Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2004 23:53:59 -0400 From: Mical Manchester Subject: My Father's Men-9 I have finally gotten back to writing this series. Sorry to keep you men waiting. I continue to appreciate all the kind emails that you are sending me. I even appreciate your suggestions, some which I will use in later chapters. Most of the events are true and I don't mind saying which ones if you ask Please feel free to email me at: nycbottommical@hotmail.com. My father and I were joined in a harmonious coupling for most of the night before we awoke to the sound of my mother's return. I looked over at the clock on the table next to me and felt that it was odd for her to be returning home at 6:00 in the morning, but didn't really care about it at the moment. My father had gotten out of bed and stretched his muscular body. The sun snuck in through my window blinds and it illuminated his broad shoulders and back, the firm muscularity of his ass, and when he turned around I could see that his cock hadn't lost any of its stature during the night. "I don't think it went down at all last night son. You are such a hot thing. Come on, let's get up and harass your mom." We both got up and threw on some sweats and headed downstairs. My mother looked exhausted and was wearing the same outfit that she had on the last time I had seen her. She looked at us, gave us both a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs to take a shower. That was that. The rest of the week went by well and school was uneventful. I did notice that Mr. McDonald was paying more attention to me and my ass, although Coach acted as though nothing had happened, even though he was always around when I was unchanging my clothes and gave me frequent pats of encouragement on my ass. I was hoping that the Coach and I would get to finish what we had started in his office the other day because I was really hungry to get my mouth on his cock. Being Wednesday afternoon I was able to go home following classes, since Coach didn't make us stay around since we had a game in the evening. I sped home as quickly as possible so I could relax and enjoy myself. On the way I checked my phone messages and several had been left my Marc. Marc and I had been speaking frequently on the phone about his "gathering" on Friday and how much he wanted to show me off. I was seeing less of my father since my mother came back. He always seemed to be working, at the gym, or "tied up" with clients, the excuse he would give my mother. I had never really noticed what separate lives they led, but it was now clearly evident. I missed seeing my father and really missed feeling him. It was painful to have just gone through what I had with my father and then to be separated from him in this way. My father just didn't seem like the same person when my mother was around. I made my way home and, although I didn't spot my father's car parked outside, knew my father was inside because I could hear his loud, booming voice coming from his office. It wasn't rare that my father would work from home, so I didn't think much of it, although, I was also ready prepared to see my father with someone else in there because of the acts of the last week. The door to the office was partly open and that is what I saw, my father, naked, seated behind his desk, his body towards the door, with our paperboy Johnny bouncing on his lap. Johnny was the classic "twink" and was very young. He was a few years behind me in school and I would have only guessed him to be about 13 or 14. He was a slender and tall kid with beautiful short blond hair, adorable eyes, and one of the smallest asses that I had ever seen. It was soo compact, and round and I questioned how something as large as my father's cock could fit up inside. It didn't appear that Johnny was having any problems at all accommodating my father and was rising and lowering himself like a true bottom boy. "Oooooh, Mr. Manchester... Fuck me," he moaned as he slid his round little ass all the way down onto my father's massive man meat. "That's it boy, that's it," my father growled as he thrust into the small ass with everything he had. "You have really learned well." Witnessing this scene I couldn't help but get hard and my own cock was leaking an enormous amount of precum. It was slightly wrong that my father was raping the ass of such a young kid, but it was also very hot. This was obviously not the first time they had been fucking and I wondered just how young Johnny was when my father probably took his cherry. Johnny had been our paperboy for several years! "Oooo, ooooooo, ahhhhhhh," Johnny kept moaning as he bounced up and down, trying to get as much cock up his ass as he could. His eyes were completely shut and he had his head tilted backwards so my father was able to kiss him every so often. "Such a whore, such a whore...," and my father stopped his assault, pulled Johnny off his lap, cleared off his desk with one giant swoop of his arm, and placed the young kid on his back, legs on his shoulder. I could clearly see my father's cock, all draped in the latex condom, and it looked amazing. It was huge and dripping from the boy's ass juices and lube. He lined his cock up against the small boy cunt and rammed it into him hard. "YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," the velocity and amount of force with which Johnny made this comment surprised me. Here he was, just a young kid, and he was begging to be fucked by my father. My father didn't answer and just started pounding the kid hard. The kid's body was moving up and down the desk and I thought that he was going to be pushed right off of it because of the strength my father was plowing into him. The kid was banging his own head against the desk, matching each thrust of my father's cock. "Get up kid, and bend over," my father ordered and Johnny was quick to reposition himself against the desk. Johnny reached as far as he could and held onto the desk for dear life. He knew he was going to get fucked hard and he was ready for it. This wasn't one of my father's passionate fucks. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he just wanted to get off and that the kid was just another piece of pussy. He was treating the young kid like a piece of meat but it didn't seem the boy was minding. The sweet kid just kept pushing back onto my father's cock with his sweet cunt. My father was obviously hitting the kid's sweet spot and he was beginning to shoot. "OOOOHHHHH, GOD, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH," the kid howled as his dick began spewing load after load of cum into the air. I always loved it when my father would bring a man to orgasm without even touching that guy's cock. My father was a master top man and this is what his cock could do. From the look on Johnny's face, he clearly was in heaven. The kid's own orgasms were bringing my father closer to his own and I could tell that the kid's ass had clenched down tightly around my father's cock. My father was ready to explode and he withdrew his dick from the tight little hole, spun Johnny around, pulled him onto the floor, and began to cover the kid in cum. "Take it, aooooooohhhh take it you little slut... Ahhhhhh... This is what you need you little bitch, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and my father shot what turned out to be 6 loads onto the kids face, tongue, and some went into his eyes. The kid looked a mess. My father had treated the young man like a human cum rag. After he was done, my father backed away and handed the kid a towel and his clothing. "Thanks Johnny. I needed that." "You're welcome Mr. Manchester. I always love collection day at your house." The two of them got dressed and I made my way upstairs without being noticed. I was eager to log onto my computer to check my messages. I had recently started chatting with a man name, "BIG BOB," and he was the perfect dominant top and was looking for a submissive bottom boy like me. I sent a few messages, chatted a little bit, when my father, fully dressed, came into my room. "Hey Mical, what's new?" "Not much, just resting before the game." "Good. Can I make you anything before I go? I have some errands to run before your game tonight." "No, I'm fine." "Ok, I'll see you at the game," my father gave me the sweetest smile and left. I was sad to see my father leave so soon, but was happy to hear that he would be attending my game as normal. Knowing about his relationship with the Coach made me question who exactly he went to those games to see- me or Coach? The game was a tough one but we squeaked by with a win, 60-58. Sean had made the winning basket with only seconds remaining, which was no great shock. I had scored a respectable 12 points, good for a sophomore on the varsity squad and amazing because I rode the bench for most of the game because I was in foul trouble. My overly aggressive play didn't please the Coach that much and he really came down hard on me every time he called for a timeout. If I needed some encouragement all I had to do was look up in the stands and spot my parents. If they saw me looking up at them they would give me a fist pump of encouragement. I was happy to see both of them attend, another sign that things in my household were returning to normality. As normal, once the buzzer sounded everyone from the stands came down and greeted the players and cheerleaders. My parents came over and hugged me and congratulated me. My father went over to the Coach to exchange some words and my mother struck up a conversation with Sean's mother. I was more focused on the exchange that was taking place between my father and the coach when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Good game Mical." I spun around and recognized the well dressed man, it was Marc and he was smiling, which made me melt. "What are you doing here," I answered with a sense of shock in my voice. "I never miss a game, especially now that I have a son playing," he gave me a smirk and a quick pat on my ass. The pat made me blush and I had hoped no one had seen it, but Sean did and he came towards us. "So, this must be the famous Dr. Skelton," Sean commented as he joined us. "Yes. Marc this is Sean, Sean this is Marc." "Sean it's a pleasure," Marc said as he offered his hand, "I have been a fan of your athletic prowess on the court and football field for many years." "Thanks Marc. I hear you are pretty athletic yourself," and Sean gave Marc a very obvious sexual glance. "Well, I have known to be, especially if my teammates are good," and he put his hands on my shoulder and smiled back at Sean. "Kid, I have to be running. Call me later tonight." "I will Marc," and he turned and left. My eyes, as well as Sean's, were focused on his backside as his left the gymnasium. His ass was soo muscular and flexed as he walked away. We just stood there and lusted after him, until my father and the coach came up from behind us and asked: "What are you boys staring at," they asked, even though they knew the answer. They looked into our eyes and we all laughed. My mother and Sean's came up and joined our gathering on the floor, which made the Coach uncomfortable and head towards the locker room with the other players. Knowing Coach he wouldn't want to miss the undressing that was going on right now. "Again, great game boys," my