Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2008 10:09:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Harry Rod Subject: Looking after my best interests - Chapter 3 I made breakfast for us. He worked from home, so he just wore his boxers around the house. I kissed him before I left for school. As I was going out the door, he said, "Call me with Bruce's dad's cell phone number." My stomach knotted at that. "And what was your coaches name again?" he asked. My stomach tightened more as I said, "Mr. Fitzgerald. Why dad?" I knew I shouldn't be questioning him, but I had to know. "I just thought I might call over to the school and have a talk with him about how you are doing in his class." He looked over the top of his newspaper at me, and smiled. All the way to school, I kept hoping he wasn't going to tell Mr. Fitzgerald about me. But I knew he was looking after my best interests; he always did. I had a difficult time concentrating at school; I was so worried about my dad calling the coach. And I wondered what he was going to say to Bruce's dad. I had called him with the phone number, and he told me he was going to pick me up at school today, and that he would have something for me. At lunch, Bill came over and pushed my shoulder and mouthed the word, "slut," and gave me a malicious smile. I know I went red as I lowered my head to look at my lunch. I lost my appetite, but I sat there looking at my food until I judged he had left. I dragged myself to the next class, but I could not concentrate. I wondered about my situation and how this school year was going to go. The more guys that knew about me, the more it would get around, and soon everyone would know that I could be used whenever they wanted. And if I didn't comply, they would just go see my dad. I was fucked! And knew I would be more. Strangely, that turned me on. I tuned out the teacher and thought back to how it all got started. My mom had been gone as long as I could remember. My dad never talked about her and never answered my questions about what happened to her. So I only knew my dad. We lived in a one-room apartment as long as I could remember, until we recently moved into this two-bedroom house. The apartment was built of cement blocks and was on the bottom floor of our building. Only the storage rooms for each apartment were located below us. So we ate, slept, bathed, and did everything together. There was never any privacy, so I saw my dad naked all the time. He would use the bathroom when I was in the shower, and usually just wore his boxers around the house. When I was younger, I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling, the bed shaking. We slept in the same bed, so I figured there was something going on with my dad. I would hear him moaning and groaning and the bed shaking. It wasn't until I was 11 or 12 that I realized he was beating off in bed after he thought I was asleep. That made me wonder about what it felt like. After he went to work, I would jerk off in the bathroom. I found out I really liked it! And for some reason, I didn't want him to know that I was doing it. Then when I was 15 or so, we were sitting in the living room watching TV. He was sitting in his boxers, and I was in my pajama bottoms. During a commercial, he muted the TV and asked, "So, do you know how to jerk off, yet?" I went beat red and stammered, "I, ah, I, ah, mean," "Come on, everyone does it. But I want to make sure you know how to do it, so you can be enjoying it, too. I haven't seen you doing it around here, so unless you do it when I am at work, I have to wonder if you know how." He looked at me. I knew the look. I had seen it many times. He never beat me, but he did use his forceful voice on me and put me in time outs. It used to be in the bedroom, but recently he had started using the storage room downstairs. He would take me downstairs and lock me in the room, until my time was up. There was no coming out before the time was up. So I was always ready to apologize, or whatever, when I was let out. I tried to rebel and sass him, but it only resulted in being taken down to the room again. So I knew that I had to answer truthfully. "Yes, daddy." He insisted that I always call him `daddy' or `Sir'. "I know how to jerk off." And I went red from embarrassment. He saw my blush and said, "Nothing to be ashamed of; everyone does it. Hell, I even do it every night, and sometimes two or three times at work." That surprised me. "Let's see how you do it," he said, sitting forward in his chair. I felt the heat radiate from my face and my mouth drop open. I saw the look on his face and knew I had to do what he said. I reached inside my pjs and started playing with my dick. "No, take those off. I want to see what you are doing so I will know if I can give you some suggestions to make it better for you." I removed my pjs; I mean he had seen me naked every day, and a couple of times with a boner. But he had never said anything about that before. I was already hard by then. I gripped my dick with my left hand and, as he watched, began