Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:13:12 -0500
From: jack reddy <jackbequicky@gmail.com>
Subject: How I became a dick lover part 2

How I became a Dick Lover Part 2

Disclaimer: This is a role play fantasy about father & son, sub/dom. All
characters are portrayed to be legal, consenting adults and this story in
no way condones or encourages incest or sex with minors. If you are not a
legal adult, please read no further.  If you are offended by themes of
incest, this story is not for you. You have been warned.

After my night with Dad, I didn't know what to expect the next day. I had a
bunch of ridiculous fantasies about coming down and getting a big, deep
kiss from my Dad as I entered the kitchen. But that didn't happen. In fact,
I'd say the reverse was true. My Dad became very distant from me, barely
making eye contact and there seemed to be tension in the air.

That night, I tried to go to his room for our shower, but his door was
closed and locked. I began to believe I'd done something horribly
wrong. The disappointment I felt was terrible and tore me up inside. I
obsessed about what it could be all week. It seemed wrong somehow that the
best night of my life was followed by what was potentially one of the worst
weeks of my life: to discover something so miraculous only to have it taken
away the next day.

As much as I tried to keep a brave face in front of the rest of my family,
at night I'd be in my room crying myself to sleep after hours of waiting
for him to come though my door. I'd given up hope that I'd every experience
that wonderful intimacy we'd had ever again. I didn't realize that Dad was
struggling inside too, something I didn't find out until our weekly soccer
practice.

While most people were in church on Sunday, Dad would take us out to the
soccer field (weather permitting) and we'd play two on two. Dad and I were
usually partners since I was the youngest. So we piled up into the
mini-van, in our soccer shorts and shoes and several soccer balls in tow
and we headed out. I couldn't help but wonder whether Dad would still want
me on his team since he'd been so distant from me.

The soccer field itself was located on the outskirts of town, surrounded by
thick trees. We never had to worry about other people showing up since it
was early in the morning and most people were either still in bed or headed
to church. We were bad Catholics, since we only went to mass for holidays,
but luckily Mom went every Sunday, so we believed her presence would
somehow absolve us since we really wanted to play soccer and hang out with
Dad. My brothers and I emulated Dad and wanted to hang out with him as much
as we could. I'm sure Mom understood-we didn't get to see Dad much during
the week because he worked so much. I know she wanted us to spend time with
him on weekends too.

It was a beautiful day when we pulled up to the field. The Sun was shining
bright and the grass was still a little wet from the morning dew. I loved
the cool autumn mornings at the soccer field the best, all the leaves were
starting to change color. The field itself was sunken in a meadow,
surrounded by hills and trees on all sides. It was convenience when we
played because the ball couldn't go too far even if it was kicked out of
bounds. It would just come rolling back down the hill into the field.

During actual matches spectators would all take up positions on the
hillsides and have a great view, almost like stadium seating. They'd bring
blankets and picnic baskets and sometimes wine. The only downside was when
it rained; the field always got flooded so games always had to be cancelled
especially in the Spring when it rained every few days.

My brothers and I were still yawning, trying to wake ourselves up for our
match as we pulled up to the field. My brothers (Patrick and Peter) bounded
out the door as soon as we stopped, grabbed the balls and headed down the
hill to the field.

"Boys, go ahead and start warming up. I need to talk to your brother for a
minute," my Dad shouted to them. My heart skipped a beat.

My brothers gave me a cruel smile, believing I'd gotten in trouble for
something and headed down the hill, with an occasional glance back and a
mocking smile as they threw a soccer ball back and forth.  It was not
uncommon for either of my brothers to have Dad's belt on their backside for
something they'd done. Obviously they felt I never got in trouble so now I
was finally going to get my just reward. I kind of thought I was in trouble
too, honestly.

Once they were out of sight, Dad instructed me to get in the front seat
with him. My Dad's face was serious when he started talking to me. I was
afraid of what was to come.

"Son," he said firmly, "I'm so sorry about what happened last Sunday," he
started, his face was flushing red and his eyes were watering. "I'd been
drinking...I don't know what came over me...I've never done...done anything
like that before...it was so wrong of me...I don't know why...I hope you
can forgive me...trust me again...a Dad should never...never..." he didn't
look at me as he stammered and hung his head down. I'd never seem my Dad so
upset in all my life and it upset me too. I was speechless to see this
normally confident and strong man come unglued.

I didn't really understand the depth of his guilt or his feelings but I
knew I had to say something to make him feel good again, I knew I had to be
confident in my response to let him know how I felt, but I was starting to
tear up myself so I had to hurry.