mother said as she turned to my father to get him to walk out with her, "We'll see you at home Mical," "Hun, I'm going to wait for Mical and will ride home with him," my father answered. "I haven't seen much of him this week and want to spend some time with him," and he turned to me, "How about we go grab a bite to eat son?" "Sounds great dad." My mother gave my father a warm smile and I could tell that she appreciated the effort my father was making. She walked out of the gymnasium with Sean's mother and we went into the locker to shower and change. My father went directly into the office to chat with Coach, but they didn't shut the door and their laughing could be heard throughout the locker room. Slowly, each member of the team showered and changed and left the school, including Sean. I was the last member to take a shower and when I finished I noticed that I was the only person left, other than the Coach and my father. No need to be shy, I walked towards my locker naked. "Mical, get in here boy," the Coach ordered. When I got to his office I noticed that my father and the Coach were now fully naked and sitting next to each other on the small sofa and that they were fondling themselves. There, before my eyes, was almost 20 inches of erect cock and I couldn't wait to get my mouth over there. Without warning my lips and mouth began to salivate at the sight. "Service us boy," the Coach commanded and I quickly knelt at their feet. I wasn't sure what to do first or where to start, but my bottom boy instincts kicked in and my mouth went right for Coach's cock while my hand started working my father's erect pole. My father was pinching and sucking on Coach's nipples as my mouth did its best to deep throat his cock. I was really into what I was doing, mouth on Coach's cock and hand on my father's, and didn't want to change positions. Everything was working perfectly how it was. My father and Coach were really moaning and leaking precum in streams. I was soo stuffed with cock that I couldn't talk, but they were: "Your son is one great cock sucker Ric, one of the best." "Yes he is, but it's nothing compared to his ass." "It is about time I get a piece of that pussy. The little fag was too sore the other day so I didn't get to fuck it, but I'm not leaving tonight without my shot." My father got up from the sofa and got behind me. Before I knew it his tongue was eating my ass, preparing it, loosening it for the Coach. "That's it Ric, eat your son's pussy. Get it nice and wet and ready for me." There is nothing like the feeling of a hot mouth on your ass, while you are sucking cock. It was one of the best feelings I had experienced at this point in my sexual education. My father knew what he was doing with my ass. My pussy lips were loosening and opening and just begging for something more. My father noticed how prepared my hole was and began to slowly fuck my ass with his fingers. "Mmmm, that's hot Ric. Looks like he's ready." Coach pushed my head roughly off his cock and my father and I got up from the floor. My father and Coach exchanged a hot kiss on the lips because Coach wanted to taste my pussy on my father's lips. We followed Coach into the examination room, where Coach had applied the ointment to my ass, and I lay down on the table. My father got up on the table as well, at the head, and shoved his cock into my throat, about the same time Coach lifted my legs and began to fuck my ass with his hard cock. "Ooohhh, Ric, this is one great pussy. SOOOO TIGHT!" "Yeah, Coach, fuck it. Mical is a natural." Laying on my back with a cock in my ass and one in my throat was exactly what I wanted. This was the kind of experience I wanted to share with my father and I am glad I was getting the chance. I loved having the chance to suck the cock that made me. My father's cock filled me up, as did the cock in my ass. Coach was plugging away at my hole and was in his own little world. He was sweating and his pace never slowed down. He barely noticed me or my father and was only interested in his own pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK... GONNA CUM, GONNA CUM..." I felt Coach's cock expand and tighten in my ass and before I knew it he had withdrawn from my ass and was releasing his seed all over my body. He completely covered my body with his cum. He got up, caught his breathe and spoke to my father: "Go ahead Ric, I wanna see daddy fuck his slutty son." My father went to the other end of the table and turned me over. I noticed that the Coach handed him a condom and that my father had placed it on his dick. I knew that this was the safe way to have sex, but it wasn't the best. My father wasted no time and entered my ass with one quick thrust. "Mmmm, still tight. Ahhhh, son, even after Coach this hole is still sucking down on my cock, mmmmmmm, this is a natural fuck hole boy." Coach was sitting on the table next to us and was enjoying the show. His cock was hardening again and I knew that I hadn't gotten the last of Coach yet. "That's it Ric, fuck that pussy. SHIT, HE'S SUCH A SLUT." "Ahhh, oooooohhhh, ahhhh, feels good daddy, feels sooo good!" I wasn't just saying it, but meant it. I could be fucked by my father a 1000 times and still never get enough of his cock in my ass. A father's cock just belongs in the ass of the son it helped make. It must be a genetic thing, but it just felt right. My father was thrusting very aggressively into my ass, but would lower his head and kiss my neck or my back in a very loving manner. It was his own way of saying that he loved me, without giving up the impression, in front of Coach, that I wasn't more than pussy to fuck. "Ooooh, soooonnn, get up... gotta shoot, gotta