to stroke. "Do you squeeze it tight, or loosely?" he asked "Tight, daddy," I responded. I was enjoying the sensations on my cock. I was caring less and less that he was sitting there, and caring more and more about cumming. I loved that rush and that feeling that overwhelmed me. "Well, you should vary it; sometimes tight and sometimes hard. That way you will be able to cum under different circumstances," he said, watching me. "Yes, daddy," I said, getting totally lost in the lust of the moment. I saw that his dick was sticking out the fly of his boxers. And it was big and curved up towards his stomach. I don't know if it was seeing that, or what, but I felt the rush hit me and I began shooting rope after rope onto my neck, chest, and stomach. "Nice load, Tommy," he said, as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. "Do you eat your cum, boy?" "No, daddy," I said, with my eyes opening wide. Did he eat his? Did guys do that? "Well, time you learned, Tommy," he said, as he got out of the chair and walked over to me. His dick was now sticking out of his shorts and pointing towards my face. He scooped up some from my chest and brought it to my mouth. "Open up," and I opened my mouth. "Now, lick my fingers clean, boy." I was afraid of what it was going to taste like. It always smelled so bleachy and all. I was afraid it was going to poison me or something. I stuck out my tongue and he wiped his fingers over my tongue. I brought my tongue back in and hesitantly swirled it around my mouth and swallowed. It wasn't terrible like I thought it was going to be; a bit salty and a bit sweet, with a strange texture. "Now, wipe up the rest and eat it all," he instructed. He stood over me and watched to make sure I followed his instructions. "Good boy," he said, and patted my head. "Like I said, I jerk off all the time as well. And that little show of yours got me all excited." He gripped his massive dick in his hand and stroked it a couple of times. I was mesmerized by seeing it hard and in front of my face. I had heard him stroking often enough, but had never seen his dick. He stopped for a moment and shucked his boxers off. He now stood naked in front of me, with his goose egg-sized balls swinging back and forth as he stroked. He moaned as he stroked himself. I saw his eyes roll up and then his eyes closed. His jaw clinched tightly, and he drew raspy breaths through his teeth. And then he let out a groan that started out small and grew and grew, until he was shooting rope after rope on to my chest. I watched in amazement at the quantity of jizz he produced. Finally, he squeezed the last out of the head of his dick and flicked into onto my stomach. Then he reached down, scooped up a bunch, and fed it to me. I licked his fingers, and was amazed at the difference in taste. There was a different tang to his than there was with mine. "Clean it all up, boy," he said. He stood there watching me until I had wiped up every last drop. After that, it became a nightly event. He might put on some porn of a woman and a man having all kinds of wild sex. Then, he would sit in his chair and me on the sofa, both of us naked. We would then jerk off. He would have me switch hands and try different techniques, but the results were always the same! We both came and I ate both of our cum. That went on for a while, until he had me jerk him off. He would lean back in his recliner and let me work on his dick, telling me how good I was. He would snuggle with me at night and wrap me in his arms. Then one night, a guy came over; Dad introduced him as Uncle Mike. They both had a beer and then dad surprised me when he said, "Why don't you show Uncle Mike what you can do?" I was sure I knew what he meant, but I wasn't sure why he would want me to show this stranger. "Now, Tommy, you know what I mean. You do it every night for me." I went red, but knew there was no disobeying my dad. I fumbled with my zipper and started to work my dick out when he said, "No, Tommy, take off all your clothes, just like you do every night for me." He had that wonderful smile on his face. The heat radiated from my body as I stood and shyly removed my shirt, and then my jeans and boxers. I stood there naked, looking at my dad. He nodded and said, "Go ahead, show your Uncle Mike what you can do." I looked at the other guy. His eyes were wide and he was looking at my crotch. He looked just as fit and as strong as my dad. I saw a tuft of hair sticking out of his shirt collar and wondered what a hairy chest would look like. Dad's chest was smooth and his rugged pectoral muscles stood out prominently. He just had a trail of hair leading down from his navel to his crotch. I gripped my dick and began stroking. It WAS what I did every night for my dad, and with my dad; and I knew how wonderful it felt. But doing it in front of a stranger added something else to it. I felt my cock was harder and I was more turned on. I was embarrassed, as well, to be the only one naked. I played with my balls as I stroked, just like my dad had taught me. I saw Uncle