"Dad," I said stammering a bit, "I love you and I loved what we did. I
thought I'd done something wrong because you weren't talking to me
anymore..." I got it out before a tear came down.

"Oh God son, No, it wasn't You!!!...Please don't blame yourself," he said,
putting his big hand on my neck and turned my face towards him..."It's NOT
YOU...Never, NEVER think that, Promise Me!" I shook my head as our eyes
met. I loved it too son, and I love you, but it can't happen again, EVER!
It just can't," the finality of his statement shocked me.

"Even if we both want it to?" I asked...tears coming down my face...my
voice shaking.

"No son, we can't it's just not right, understand?" he said seriously.

"I don't care what's right, I want you Dad," I said. "You said I needed it,
and I DO. I need YOU!"

Dad started to say something, but I just kissed him hard on the lips as our
faces got closer together. I wanted so much to comfort him, but I didn't
have the words, I had to make him understand somehow. He resisted at first,
but then kissed me back and pushed his tongue between my lips and gave me a
rough, fiery kiss, but then pulled back abruptly.

"I can't son, I want to..but I just can..." I kissed him again interrupting
him. His kissed me back, I could feel his resistance weakening...

I needed something else to convince himso my I put my hand on his tenting
soccer shorts and started rubbing him through the silky fabric.

"Please Dad, PLEASE let me be with you...,no one will ever know, I'll never
tell anyone..." I said as I stroked his shaft up and down through his
shorts... "I don't want to do this with a stranger; I want to do it with
you because I trust you and love you," I said, trying to strengthen my
argument.

Dad was panting, breathless and I stroked him, his resistance melting away.

"Ok, ok" he said with a bit of a chuckle, "but we have to hurry son..." he
said between kisses, "You're brothers are waiting..." and then kissed me
deeply.

He freed his cock from his shorts, pulling the elastic up and over it. His
huge meat sprung up...I launched my mouth down on it, smelling his cock and
crotch as I did my best to accommodate the monster into my mouth. Dad's
hand found its way under my shorts and liberated my cock from underneath
and began stroking me rapidly with one hand. The other hand rested on my
head, guiding me up and down on his massive meat.

It only took a few moments before I came as Dad jostled my cock up and down
in his hand. An instant later my Dad's hand gripped my shoulder in warning
that he was cuming. He shot his spunk into my mouth as I sucked it down
greedily, devoured every drop of his salty seed, savoring it.

His chest was heaving hard when I finally came up. I'd cum all over the
floor board and we cleaned up with some old napkins the glove
compartment. Once we'd both put away our satisfied shafts, Dad gave me one
finally kiss on the lips and said "Ok, we'll do it your way son and see how
it goes. No more showers though, we need to keep it discreet, understand?"
With a bright smile I said, Ok and he gave me one more kiss before we got
out of the car.

My brothers were both smirking when we got down to the field. They'd
assumed I'd gotten the belt, but I just smiled back. Assume what you want,
I though, as long as it's not the truth.

After our soccer trip, my relationship with Dad did change. Dad wasn't
avoiding me anymore. On the contrary, he was back to his old self. He'd
also started visiting my room every few nights, late at night when everyone
was asleep. He'd come in, close my door behind him and lock it, just to be
on the safe side.



Sex with Dad was awesome. He'd started using lube and it was a lot better,
versus the first time we'd had sex. He was still a rough guy and loved
dominating my ass, licking me, spitting on me sometimes. He'd cum on every
part of my body and had sucked my cock and even ate my ass. A few nights
I'd even gone to his room and locked the door and crawled into bed with
him. He didn't resist and let me suck him and ride his cock into the early
hours of the morning.  We'd even gotten into the shower again and played
around in there, with him fucking me up against the wall.

He'd fucked me in every conceivable position; bend over my desk, over the
bed, holding me while my legs were crossed around his waist. I was in
absolute heaven, plus learning a lot too.

Dad had also become more daring around the house. While I was in the
laundry room, bent over digging for some socks out of the dryer, I felt a
hand rub my ass and then my nuts. I stood up suddenly, thinking one of my
brothers was playing a joke, but there was Dad. He gave me a quick kiss on
the forehead and walked away.

If we were watching a movie together alone in the living room, he'd rub my
dick through my shorts until I got a boner (he liked to tease). I'd return
the favor. Once he even did it when one of my brothers had fallen asleep
next to him. His boldness both excited and worried me. I didn't want us to
get caught because then we'd have to stop.

