. Bounding over behind me. I arched my back,
giving Jeffrey the best view of my winking asshole. I watched as Jeffrey
set the tip of his cock against my hole. I closed my eyes, already feeling
much better. Slowly, he pushed his dick into my tight hole, still wet from
Al's load, and from all the spit these men had offered to me.


"Y-yeah," Al sighed, "Don't go easy on'm." I went back to feasting my lips
upon Al's neck, his forehead, back to his lips, taking my fill of this man,
gripping his softening cock with my hand, and holding onto Al's shoulder
with my other.


Suddenly I felt that sharp surge of pain that always came with a new
cock--a bigger cock.


"AGGGHUNNNH!" I cried, burying my face into Al's chest. "Ohhhhh, it hurts,"
I whined.


"Jus' relax kid," Jeffrey said, pausing a moment. "You can do this." I
thought of my father's advice, trying to control my breathing. I knew I
couldn't chicken out, not knowing when I was going to get the next cock in
my ass.


"Y-yeah," I said, sniveling, "Yeah keep goin'," I winced, trying to
distract myself with this piece of meat laying before me. Playing with Al's
chest muscles and his nipples.


My cock bounced and vibrated at the sensation of Jeffrey's massive dick
pushing even further into me. I felt his head move past my prostate, deeper
and deeper into my guts, pushing Al's load further inside of me.


"Ahhhh, gyawwwwwd," I whined. "It's so bi-iiiig," my thighs shook as I
pressed into Al even more, gripping onto him as Jeffrey continued to move
into me. I wanted to give up, but at the same time, I knew that if I said
stop it was over. I knew that it was going to feel better, and that I just
wanted it to feel that way, right now. I had to be patient.


"Keep goin', keep goin'," I said, and suddenly, it was like all of
Jeffrey's dick, the last five inches just slipped into place, like a foot
into a shoe. "HA!" I gasped, eyes bugged out of my head. "Uhngh, g-god," I
whispered, frozen, letting Jeffrey's dick sit in place for a moment.  I
felt like a massive rod had been jammed all the way through my spine.


"Ha, damn boy, no one's taken this whole dick in a good minute," Jeffrey
said admiringly.


"Ha-ha-ehhh," I laughed nervously. I then felt the slow retreat of
Jeffrey's dick from my ass. "Oh, ohhhhh," I groaned, feeling inch by inch,
his dick dragging its way out. After half his dick had moved back, he
started pushing his way back in. "Ahhhhhgh, mmmmmph," I groaned in major
discomfort at first, but as his dick started to push back in again, that
familiar feeling of electric pleasure started trickling through my body,
and I knew that I was ready. Slowly Jeffrey pushed and pulled his way into
making me one with his dick. Pushing me farther, and letting me get used to
it. Precum dribbled from my prick onto my toes.


I could only imagine what would happen if my dad were to see me like this.


"Mmmph," I whimpered. "F-fuck me," I whispered exasperatedly. "Fuck my
ass," I commanded. And sure enough, Jeffrey needed no more
instructions. Slowly at first, he began taking long purposeful thrusts,
pushing his black dick deep into me. I gripped Al's cock once more, finding
that it was inflating again, heavy balls swinging between his legs. I
slowly stroked Al's meat back to life, as Jeffrey's dick slowly pushed and
pulled me back and forth.


I climbed down off of Al's body, planting my feet back on the
floor. Jeffrey's hand slid up my back, bending me over once again, my face
falling to Al's semi-hard cock. Unable to control myself, I stuffed Al's
spongy dick in my mouth, tasting my own ass and whatever cum was left
behind in the process.


"Mmmmmmph," I groaned, the taste and sensation of it drove me wild. As I
made Al fully erect once more, Jeffrey started fucking me a bit more
quicker. A slow but steady knocking pace. "MMM, MMM!" I squeaked while I
sucked on Al's dick.


"Hoooooly shit," Jeffrey moaned. "Fuckin A, kid. Take this mothafuckin'
dick." I spread my legs a bit more, allowing me to take his dick even
better.


"UNngh, ungh, ungh," I grunted, feeling Jeffrey's dick punching into me
with more and more force. "Yeah. Yeah! YEAH! FUCK me. FUCK me! FUCK ME!" I
growled, stroking Al's dick faster.


"Unnnngh," Jeffrey groaned, ramming his massive rod into me. My legs shook
with pleasure. Al's hands ran in my hair, yanking me back to his cock
again. I eagerly took Al's cock back into his mouth again lapping it up,
soaking it in my spit.


In this moment, this moment of having a stranger stuffing his cock in my
ass, and another stranger gagging me with his dick, I realized that was
becoming an animal. A sex-charged creature. With every drop of cum, with
every pube that got stuck in my teeth, with every smear of sweat a man left
along my face, with every pelvic thrust that drove into my hole. It was
happening.


I withdrew from Al's cock again, looked in his eyes. "Fuck my face
again. Please," as I said as I sank my mouth on his cock again.