Mike squeezing his crotch the next time I looked at him. And then I felt it hit me and I was shooting all over. I caught my cum as I had been taught, and squeezed out every bit. Then I sat on the sofa and licked my hand clean. Dad said, "Tommy, you did that well. Mike, did you like that? Can you believe what a big boy he is getting to be?" "No, he is growing up real well," he said, squeezing himself. Daddy had me sit on the sofa the rest of the night, naked, as they talked and drank beer. As it was getting close to 9 pm, my Dad told me to show Uncle Mike one more time what I could do. He told me to lie on the floor in front of them. So I laid down and began to jerk off for them. I was kind of happy that my dad was proud enough of me to have me show Uncle Mike what I could do. I was happily pumping away for them, shot again, and ate all my cum. I was smiling at Dad when I finished, and he smiled that famous smile of his. Uncle Mike left a little later and dad told me it was time for bed. He stripped down as he usually does, had me jerk him off, eat his cum, and then snuggle up to him. "You are a good boy, Tommy, and always mind your daddy. I am very proud to have you as my son," and then he squeezed me tight. I smiled and snuggled up against his body. I loved the feel of his hot manly body against mine, and I could feel the wet head of his dick lying against my butt. I closed my eyes, smiled, and pulled him closer to me. Uncle Mike and several other men came over after that. Mostly by themselves, but a couple of times a couple of them were over together. All were introduced as uncles, and I never said anything, but I didn't believe that they were all uncles. After several of these, dad would have me jerk him off while my uncles watched. Then he started having me jerk them off, and a couple of times they jerked me off. I had never had anyone else touch my dick before, so it was a wild experience. Dad and I were sleeping naked together all the time, and bathing together. Sometime around then, he began pissing on me in the shower. First, it seemed like it was an accident, but it got to where he would have me kneel down and he would piss across my back. Then he got to where he was pissing on my face and, finally, he told me to open my mouth, and he flooded it. He told me to swallow and not let any spill out. That only happened one time, because I was sent to the store room for 3 hours. Then he taught me how to lick his ass. He said it felt really good, and that I did a good job of it, and that I should be proud, because I was learning to please him so well. The uncles got a big laugh out of watching me drink his piss and lick his ass. They started coming over more often after that, and bringing friends to watch. During the summer, they would take us to a park for picnics, and I always ended up giving them a show at least once before the night was over. Dad soon had me drinking their piss as well. They would laugh and call me the beer recycler. Dad would let me have a beer now and then, and I would get to laughing and pee in a beer bottle, and then lift it up and drink it. That made them laugh more. I liked making them laugh. I remember one time - we were out at this park and one of the guys started feeling me up. No one had ever done that before, except the couple of times someone had jerked me off. But this was like touching me everywhere, putting his fingers in my crack, rubbing my balls, squeezing my nipples and dick. It completely drove me crazy. The sensations were overwhelming as so many hands touched me in so many places. My eyes were closed, and I felt a dick against my lips. I opened my mouth and licked it. It was so wild. But then it was withdrawn and I was once again overcome with sensations. I felt dicks rubbing all over my body, and stroked them as they fell into my hands. Another dick was in my mouth, and I felt the familiar warmth and smell of piss as my mouth was flooded. Then someone was stroking my dick and I was feeling the rush build. I started moaning and then arched my back and shot all over myself. Before I could come back to reality, I felt globs of hot stuff landing all over my face and body. I realized that I was being covered in cum. When they were done, I felt hands wiping up the cum and feeding it to me. I started to wipe some off of my face and someone took my hand away. I wasn't allowed to clean my face. When they were done feeding me, I told my dad, "I have to pee." He laughed, took me by the hand, and led me over to the cement block men's toilet. It had a long trough along one wall for pissing. As I stood there pissing, a guy came in. He looked at me and his mouth opened wide. It was then that I realized I was standing naked, with my face covered in cum in a public men's room. My dad said, "Just my son. Can't keep him in clothes and when he is naked, he just can't seem to control himself. Isn't that right, Tommy?" "Yes, daddy," I said, as I continued emptying my full bladder. "Tommy, ask the man if he wants you to drink his pee?" The man looked at my father and then