Nobody seemed to suspect anything though since my Dad was often a joker
even with my brothers and Mom and would pinch their butts just for fun and
my brothers often reciprocated. In all the family remained a happy place,
especially for me. My Mom and Dad were still very romantic and I can't
pretend I didn't have a twinge of jealously at times since she was allowed
to be openly affectionate with him, whereas I had to hide it; but when he
came to me a night, all of that melted away and didn't matter anymore.

My brothers and I actually got closer during that time period too. Now that
they suspected Dad had given me the belt, as they had received on so many
occasions, they included me in their ranks, as if I'd been initiated into
the bad boy club. We'd sneak into each other rooms after lights out and
stay up watching Dad's dirty videos together.

They'd strip off their clothes without a second thought and would start
jerking as they watched porn side by side. They never thought anything
about jerking off in front of each other, but now that I realized I was
attracted to men, it felt different for me. I thought I was intruding on
their privacy or something like that but I wanted to fit in with them so I
went along with it, even though I sort of felt like a peeping tom.

While their attention seemed glued to whatever bimbo was being fucked on
the T.V. screen, my fascination was towards them, their developed bodies,
the dark hair on their heads, under their arms, on their legs and
especially around their dick and balls. They were turning out to be big
dicked, hairy guys just like my Dad and I couldn't resist the urge to lust
after them, wishing I could suck them both off. I somehow wished I could be
free of those thoughts and just bond with my brothers as they jerked off
side by side, watching the same video. I was sitting close behind them,
having a perfect view down the middle.

When Patrick was getting close he just causally said "I'm gonna bust bro,
grab me some tissue," then shot a massive load into his hand while Peter
gave him tissue to clean it up. Then Peter came a moment later, and Patrick
observed his cock explode in multiple spurts.  "Damn bro, that was a big
one, he said joking with him, handing him a tissue. "Bigger than yours,"
Peter jibbed back, stroking the rest of the cum out of his shaft.  Then I
had to cum after both of them had finished and turned toward me. "You close
bro?" I nodded as their unabashed attention was now on my cock and then I
shot my load, Peter casually given me some tissue.

"Not bad, little bro," Patrick said. "Yeah, you're almost a big boy like us
now," said Peter smiling. We got cleaned up and two of us headed to our
rooms.

I was thinking about how much a envied those two, being able to share the
same sexual desires, being able to casually jerk off together, being able
to watch each other's cocks cum and not think of it as anything more than a
simple biological function and being able to bond because they were doing
it together, just two horny teenage brothers. I knew I could never share
that with them. I'd always want it to be more, which saddened me.

But the jerk off sessions continued none-the-less and we alternated rooms,
depending on who had the VCR last. Dad usually came to my room hours later
so I never feared getting caught. I'd jerk off with them and then have
enough time to build up another load before Dad came to my room. I didn't
let Dad in on it because I didn't want to get Peter and Patrick in trouble
for being out of their rooms after bedtime. Dad was still a stickler for
the rules, as my brother's backsides had discovered time and again.

One night though our luck ran out. My brothers were in my room, watching
porn on my T.V. when there came a knock at the door. We'd started later
than usual (around midnight) and Dad came earlier than usual. My brothers
suspecting it was my Dad checking up on me and darted into my closet,
grabbing what they could of their clothes. I turned off the
T.V. immediately just as my Dad opened my door. He had no idea my brothers
were in my closet and I knew if I told him, they'd get into big trouble and
probably get his belt as well.

He was wearing his robe and as soon as he was in, he locked the door and
then took it off. His cock was standing at attention, ready to sink into my
ass. My desk light was on and I knew that my brothers could easily see him
through my slatted closet doors, though Dad could not see them.

My mind was in a panic for what to do. I could not betray them, but I could
not turn down Dad either.

"What are you doing up so late son?" Waiting for me, I assume?" Dad said
with a chuckle.

"No Dad, I have a test tomorrow and I was just studying," I said making it
up on the spot.

"You were studying naked?" he said with a bit of suspicion.

"I was going to grab a shower to wake up a little," I said.

"Well, why don't you take care of this first," he said and came up to me
and pushed his cock into my mouth without warning as I sat at my desk.

I backed off of it, "Dad stop, not now..." I said, but I knew my brother's
had already seen it.



"Oh, you want to play hard to get again son. You know I'm always up for
that," he said and grabbed my head firmly on both sides and shoved his cock
back in.