"Ha, if you say so," Al said, and started using my head as a tool for
orgasm. His head pummeled the back of my throat at the same time as
Jeffrey's cock began picking up speed once more. Two dicks in me at the
same time, I thought. This is how I want to live forever! I will do
whatever it takes.


Almost as soon as I made that commitment to myself, I heard the wailing
cries of Jeffrey behind me.


"Oooooh fuck boy. OHHHH FUCK," Jeffery's thighs began slapping against my
ass. I almost felt as though I could feel Jeffrey in my stomach. The head
of his dick raked against my prostate, precum dangled and dripped onto a
box that said "LISA'S THINGS" in marker.


Al bounced up and down on the box he was sitting on, driving his cock
further into my face. "Ah fuck, ah fuck," he whispered. "I'm gonn...I'm
gonna fuckin' cum again," he growled, almost wearily. "OH FUCK. OH
FUUUURHHHHHH," he roared, spilling his seed on my tongue, feeding me his
cum, savory, salty, different from any other helping of cum I'd had so
far. I gagged myself with his thick, spewing member, gratefully swallowing
every drop that I could.


With cum in my belly, Jeffrey was continuing to fuck me with feeling. My
entire body was a sturdy rag doll, joyfully bouncing and flailing at the
control of this man's massive cock. Fire began to ignite in my gut and cum
began to boil in my balls ready to shoot.


"Shit, I'm gonna shoot!" Jeffrey shouted.


"UNnngh, yeah, fuck me!" I cried, getting closer to cumming with each push
of Jeffrey's cock.


"I'M CUMMIN'. I'M CUMMIN," he whispered frantically. "AH. AH. AHHNNNGH!" he
pushed once more, his cock pulsing and twitching, hot liquid filling my
insides. And all of the sudden stopped fucking me.


"UNNNGH, DON'T STOP. DON'T STOP," I begged, backing into his dick, fucking
myself with his meat. I was so close to cumming again. I needed to shoot
one more load. Just one more.  Jeffrey whimpered and cried as he kept
fucking me, body shaking with oversensitivity. "KEEP FUCKING MEEEEE!" I
groaned, as Jeffrey continued to thrust into me.


"C'mon Jeff, fuck the cum outta him!" Al encouraged.


"Annngh! AHHHGNH!" I felt my eyes swirl with color, a kaleidoscope of
images like fireworks taking over my vision. My boy cock throbbed and
ached, desperate to cum. It jerked and spat small bits of precum. Jeffrey
pushed and churned his hot load in me with his massive
cock. "NNnnn--harder! HARDER," and with that Jeffrey sent three powerful
thrusts into me. And with these three thrusts, my fiery wad finally shot
forth for the second time in this truck.


One. "OHHHHHNNGH!" a rocket of cum shot forth and doused Al's own soaked
dick.


Two. "YYYYYYYEAAAHHNNGH!" Two more spurts of cum flung forward hitting his
stomach.


Three. "Ahhhhhhngh!" the rest of my load oozed forth, dripping on the
"LISA'S THINGS" box. Jeffrey pull out of me, and I fell forth into Al's
strong arms, our naked bodys sprawled atop the rest of my family's things.


Like drunken fools the three of us licked the remaining cum we could find,
tasting each other's lips, cocks, skin, anything. Jeffrey cleaned Al's cock
with his bright tongue. Al sucked on my oversexed dick, sucking the rest of
my load dry. I twitched, zombified, absorbing as much of Jeffrey's cock as
I could. Both of their hands danced across my skin. Lightly fingering me,
tasting me, pinching my nipples. Getting their last fill.


"Jesus Christ," Al finally said. "I fuckin' needed that."


"Shit," Jeffrey moaned, a vision in beautiful brown, sitting on the floor,
his cock finally starting to soften.


"Th-thank you guys," I piped in, slowly milking the rest of my load from my
softening dick.


"Y-you gotta promise..." Al said breathlessly, "that after you leave this
truck. You don't talk to us, you don't look at us."


Hearing Al say this hurt a bit, but I understood. I wouldn't ever see these
guys again. I took their loads, tasted their cocks, and got what I wanted.


"Okay," I said softly, "I promise."


"Now," Al said, "for fuck's sake. Get outta here." I stood up, quickly
getting my shirt and shorts back on. "And leave the lemonade!" Jeffrey
called out. I smiled, and jumped out of the truck. Leaving behind Al and
Jeffrey behind forever.


Back in the house, my mother was talking on the phone, oblivious to
everything.


"...well, we're almost all moved in, and then we can probably start getting
back in business. You have the downtown locations set right? Ugh these
movers are taking forever," I tried slipping past her. To just go to my
room. "Ah, speaking of which. Sebastian? What'd they say? How much longer?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing in front of her, I was a sweaty,
sexually spent mess. But the way she looked at me, it was as if she didn't
even really see me. She just looked expectant. An answer. She wanted an
answer.