at me. I blushed and said, "Would you like me to drink your pee, Mister?" The man shook his head and my dad said, "There's nothing wrong with it; he does it all the time. There are eight guys over there at our party and he drank all of their pee. He also gave them a show. Would you like Tommy to give you a show, or perhaps you would like him to jerk you off? He is very good at it." My dad smiled his special smile. "Is he really your son?" the man asked. His dick was swelling, as it stuck out of his jeans. "Yes, and he is a very good son. Isn't that right, Tommy?" My dad looked at me. I beamed and said, "Yes, daddy, I am a good boy." I had finished peeing and shook my dick. The man shook his head, then shook his dick, stuffed it back into his jeans, and left. My dad patted me on the head and said, "Good boy." I guess it was when I turned 16 or so that he taught me how to suck him. It just seemed a natural jump from drinking his piss to sucking his cock, except for the size! He was huge when he was hard. One time he held me down on his cock until I thought I was going to suffocate, pass out, or puke, and maybe all three. I begged him then to not do that to me again. He said I would do whatever he told me to do, like a good son. I said, no, not that. He kept trying and I kept fighting it. He got mad then and marched me, naked, out of the apartment and downstairs to the storage room. He threw me inside, turned off the lights, and left me in there all night. I was cold, scared, and unhappy that I had displeased him so. The next morning, when he opened the door, I started to speak and he told me to be quiet. He led me upstairs past several of our neighbors that were in their storage rooms, or on the stairs. They all saw me naked. I heard exclamations in Spanish and "what the.." as I was led back to our apartment. In the apartment, Dad dropped his jeans and stuffed his dick into my mouth, and I took it and took it, and cried a bit around it, but I never refused him again. I didn't like being in the storage room. I learned to take his cock without gagging, and he would have me do it morning and night. In the mornings, he would have me drink his piss and then suck him until he came. And after dinner, he started calling it my dessert. The uncles really got a laugh out of it when they saw me doing this to my dad and, soon, my dad was having me take care of the uncles. I remember going with my dad to the mall. He took me into the mall restroom, to the handicap stall, told me to strip, and then get on my knees and suck him off while he sat on the toilet. I just knew that anyone would probably be able to see my naked feet and legs as I knelt on the floor. He thought that was so funny that he went to a changing room to try on some pants; he had me do the same thing. Then he called the clerk in to ask for a different size. When the clerk came back, my dad opened the door and let the clerk see what I was doing. My dad offered to have me do the clerk, but he said no. After that he would take me places and use me. Many times we were caught, and he would offer me to the guy. Most times the guy said yes. I sucked lots of guys. A couple wanted to jerk me off. Once, he took me to a men's room at the park, had me strip, and left me in the toilets. I was not to lock the stall door and I was to jerk off for any guy that opened the door. And if asked why I was doing it, I was supposed to say 'to please me daddy.' About 10 guys came in. I sucked about 6 of them, and jerked off 7 times. Dad had me walk naked back to the truck; he liked showing me off. He got to where he would have me strip when we were driving along the highway. I would jerk off, jerk him, or suck him. Truck drivers would honk if they saw us. My dad would always laugh and honk as well. I really liked doing whatever he asked. But then he had me do something while I had a friend over. The guy had come over to play video games with me, when Dad came home. After introducing him to the guy, my dad told me to strip. I didn't know what my friend would think. But I did. Then my dad had me take out his dick and start sucking him. After a bit, he told me to ask my friend if he wanted to be sucked. My friend sat there for a moment with his mouth open, and then jumped up and ran out. I was so scared and upset I started to cry. "Why did you do that to me, daddy?" I said, and wanted to hit him. When I didn't do what he told me to next, he stood up, tucked his cock back into his jeans, grabbed my arm, and marched me down stairs without a word. I was crying so much that I couldn't see if there were neighbors around or not. "Now you stay in here until you learn to obey your father. When you are ready to listen to your daddy and do everything he tells you to do, then I will let you out." He turned off the light, closed the door, and locked it. I cried for a long time, cursing him, and everything he had done. But then it got cold and I started to shiver. After a bit, I began to promise that I would do whatever he wanted. I found an old blanket in one of the boxes in the