I should probably have mentioned that in the time Dad and I had been having
sex, we'd played around with various roles. He loved a struggle and
dominating me, so he undoubtedly thought I was trying to pretend to resist
him, as I'd done on so many occasions (once I realized how much it turned
him on).

"No Dad, not tonight, I have a test tomorrow," I tried again, knowing he
wouldn't believe me.

"Here, study this," he said playfully and shoved his cock back into my
mouth. I did want him and badly. No telling what my brothers were thinking,
but there was no use resisting. They'd already seen him put his cock in my
mouth, so I sucked him.

"Now that's a good boy," he said once I started getting into it. "You're
being an excellent student," he said chuckling. I sucked his big cock for
at least 10 minutes.

"Now it's time I study you," he said and pushed me on the bed, spread my
cheeks and licked my asshole. "Gotta make sure my pussy boy is ready to
Fuck!" he said vulgarly and went to town on my hole. Dirty talk was another
thing we both enjoyed and Dad didn't hold back, though he didn't say it
loudly since my brother's rooms were close. Little did he know that they
were only feet away from him, hearing every word.

Then Dad was in full domination mode when he fucked me. He had his big hand
on my neck while he pushed my face into the pillow. My ass was sticking up
in the air waiting for his onslaught.

"You need this big cock in your ass don't you Faggot", he said lustily.

"Yes Sir, I need it bad!" I responded back. I was so horny and I wanted
nothing more than for Dad to fuck me. I was turned on beyond belief, not
only because I loved to have Dad inside of me but also because I knew my
brothers were watching and for some reason that just made it even more
arousing.

Dad plunged in, I gave a loud grown into the pillow. Dad dominated my ass,
fucking me balls to the walls for several minutes, calling me dirty
names. Then he flipped me over and fucked me with my legs on his shoulder,
kissing me deeply in between, grunting, cussing. He was like an animal in
heat!

Then he lay on the bed and had me ride his cock up and down, which I
absolutely loved! I knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer, so once
he was close, I got off and jerked him off, sucking his cock until he came
into my mouth and I swallowed every drop, making sure my brothers could see
it. This had turned into a show for them and I was going to make sure they
got their money's worth.

After he was done, Dad jerked me off until I shot. I loved smelling his
pits while he masturbated me. I came a few moments later, all over my
stomach and chest and Dad and I kissed afterwards.

Finally, it was getting late and Dad got up.

"You got a towel son?" he asked.

"Yeah there's one in the clos..." I stopped myself. He started heading that
way. Shit, what have I done! I thought.



"Here Dad, I'm out actually, just use this," I grabbed a role of tissue by
my desk that one of my brothers had brought.

Luckily he grabbed it and used it instead of opening the closet. My
breathing resumed (and my brothers probably as well).

Dad leaned over and gave me a final kiss once he had cleaned us both up.



"I expect you to make an A tomorrow" he said with a grin, put his robe back
on and left.

A minute after Dad closed my door my brothers finally came out of my
closet. It was hard to read their expressions, but both of them had
flushed, sweaty faces, were breathing hard and both had an outstretched
palm with a pool of cum in it.

"Can you hand me some tissue bro," Patrick said casually.

I gave them plenty each, they even had to clean some cum off the inside of
my closet door.

"Thanks for covering for us bro, we owe you one," Peter said a bit
awkwardly and then they left.

I wasn't sure what the next day would bring, but now my brothers knew that
Dad was fucking me on a regular basis and had not only witnessed it, but
got off on it too. Maybe it was the rough and animalistic way that my Dad
fucked me, or maybe it was just seeing sex in general. I'd gone to sleep
worried that they would act differently toward me or toward Dad or say
something to Mom about it.

But the next day came and they didn't act any different, much to my
relief. I'd hoped they'd just forget about it or not say anything about it.

That evening Peter came to my room and asked if I wanted to watch a video
in his room. I said sure, and showed up at the usual time of 11pm. Both of
them were there already, had a video playing and were stroking their cocks
as I entered. I was waiting for them to bring up the events from the night
before, but neither did for a while, but I could feel some tension in the
air.

Finally Patrick said: "So Michael, what happed last night...does it happen
often?"

"Yeah, it does."  I admitted.  "It started about 3 months ago."

" Did you like it? I mean it has to hurt...right?" said Peter, looking back
at me.

"It only hurt the first time and yeah, I like it a lot," I said with
complete seriousness.

"But are you gay?" asked Patrick, also looking at me.