shoot.." and my I turned around and lay across the table. "Gotta shoot again myself Ric", and the Coach came over and jacked a few more times before he was releasing again on my chest. "ARRGGHHHHH, AHHRRRRHHHHH...AHHHHHHHH," my father yelled as his load finally escaped from the tip of his cock. The first load was followed by another, and another, and another. It didn't seem to stop. My chest and abs were a puddle of cum, and my father and Coach were both lapping up the juices with their tongues and feeding me some. We were joined in a hot three-way kiss and no one wanted to stop. It was amazing. "This is one special boy you have Ric." "I know it, I know it." My father and Coach pulled me up and into the showers. I stood there under one of the nozzles as my father and Coach took turns washing and rubbing my body clean under the hot water. They took such care of my body and I didn't want them to stop. After almost 20 minutes they did, kissed me, and we went to dress. It took only a few minutes to put our clothes back on and leave the building. Coach went to his car and we went to mine. As we pulled out of the school parking lot my father placed his hand on my thigh and addressed me: "I love you Mical, more than you will ever know." "I know that daddy, and I feel the same way about you." Luckily by the time we got home our hair had dried so my mother wouldn't have been suspicious, although it didn't matter because she had gone to bed. It was only about 11:00 and I wasn't tired yet, so I decided to stay up and watch television with my father, but before long he was exhausted and went upstairs to join my mother. I reached down onto the table in front of me and picked up my cell. I had promised to call Marc and didn't want to let him down. "Marc, it's your boy." "Hey baby," and I heard his voice perk up. "Just wanted to say hello and how much I am looking forward to your party." "Just one more day kid, one more day." We spoke for a while and spoke about a variety of issues. I felt more comfortable with Marc than I did with most people and was really falling in love with the man. He really did care about me. Thursday passed and Friday finally came. My mind could barely focus on school that day, but it ended soon enough. I prepared and prepped myself for the party the best I could and cleaned almost every inch on my body, and I mean every inch. I figured I would be naked and wanted to look and smell the best and make Marc proud and this meant having a very clean asshole. One of the things my father had taught me since he first fucked me was how to use an enema bag correctly without hurting myself. I also had thought about what to wear to the party, and figured that it would be casual and so I picked out a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that showed off my upper body very well. I had spoken with Marc on the phone and he wanted me to come over to his house before the other guests would arrive at about 8 pm, so I wanted to hurry. "See you later dad. I'm going." "Mical," my father called from his office, "I want to talk to you for a minute." I went into his office and he was on his computer behind the desk. "I take it you're going to Dr. Skelton's tonight?' "Correct." "And that is what you plan on wearing?" I looked at myself and began to feel self conscious. "Son, the party is a black tie affair, not a t-shirt and jeans event. I picked up my tux from the dry cleaner's this afternoon. Here, look at the invitation." My father handed me a thick envelope with all kinds of pieces of paper and some pictures of the last party at Marc's home. What Sean and my father had been telling me were correct. "Well, it's ok, lets go upstairs and get you changed." My father smiled at me and we went upstairs. "So, you'll be there also?" "Of course son, I never miss one of the Doctor's parties." "Marc didn't mention that it had a dress code," I took the jeans and t-shirt off and my father went into my closet and returned with the Armani black suit he had bought me for my birthday. "Yes, and you need a black jock. At 11 all clothes need to come off, except for the jock. Do you have one son?" I shook my head indicating that I didn't. I had many jocks, of many colors, but not black. "That's ok son, I have plenty." My father went into his bedroom and came back with one. "Here put this on." I slipped off the briefs I had been wearing and I noticed that my father was really checking me out. "I love that ass. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to do more with it this week." "Me too daddy, but we'll pick it up," I came together very nicely and the suit looked very nicely on. My father tied my black tie for me, fixed it just perfectly and gave me a final look of approval. "You look HOT son. I might just have to take some of that ass myself tonight." The comment made me laugh and I leaned over and gave my father a giant kiss on the lips. "You have fun and I'll see you later. Maybe we can compare sex notes!" I got into my car and sped away to Marc's place. His huge home was all lit up in the evening sky and I noticed that the gate onto his property was locked and that he had an attendant stationed there. The times I had been at his home he had always driven so I never realized that he kept the gate locked. The attendant came over to my car, smiled, and looked at the list. "Name please." "Manchester, Mical," and he opened the gate. I pulled up into the driveway and noticed that I was in fact the first guest arriving, just like Marc had wanted. I rang the doorbell and, instead of letting myself into the home, was greeted by a tall man who would be the butler for the evening. The home was very busy with