"Oh, uh, they said it won't be much longer," I said.


"Ugh," she rolled her eyes, continuing to talk on the phone. "Can't find
anyone who can do a simple job around here."


Then she was back into the world of whoever she was speaking to on the
phone. I decided to check on my dad. I was feeling a little rattled after
my encounter with Jeffrey and Al, and hoped that maybe he would help me
through it.


As I entered the garage, I saw my father in one of his most glorious ways:
work mode. Focused on something he was passionate about, working it into
his ideal vision. He was putting the finishing touches on the dining room
table. The same table where I shared we shared our first orgasms together.


"Hey, Dad," I said getting a closer look at what he was doing.


"Ah, hey, Son," he replied gruffly. I made sure the garage door was shut
before saying anything else.


"Is everything okay?" I asked.


"Huh? Yeah, everything's fine," he said, as if he had no idea what I was
talking about.


"I just mean," I searched for the right words, "are we okay, Dad?"


He was in the middle of getting the finishings on the table just right. I
knew he was focused, but I just needed to know what was going on in his
head, now that my mother was home. His jaw clenched, and that little muscle
in his temple pulsed. I could tell he was frustrated.


"Course we're okay, Seb," he turned and ruffled my messy hair, still soaked
with sweat from sex. He pulled his hand back in a faint disgust. "Whatcha
been doin'?" he wiped his sweaty hand on his jeans.


"I made lemonade for the movers, then they fucked me," I said nonchalantly.


"They WHAT?" Dad barked, making me jump, but also laugh.


"Ha, I was just seeing if you were listening," I joked. Even though, I was
still telling the truth.


"Fuck yeah, I'm listening," he seemed irritated. "That really happen?" he
asked.


My silence answered his question.


"Sebastian," he said, almost fearful, "those two were total strangers," he
explained softly. "You don't know what they could have done to you." I'd
never heard him speak so clearly, and softly.


"I'm okay," I said, with a small smile. "Really, Dad." His face didn't
change. "It was really...fun!" I shrugged. Dad sighed, straightening his
back.


"And..." I said shyly, stepping closer to him, "if you want, you can fuck
me, too," I said stroking the bulge in his pants.


"No!" Dad backed away, bumping the table he was working on. "No. Seb." I
looked at him disappointedly. My dad turned and faced away from me. "If
your mo-...if she found out," he said. "I would be gone," he turned and
faced me again. "I would be gone. For good."


I stared at my dad as he explained this. I had been so stuffed full of sex,
cum, cocks, skin, sweat, all that the body could give me. I really was
becoming spoiled. Selfish.


"I...I understand," I said. I turned to head back inside.


"Seb," Dad called after me. "We'll have our time." His voice was low. With
yearning. "I'll make sure of it."


I smiled, nodded, and went back inside.


The rest of the day was uneventful. We had dinner as a family for the first
time in almost a month. My mother talked the most. Mostly about work. Her
job. How stressful it was. We cleaned up. Got ready for bed. The normal
routine was taking over our family once again.


As I left the bathroom in my night clothes, my sister Lisa bumped into me
in the hall.


"Ugh," she rolled her eyes, moving out of the way.


"Sorry," I said.


As she was about to use the bathroom herself she said the most words I'd
heard her say in a while: "Oh, I got you something from the trip. It's a
journal. I got it at a gas station in Gulf Shores, Alabama. I bought it
with my own money. You're welcome." Then she shut the door.


"Good talk!" I called out to her. I shook my head and went into my
room. Sure enough, on the bed was a cheap-looking diary. With a lock and
everything. On the cover was a picture of white beaches and blue water:
"SMALL TOWN, BIG BEACH--Gulf Shores, AL."


With the little key that came with it, I popped the lock off of the latch
and opened it up. Inside was simply lined paper. On the inside cover there
was a label that said: "This journal belongs to: DORKWAD." I rolled my
eyes, flipping through the pages a bit, then tossing it to the side.


Once lights were out, I layed in bed a bit, trying to get used to not
sleeping with my dad. I missed his warm body against mine. I missed his
smell. I missed his cock. His perfect penis. Having access to it, tasting
it. I thought about jerking off, but decided against it. Dad told me I
needed to save my orgasms for when they counted, so I followed through with
his advice.


I leaned over to my night stand and turned on the orange basketball lamp,
filling my room with an unnatural orange glow. Reaching over I grabbed the
journal, unlocked it and opened it to the first page. Digging through the
top drawer of my nightstand, I equipped myself with a pen.


On the first page I scrawled in big capital letters: "PRIVATE. SEBASTIAN'S
JOURNAL. DO NOT READ."


I thought about what I wanted to write. I was never one to really think
about my feelings or anything like that. I mostly thought journals and
diaries were for girls.


I flipped to the next page, and just started writing:


"Dad
Coach Scott
Dr. Amar
Mr. Grisham
Jeffrey
Al"


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