"Uh...yeah...I guess so. I mean...I like doing it," I said, started by the
directness of his question.

"Is Dad gay too?" asked Peter "I mean he liked it too, right?"

"No, Dad's not gay, but he knows I am and he's doing it because I wanted
him to. Dad just likes fucking in general.  He still likes women though," I
said. I realized I was trying to protect Dad's image. I didn't want my
brothers to think he was gay because I didn't know how they'd respond to
that. I wasn't actually sure if he was. I assumed he was bi-sexual or else
he wouldn't want to be with me.

"Besides," I added, "you two got off on it too right, and you're not gay,
are you?" I asked. They both looked at me with a momentary pause.



"No, I really like tits and pussy," said Peter "...but it was kind of
exciting to watch last night, like seeing a live porn" he added. "If you'd
had big titties though it would've been a whole lot better," he added,
joking. Then he turned to Patrick.

"Patrick, you gay bro?" said Peter, looking at him with a smile.

"Not me bro, I like girls way too much to be gay," he said "But if I were a
girl, I'd be certainly be gay though," he said and Peter and I both
laughed.

"So do you like getting fucked and sucking cock bro?" Peter asked me in a
truly sincere way, no hint of a joke or jibe.

"Yeah, I do like it," I admitted. "I'm good at it too," I added. I was
hoping this conversation might lead somewhere good.

"I can show you, if you want," I said to Peter, who'd stopped stroking
suddenly and his face took on a blank expression, as if he were trying to
process what I'd just said.

I could tell Peter was working it out in his mind, whether he'd let me blow
him.

"Come on Peter, just do it," egged on Patrick.

"Why don't you bro," Peter said to Patrick. Then Patrick had the blank
expression, but only for a moment.

"OK..." he smiled smugly at Peter, "...if it's good enough for Dad, its
good enough for me," he said, looking me in the eyes, smiling and then
pushing his chair back. He was trying to act brave, but I could tell he was
a little nervous since his faced flushed red. But he spread his legs wide
and then put his arms behind his head trying to seem confident. My cock
jumped as I observed his beautiful body, his balls hanging low, his hairy
legs and his dark pits.

I got between his legs and took his glistening cockhead into my
mouth. Patrick immediately responded with a moan. I went to town on his
cock as Peter watched on. I was determined to make this the best blow job
Patrick had ever had. I know he'd been with a few girls before, but I could
almost guarantee he'd never had his dick sucked like this before. A guy
after all, knows what feels good to another guy.

After months of practice with Dad, I'd gotten really good at given
head. Patrick was pretty big, but not quiet as big as Dad (yet), so I was
able to completely deep throat him. When I did, his moaning grew louder and
he was somewhat amazed at my ability. He had to quiet down at one point as
to not alarm anyone in the house.

While I knew I was good, I believe Patrick was being more dramatic and
vocal just to irk Peter. Peter was watching closely and was obviously a
little jealous as he stroked himself slowly. I decided I couldn't let Peter
suffer any longer so I stopped, pulled off of Patrick and went over to
him. Peter was now more than happy to let my mouth take over for his hand
and spread his legs eagerly.

"Hey bro," Patrick said protesting, "that's not fair, I volunteered first,"
he said jokingly.

"You had your turn bro...Its my tur...Oh God...that feels... Amazing!"
Peter said as I deep throated him.

"Incredible...Ohhh" Peter continued. His moans and statements encouraged me
on. Patrick meanwhile was looking sullen as he watched me.

"I wish you had two mouths bro," he said after watching me go down on Peter
for a few minutes.

"I don't have two mouths Patrick, but I have another hole if you want to
try it," I said looking over at him. My ass was pointing towards him,
inviting him.

He seemed to think about it for a moment....."Ok but what do I need to do?"

"Get some lube or lotion or something," I said to him.

"There some in the drawer next to my bed bro," Peter said to him jokingly.

Patrick got up and went to the dresser and got some Vaseline out and rubbed
it on his cock.

"Put some on my hole too bro," I said, instructing him.

Patrick got on his knees behind me and I could feel him gently rubbing the
Vaseline on my hole.

"Now just carefully push it..." but I was too late. Patrick had pretty much
just shoved it all the way in to the base. I don't know if it was because
he was excited or because he didn't know what he was doing, but the
suddenness of his cock really hurt.

"Easy bro!" I said with a bit of a pained chuckle. You gotta take it slow
at first, let me adjust."

"So sorry bro...," he said very apologetically and pulled out and then
worked it in again, slowly.



