Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 15:55:39 -0400 From: Mical Manchester Subject: My Father's Men- 2 Thanks for all the great emails after the first installment. I have enjoyed writing so far and will continue to do so. I enjoy using my own experiences as inspiration for this story. Again, I would love to hear from any of you with comments about the story and things you would like to see in the future. Please feel free to email me at: nycbottommical@hotmail.com. I have also gotten some requests and you can see my pics on the bigmuscle.com website. My profile is #57703. I'm older now, but you can get an idea of what I looked like when I was 16 and lusting after my dad! Some of the pics were taken on my dad's boat. Back at school, my mind raced. My thoughts were preoccupied with by my father and the men he was fucking. I had a basketball game that I needed to focus on, but I couldn't. How could I? What was happening back at my house with my father was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to see my father do and perform things that I had gone to bed soo many times at night dreaming about. Even though my mother would be gone several days, leaving my father many chances for tricks, I just couldn't miss a second of the action. "There you are Manchester. Where the hell have you been," coach called as he spotted me entering the locker room. "No where coach, sorry about being late." "Are you feeling alright? You're sweating bullets." I looked at my reflection in the mirror and the coach was right. My face was red and my blond hair was matted down with sweat. "I just got off the phone with your dad and he said he didn't know where you were, but you're here now so get changed and focus," and with a smirk he added, "that dad of yours is one good guy!" This comment made me question more the relationship between my father and the coach. Had my father and the coach been together sexually? I wouldn't have blamed either one for wanting the other. They both were perfect specimens of man and I had many dreams about getting fucked by my coach in this exact locker room after practice. I knew that my father didn't waste time and I was sure that he was buried deep in another hot piece of ass with his balls banging the hell out of another hot stud. There was still another hour before game time and the more I sat the more I wanted to go back home and spy on my father and Chris. I had read soo much of the communication between Chris and my father that I was excited to see it finally materialize into something actual, but in order to do so, I was going to have to get out of playing tonight. "Coach, I'm really not feeling well. I'm not sure I'm up to playing tonight." I definitely looked flushed and sick, so I would use it to my advantage. "Yeah, you don't look well. Why don't you rest in my office and we will make a game time decision, ok?" I followed him back into his office and lay down on the cot that he had in there. As I was getting down on it I couldn't help but notice that there were dried cum stains on it. What exactly did the coach do in here? My mind was racing, but than again I was questioning everyone's sexual intentions. Thinking about coach sexually made me think more about what was happening back with my father. I would ride this out until game time and then finally get to go home. The plan worked and I was let go. My coach wanted to call my father but I told him that he wouldn't be home because of a "work" arrangement. I couldn't help but notice that the term "work" arrangement brought a smile to Coach's face. From the conversation they had earlier in the day I'm sure he knew what kind of work he was up to. So, I was able to leave. Once again I did not want to pull up to my house and give my father any notice that I was home, so I parked a few blocks from my house. It was dark by the time I got to our neighborhood and as I walked towards our house I could see the big structure all lit up. It seemed the lights were on in almost every room on every floor. There was not only one car parked outside of our home, but several. It appeared that Chris was one of many invited guests to our home that evening and I imagined that the action had started inside. I wasn't sure how to get inside. There were men everywhere in the house and I wasn't sure I could get anywhere in the house unnoticed. Seeing that it was dark outside I decided to sneak around the house and look into windows, realizing that I might even have to sneak into a window to get inside. The funny thing was, nobody was on the main floor of the house? Not one single naked man. My father had converted our basement into one giant lounge with a bar, pool table, etc.., a place where we could entertain company, so I was sure that the party was taking place down there. I moved around to a section of the house in which we had a few windows that looked down into the basement because I just had to see if my perceptions were correct. They were, and beyond my wildest dreams. It was an orgy taking place in the basement. There were naked men everywhere, fucking and sucking. In the middle of the room a sling had been placed and a cute, young, skinny blond boy was being taken advantage of by several larger and older men. They kept holding a small bottle up to his nose, poppers I imagined, to keep him capable, especially when he was being fisted. But, there was only one scene that mattered to me, and that was the scene around the pool table. There on the green felt was my naked father, on his back, surrounded by a group of 5 men. One of the men was on the table with his ass directly above my father's face, where my father was rimming him deep and good. My father had the thick cock of another man in his right hand and another in the left, and was giving them both a hard jack off. The third man was outstretched on the table and was playing with my father's tough and very erect nipples. He was spending a lot of time tweaking them and lightly biting them. It was the last man that amazed me the most, for he was fucking my father with a force that shook the whole table. I thought my father was a top, a total top, but was amazed with his versatile abilities. My father was just a sexual creature and he was good at whatever he did. My father moved his mouth just slightly and screamed, "YES, FUCK ME, USE MY CUNT, COME ON, RAPE ME," and he moved his mouth from the man's ass to his cock which was now completely stuffed down his throat. One of the men that was getting his cock jacked off switched positions and began to blow my father who was leaking a lot of precum. I was leaking through my pants and couldn't help but take my cock out and stroke it. About the time I was ready to cum I felt a strong pair of hands on my shoulder. "Enjoying the show?" Even with the darkness I recognized the man from his pictures, it was Chris. He had been out on the patio smoking a joint when he spotted me and I feared that he was going to go inside and tell me father. Instead, he acted like he didn't know who I was, and thought that, like the young blond boy, I had been invited to join in on the party. "Let's