storage room and wrapped up in it. The next morning when I woke up shaking and shivering. I had expected that my dad would come and get me. He didn't. I went through a whole new round of cursing him and then crying and promising anything, so that, by the time he opened the door in the afternoon, I was ready to do anything he said, no matter what. I was starving. I had messed myself while trying to find a can to use for a toilet. He marched me out behind the apartment and hosed me down, while the little kids in the apartment pointed at me and laughed. He took me back to the apartment and put me on my knees and filled me with his piss. Then, as I stood shivering as the water evaporated on me, he told me to call the guy, Fred, that had been over and tell him "My dad wants to talk to you," and not to take no for an answer. I called him and he sounded like he was going to hang up. "Please, Fred, I need to see you, and my Dad wants to talk to you and clear up something about yesterday. Please, do this for me, just this once." He was hesitant, but he said yes. My dad had me sit on the sofa and keep myself hard until he arrived. I had to go to the door and let him in. He saw me naked and hard, and started to leave. "It's okay, Fred," my dad said. I held the door open for him, and he came in. The way he had his hands shoved into his pants pockets made me think that he was very uncomfortable. My dad started talking to Fred, using his most charming voice. He does have charisma that makes you want to do anything he says and agree with him on most everything. "Fred, I want you to understand something about Tommy. And this has nothing to do with you, really. Tommy is just a horn dog. He is constantly horny and loves taking care of guys. He can never get enough cock." I went red and lowered my head a bit. Fred looked at me with his mouth in an "O". "I mean, he is always on me to let him suck me, or let him jerk me off, or to let him jerk off for me. I can't tell you the number of men that he has done this for." Fred's eyes got rounder, and his mouth still gaped as he looked from my dad to me. I lowered my head as the warmth suffused my face. "So, I just thought you might enjoy what he likes to do. I thought most guys your age would get off on any kind of sex, and any opportunity to get off. Tommy just loves to please other guys, don't you, Tommy?" "Yes, daddy, I do," I said, as evenly as I could. "You mean you would actually give me a blow job, just like that?" Fred asked incredulously. "Yes," I said. "See, I told you," my dad said, with his smiling voice. Fred looked back and forth between us and finally said, "Well, you like it, and if you are just going to do someone else, then it might as well be me." He smiled nervously. Dad told me to get on my knees and get busy. So right there in our living room, I dropped to my knees, undid Fred's pants, and pulled them and his underwear to his knees, and went to work on his cock. He grabbed my head and used it to guide me over his dick. He was moaning in seconds, as his now completely rigid dick pumped in and out of my mouth. I was able to take him down to the root of his dick, and he groaned out "Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk!" when I did that. I played with his balls as I had been taught, and in no time I felt the familiar swelling of his dick and tightening of his balls, and knew I would be getting a mouthful soon. "I'm cumming!" he said, and tried to pull my head away. But I just clamped down and sucked and swallowed each hot blast. He kept letting out little gasps with each spurt, until he had no more. I sucked out everything, and then he pulled my head off. "Stop," he said. I knew that guy's dicks sometime got very sensitive after they came, so I slid off and looked up at him. "Fuck! I can't believe that. It was so amazing, and I can't believe a guy would do that, but man, anytime you need to do it, just let me know!" "Fred, I want you to feel free to come over any time. Tommy is always ready to give a guy pleasure. It really turns him on. So, yes, you come over whenever you want. Really, any time, day or night. Just come in, find Tommy, and tell him what you want." My dad was so sincere and convincing in his tone of voice. "See how it pleases Tommy to do that?" my dad said, pointing to my erection. "Tommy, show him how much it pleases you to do that." "Yes, daddy," I said, and began pounding my meat. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations in my dick. "No, open your eyes and look at Fred when you do that, to show him how much it turns you on to suck a guy's cock." "Yes, daddy," I said, and locked my eyes on Fred's. I was too lost in the lust of the moment to be more than slightly embarrassed. I felt it fast approaching, and I groaned and shot 5 blasts into the palm of my other hand. And when I had finished, I squeezed out the last bit. Then without being told to by my dad, I licked my hand clean. "He can never get enough of that stuff. He would eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if he could. I know every night he has to have some for dessert." I blushed this time, as Fred looked at me. Now that I had cum, reality had sunk back in as to who, what, and where was happening. After that, Fred came over at least twice a week. And I went to his place several times and had a sleep over. But I could never tell if he liked me as a friend, or just because I would suck him off as often as he wanted. He even brought his cousin over one time and had me do him as well. My uncles continued to come by, and dad continued to use me in restrooms, parks, in the truck, and, once, when we went to the movies. He had me strip, and then suck him. Several men saw what was going on and came over for their blow jobs. And then dad made me jerk off for them. At the end of the movie, I thought my dad wasn't going to give me back my clothes. I got really panicked that I was going to have to walk out naked. He had done that more than once at a rest stop bathroom and gas station bathrooms. One night right around my 17th birthday, I was surfing the web and got caught up in a gay web site and saw vids of guys fucking. I was stroking my cock slowly as I went from vid to vid. I wondered what it would be like to be fucked, and I wasn't aware that my dad had walked up behind me and was watching what I was doing, until he spoke, "So my slutty son now wants his ass used as well!" He put his hand under my armpit and had me stand. He marched me into the bedroom and had me get on my hands and knees on his bed. First, he had me suck his sock to get him hard and wet. Then he went behind me and, in one forceful push, inserted his entire dick up my ass. I screamed with pain, and he clamped down on my mouth with his hand. He slowly proceeded to fuck me. After about five minutes, it began to feel good. He had found a spot in there that drove me crazy. I came without touching myself, and felt him shooting in my ass shortly after that. He did it twice more that night, and then at least once a day from then on. Once he told the uncles about it, they wanted to try as well. I think there were six of them there one night, and each came in me at least once. I really came to like the sensations of being fucked. I felt I was really controlling what was going on by how I clamped my ass or not. And the feeling on what I learned was called a prostate, really blew my mind. He told Fred about it, so Fred could try it. I really didn't mind my times with Fred, but when my dad either watched us or had Fred watch dad do me, I would be more embarrassed. One night when we were at a restaurant, he took me into the handicap stall in the men's room, stripped me, and began to fuck my ass. Guys came and went while he was doing it. I was sure they knew what was going on. In fact, I was sure that some stood by the crack between the door and the divider and watched, or looked over the top of the dividers. Out in the parking lot, after dinner, dad had me strip before I could get into the car. As I was doing this, some man came over and started yelling at my dad. My dad took him away from the car and they continued to talk. The man's yelling tapering off before the end. I think my dad handed him some money or something. All I know is that shortly after that we moved. We packed everything up the next weekend and moved. We got this two bedroom place with a basement and a back yard, and he had me start working out in earnest in the gym he created downstairs. He also created a lock room for me if I needed a time out. He got a job working from home, so he turned one bedroom into the office, and we slept together naked in the other room. A new group of uncles soon began coming over, and now dad was starting in with guys at my school. I was not dumb; I figured that someone had threatened to go to the authorities about what he was doing with me. I didn't want him to get in trouble. I loved him and he loved me. He spoiled and let me do things that I was sure other kids couldn't do. I loved when I could snuggle up with him at night in bed and he would wrap his arms around me. I was shaken out of my remembrances by the bell. Class was over. Next class was P.E. My stomach tightened as I wondered if my dad had talked to my coach. I sat at my locker to change, and when I got down to my boxers I heard, "Matthews! Up here!" I started to reach for my pants, but he said, "Now!" So I left my locker and climbed the steps up to his office. I looked out and saw the guys smirking at me, as I was led into the coach's office. I began to sweat as he closed the door; I was worried that my dad had talked to him. "Matthews, your dad called me this morning," he said as he walked around his desk. My stomach flip-flopped and I was filled with dread. But then I thought I shouldn't worry; after all, he kept telling me he was looking after my best interests. ***** as always comments, suggestions and pics of what you think the characters look like are always welcome. harryrod575@yahoo.com. For a listing of my stories, look under harry rod (under H) in the prolific authors section. have fun harry