activity. There were cooks cooking in the kitchen, good looking shirtless waiters organizing trays and men and women making last minute decorating touches and finishing with cleaning. Throughout all the noise I heard one familiar voice: "Mical, my boy," and I saw Marc coming down the stairs towards me. "I've missed you soo much. You look soooo handsome," and he planted a big kiss on my lips. "You didn't tell me there was a dress code. Luckily my father told me." "Sorry boy," he looked around at the scene before him, grabbed my hand and said, "lets leave these people to their work and go upstairs and relax." He led me upstairs to his suite. On my way to the master suite I had a chance to see how beautiful the home looked and how organized it was. Every room had candles and incense burning and the rooms were decorated with flowers. I noticed that tucked in with the decorations, especially in the bedrooms, were bottles of lubricant, condoms and other "goodies." One of the rooms we passed had a giant video screen and it was playing porn. I had noticed that two of the rooms we had passed had been made into "dungeons" and that they were equipped with slings and other SM necessities. It seemed Marc was accommodating to every sexual taste. "So kid, what do you think of the place," Marc asked me as he finished dressing. "It looks soo amazing," and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was having a hard time deciding who was the best looking man in my life- my father or Marc. Marc was dressed flawlessly and smelled good enough to eat. His tux had been altered to compliment and fit every inch of his body and he just looked stunning. "I want to have some fun tonight kid, and with you here I will. I will warn you, this place is going to start out normally, but it will get pretty wild and raunchy. One thing, I am the only person allowed in this room and you can be in here with me whenever you want." Marc and I went into one of the rooms that adjoined his bedroom and we sat down on one of the couches. He turned on the television and the screen was split into 20 different camera angles from about 20 of the security cameras he had located on his property. Every few minutes the screens would change to a different one and you could freeze a frame if you wanted to watch more of it. Some were located and some were in bedrooms and other rooms in the house. Marc told me that the best place to watch the action taking place in the home tonight was from this room and showed me how. We stayed in the room while the guests arrived at the house and settled in. Marc took a joint from his pocket, lit it, and we smoked for a while. Marc wanted to make a fashionable entrance downstairs when everyone had arrived. Watching the screens I recognized some of the men from the bar, the gym and others were acquaintances of my father. Men were coming in pairs, either pairs of two, three and there was even a pairing of four. I noticed that each group was controlled by an older man and he was accompanied always by a boy, a much younger boy, and that some of the "daddies" had more than one boy with them. I saw my father come into the building on one screen and was accompanied by a familiar site, my best friend Sean. I was to find out that this was a special "father and son" event and that Marc was going to introduce me as his "boy" this evening to everyone. I wondered how my father would react, although, I'm sure he knew what was happening. The men were drinking and snacking on the wonderful refreshments Marc had supplied them with, gaining their strength for more the more physical activities that were soon to follow. Eventually Marc felt it was time for us to join the other guests and we made our way down the staircase. As the men spotted Marc all conversations ceased and they began to focus on me more intently. I felt slightly self conscious and looked to find my father for some support. I saw him in the distance, with a hot young guy, not Sean, pinned against the wall. He was too occupied himself to notice our entrance. As soon as we made it to the bottom guests began to walk up and say "hello" to Marc and myself, and then they went back to what they had been doing. Each time Marc introduced me as his "boy" and I felt proud to have him call me that. For the next hour or so Marc made the rounds with my hand in his and greeted each of his guests. Marc made sure to stop every so often to get us something to drink and to make small talk with me or to give me a warm kiss on the mouth. He didn't want me to feel left out he said, although I didn't. I had met many of the men before and I knew a lot of the younger men from high schools in the surrounding area, in fact, I had played sports against many of them throughout the years. The party was going well, and then the time came. 11:00, on the dot, without hesitation men started peeling off their clothing, handing it to the waiters who were careful to mark which tux or suit belonged to what guest. The whole place was filling with men in bulging black jocks, with some of the most beautiful asses hanging behind. I don't think there had ever been a larger and hotter gathering of men in jock straps. Most of the men were enjoying their new sense of freedom and were flaunting their bodies in front of the others. Some of the "daddies" were beginning to work their boys and have their boys work for them. It was quickly beginning to get wild. Once undressed, men began to flee in all directions of the large home and I wanted to witness it all. "Come on boy," Marc grabbed me by the strap of my jock and led me through a maze of rooms on the first floor, "it's time we have our fun." TO BE CONTINUED...