go inside and have some fun. We have to hurry up because the ole man's son will be home soon and we have to be out of the house," the man said as he fondled my body. "They have some private rooms in there and I don't want to share you with anyone," and with that he pulled me up, grabbed my hand and led me into the house. The main rooms were empty, but I could hear instantaneously the moans, groans, and pleasure of men that were truly enjoying some great sexual encounters. We made our way to the second floor and my father's room was occupied with a group of about 4 men. Surprisingly, no one had found my room and Chris led me inside. I was happy to note that I didn't have any pictures of myself in the room because I was about to have my cherry popped. Yes, I had jacked off with and had blown other men, but at 16, my cherry had yet to be popped and I couldn't imagine a better situation than this. Chris shut the door and immediately began to remove his clothing. Once he was bare asses he lay back on my bed. "Strip for me boy, show me that hot bod." I was an obedient kid, so I did what I was told. I had always been proud of my body so I didn't mind showing what I had. He was stroking his cock and with each article that left me body he got harder and the look in his eyes intensified. Even though this was my first time, I wasn't acting like a beginner, but a pro. It must run in my genes. "Turn around and show me that hole." I obeyed and separated my cheeks so he could get a good look at my hole. Without instruction I licked my fingers and brought them to my hole and began fucking the bright rosebud. This proved to be too much for the man to handle and he got up off the bed, grabbed me, planted a huge kiss on my lips and then pushed me onto my knees. "Suck my cock boy, show me what a good whore you can be. Take it all and worship my meat." I had been practicing with a lot of men, therefore, I did not have a problem with it, in fact, I prided myself on the knowledge I was a great cock sucker. "Ooohhh, that feels soo good boy, I can't wait to get this cock in that hole of yours, ooohhhh, yeah, I can't wait any longer." He brought my precum drenched mouth up from his cock and turned me around. He pushed my down on the bed, on my back and began to lift my legs. He began fingering my hole and gave it one good sniff. "Its time this pussy got fucked. Everyone else here tonight is getting laid, and a good young slut like you should be as well." He reached down into his pant pockets and pulled out a condom. I watched slowly as the latex was rolled over his thick, veiny, manly cock. My mouth salivated and my ass started to get wet! "PLEASE SIR, I NEED IT REALLY BAD! I have to have that cock, please!" "Well, since you asked correctly, here in comes." He shoved the first few inches into my hole and the pain was tremendous. He wasn't looking at my face so he didn't see that I hadn't adjusted and he shoved another few inches into my butt. "AHHHH, AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH," I screamed at the top of my lungs, which brought his eyes directly to mine. "Whore, you are going to be fucked and fucked by all of this meat, so quiet down and enjoy this." He was no longer allowing my hole an opportunity to adjust to the girth and he started his assault, rough, hard and nasty. He slammed into me with all he had in him and my head was pushed hard into the wall with each brutal slam. "AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, AHH, URRRRRRRRRRRJAKKK...OCOOOOOOOO..." I had been turned into an incoherent bottom boy. The pain was brutal and I'm sure my ass was bleeding, but somehow, I wanted to enjoy this. Slowly I began to relax. Slowly I became more capable of taking the thrusting cock in my ass. Something deep inside my body started to tingle and the tears that had been pouring out of my eyes began to stop. In fact, my cock was harder than it had been in my life and I hadn't even touched it. "That's right, that's right. Your pussy feels soo good and right on my dick boy and its just going to get better." He flipped my body around and raised my ass. My screams and moans were now muffled by the pillow. Chris picked up from where we had ended things and started his brutal fuck on my ass once again. He was really going to town on my hole when the door opened. "I could hear this bitch screaming all the way down in the basement. You save some of that energy Chris, I want a piece of you later," I recognized the voice to be that of my father. Good thing I was head down in the pillow or he would have seen me. "Mmm, he does look good Chris." "Best piece of pussy I've had in a long time Ric, a long time! Like you, there is nothing better than popping the cherry of a young slut!" "Agreed. Just get going, looking at that slut makes me think about my own son and the fact that it will be only a little more time before my son gets home and we have to be out of here." He left the room without shutting the door. "Ooohh, arrhhhgggjj, oohhhhhhhhh," Chris began panting and his cock was throbbing from my insides. I squeezed down on his cock to make sure that my hole was extra tight and make his orgasm the best. He was close. "Here is comes my whore, here is cummmmmmmmmmmmmsssm,,,,ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmpopppppppp," and with that last gasp he dumped loads after loads of cum onto my back. From outside the room came a round of applause. A group of men had gathered and watched the last few thrusts that got Chris off. I myself had cum many times without touching my dick. Chris had found my prostate over and over again. I turned my face to the side and I was exhausted. Chris was quick to pick up his clothes and start dressing. "Come on boy, get up. You heard the man, you can't be hear any longer. It's time for you to go home to Mommy." Fearing that one of the men in the house would recognize me, I grabbed my clothes, quickly got dressed and ran out of the house with the men laughing behind me. "That bitch must be late for curfew," one of them said. I did spot my father on my way out. He was on the couch in a jock strap, chugging a beer and was surrounded by lots of half dressed men. They were clearly enjoy the "post" orgy euphoria. I had only made it down the street a little ways when the men back at my house started getting into their cars. I looked back and noticed the house was now dark and that someone was locking the front door. My father must be going somewhere else tonight I thought. Most of the cars sped by me as I walked on the sidewalk, although one slowed own. "Thanks again boy, you have one great ass on you, here." He handed me a piece of paper with his number on it. "Anytime you need to be fucked give me a call," and he drove away. I looked at the paper and smiled. It was at times a rough introduction to sex, but it did feel great. I was no longer a virgin. After a few minutes I made it to my car. I looked into the mirror and saw that I was a fucked up mess. I tried the best I could to clean myself up, but realized I could just wash up at home since my father had left. I was definitely feeling very good!