"Now just start in and out slowly and then you can pick up the pace," I
said.

He obliged. I could feel his cock moving in and out and it was feeling
pretty damn good. His heavy balls started slapping against my ass and he
started moaning. He reminded me so much of Dad.

"That feels so...fucking... good," he said after a minute and started
grunting.



I continued sucking Peter who was moaning again, after I started deep
throating him and sucking on and licking his large nuts. Patrick and Peter
looked very similar and smelled similarly but each also smelled somewhat
different, both from each other and from Dad. I thought that I'd be able to
tell them apart even if I was blindfolded. Dad has a musky man smell, Peter
had that too, but also a little woodsy, while Patrick has a bit of a
spicier smell. I loved them all and all of their cocks.

After several minutes of sucking Peter and being fucked by Patrick they
each wanted to switch.

"Let's move to the bed," I suggested. "My knees are hurting."

We all got up and moved to Peter's bed, after he moved some of his dirty
socks and underwear off. Peter and Patrick were both typical teenage boys,
clothes all over the beds and floors, dirty socks, tennis shoes all over,
bimbo posters on their walls and athletic trophies, along with a huge jar
of muscle milk or some type of muscle building supplement. I could smell
Peter all over his bed and I loved it. It was making me hot, just to be
near him. Peter now mounted me from behind and Patrick now in front. Peter
moved in slowly at first, but then picked up the pace, fucking me hard like
Dad had.

"Incredible..." he said after he started. "I didn't know this could feel
sooo awesome...so tight," he said as he fucked me. His cock was somewhat
thicker than Patrick's, but a little shorter. It was stretching me good. I
was moaning now in between sucking Patrick. Patrick was moaning too. The
porn was playing, but was all but forgotten. All the attention seemed to be
my orifices and the pleasure it was giving to them.

The room smelled like young, sweaty men, all three of us perspiring
profusely from our exertions and it was intoxicating, balls, asses and
cocks and pits Oh MY! The sound of Peter's nuts slapping against me was
getting louder and louder. I knew he was gonna cum soon and I picked up the
pace on Patrick too who was moaning softy in between breaths. It was an
incredible moment, one I could never have imagined.

After a few more minutes, Peter was going crazy fast, slapping against me
hard, the feeling was amazing. He'd apparently been watching Dad closely
and was doing his best to compete.

"I'm gonna bust bro, What do I do!" Peter said in a panic as he neared his
climax.

"Just leave it in, both of you. I can take it."

Peter did just that, he erupted deep into my ass, moaned loudly as his cum
jets christened my insides. Moments later, Patrick shot a massive load into
my mouth and I couldn't swallow it all. It tasted different that Dad, but
great all the same. I savored every drop and his body shook as I sucked the
last few drops out of the head. His glistening abs tensing in response.

After a moment of heavy breathing, Patrick flipped me over on my back and
pulled me up so my body was between his legs and my head rested his heaving
chest.

"Now you bro...it's only fair," and Patrick grabbed my cock and stroked me
as I lay against him.

Peter came up and started rubbing my balls and chest, doing what he could
to help, with a questioning look on his face, wondering what more he could
do.

"Finger my hole bro," I said to him and he did. Peter was fingering me as
Patrick jerked me off. Peter pushed his finger to the hilt the moment I
started cumming and Patrick held me tight.  In just moments I shot a huge
load all over my face, chest and all over Patrick's hand.

"Damn bro...that was some load," Peter said in amazement. Then we all
collapsed for a few minutes on the bed. Three spent teen guys, relishing
our exhausted and satisfied bodies and the amazing bond we'd just made
together.

"That was Cool bro..."Patrick said. "I'd never had my cock sucked like that
before."

"Yeah bro..." Peter added, "I'd never fucked a hole like that either...it
was so hot, so tight..."

I was just grinning ear to ear, happy I'd had pleased and impressed my
brothers.

"We're definitely gonna have to do that again soon bro,"said Patrick said,
rubbing my hair.

"Yeah, it sure beats jerkin off," said Peter and gave my ass a playful
slap.



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How I became a Dick Lover Part 1

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Dad Humiliates Me

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dad-humiliates-me



Army Sergeant Uses Me

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/army-sergeant-uses-me



Grandpa's Good Boy

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/grandpas-good-boy



Redneck Dad

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/redneck-dad



Grandpa's Queer Test

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/grandpas-queer-test



My Vacation To Manhood (Series)

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-vacation-to-manhood/